Molly heard the sound of the front door opening and closing. Sherlock breezed into the room where she was keeping an eye on Christina in the bouncer and Victoria who was watching an episode of Teletubbies, her favourite show.

"Uh oh!" said Victoria, imitating the characters.

Sherlock bent down to kiss Molly, then asked, in an irritated voice, "Why do you let Victoria watch that rubbish? I swear, that show lowers the IQ of every child who watches it with that silly way they constantly use baby talk to each other. Then they insist on showing their video footage twice just to cut down on production costs for something that obviously has a limited budget to begin with, judging by the quality of the show. And don't get me started on that utterly ridiculous laughing baby sun."

Molly frowned at Sherlock and folded her arms. She'd listened to Sherlock rant about the show before. True, she didn't particularly care for it either, but Victoria was still too young to understand or enjoy most television programmes, and this one had captured her interest. "Victoria likes it, Sherlock, and when she is watching it I can occasionally enjoy a little 'me' time." She indicated the book she had been reading, one of the Barbara Cartland novels Sherlock had bought her two Christmases ago that she had not had the opportunity to read until now.

"Am I not romantic enough for you?" asked Sherlock, quirking an eyebrow and pouting.

Molly laughed. "Just because I have the most wonderful, romantic husband imaginable, doesn't mean I don't like to read a good romance novel once in a while and anyway, you bought me the books so you can't complain. Rest assured, I always imagine the hero as you and the heroine as me, like in those dreams we had when we were first married."

"You are good at writing, perhaps you should write your own romance novel."

Molly rolled her eyes. "And where would I find the time for that in between working part-time and taking care of two children?" She looked suddenly thoughtful. "Although the idea is appealing. It would be nice to write a Christian historical romance. You don't see that kind of thing around. Maybe one day."

Sherlock smiled and bent to kiss her again, a more lingering one this time. "I believe you could do anything you set out to do, my love."

Victoria suddenly became aware of her daddy, the television show having just ended. She got to her feet and turned to him. "Daddy! Hold you!" Molly thought it was funny how Victoria had begun to say "hold you" rather than understanding it to be "hold me".

Sherlock obligingly scooped his daughter up and sat next to Molly with her, "So, how was your day anyway?"

"Quite peaceful." She indicated the sleeping almost-five-month-old. "I finished feeding her a little while ago, and she has been sleeping for about ten minutes. Earlier this afternoon Victoria and I did some baking and she helped me make-"

"Ginger nuts!" Sherlock cut her off. "I thought I could smell them." He tickled Victoria, who squealed with laughter. "Did you help Mummy make Daddy's favourite biscuit?"

"Yes, Daddy." She gave him a toothy grin.

"Shh, you'll wake the baby!" Molly nudged Sherlock, and he shot her an apologetic look. "How was your case, anyway?" she asked. "Did you and John wrap it up?"

"Super easy, barely an inconvenience." This had become Sherlock's mantra of late, imitating the YouTuber who poked fun at films by dissecting them and their plot holes.

Molly didn't bother asking the details because Sherlock would launch into a long description of how he had made his deductions and found the answer. She didn't need to hear the details to know he was brilliant. "Well, I'm glad to hear it."

"Oh, by the way, I got a text from Mycroft. He's popping over later with a birthday present for Victoria and he said he has an anniversary gift for us too."

Victoria wriggled off of Sherlock's lap, seeing as he was not getting any attention, and she walked over to the bouncer to look at her baby sister. Even after five months, she was fascinated by Christina and would often try to give the baby her toys. She leaned over to kiss Christina's cheek.

"Don't wake your sister, lovey." Molly spoke the words automatically and Victoria turned back towards her with a pout that looked curiously similar to Sherlock's pout of minutes earlier.

"Wanna hold baby." Victoria enjoyed sitting on Molly or Sherlock's lap and then having the baby carefully placed onto her own lap.

"When she wakes up you can sit on my lap and we can hold her for a little bit. Why don't you do one of your puzzles for now?"

There was a 24 piece Frozen 2 puzzle partially assembled on the coffee table, which Molly had been helping Victoria assemble.

