A/N: All right, guys, this is it, I'm afraid. The ending. It was so fun to write this, and if you want to see anything else in this 'verse, then just shoot me a request by PM, or in a review on either this story or The Mollcroft Files, and I'd be more than happy to do it. But for now, this story needs a good old-fashioned ending.

"Daaaad!" a high-pitched voice from the kitchen yelled. "DadDadDadDadDad!"

Mycroft sighed and folded up his newspaper, "Yes? Yesyesyesyesyes?"

Shirley Holmes held up a wedding picture showing Molly and Mycroft, with Matthew out of focus in the back. "Was Matt at yours and Mum's wedding?"

Mycroft smiled as he looked at the photo. "He was. He was the reason Mum and I got together."

Matthew, now 10, walked into the living room at the mention of his name. "What's going on?"

"Shirley was asking if you were at the wedding."

"Well of course I was stupid, I'm in the picture aren't I?"

Shirley stuck his tongue out at him. Matthew huffed and crossed his arms. Mycroft rolled his eyes at the now habitual fighting. "Both of you behave, or I won't explain the story of how your mum and I got together."

"I already know the story! I don't care about whether you tell it or not!" Matthew said.

"But your sister doesn't, and she's the same age as you were when the whole thing started. I think it's high time we told her, don't you?"

Matthew rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Just do it before Mum comes back, or she'll smack you with your own newspaper."

"Tell it, Dad! Tell it!" Shirley begged.

"Okay, I'm telling it! It all started with a Cupid named Matthew…"

~End~

A/N: That's all you guys! Thank you to everyone of you who followed, favorited, and/or reviewed! You guys are the reason I write these! If you want more Mollcroft, I always have The Mollcroft Files, and then I have another story on AO3 called Ghosts of Times Long Past, and if enough people ask (AKA 1 person) I'll start posting it here too. Thank you all once again!

~shnuffeluv