Sherlock Holmes had often found that he required his mind to be engaged, lest the boredom finally catch up to him.
He’d worried a bit that taking on a wife would do nothing but accelerate the speed of that boredom, his hypothesis tested as tried and true as he observed the majority of the married couples of the ton.
Of course, Molly Holmes (nee Hooper) had never really crossed his mind. In all the ways that mattered, she was an anomaly in his data: she was clever and patient, sweet but morbid, curious and bold, kind but strong. Most extraordinary of all: she loved him.
Holding her close at the end of a long case, fire warming them from the chill outside of the walls of 221B, holding his wife close him, Sherlock Holmes was never happier to discover boredom was nowhere on the horizon. He was never happier to be the anomaly.