that's mother 3 for you

2

Just a couple of guys being dudes and hugging in the snow like no homo bros

  • Sherlock: *pacing*
  • Molly: *fixing her dress in the mirror; smiling* Will you stop that? You'll be fine, she's already sort of met you once.
  • Sherlock: *glancing at the clock; dismissively* She's forgotten that.
  • Molly: *chuckles* You hope.
  • *knocking*
  • Sherlock: *looks at the window*
  • Molly: You'll be alright *pecks his lips* You ready?
  • Sherlock: *nods*
  • Molly: *dashes to her door, smoothing down her dress; opens her door* Hi, Mum.
  • Mummy Hooper: *hugging Molly* Hello, dear. It's nice of you to remember to wear some clothes-
  • Molly: *steps away; loudly* Mum, I'd like you to meet my boyfriend *stands next to Sherlock, linking fingers* Mum, this is Sherlock Holmes.
  • Mummy Hooper: *steps closer, smiling* Ah, Mr. Holmes, the one sleeping with my daughter *extends her hand*
  • Sherlock: *awkwardly shaking her hand* I'm sorry, I thought the door was locked.
  • Molly: *elbows him*
  • Sherlock: *clears his throat* Sherlock, please *forces a smile*
  • Molly: *gestures at the kitchen* I'll get the drinks, then *hurries to the kitchen*
  • Mummy Hooper: *sits on the sofa; grinning* So...do you work at Molly's hospital?
  • Sherlock: Something like that.
  • Mummy Hooper: *nods* Hmm, you seemed to like her lab coat.
  • Sherlock: *blushes*
  • Mummy Hooper: *rolls her eyes* Oh, son, don't worry about it. We're all adults and I've had my fair share of fun in the workplace, let me tell you-
  • Sherlock: *quickly* Actually, Mrs. Hooper... *glances at the kitchen door; lowers his voice* There was something I wanted to ask you.
  • Molly: *returns with a tray of drinks* Right, so...black coffee and your tea, Mum *places the tray on the coffee table* So, what were we talking about?
  • Sherlock: *hastily* Nothing!
  • Mummy Hooper: *tilts her head* You were just about to ask me something.
  • Sherlock: *chuckling nervously* No, I wasn't. That's the medication talking.
  • Mummy Hooper: *frowns* I'm not on medication!
  • Sherlock: *mutters* Not yet.
  • Molly: *looking between them, confused* Umm...
  • Sherlock: Biscuits. Thank you, Molly *kisses her cheek*
  • Molly: *blinking* Okay *walks back to the kitchen*
  • Sherlock: *to Mrs. Hooper, through gritted teeth* Forgive my haste in asking but I would like to ask your permission for Molly's hand in marriage. I have thought long and hard about my future and I cannot see spending it alone or with any other. I am in love with your daughter and, with your blessing, I hope to one day have the honour to call her my wife *swallows* Well? What do you say?
  • Mummy Hooper: *beaming; jumps up to hug him* Of course you can, you strange wonderful man. Thank you *whispers* Are you going to do it now?
  • Sherlock: *smiles* Not quite, no.
  • Molly: *returns with several packets of biscuits* I didn't know what you wanted so- *sees her Mum and Sherlock hugging* Oh, my God, what happened?
  • Mummy Hooper: *wiping the tears in her eyes* You have a wonderful boyfriend, Molly.
  • Molly: *smiles* Yeah?
  • Sherlock: *sighs* I do what I can.