Despite his deductive skills, Sherlock hadn't quite been able to figure out where Molly stood on the idea of children. She hadn't brought it up and she'd never really said much about it to him during their friendship; he was unsure what exactly about a person's behavior indicated a desire to have a baby. Part of him almost hoped they would have a scare to force the discussion, but thus far Molly's birth control had proved more than equal to its job despite their very active sex life, and the idea of fiddling with it was borderline offensive to him.
He glanced down at her, and not for the first time was struck by how happy she looked at his side. Years' worth of trouble and strain had melted away from her; she was relaxed, contented, pleased. It was a sight that seemed to astonish him anew each time he really took it in--he'd so rarely made anyone happy in his life, and now he lived with someone who was happy to be with him, whose day he could reliably improve.
Seeing her like this was, he sometimes thought, the closest he ever felt to being the good man John and their friends insisted he was.
"Maybe we'll arrange a return trip this summer," he murmured, his smile helpless.
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Date: 2019-01-21 07:28 pm (UTC)He glanced down at her, and not for the first time was struck by how happy she looked at his side. Years' worth of trouble and strain had melted away from her; she was relaxed, contented, pleased. It was a sight that seemed to astonish him anew each time he really took it in--he'd so rarely made anyone happy in his life, and now he lived with someone who was happy to be with him, whose day he could reliably improve.
Seeing her like this was, he sometimes thought, the closest he ever felt to being the good man John and their friends insisted he was.
"Maybe we'll arrange a return trip this summer," he murmured, his smile helpless.