"Okay, Mummy." Victoria headed over to the table and Molly turned her attention back to Sherlock.

"What was that about an anniversary gift? Our anniversary isn't until August."

Sherlock's lips quirked. "He too marks this particular occasion as an anniversary of sorts. Today is three years since the events at Sherrinford."

Molly felt her mouth drop open slightly. She really had forgotten about that important day this year. With all of the busy times of the past several months, adjusting to having two children, switching to part-time in her job so she could devote more of her attention to the girls, it seemed as if the year had just been flying by. Then of course Victoria's birthday had only been ten days ago and there had been a houseful of people to celebrate it. Mycroft had sent his regrets, stating he was too busy at work to get away for a party, although Molly just suspected it was an excuse to not have to interact with a lot of people. The party was, after all, held on Victoria's birthday, which happened to be a Sunday. Socialising was definitely not something Mycroft enjoyed. He was remarkably like Sherlock that way, although Sherlock handled himself well these days in social situations as long as he was with people he knew.

"I wonder what kind of anniversary present he wants to give us."

Sherlock shrugged. "Guess we'll find out."

Two hours later, Sherlock and Molly had finished eating dinner and Christina was on the play mat, reaching for the toys that were suspended above it along an arch. Sherlock had Victoria on his lap and was reading through one of her books. By now, Victoria was able to identify shapes and colours very well.

The doorbell rang and Sherlock looked up. "That'll be Mycroft."

He set the book down and hoisted Victoria onto his hip to walk with her towards the front door.

A minute later he returned, brother in tow.

Mycroft nodded at Molly. "Good evening, sister mine." In his hands he held two rather large presents and a smaller one wrapped in colourful paper with Disney princesses, obviously chosen by Elizabeth. At least it isn't Teletubbies gift wrap, thought Molly with an inward smile. Sherlock would have hated that.

"These are for you, Victoria. Happy belated birthday."

Sherlock sat with Victoria, and Mycroft handed him the gifts to unwrap with her assistance.

"Cup of tea, Mycroft?" Molly asked as her brother-in-law peered down at his youngest niece.

"No, thank you. I just popped in for a moment. Your young one has grown substantially since I last saw her."

Molly recalled that the last time Mycroft had seen his nieces was on Easter Sunday when he and Elizabeth had come for a family dinner. Molly had invited them to church as well but, not surprisingly, they had declined. Sherlock's parents, however, had come to London for Easter and stayed with them. They had been happy to go to both the Good Friday and Easter Sunday services and had even seemed to enjoy the more contemporary style of Sherlock and Molly's church. Molly had been proud to introduce her in-laws to Pastor Briggs after the Easter Sunday service, which had not been possible after the Friday one as it was always a sombre occasion where the congregation left the church in quiet contemplation of Jesus's sacrifice on the cross. Molly's father-in-law had had a conversation with Pastor Briggs for several minutes after the Sunday service.

Now, Molly smiled at her brother-in-law. "You know you are welcome to visit anytime, not just for special occasions. Victoria enjoys seeing Unca Myc and Auntie Liz."

She glanced over at Sherlock and Victoria to see they had unwrapped the first gift, a wooden cube with shape cutouts and matching blocks that could be inserted into the cube.

Victoria clapped her hands at her new toy. "Wanna play."

"We must open the other presents first," said Sherlock, putting her fingers over the sellotape that secured the second package and helping her tear into the wrapping.

The second present was coloured wooden stacking rings with numbers in front from 0 to 9 to indicate how many rings were stacked on each wooden post. Apparently Mycroft was assuming his niece would be an early learner as well, and that she was ready to start counting. Molly knew Sherlock would enjoy helping with Victoria's education in counting as well.

The third present turned out to be, and Molly could see the chagrined expression on Sherlock's face as he saw it, along with Victoria's delighted expression, a Teletubbies DVD. He looked at Molly reproachfully, knowing she had obviously told Mycroft or Elizabeth about Victoria's favourite show.

Molly merely grinned at him.

Sherlock gave a small sigh and set the DVD down. "Say thank you to Uncle Mycroft," Sherlock told Victoria.

