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Author's Note I: Some people wanted "shenanigans". Well, I will freely admit that I do not write that sort of stuff for several reasons. I do however write smoke and mirror stuff when I am addressing bedroom scenes, so I hope that at least takes the edge off your appetites for it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing

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Chapter 14

Molly watched him sleeping beside her. After months and months of waiting, they were finally married in every sense of the word. She took a deep breath and hoped that she wouldn't suddenly wake up and find out that she had dreamt the whole thing. It wouldn't be the first time, ever since she'd met him, she had dreamed that they were together and woken up completely disappointed because it wasn't real.

He rolled over and took her hand; he opened his eyes and took her in. She waited with bated breath, waited for him to speak and shatter the "dream world that she was sure that she had created.

"You're not sleeping," he finally said.

"I'm afraid that I'm going to wake up and find out that this is all a dream," Molly answered.

"I can assure you that this is not a dream," Sherlock replied, propping up on his elbow and looking down at her.

Molly played with a strand of hair and avoided his eyes. "I've dreamed this so many times, I'm afraid to believe its reality this time around."

Sherlock sighed and rolled his eyes. "Well then, I guess I'll just have to prove it to you. Won't I?"

"Oh? And just how are you going to prove that this isn't a dream?" Molly challenged with delight.

"Like this," Sherlock answered, leaning down and kissing her nose. "And like this. . ."

Molly closed her eyes while he explored her ear, her forehead, and her cheeks. Her pulse skipped a beat when his lips found her's and he kissed her so tenderly. She let out a shuddery sigh and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I think you better prove it to me just a little bit more," she whispered against his mouth.

And he did.

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"So, he told you then?"

"Yes," Molly answered, tucking her phone under her ear and rolling the sleeves of Sherlock's shirt up before taking out a knife and cutting up an apple.

"So, you two are together again?"

"Yes, we're together again," Molly confirmed, smiling mostly to herself, but completely sure that Mary would be able to hear it on the other side of the phone.

"Good," Mary said. "I'm so happy for the both of you. I think you need to do things properly now, with a real wedding in church with all your friends and family there, with you in a fancy dress and him in a tuxedo. It's only right because this time it's the real thing."

"I don't know,' Molly said. "I mean, we don't need a big wedding like that. . . do we? You can have the real thing without making it a big deal, can't you?"

"Yes," Mary agreed. "But every girl dreams of her wedding when she's younger. Don't you want the real thing?"

"Well. . . yes," Molly answered. "A little bit, but I'm sure that Sherlock wouldn't want to have the real thing. You know how he is."

"Leave Sherlock to me," Mary said. "I bet I could make him believe that having another wedding was his idea."

"I'd like to see you try," Molly replied. "I'm going to get going; I want to finish making breakfast before Sherlock wakes up."

"Okay. I'll talk to you soon darling."

"Talk to you soon," Molly repeated, hanging up with her friend.

She continued to make breakfast, humming love songs to herself as she did and thinking about a life that was altogether different than from the one she thought she would be leading 24 hours earlier. A little while later, Sherlock joined her.

"There you are," he said, sitting down at the table.

"Good morning Sherlock," Molly replied, smiling adoringly at him. "I made breakfast."

Sherlock nodded. "Yes, I can see that. Thank you."

"Are you hungry?" Molly asked.

"I could eat."

"Good!" Molly said, placing a cup of coffee in front of him. "Black, two sugars. Just the way you like it."

Sherlock took a sip and then cleared his throat. "Um Molly, since we're together again, are you planning on coming back to Baker Street?"

"Of course I am!" Molly answered. "I mean, I'm going to have to get out of my lease here, but I'm obviously coming home with you. A woman's place is with her husband and that's where I intend to be."

"Good." Sherlock took another sip of coffee and then looked at her again. "Molly, would you like a real wedding in an actual church?"

Molly hesitated for a moment. "Well. . ."

"I heard your conversation with Mary," Sherlock told her. "So, don't try and deny it. If a real wedding is what you want, I'll give it to you. I feel like I have a lot to make up for."

"Well," Molly said slowly, plopping down in his lap and giving him a small kiss on the mouth. "Maybe just a small church wedding with just our closest friends and family. How about that?"

"A compromise. I could handle a small wedding, if that's what you really wanted."

"It's what I really want," Molly assured him. "And then, spending the rest of my life with you."

"That," Sherlock said, wrapping his arms around her neck, "is definitely a given."

Molly smiled and leaned in to give him a full kiss.

It was a while before they wound up eating breakfast.

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A few weeks later

Molly clutched the small bouquet of flowers in her hands and took a deep breath as she looked down the aisle and at her husband. This was the day that she was going to marry him again, this time she was marrying him for all the usual reasons a couple got married. Love, sex, a white picket fence (if she could persuade him to give up his flat on Baker Street, some day) and maybe a child or two if they were lucky. They would still be companions, yes. But this time so much more than that was involved.

She was looking forward to every single bit of it. Especially the child part, she pressed a hand to her stomach and smiled at the secret she only knew. She would tell Sherlock when they were alone later, but for now it would be about the two of them.

The piece that Sherlock had composed for her to come down the aisle to started; she closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath to steady herself. Then she began her ascent down the aisle, watching her husband as she walked towards him.

"Hey," she mouthed when she had reached them.

"Hi," he mouthed in return as he smiled at her and took her hand. "I love you."

"I love you too," she replied.

"Come on you two, everybody's waiting!" John hissed.

"You're abusing your position as my best man," Sherlock hissed back before looking at Molly. "Are you ready?"

"Yes," she answered.

Together they took the last steps to the priest that was officiating their wedding and a little while later, they were vowing to be husband and wife.

Again.

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_The End_

Author's Note II:

I am not making any promises, but I MIGHT do a couple of follow-ups to this story. Thank you for taking this journey with me, I have enjoyed every single one of your reactions to this story. I think it is one of my most favorite and followed fics on this site, the Sherlolly fans are utterly amazing! I hope that we will share lots of stories together in the future. Please leave a review for old time's sakes. And if you are at all interested, I posted a soundtrack to this story. You can find it on 8tracks under the same username as the one I use on here.

Hope to see you guys again soon!

Love,

Holly, 6/10/2014_