TAA DAA! It's here! At long last it is here!
Way back in November my brain decided to give me the brilliant idea that I should write a sequel to my fic A Study in Patience (please read this if you haven't already, it will help make this fic make much more sense!).
It was a bit slow going, but I finally got it done and I am so happy to be sharing it with you all :)
Please note, I did do some research but I'm not striving for accuracy, I'm striving for fluff and smut hehehehe, so please be kind and remember this is fiction!
Anyway, enjoy!
Part One - Stag and Hen
Previously
"We're having a baby," he repeated, and she covered her hand with his. He looked up at her. "Do you think I'll be a good father?"
With her other hand she cupped the side of his face. "You'll be a wonderful father! Look at how well you've taken care of me over these passed few months!"
He smiled, keeping his hand on her stomach as he shifted slightly so that he could lie on his side. "Our child will certainly be an intelligent one!"
She hummed in agreement. "Don't think for a second that you'll be able to conduct any sort of experiments on them though!"
"Molly!" he exclaimed, looking affronted. "I would never do that. Have I ever experimented on John and Mary's child?"
"No," she replied with a cheeky smirk. "But that's because Mary is a former assassin and would more than likely castrate you, if you did."
He grimaced slightly. "Point made." He splayed his hand out on her stomach.
"Do you want a boy or a girl?" Molly asked him.
Sherlock moved closer, brushing the tip of his nose along her jaw line. "Doesn't matter. I would be happy with either, the only thing that does matter is that the child is healthy."
Molly turned her head and pressed her lips to his. "I feel the same."
"Let's get married tomorrow," he said to her.
"All right."
He smiled, gently moving his fingertips over the smooth expanse of her abdomen. Molly looked at him, her own expression mirroring his as she began to mentally prepare herself for the coming months, knowing all too well that she was going to have to endure more coddling and fussing from him. Her smile grew larger as she reached up and brushed his curls back from his face, accepting the fact that she honestly wouldn't want it to be any other way.
Molly was nudging Sherlock awake, softly whispering his name. He let out a grunt, rolling onto his back before blinking sleepily at her.
"What is it?" he asked his voice thick with sleep.
"I think we should hold off the wedding, at least for a few days. Your mother will never forgive you if we get married without her being there," she explained.
He groaned rubbing his hands over his face. "If we must," he spat out.
"Oh stop it Sherlock. I know how much you don't like to upset Mummy, and this would most definitely upset her!"
He sighed. "Fine."
"Also, Mary would be most unhappy if she was unable to give me a hen night."
He rolled his eyes. "Does this mean I'm supposed to have a stag night as well?" He grimaced.
"Perhaps you should just go out and solve some crimes with John ... I don't exactly want to have to bail you out of prison."
He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.
She smiled but then looked away from him, fingering the edge of the blanket.
"Molly? What is it?" He sat up, leaning on his elbow. "What is it?" he repeated, reaching out to place his hand on her arm.
She slowly looked up at him, her eyes bright and shining. "Can we ... can we wait to tell everyone about the baby?"
He visibly relaxed. "Of course, if that's what you want. It's probably for the best; don't need Mummy gushing about at last having a grandchild."
Molly laughed, pressing herself against him. Sherlock slipped his arm around her, settling back down. She curled into him, sighing happily. They lay like this, quietly, for several minutes, until she giggled again.
"You want me to call your Mother and tell her about the wedding ... don't you?" she asked him.
He slowly let out a breath, biting back a smile; she really did know him well. "If you wouldn't mind."
She leaned back slightly to look at him, grinning.
"You know how Mummy is! I'm hopeless against her ..." He deflated slightly. "... As much as I hate to admit that."
She continued to grin. "Well, I won't let her try and convince me to have the sort of wedding I don't want. I know how to keep her in check." She ended her sentence with a saucy wink.
He looped his arms around her before gently rolling her onto her back. "That's quite an ability you have ... I think I'll even go so far as to say that that extends to me."