Victoria turned her head to her uncle. "Thank you. Unca Myc."

Mycroft gave his niece a small smile. Molly knew he didn't care for the abbreviated version of his name, but obviously understood that Victoria was too young to understand that and say his full name. "You're most welcome, Victoria."

Sherlock set Victoria down with her new toys as Molly gathered up the wrapping paper to throw it away. "Thanks, Mycroft. Didn't you say you had something else for us?" he asked.

"Ah yes." Mycroft felt in his coat pocket and withdrew a small case that contained either a CD or DVD. "I almost forgot. I've had this for a while and wanted to give it to you at the right time. Please understand my intentions are not to bring up difficult memories but to give you both something that you will recognise as the beginning of your life together as a couple."

He handed the CD case to Sherlock while Molly left the room to throw away the discarded wrapping paper.

When she returned, Mycroft was saying, "Well, I must be getting home. I came straight from the office and have yet to eat my dinner. Goodbye for now."

He bent down to give Victoria a peck on the cheek while Molly picked up Christina from the play mat for him to do the same with her. Molly was very glad that Mycroft had softened enough over the past three years to show his nieces his affection this way. Actions spoke louder than words.

Christina reached a hand up to Mycroft's cheek as he kissed hers. "Goodbye, little one."

As soon as he had gone, Sherlock showed Molly the CD case, and she saw it had a label with writing on it - Sherrinford, 20-5-2017. She rocked Christina gently in her arms and looked up at Sherlock. "Is that what I think it is?"

"If by that you mean footage from that day, presumably from the phone call between us, I imagine so."

Molly drew in her breath. "I must admit, at times I've found myself wondering if there were recorded security camera images from that day, but I never felt it was my place to ask. Do you think it will have audio as well?"

Sherlock shrugged. "I'm a detective but I cannot deduce that without more facts so I guess we will find out when we take a look at it."

Molly furrowed her brow. "Are you okay with looking at it?"

"It's been three years, Molly. There will always be scars associated with that day but I don't think reliving the experience will be as painful as it would have been if only a little time had passed. I have years of a wonderful life with you to temper any emotional distress that might occur as a result of watching any video footage."

"In that case, why don't we plan to watch it after we put Victoria to bed tonight and I get Christina settled in the bouncer so we can keep an eye on her?" Her lips quirked. "Maybe we will get a couple hours to ourselves."

He gave her a pained smile. If it had been difficult to get time alone with one child, it was even more so with two, although definitely easier now that Christina usually only woke once or twice during the night. However, she tended to be up later than Victoria and woke sooner due to her naps during the day. "Sounds like a plan."

He placed the disc on the mantel over the fireplace.

"Ready for some ginger nuts?" asked Molly.

"Am I ever not ready for those?"

Molly grinned at him and went to get the biscuits.

Sherlock showed his appreciation of Molly's baking skills by eating four biscuits. As usual, he had to eat an even number of them so when he absently picked up a third biscuit and began to munch on it he obviously could not stop there.

Molly was always content to just have one. She liked ginger nuts but wasn't as passionate about them as Sherlock and liked him to enjoy most of them. She crumbled up one of the biscuits for Victoria as well.

After their snack came story time, and Molly was looking forward to it as usual. It was a highlight of her evening. She and Sherlock would read a story to Victoria, putting on the different voices of the characters. Sherlock was a marvel at doing different voices, probably as a result of so much practice over the years being in disguise for various cases.

There was a little pile of story books on one of the bookshelves and Molly chose a new one, a birthday gift for Victoria from Molly's mother. The book was called The Tiger Who Came to Tea, and Molly recalled it being a favourite story from when she had been very little. Her parents too had often read stories together to her as a child.

While Molly had been selecting the book, Sherlock had sat Victoria on his lap. With his socked foot he was gently pushing on the bouncer to rock Christina, who was gumming a teething ring. Molly had felt the bump under Christina's gum that indicated her first tooth would be emerging soon.

"Did you ever read this story as a child?" Molly showed Sherlock the book.

