Hello readers! Once again, this is a continuation of Winds of Change. So I'd recommend reading that one first before jumping into this. I'll be crediting the reader/readers who prompted each chapter/chapters since I'll be working mostly from prompts with this story. (I cannot promise that I'd write every kind of suggestion offered though.) I hope to get many more too! If you'd like to give me a prompt, please PRIVATE MESSAGE me. Unless you are without an account, and in that case you will be forgiven for putting ideas in your review. :)

This chapter was inspired by a prompt from Sherlockedinseattle. You and your ideas are amazing and will keep me busy writing for quite some time! Hope you (and everyone else) enjoy! ;)

Sherlock shut the door on the van and climbed into the driver's seat.

"Ready Molly?"

"Never been more ready... Take me home." and she smiled.

Sherlock's eyes brightened and he began driving back to Baker Street.

It had been helpful today to have a former client who Sherlock had cleared of burglary charges. He had found the evidence in the man's favor at least. It was helpful on this day because the man owned a catering business and was willing to loan Sherlock and Molly one of his vans for the purpose of moving her into 221B. There wasn't too much in the way of large items that were actually going to Sherlock's, but they still had to be cleared out of Molly's old flat. And they'd have to take some things to storage temporarily, until they got sold.

Sherlock had insisted that his furniture was better and that her's should be what gets sold. He swore his bed was nicer, and his couch, and his chairs, and his tables, and that just about everything else of his should stay. Molly knew to pick her battles. The man was inviting her into his home to live with him day in and day out. And he was a creature of habit. If he wanted to keep his things the same in an effort to unconsciously make the transition as easy as possible, so be it. She didn't care about her lousy furniture anyway. They had been cheap purchases from when she'd first moved to her flat and still had debt left from getting her degree.

But Molly was pretty sure they would still end up having to do some shopping. The plan was to convert John's old room into Sherlock's home lab. (Though he had forcefully stated that it in no way means he'd be a less frequent visitor at Bart's.) So Molly felt that it would be time for a new kitchen table and chairs. The table that had so long served as a surface used for experiments could continue to serve as such in John's old room. Sherlock was willing to go along with this plan. Though he didn't really see the logic right away in changing John's room.

"But that's John's room!" he had questioned looking horrified.

"Sherlock, John isn't coming back you know. I hope you're not holding out hope that he does!"

"Of course I'm not, don't be ridiculous! It just seems... strange to change it."

"Oh I know, but it can still be a guest room just in case. Why don't we get a day bed to keep in the corner or something. Takes up less space than John's old bed, but it would be something in case anyone stays with us. Then you'll have plenty of room for your lab."

"Hmm, I suppose." he'd said quietly.

Sherlock was holding on to the things that felt normal and comfortable. Again, Molly knew it wasn't some sort of insult to her or a wish that his life hadn't changed to include her presence. This was just Sherlock. She could handle it.

It proved to be a very long and tiring day. They had to bring the larger items to storage, where John and Wiggins had met them to help. They had left only Molly's wardrobe, clothing, and other small items to take back to Baker Street. When they got back to Sherlock's, there was a seemingly endless procession of carrying boxes up the stairs. Mrs Hudson was more than pleased at this development and happily watched as all Molly's things traveled up to Sherlock's flat.

"Oh I'm so glad!" she said sweetly as she patted Molly's face. "I mean I was surprised of course. Didn't think you were anywhere close to his type!" and she laughed.

"Oh, really? Well, I suppose I was surprised a bit as well... But you just feel free to call me anytime. Tell me if Sherlock's being too loud, or he's forgotten the rent, or even if there's anything you need. I'm so grateful you're fine with me moving in!"

"Oh of course! I'd never stand in the way of this lovely man's happiness!" and she grabbed Sherlock as he approached, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Aren't you cheerful Mrs Hudson? I hope you're not imagining that the two of you will be able to gang up on me." and he wrapped an arm around Molly's shoulders while kissing the top of her head.

"We wouldn't dream of it." Molly said as she looked at Mrs Hudson and mouthed yes we would.

Mrs Hudson sighed happily as she smiled again at the two of them.

"Well just remember I'm right downstairs... Oh! And I'm not sure if Sherlock already mentioned, but I'm not-"

"Not our housekeeper? Yes Mrs Hudson, I know." Molly said sweetly.

