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Summary: "Um, Sherlock? Timing?" John asked, with a slight nod of his head. Sherlock could feel his children cringing in embarrassment while Mary giggled over the entire situation. "Not good?" "Bit not good, yeah."

Of Poor Planning and Bad Timing

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"Get up this instant, Sherlock Holmes! What do you think you are doing?!" Molly Hooper hissed through her teeth while trying to pull up the insufferable detective currently kneeling before her by his upper arm. She tried to paste an apologetic smile on her face as she nodded to the people walking around them. Sherlock could be so stubborn sometimes.

"I'm trying to propose, Molly," Sherlock calmly replied back, attempting to remove her hand from his arm and, instead, hold it in what he thought was a romantic gesture.

"Now?!" Molly screeched back, staring at him like he had sprouted another head. "After 23 years and 2 children, you want to propose now?!"

With his cool and collected voice, Sherlock explained, "Well, you were just saying that the setting was rather romantic and I thought you would appreciate-"

"You're blocking the entryway to the church and causing a scene!" interrupted Molly, throwing her arms in the air. "And at your goddaughter's wedding, no less!"

"I doubt Katherine will mind very much," Sherlock stated stoically, still down on one knee, waving away Molly's reasoning with his arms. "Wedding's always start late-"

Sherlock felt a hand press upon his shoulder. He looked around to find his best friend, John Watson; the bride, Katherine; and the entire wedding party, dressed in full regalia, standing behind him.

"Um, Sherlock? Timing?" John asked, with a slight nod of his head, his eyes pointing toward the church doors.

Sherlock tilted his head to the side, thinking. He could feel his children behind the bride, cringing in embarrassment, while the mother of the bride giggled over the entire situation.

"Not good?"

"Bit not good, yeah."

Her anger and dismay forgotten, Molly turned to the young woman by John's side. "You look beautiful, Katherine," she said with a teary smile, giving the bride a loose hug.

"Thank you Aunt Molly, Uncle Sherlock," Katherine warmly smiled back, exchanging kisses with her godfather when he finally stood up.

Brushing the dust off his knees, Sherlock swiftly tucked Molly's hand into the crook of his arm and began to lead her into the church. "We'll just head to our seats," he stated while the wedding party began to organise themselves outside the church doors.

Once they were settled in the pew, Sherlock took Molly's hand in his and kissed her knuckles lightly before placing their entwined hands in Molly's lap. As they both watched the bridesmaids and groomsmen make their way to the altar, Sherlock tilted his head towards Molly, murmuring, "You never did answer my proposal."

Turning her head, Molly placed a light kiss upon Sherlock's cheek. Delighted, she whispered back, "Of course I'll marry you, you big dummy."