She clasped her hands about his neck. "Oh most definitely ... I don't even have to say anything to you ... just give you a certain look."
"Mmmm ... I'm not getting that look now though ... am I?" he said before he pressed his lips to hers.
She hummed into the kiss, allowing it to deepen, before she moaned when she felt his hand slide downwards until it reached her slit. He slipped his fingers between her folds, pleased to find that she was already growing wet. After giving her clit a few strokes he stopped when she placed her hands on his chest and gave him a gentle shove. Breaking apart the kiss he pulled away and looked down at her.
"I want to be on top," she murmured in answer to his silent question.
"Oh yes please!" he growled out, moving onto his back.
She settled herself, straddling his hips. He reached up and palmed her breasts as she wrapped her hand around his cock, slowly pumping it and thumbing the swollen red tip before raising herself up and settling him at her entrance.
"Oh fuck!" she whimpered, her eyes falling shut as he became sheathed in her tight heat. She continued to mutter out a slew of curses as she took him in fully until her hips settled against his.
Her eyes popped open and met his heavy lidded gaze. He was still cupping her breasts, gently massaging her. She smiled down at him and began to slowly rock.
"Oh Sherlock! I love you!" she moaned out, lifting herself up until just the tip of his cock sat inside of her before dropping back down.
He hissed out that he loved her too, and moved his hands down to her hips, planting his feet on the mattress so that he could thrust up into her. She started to cry out uncontrollably as he watched his cock slip in and out of her shining pink sex.
He wasn't silent either, groaning and telling her repeatedly how good she felt around him as he slipped his hand forward just enough to keep his hold on her, but to also stroke at her clit with his thumb.
"Fuck Sherlock! YES! Just like that, oh just like that! Make me come Sherlock! Please make me come! Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" Her back was arched, her head thrown back and her breasts were bouncing with their combined movements.
He watched with bated breath as her entire being shook and twitched. Her movements came to a standstill as she whimpered softly. He stilled his own thrusts, feeling her walls flutter and tighten around him. Moving one hand to the small of her back he slid the other upwards, gently nudging her down on top of him.
Ever so cautiously he rolled them over; mindful of the new life that was growing within her. She opened her eyes and smiled up at him. He kissed her sweetly before pulling away so that he could take her breast between his lips, whilst resuming his thrusts. As he suckled, licked and bit at her breasts he brought himself to his own fruition, groaning into her skin. After a few moments he rolled off of her, and she snuggled herself against his chest, his arm draped over her, his hand on her shoulder.
"You're going to have to clean Toby's littler box from now on," she suddenly said to him.
When Sherlock didn't make any form of reply she tipped her head back and looked up at him. His eyes were wide, an expression of horror upon his face as he stared straight ahead.
"Oh don't be so dramatic! It's not that horrible." She dropped her head back down.
A garbled noise of disagreement rose from his throat. "For the size of the cat, his fecal matter is rather large."
She pressed her face into his chest, shaking with laughter.
"Can't Mrs. Hudson-"
"No."
"Perhaps I'll train him to use the toilet. Though he is rather an idiot."
"Sherlock!"
He sighed. "Fine. If needs must..."
"Yes. Needs must, it's dangerous for a pregnant woman!"
"Ahh." His lips brushed against her forehead. "I'm going to have a lot of reading to do!"
She smiled before tipping her head back once more. "You're going to enjoy this, aren't you? Studying and collecting data on the growth of our child."
He returned her smile. "Our child. Yes, I am." He brought his hand up, cupping her face before pressing his lips to hers.
She sighed into the kiss, allowing it to deepen. They made love once more, before falling asleep within each other's embrace.
Molly woke up early the following morning, her stomach churning. Morning Sickness. Letting out a faint groan she pushed herself up from the bed and hurried towards the bathroom. Within a space of five seconds Sherlock was beside her, holding back her hair as she emptied the contents of her stomach.
Once finished he helped her to her feet. She washed her face and hands, curling against his chest as he walked her back to bed. He held her close, smoothing his hand up and down her back.