Mrs Hudson smiled again and looked at Sherlock. "Oh, I like her." then she walked off happily to her own flat.

Sherlock turned Molly around to face him in his arms. "I believe we just got the last of it. I'd say it's about time we clear everybody else out, wouldn't you?" and he lowered his lips to press against hers.

She hummed happily against his kiss, but wasn't easily drawn in. "Sherlock we absolutely have to feed John and Wiggins before they leave. They just helped me move, we have to do something!"

Sherlock pouted. "But it's taken us weeks to finally get you moved in here for good, and I just wanted to spend the evening, and the night, with you!"

Molly wrapped her arms around his neck and hung onto him as she spoke soothingly against his ear. "We feed them, and then they'll go. That's all I'm saying. They're not coming to bed with us. Don't worry, once they're gone, I'm all yours."

Then Molly pulled away with some effort and called to the two men who were still standing with the van. "Hey we're going to get some take away, and I insist on feeding you both. And John you can take some back for Mary too."

Both men were easily convinced, and a half hour later the van had been returned and take away had been brought back for all. They sat around eating in the small flat surrounded by the boxes that contained all of Molly's possessions. Molly let out an exasperated sigh as she set her plate down.

"I wish I had the day off tomorrow. I'd love to get this all sorted out. I'd be so much more comfortable. I've got to at least get my clothes put away tonight. " and she glanced around her in frustration.

"Mary was disappointed she couldn't help. Figured it would be a bit difficult with Lizzie though." John said as he put his own empty plate onto the kitchen table.

"Tell her to bring the baby this weekend and we can organize! I'd love it if Lizzie was here too!" Molly offered. "She can put my things away and I'll just snuggle with the baby!"

"Oh I'm sure she'll be tempted. She's getting a bit stir crazy."

"We should babysit some time John! We'd love to do that wouldn't we Sherlock?" Molly asked excitedly.

Suddenly Sherlock looked frightened.

"Oh, come on, you love Lizzie!" Molly said upon seeing his expression.

"I've held her Molly, that doesn't mean I know how to keep her alive for hours on end!"

John laughed out loud. "What do you think Sherlock, she's likely to drop dead if she stays with you for too long? Aren't you supposed to be brilliant? She's not that hard to keep alive. You feed her, you keep her clean, and you watch her. Not that she can even move much yet. You'd probably have an easier time keeping her alive right now than another year from now. By that time she'll be a genuine danger to herself!" and John shuddered at the thought of his daughter toddling around getting herself into trouble.

"She can't talk and I can't ask her questions! That makes figuring things out awfully difficult. Deducing a baby isn't really my area."

"Mary can do it." John said proudly. "She can tell the difference between Lizzie's cries. Sounds different depending on whether she needs a change or a feed or a cuddle because she's tired."

Sherlock raised an eyebrow. "Hm, fascinating. I'll have to sort that out for myself as well. If Molly insists on us babysitting, that will prove most useful."

"Oh I think it would be fun!" and Molly rubbed her hands in glee. "I'll talk to Mary. Maybe in another few months when she's a bit older. You two should still get a night out sometimes. Just for a break."

"Sounds pretty great to me right now. You know you're in need of a break when a day of furniture moving was a bit of a treat." John said as he rubbed his eyes. "But I should actually get going anyway. Mary just texted me and asked when I'd be back."

"I'll be leaving too... because Sherlock would like us to leave." Wiggins announced suddenly, and everyone looked at him. And then he continued.

"I deduce that he'd like to be alone with Molly and-"

"Wiggins!" Molly cut in loudly. She'd learned that Wiggins could be almost as deadly embarrassing with deduction as Sherlock... almost. But she certainly didn't trust where he was going with that sentence.

Sherlock let out a low chuckle as he strode over to put his arm around Molly.

"Excellent deduction Wiggins, though when I'm around I think it would be best if you leave the deducing to me. We can't both be irritating people. I've earned that right first and foremost." and he kissed Molly's very red cheek.

"On that note, I think I'll make an extra effort to vacate this flat as quickly as possible." John said as he gathered the rest of his take away and put his coat and shoes on.

Both guests were gone minutes later and when the door shut behind them Sherlock immediately came over and wrapped his arms around Molly's waist, lifting her from the ground and initiating an instantly passionate kiss. They backed up and landed on the couch, but Molly quickly pulled away.

"I really did want to get my clothes sorted in the wardrobe before bed." she protested, holding him back with a hand on his chest.

