A/N: Hello, darling!

The epilogue. The finale. There was a stage there that I didn't think I'd finish. That may or may not have been a few hours ago when I started working on chapter 8, but oh well.

I wanted to say this: thank you so so much for reading, reviewing, favouring, and/or following while I've been posting this story. It means a lot that you like my writing and want to read it :)

As previoiusly discussed, I'll be abandoning this account and leaving the works here. I've decided to move to AO3 and just write the occasional one shot. I'll be doing that next year.

So, I've decided to end with a 30 Day OTP Challenge with Sherlolly and (this is a bit of a hint and also just something for fun to let you know. I haven't posted this anywhere else yet… not that I have many places to post this) it's not individual one shots. It's one big story updated every day for 30 days of January. I'll be simultaneously posting on AO3- I'll submit it at almost the exact same time.

And that's that.

Once more, before we finish it off and have many a feels, thank you oh so much for all your support during this story and during the year. I've absolutely loved posting here and loved your response. You're beautiful!

I hope you enjoy this. X

It had been nearly seven years since Molly arrived back in London. As per John's recommendation, despite having no qualifications whatsoever, Sherlock continued to write his blog, telling everyone about the book he had just read and how it was. Authors from around the world wrote to him, requesting he reviewed their book online. Sherlock Holmes was an internet sensation. He increased the amount of people reading and was a large influence on the reading community.

Sherlock Holmes went into the library every day. He did stocktake, he looked after customers, he dealt with the fines, and he covered books. Despite the clients trying to outsmart Sherlock, covering books was his favourite because he got to see the new books come in and reserve them before anyone else knew they were there. That also meant that his website was constantly updated.

Even though he had pushed the blog, John wasn't a big fan of it. The duo couldn't walk to work without people stopping them. Mycroft had tried to intervene, which had annoyed John even more. In his opinion, Sherlock didn't have a normal life. He should just go to work, do his job, have a pint or two after work, and go home. Instead, he kept his nose in a book and barely saw anyone. There were, of course, a few exceptions to that, but we'll discuss that later.

It was a Saturday morning and Sherlock woke up with a groan. Today, he'd have to deal with all the late fines, and he knew there was one person who stacked up a large one. He had bathed, eaten breakfast, and walked outside where John waited for him.

"About time," his friend said as the door closed behind Sherlock.

He shrugged. "I kept hitting snooze."

"Then go to bed earlier."

"You know I can't," Sherlock said, rolling his eyes. "Anyway, have you finished the book? I'm going to post a review on it tonight and I want your opinion."

John threw his arms in the air. "You gave it to me yesterday! Of course I haven't bloody finished! Besides, Mary wanted to go out for dinner and I haven't had a chance to open the cover yet!"

Freezing in his place, Sherlock gaped at John. "You haven't even opened it?!"

"We can't bloody all read a two hundred page book overnight. Can you not be a presumptuous, pretentious git all the time?"

Sherlock shrugged and walked away from John. "I'm too famous to take that."

The duo walked to the library, a few people interrupting their conversation. When they arrived, there was a large group of people standing outside, waiting to enter. Sherlock smiled at them and was escorted by John to the staff entrance.

The day proceeded as usual. Sherlock sat at the returns desk and told his customers how much they had to pay. He had to move broken books aside for fixing and he had to deal with the customers who wanted to talk to him about books.

As the day approached the end, the librarian looked up and around at all the people in the library. He felt his heart sink as he realised the person he wished the most was there was not.

With a sigh, he went back to work and dealt with a few customers. About an hour later, there was a slow, sliding noise on the desk. He looked up to see a large stack of books slowly being pushed further and further across the desk.

Again, Sherlock sighed. "You borrow too many books and they're always so late," he said before starting to scan the books.

"It's not my fault I love books," the child replied, their body hidden by the counter.

"I keep telling your mum to make sure you return the books. You'll rack up a fortune on overdue fees," Sherlock said as he scanned the last book. He looked at the computer and leaned over the desk with a frown. He looked at the pouting girl. "You owe ten pounds."

The child's mother walked over and laughed. "Sherlock, please. Take it from your pay," she said, kissing the girl on her head.

Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Tell your child to stop reading so many books. The late fees are embarrassing."

"I'll tell our child to stop when you stop, you hypocrite," she laughed and leaned over the counter to peck his cheek.

"You're lucky I love you too," Sherlock said with a smile, looking at his wife and child, "or I'd ban you from the library."

"I'd like to see you try, nerd," she teased, crossing her arms and smiling back at him.

He raised an eyebrow. "Now now, Molly, that's not very good manners. What would our child think?"

They looked down at their daughter who stared at them in horror. "You won't really ban us from the library, would you?" she asked.

Molly scooped her child up into her arms and kissed her on her cheek. "You can only get banned from the library for getting intoxicated and destroying property," her mother assured her.

The librarian rolled his eyes at his family and smiled.