Jealous Sherlock you asked for? How about jealous, protective and fluffy Sherlock? Hope you like it :)
“John, why is your hand on the small of my Molly’s back?” Sherlock bellowed flouncing his way into the lab.
Molly looked to John quietly mouthing sorry as she perched on the lab stool. As each month of her pregnancy ticked by Sherlock grew more and more protective of her and baby Holmes. It was getting to the point now that no-one could touch her without her husband throwing a hissy fit.
“I was just helping her sit down” John explained comically holding his hands in the air.
“That is my job” Sherlock pouted brushing past his blogger and settling beside his wife, “Are you ok? Do you need anything? Are your feet hurting? I’ll fetch a hot pad for your back that would be best…”
“Sherlock!” Molly cut in, “I am absolutely fine. Baby was kicking and I just needed a little rest, ok?”
Sherlock nodded and looked rather sheepish. His display of affection not going un-noted by John.
“I know you want to help me and baby but you need to stop being so protective. You’re driving me round the bend with all the questions” she groaned ruffling his curls playfully.
“You are carrying my child Molly. One can never be too protective.”
“I know honey, I know” she smiled suddenly gasping as baby Holmes made their presence known with a powerful kick.
Sherlock placed his hand on Molly’s swollen stomach revelling in the feel of his child’s movements.
A shutter clicked causing his head to whip around, “John delete it.”
His friend giggled having already sent the picture to Mary, “No that was too precious!”
Molly shook with laughter as her husband’s face fell. The consulting detective growled and leaned his head against Molly’s bump, “Rule number one – Uncle John likes to document things. I suspect there will be many photos like that one in the family album.”
I like this one ‘cos everyone needs some awkward Sherlock. Hope this is what you were looking for :)
“It can’t have been a gunshot wound that killed him then,” Molly announced excitedly, “The poison would have killed him before the gun was even cocked so it was all a cover up!”
Sherlock stared at her open mouthed unabashedly admiring her intelligence. He had been working this case for three weeks now with no leads but Molly had managed to break the deadlock within an hour. The Woman was right, brainy really is the new sexy.
“I love you Molly” Sherlock admitted only realising his mistake once Molly’s face mirrored his own look of surprise.
“You what?” she asked her voice rising in disbelief.
“Nothing” he shrugged coughing awkwardly.
“No, you said you loved me!”
“No I didn’t.”
“Yes you did!” she coaxed unwilling to let this lie.
Sherlock looked around the lab hoping to appear casual but looking anything but, “so what if I did?”
Oh we were playing that game now, “No matter I just thought you might like to hear my response.”
There was a momentary pause as Sherlock chanced a look at Molly’s grinning face.
“Go on then” he prompted.
“I love you too” she said her eyes filled with affection.
“Good” he nodded.
“Yes it is isn’t it?” she teased.
“I suppose we should probably go out for dinner then” he suggested moving to pick up his jacket and gloves from the work bench.
“What now?” she asked in amazement.
“Well you did just solve a case” he winked holding her jacket out for her. If a declaration of love and free dinner was what she was rewarded with after helping Sherlock with a case she would be certain to solve more of them.