"Clothing is not a requirement at the moment Molly. In fact it's very strongly discouraged." he said in a low rumble as he removed the small blocking hand and capturing her mouth in a kiss again. He pulled her easily onto his lap and Molly felt her resolve crumbling rapidly... and she decided to stop fighting. She thought to herself, this is my first night officially living at 221B Baker Street. What in the world else should I be doing right now?!

"Are you coming to bed?" Molly asked almost an hour later. She lay with her head on Sherlock's chest on the couch.

"Mm, perhaps not quite yet. May check emails. I'll want to take a case tomorrow." he answered lazily.

"Oh come on, I'm going to bed alone on my first night living here?" she whined.

"You have already slept here more than half the nights since you agreed to move in Molly. This isn't really any different."

Molly sighed dramatically. "Suppose the honeymoon is over already eh?"

He tilted his head over to look at her with a playfully disgruntled expression. "After this past hour, you're claiming the honeymoon is over?! I give up!"

Molly laughed. "Stop! I just thought it would be nice. I seem to remember you wanting nothing more than my company while you slept not too long ago."

"As I still do. But I may not want to sleep just yet."

Molly pulled her shirt over her head and slipped out from under the blanket they'd been under. "Oh fine! Have it your way." she kissed him before standing up.

"I'll be to bed in a while. Try to get some sleep though Molly. You have work tomorrow at eight."

"Oh don't worry, I will." she sighed as she took another look at the room that was full of boxes that housed her clothes and books and things. "I'll just tackle this mess tomorrow after work I suppose."

"Ah yes, no rush." Sherlock responded in a relaxed tone with his eyes closed again in thought.

Easy for him to say, she thought. He's used to living in this state!

"Goodnight Sherlock."

"Goodnight Molly."

She disappeared down the hall and his eyes popped open when he heard the light switch off. He sat up and pulled his own pants and shirt back on then. He looked down at Toby who was peering up at him in interest.

"You're not going to be any help in this endeavor are you?" he questioned. The cat emitted a small mew and jumped up next to him on the couch.

"No. No undeserved affection for you right now." he said sternly as he stood up. "I have work to do."

Molly had noticed Sherlock coming to bed a few hours after she did. As well as some commotion in the bedroom, though she couldn't think what sort of work he was doing in there. She woke feeling pretty rested though. But when her alarm went off at seven that morning, Sherlock wasn't there. She saw he'd left a note on his pillow.

Had to take a dreadfully early case. Sorry I couldn't be there to say good morning. I'll be home by the time you get out of work. We can have a relaxed evening tonight. You won't have much to do... you're welcome. -Sherlock

Molly frowned. "You're welcome?" she said aloud to herself. She shrugged and got out of bed to go make some coffee.

Molly strolled down the short hallway and into the kitchen, starting the coffee. Toby wound around her feet and mewed for his food. She fed him, then finally turned to look into the sitting room. She did a double take, and wondered if she was dreaming. The boxes were... gone. Had she only imagined moving in yesterday? Or worse, had they been robbed in the night?

Then she looked around the room more carefully. There were her books on the shelf, there was her lamp on the table, and the picture of her parents on the mantel, and the list went on. All her things were placed and put away. Molly then had an incredibly exciting theory about the night's noises. She turned and rushed back down the hallway into the bedroom. She flung open her wardrobe that had been placed next to Sherlock's yesterday. And there were all her clothes, perfectly folded and hung up, and put in the little drawers.

The smile spread on Molly's face as she raced back down the hall into the kitchen and got her mobile. "Oh that beautiful, beautiful man..." she murmured as she typed away on her phone.

THE HONEYMOON IS MOST CERTAINLY NOT OVER! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DID ALL THAT, THANK YOU A MILLION TIMES! JUST WAIT TILL I GET MY HANDS ON YOU LATER! XOXO -MH

He responded as she was pouring her coffee into her mug.

WHY DO YOU THINK I DID IT? DON'T FORGET YOU ARE LIVING WITH A GENIUS NOW... WELCOME TO 221B BAKER STREET MOLLY. -SH

Molly looked around at the flat with the sun streaming in through the windows. She smiled and whispered to herself happily, "Welcome indeed."

And thus begins their life! Remember I'm not sticking to chronological order here, so don't let that hold back the prompts you'd like to share. I look forward to many exciting ideas rolling in! ;)