Molly Holmes, was sitting on a comfy old sofa, in the middle of 221B Baker Street, reading her favorite book, her husband, had his head on her lap. Sherlock and Molly were newlyweds, and Although Sherlock had previously considered himself married to his work, he was rather liking being married to his mousy pathologist. Molly absentmindedly played with Sherlock's dark curls as she read her favorite mystery book. "The butler did it" Sherlock blurted out, breaking the comfortable silence. "Sherlock, you have just completely ruined the book for me!" Molly scolded, she could never stay mad at him for long though. As soon as he looked at her with those iridescent blue green eyes, she melted. Her expression softened, and she looked at the clock realizing how late it was. Sherlock stood and picked Molly up off the couch. She was very small and light and he could lift her easily. "Well Mrs. Holmes, shall we retire to the bedroom?" Sherlock asked playfully. Molly giggled and played along. "I do believe we shall Mr. Holmes". Sherlock laughed, a deep rumble in his chest.
Once in bed, Molly turned over on her, side and turned off the bedside lamp. As she lay in the dark, she felt long arms snake around her waist, pulling her closer. Sherlock pulled Molly into his embrace, and and nuzzled her neck and ear lovingly. "My pathologist..." Sherlock mumbled. Molly fell into a comfortable sleep.
When Molly awoke, sunlight shone brightly through her window. She could still feel Sherlock's arms wrapped around her waist. Molly carefully slipped out of his embrace, carefully not to wake him, and, missing the warmth as soon as she left it. Molly quietly slipped out of the bedroom door, and went into the bathroom to shower. Fifteen minutes later, Sherlock awoke suddenly nearly falling out of bed. He stood up, stretched, and went into the bathroom, only to find a fully dressed Molly brushing her wet hair. "Good morning" Sherlock said sleepily, while undressing and stepping into the shower. "Good morning to you to" Molly chirped. "I have to work until seven and unless someone gets murdered between now and then, I expect to find you home when I get back." Sherlock, just stood in the shower, letting the hot water fall over him. He appeared to be in another world. "I will probably be home, but if not don't wait up for me alright?" Sherlock looked at his wife knowing that she would wait up for him no matter what he said. Molly smiled at him, she nodded and bounced out of the room. Sherlock sighed, and began to clean himself.
Molly made herself a cup of tea, kissed Sherlock goodbye, and ran out the door. Sherlock watched her through the window, and sighed happily. Sherlock flopped back into his favorite chair and began to drift into his mind palace. Sherlock went to the room marked Molly and enjoyed some of the happy memories they had shared. When he got to some of the bad memories, like when he insulted her at the Christmas party, or when she had slapped him three times for "throwing away his gifts". His phone dinged, meaning he had gotten a text.

Got any good cases? -JW

Absolutely nothing. -SH

Where is Molly? -JW

Work. - SH

Want me to come over? -JW

NO! -SH

Sherlock strew his phone onto the sofa, and went on a search for Toby. After finding the cat hiding under his bed, Sherlock flopped back into his chair once again and stared at the clock. Six hours till Molly gets back. "Bored!" Sherlock yelled at no one in particular. Sherlock had six hours of time to waste, he might as well do something exciting.