"I suppose I should consider myself lucky that I haven't had to deal with this until now," she mumbled as she burrowed her face into him. She had always hated vomiting and the thought that this may become a more common thing for the next month or so made her shudder.
He continued to move his hand up and down her back. "I'll do some research. See if there isn't anything we can do to help prevent it."
She pressed a kiss to his chest. "Have I told you that I love you?"
He smiled, even though he knew she couldn't see it. "Mmmm ... I think once or twice."
She nipped at his skin.
"Will you feel well enough to go to work today?" he asked a few minutes later.
"I think so. I've got a few more hours before I need to get ready. I'd like to try to go back to sleep," she replied.
He pulled the blanket up over her shoulder and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Then go to sleep Molly."
She hummed softly, tucking her arm around him. "I'll call your mother later today, when I'm on my break. And I'll let Meena and Mary know as well." She tilted her head back so she could look up at him. "Do you mind if I tell the two of them about the baby? Mary would probably figure it out the moment I refused any alcohol anyway. They'll keep it to themselves if I ask them to."
He gave a faint shrug. "If you must."
She returned her cheek to his chest. "We'll let everyone else know after the wedding, when we return from the honeymoon."
He sighed. "Do we have to tell them?"
She giggled at his annoyance. "Sherlock I'll probably start showing very soon, because of my small frame. And they're bound to find out either way, I think its best if we tell them then let them guess."
He humphed.
"YOU'RE GETTING MARRIED?!" Meena shrieked.
Molly flinched slightly. "Jesus Meena, was that necessary?"
"Sorry! But oh my God! Congratulations!" She pulled Molly into a hug.
"Thanks ... and uhm ... there's something else." She could feel her cheeks beginning to burn.
Meena gasped. "Oh my ... oh my God ... you're not ... YOU ARE!"
Molly's blush deepened.
"CONGRATULATIONS AGAIN!"
Molly couldn't help but laugh at her friend's exuberance. "Thanks. And I'd greatly appreciate it if you kept that little bit of information to yourself for the moment. We just want to focus on the wedding; we'll tell his family when we come back."
Meena nodded. "All right! My lips are sealed. When is the wedding?"
"We're just going to have a really small ceremony, hopefully within the next several days. You are, of course, invited! But it will just be his parents, and his brother and John and Mary."
"Are you going to have a hen night?"
Molly toyed with the crust of her sandwich. "That's just it, I'm not really sure. Seeing as I'm pregnant I can't exactly go out drinking."
Meena dismissed that with a wave of her hand. "Hen nights aren't just about drinking! I'm sure we can come up with something fun to do."
Molly nodded. "I haven't told Mary yet, but she might have some ideas."
Meena hugged her again. "I'm so happy for you! You're finally getting what you've wanted all along! It's a shame that it had to be brought on by your appendix bursting, but at least the Consulting Detective finally managed to get his head out of his arse!"
Molly laughed. They finished their lunch and returned to work. Before Molly put on her lab coat she sent off a text to Mary, asking her if she could stop by after her shift. Just as Molly was returning to the Path Lab her phone pinged.
Please do stop by! I'm going out of my mind being cooped up here! - MW
Need me to bring you anything? – Mx
I wish I could say a bottle of wine, but seeing as I'm still nursing that's out of the question :( - MW
They chatted for a few more minutes before Molly had to return to work; two of her interns returning from their own lunch break. Three hours later Molly was back in her office, readying herself for her phone call to Sherlock's mother. With fingers crossed she dialed the number. Fifteen minutes later she had rung off, amazed by how easy that had been. His mother had been surprisingly compliant, more so than even Molly had expected. Realizing that her break was nearing its end, she sent off a text to Sherlock and hurried back to the Path Lab.
By the time she returned to Baker Street that evening she was feeling rather drained. The bout of morning sickness had left her feel slightly queasy throughout the day, and she hadn't managed to eat much of anything. She took her time climbing the stairs, and she hadn't even managed to make it halfway when the door to the flat opened.