He furrowed his brow. "It seems familiar. Doesn't the tiger pretty much eat everything in the house?"

"That's the one, and he drinks everything including all the water from the tap."

"Oh, I remember now. I told Mummy the notion of drinking all the water from the tap so that the little girl couldn't have a bath was preposterous because water didn't come in limited quantities that way. I think that was the end of story time for me because I kept analysing books and pointing out the ludicrous plots."

"Molly laughed. "And how old were you?"

"About six, I suppose. Remember, my memories from my childhood are fractured so I don't have a clear timeline of events." Sherlock pulled Victoria more securely into his lap because she was getting restless. "Victoria, Mummy and I are going to read now so stay put."

"Who should do the narration?" asked Molly. "I will do the voices of the mother and Sophie and you can do the voices for the tiger and the father."

"Go ahead. You do it this time and I'll do it next time."

So Molly began to read. "Once there was a little girl named Sophie..."

She was interrupted on a couple occasions by Victoria pointing at the pictures of the tiger and saying "Tiger!"

Sherlock interrupted Molly's narration for when the father came home and said, "I'm home!" which was not actually written in the book.

When Victoria saw the picture of Sophie in her red coat, she pointed to it. "My coat."

Molly nodded. "Yes, that coat looks just like your coat." She remembered how adorable Victoria had looked in her red coat on Christmas Eve, reaching to catch snowflakes before the church service. Little had Molly known at the time that mere hours later, Christina would be born.

Molly finished the story. "But he never did."

Victoria clapped her hands. "Again."

Sherlock lifted Victoria off his lap. "This is not that inane Teletubbies show, Victoria. One read-through is enough."

Molly frowned at him. "Sherlock, don't make fun of her enjoyment of the show or I will put in that new DVD and make you watch it with her tonight."

Sherlock gave an exaggerated groan. "Anything but that. Torture would be preferable."

At around nine-thirty, Sherlock gave Victoria her bath and got her ready for bed while Molly fed Christina. To Molly's disappointment, Victoria was having one of her stubborn days where she didn't want to sleep but wanted to play with her new toys. Molly noticed Sherlock surreptitiously taking the Teletubbies DVD and setting it onto the mantel next to the CD case he'd put there earlier, out of sight of Victoria. Fortunately for him, she seemed to have forgotten about it - for now.

By the time Victoria was tired enough to be put into her cot, it was nearly eleven o'clock and Christina had already been sleeping in the bouncer for an hour. There was no telling how long it would be before she woke from her nap.

But finally, it was time to find out what exactly was on the disc. Would there be audio to go along with the video? Molly twisted her fingers together in nervous excitement and watched as Sherlock inserted the disc into the Blu-ray player.

Author's note: Initially this was intended as a one-shot, but I was at almost 5000 words and realised I wanted to put in extra scenes with Victoria.

So here's a little context. The Tiger Who Came to Tea is apparently a very popular children's book in England that was first published in 1968. American readers may not be aware of this, but English readers may know that Benedict Cumberbatch voiced the father in a television adaption of the story that was released this past Christmas Eve. The words by the dad of "I'm home" are not used in the book itself but BC uses them in the Christmas special, therefore I thought it would be fun to have Sherlock interject it during story time. I do find it amusing to give a nod to the actor in different roles at times.

You can find the whole book read out load and also the trailer for the Christmas special on YouTube if you'd like to check it out.

Did you have any favourite storybooks growing up? If you are from a foreign country, I'd especially love to hear what stories you grew up with!

Oh, as for the Teletubbies comments from Sherlock, I have to say I put my own feelings about the show into Sherlock. My two older daughters though loved the show when they were very little. After a hiatus of several years from making Teletubbies episodes, new ones were made starting in 2015, with a slightly revamped introduction. The format remains the same though - I forced myself to watch one of the newer episodes just to check. Thanks to THEONEWITHWHEELSASH for providing a YouTube link to a newer episode for me. Were you or your children Teletubbies fans?

So, now for what is to come - what exactly do you think will be on the DVD from Mycroft? Are you excited to find out? Place your deductions in the review box below.