[ooc: haha. go us! We could also continue in a new thread at any point if you wanted.]
"Okay, I'll see you later," she says to Sherlock before she hangs up. The desire to say "I love you" before she says goodbye is strong, but she's not sure they're there yet. There's one thing to say it with great emotional context during serious conversations, it's another to start using it as part of regular conversation. She's not sure if that'll ever be in the cards with Sherlock, the casual "Love you" before saying goodbye, but maybe she's wrong.
After Molly hangs up with Sherlock, she sees John's text and feels guilty that she's been having phone sex instead of keeping an eye on Rosie. She checks the monitor again though and she's still sleeping soundly. No harm then, she supposes.
To: John From: Molly
1:00 PM: Thanks John. It's nice even just to know that he's talking about it with you. Even better to know that he's talking about it in the long term. Feels more real I guess. It's still a bit surreal all of it.
1:02 PM: You're a good friend John. A lot of this change in him is due to you. I hope you realize that.
Molly sees Sophie's text along with John's but avoids it for the time being. She's not sure what to say and she needs to go get washed up and order herself some food before Rosie wakes up.
She finally texts her after she's had lunch and got Rosie changed and in her bouncy chair that she loves. It plays music and has hanging things she can try to play with and it means Molly isn't holding her all the time.
To: Sophie (Work) From: Molly
2:30 PM: It's very new. We haven't told most people yet. So far he's wonderful though.
Molly is giving Rosie another bottle when her phone chimes with a text from Sherlock. She's not sure why he can't knock on the door like everyone else, but she stands up, putting Rosie on her hip as she goes to let him in.
"Hey," she says with a huge smile as she sees him for the first time since they said good night outside her flat on Saturday. Her stomach feels like someone just let out a jar of butterflies into it and her heart rate picks up just from the sight of him and from knowing he's hers.
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Date: 2017-02-18 09:13 pm (UTC)"Okay, I'll see you later," she says to Sherlock before she hangs up. The desire to say "I love you" before she says goodbye is strong, but she's not sure they're there yet. There's one thing to say it with great emotional context during serious conversations, it's another to start using it as part of regular conversation. She's not sure if that'll ever be in the cards with Sherlock, the casual "Love you" before saying goodbye, but maybe she's wrong.
After Molly hangs up with Sherlock, she sees John's text and feels guilty that she's been having phone sex instead of keeping an eye on Rosie. She checks the monitor again though and she's still sleeping soundly. No harm then, she supposes.
To: John
From: Molly
1:00 PM: Thanks John. It's nice even just to know that he's talking about it with you. Even better to know that he's talking about it in the long term. Feels more real I guess. It's still a bit surreal all of it.
1:02 PM: You're a good friend John. A lot of this change in him is due to you. I hope you realize that.
Molly sees Sophie's text along with John's but avoids it for the time being. She's not sure what to say and she needs to go get washed up and order herself some food before Rosie wakes up.
She finally texts her after she's had lunch and got Rosie changed and in her bouncy chair that she loves. It plays music and has hanging things she can try to play with and it means Molly isn't holding her all the time.
To: Sophie (Work)
From: Molly
2:30 PM: It's very new. We haven't told most people yet. So far he's wonderful though.
Molly is giving Rosie another bottle when her phone chimes with a text from Sherlock. She's not sure why he can't knock on the door like everyone else, but she stands up, putting Rosie on her hip as she goes to let him in.
"Hey," she says with a huge smile as she sees him for the first time since they said good night outside her flat on Saturday. Her stomach feels like someone just let out a jar of butterflies into it and her heart rate picks up just from the sight of him and from knowing he's hers.