"Are you all right?" Sherlock asked, stepping out onto the landing.
Molly gave him a reassuring smile. "I'm fine, just a little tired. I didn't manage to eat much today." She reached him, and he looked her over. "Did I manage to gain half a pound?" she asked cheekily.
He frowned. "Not if you aren't eating!" He ushered her into the flat. After making her some toast, they both settled down at the kitchen table.
"So are you shocked by how easily your mother went along with what I wanted?" she asked.
He shrugged. "Not entirely. You have a way with us Holmes'. You've managed before to get Mycroft to do your bidding, now that's saying something."
She laughed, but it quickly turned into a pout. "You haven't kissed me hello!"
His eyebrows rose. "I haven't? That must be rectified immediately!" He took her into his arms and kissed her soundly. "Your lack of energy distracted me. You need to make sure you're taking better care of yourself Molly, you are carrying another life now."
She laid her head on his shoulder. "I know. I'll not let it happen again. This is just all going to take some getting used to! I'm rather overwhelmed."
He cupped her face in his hand. "We don't have to get married straight away; we could wait until after the baby is born."
She shook her head. "No, it's fine. I want to do this Sherlock; I want to be your wife."
He smiled down at her. "My wife. Would it make me horribly sentimental if I told you that I rather enjoy saying that?"
Her smile mirrored his. "Yes, it does. But it doesn't matter." She placed her hand on the back of his head and pulled him down to her, their lips meeting.
They went to bed earlier than usual that evening, Molly still tired from her long day. She had protested it at first, but when Sherlock told her that he would join her she complied. Within minutes she was fast asleep, curled up in his embrace. He lay awake for several hours, cleaning out and re-filing data in his Mind Palace. He was also creating a whole new wing, just for the pregnancy.
The next morning followed the same routine, with her rushing to the bathroom and emptying her stomach. But instead of going straight back to bed she opted for a shower first. Sherlock held her to him as they stood beneath the fall of water.
"How long is the morning sickness supposed to last?" she moaned into his chest.
He kissed the top of her head. "From what I've read the amount of time can vary. But there are a few ways of combating it."
"Oh?"
He told her of his findings as they showered. They returned to bed, seeing as it was still dark out, Sherlock bringing in his lap top. Molly fell back to sleep quickly, warm and fresh from the shower, as he continued his research.
Two nights later Molly was finishing getting ready for her hen night. Mary and Meena had collaborated together, planning out what the three of them were going to do, keeping her entirely in the dark. She was feeling much better now, having started taking the vitamins Sherlock had read about and keeping a close eye on what she ate and how it made her feel. Most importantly she wanted to avoid feeling sick on her honeymoon!
"If you don't feel up to it, you can still cancel tonight; Lord knows what they've come up with!" he said to her. He was standing in the doorway of their bedroom, watching as she put on her earrings.
"Sherlock I'm feeling fine! And this is Mary we're talking about; she's been pregnant before, she's not an idiot. She wouldn't plan anything dangerous."
He sighed, admitting defeat.
"And don't you dare stay in the flat tonight, researching. I'm sure Lestrade has one or two cases for you. I'm shocked that you've managed to last this long!"
He smiled; reaching out to grab her hand as she walked passed him. He tugged her close. "What can I say? I'm a changed man!"
She shook her head hopelessly then smiled. "You'll be an even more changed man, come three days from now! You'll be a husband."
His smile grew wider as she looped her arms around his neck.
"Sherlock Holmes, Consulting Detective and Married Man. Ohhh ... that has a nice ring to it!"
He let out a snort as he bent down and placed a kiss on her neck, just below her ear. "You forgot 'Father-to-be'!"
She mock-gasped. "Oh my! So I did! Eeeee!"
He was nibbling on her earlobe. A car horn rang out just as his hands had begun to slip downwards.
"That will be Meena and Mary," she said stepping away slightly.
