It was still a bit strange for him.
Sherlock Holmes had lived a bachelor's life since before settling in this town so needless to say having someone co-inhabiting with him was a larger adjustment than he'd initially believed.
Not that it didn't have its benefits. Having Molly at his ready disposal at basically any time was delightful. There were other things, however, that required adjustment.
Things that he had trouble understanding.
One such thing was why Molly seemed to really enjoy helping him dress. Not fully, of course, just his cravat. Every morning, she would carefully knot the fabric, a small smile on her face as would tuck the ends into his waist coast, her palm resting his chest for a moment before kissing his cheek.
It should have annoyed him, being treated almost like a child, but he strangely craved his wife's attention.
This morning he watched her slip her fingers around the silk deftly and couldn't help the fondness he felt as he observed her. He reached to curl a tendril of her hair around his finger and watched a slight blush bloom on her face.
His lips twitched up into a smile which she returned.