"Molly, do you want anything?" Sherlock whispered close to Molly's ear.

The sleeping pathologist groaned and opened her eyes slightly, just enough to see her husband looking at her in expectation. She sighed and turned away from him again, only muttering, "No."

"Molly, can I get you anything?" Sherlock asked, gently caressing her arm.

Molly sighed and snuggled closer to the consulting detective. When he didn't stop toughing her with utmost gentleness she shook her head.

"Nothing."

Molly wasn't sure what woke her up but as she opened her eyes she saw Sherlock lying next to her, wide awake, and observing her.

"Sherlock, what's wrong?"

"Do you want me to get you something?"

"No, I'm fine. Go back to sleep."

"Are you sure?" he needed a conformation.

Molly smiled slightly, "I'm sure."

It was little before 2 in the morning when Molly Holmes rose out of bed, careful not to wake up her husband, and walked around the bed to reach the door. She just reached for the doorknob when Sherlock's voice startled her.

"Do you need anything? Can I get you anything?"

"I'm just going to the loo. Go back to sleep."

"So, how are things at night?" John Watson asked as two couples sat around a table for early dinner. Little Amy Watson was already asleep and her Godparents were invited to join her parents for a nice meal after a successfully solved crime.

Mary grinned and leaned towards Molly who sat opposite of her, "Any strange cravings?"

"No." Sherlock muttered, visibly unhappy having to give that particular answer.

Molly smiled at her grumpy husband, "Although sometimes I crave a full night sleep. Hard to get it when someone wakes me up every night around 3 and asks me if I want anything?"

"Sherlock, I told you every woman is different when it comes to cravings." John was shaking his head at the ridiculousness of the consulting detective.

"Well my woman is extra different because she doesn't have any cravings." Sherlock commented making Molly almost spit out her apple juice.

"I'm your woman?" she asked him.

"Yes." Sherlock answered honestly making Molly lean towards him and give him a small peck on the cheek.

"Alright, desert time." Mary suddenly announced and stood up.

She picked up the plates from the table, after informing Molly she doesn't need help, and took them to the kitchen.

"She made her special." John said proudly.

"What's the special?" Molly asked, she was looking forward to something sweet.

"Apple pie." Mary answered as she walked back in the room, a lovely smelling desert in her arms.

"Molly, you alright?" John asked, noticing the expression on the pathologist's face.

"I don't really like cooked apples. And would really like raspberry ice cream." She answered.

"Sorry, we don't have any." Mary answered and then shrieked as Sherlock jumped from his chair.

"I'll get some!" he yelled, rushed out of the room, grabbed his coat off the hanger, and ran out of the house banging the entrance door on his way out.

Seconds later a wail could be heard coming from the nursery making Mary sigh.

"I'm trying to find a good thing about this but I can't." she said before leaving to get her daughter.

"I can." Molly muttered, "Hopefully now that I had my first craving Sherlock will see then come at random and stop waking me up every single night."

John instantly started to shake his head, "I'm afraid this is only the beginning. So start expecting calls while you're at work asking you if you want anything."

Molly couldn't help but groan. She knew Sherlock, so she knew he was absolutely right.