He growled in annoyance, and she gave him a gentle push.
"Oh stop it, it's just one night!"
His pout was in full force. "Why do you have to stay the night at the Watson's, when Meena isn't?"
She sighed, having had this argument with him several times already. "I told you, she isn't staying because she has to work the next morning! Other wise she would. It's a perfectly good reason."
"I'm not a good enough reason?" he exclaimed.
She placed her hands on his chest. "You are a very good reason. But it's just one night. We'll have plenty of other nights to spend together. And who is to say that you'd be home anyway?"
There was the sound of footsteps climbing the stairs.
She smoothed her hands over the lapels of his suit jacket. "That will be John. Have fun tonight ... ok? Don't go into a sulk." She stood on her tip toes, offering him her lips.
Sherlock kissed her, cradling her face in his hands. With a smile she stepped away from him and took up her bag.
"Hi John!" she said as she walked out into the hall. "Abigail with Mrs. Hudson already?"
He smiled at her. "Yes. God bless the woman, I don't know why it is so hard to find a babysitter these days."
"Well, I hope you two enjoy tonight. Just a word of warning though, I would prefer to have my future husband back in one piece." She turned and fixed upon Sherlock a firm eye.
He glowered, and John struggled to hold back a smile.
"I'll do my best. Nothing higher than a six!" John told her.
Sherlock spluttered, but Molly only smiled at John gratefully.
"You have fun tonight as well," he said to her. "The entire drive here was torture, those two wouldn't stop giggling. Will do Mary some good though, she hasn't had a chance to go out in awhile now." John gave Molly a kiss on her cheek before she exited the flat, Sherlock close behind her.
"You don't have to walk me to the door, you know," she said to him.
"I know. I just wanted one last moment alone with you," he explained, before pulling her into his arms and kissing her deeply. "Be safe tonight."
She shook her head. "Sherlock, I'm going to be with a former assassin. Can't get much safer than that!"
He didn't loosen his hold.
"Don't worry. I'll be careful. I'll text you periodically, all right Mother Hen?"
His glower returned, making her chuckle and nip at his bottom lip.
"I'll see you tomorrow." She gave him another kiss and he had no choice but to release her.
He stood in the doorway and watched as she got into the waiting car. It was one of Mycroft's.
"So ... am I finally going to know what we're doing tonight?" Molly asked once she had settled in.
"Skittles!" Mary and Meena announced together.
"Oh my God really? I haven't played that in ages!"
Mary smiled. "I thought it would be fun to do. Get us out for a few hours, and then we can go back to my place. Maybe watch a few movies."
An hour later they had lost count of the number of games they had played.
"Oh God, I am absolute shite at this!" Molly sighed as she yet again did not knock over a single pin.
"It's all in the wrist," Mary said to her. "Do you want to do another round, or are you done?"
Before she could reply Meena let out a triumphant shriek, causing Molly to grimace.
"I think I've had enough," she answered as she watched her friend do a victory dance. "Let me leave with at least a smidgeon of pride."
Mary laughed. "All right, we can get going then. Go back to my place. I've got food, Sherlock told me what you've been eating lately; what you can handle smelling. And we can always stop and pick something up if you happen to be craving anything. Trust me, I know how that is!"
Meena plopped down in the empty chair. "I am the Skittles Queen!" she announced proudly.
Molly rolled her eyes but chuckled good-naturedly. "Yeah yeah, rub it in why don't you!" She shook her head as she checked her phone. She had a text from Sherlock.
I've got a case. Might not reply if you text. – SH
Go get 'em. - Mx
They returned to John and Mary's flat, the three of them quite ready to collapse on the sofa and laze about. But before Mary settled down she brought out a plate piled high with dark slices of some type of bread from the kitchen, and handed it to Molly.
"This is a gingerbread that I made. It was all I could keep down in the first few weeks after I found out I was pregnant," she explained. "Ginger really helps with an upset stomach, so I thought it would be worth letting you try it and see if it was the same for you."
"Oh thanks! All I've been able to really eat is toast and plain crackers." Molly said as she took the offered plate. "Oh wow!" She had taken a bite. "This is positively delicious!"
Mary scooped out two bowls of ice cream for herself and Meena, whilst Molly watched them with envy. But she knew that the cold would only make her feel worse.
"Do you have Notting Hill?" Molly asked. "I haven't divulged in a good chick-flick in a long time!"
"I most certainly do have it! I think I have the majority of Hugh Grant's films. Such a dishy man."
Molly and Meena giggled, but nodded in agreement. After they finished watching the movie Meena bowed out, having a fairly early shift the next day.
"Anything else you want to watch?" Mary asked, once Meena had left.
Molly took a sip of her water. "Can we just chat for a bit?"
"Sure." Mary leaned back into the sofa. "What about? Your impending marriage and motherhood?"
"Uhm yeah." She smoothed her finger over the rim of her glass.
"Are you worried?"
"A little."
"You shouldn't be."
Molly's eyes snapped up to meet Mary's strong gaze.
"I know Sherlock is a bit of an odd nut, but he does nothing lightly. He wouldn't be marrying you if he didn't want to."
Molly nodded. "True. It's just ... marriage AND a baby, it's not too much at once? I'm afraid it will overwhelm him, that it will affect his work and he'll come to regret being with me."
Mary leaned forward and placed her hand on Molly's arm. "No. That's not going to happen. It will be a struggle, but that's just what marriage is. It isn't easy, but you just work together in the best way that you can. And you have quite a few months before the baby comes; it's not quite all at once!"
Molly smiled. "Again true. It's just my stupid anxiety kicking in, that's all. Thanks Mary, you're a wonderful friend."
Mary pulled her into a hug. "Please don't ever hesitate in calling me if you have any questions or worries. I'll be happy to help." She released her. "So ... up for another film?"
Molly was woken up by the sound of her phone vibrating. She reached out for it blindly, as she yawned.
"Who is calling you this early in the morning?" Mary groaned. "Your utter twat of a fiancée?"
Molly giggled. "No. It's not him," she said as she squinted at the screen of her mobile. "It's ... its Sally! Why is she calling me?" Molly swiped her thumb across the screen to answer. "Sally, is something wrong?" She listened silently as Sally explained to her why she had called.
Mary sat up; suddenly very alert and very awake. Molly rolled her eyes to let her know it was nothing too concerning.
"All right, hold on, I'm going to put you on speaker, Mary is here with me."
Sally's voice filled the room: 'I'm sorry if I woke up both of you, but I thought it best to let you know that Sherlock and John spent the night in a holding cell.'
"But weren't they working on a case?" Mary asked.
'Yes. That's just it, they were, and when it was solved Detective Inspector Lestrade came up with the brilliant idea that they should go out for a drink. There's nothing quite like having to bail out your boss as well as those two tits.'
Molly couldn't stop herself from giggling. "I'm sorry you had to deal with that, but thank you. Do you need us to come get Sherlock and John?"
'No. I'll have them dropped off.'
"Ok, thank you. And apologies again."
Molly rung off, letting out another giggle. "I suppose it was bound to happen."
Mary shrugged, falling back down onto the bed. "Serves them right. They should have remembered what happened on John's stag night."
Molly laughed again.
"Sally really doesn't hold back, does she?" Mary asked.
Molly shook her head. "No. She never has. I just wish she wouldn't call Sherlock a freak; that really gets under my skin."
"Why not say something to her, then?"
"I'm worried that if I do, it might make things worse. I haven't exactly risen in her view of me; now that I'm marrying Sherlock and also having his child."
Mary frowned. "Why does she have such a big stick up her arse about him anyway?"
"I honestly don't know. I can only think that she's a bit jealous, and annoyed by the fact that Lestrade depends on Sherlock so much."
Mary made a hum of agreement. "I suppose we should prepare ourselves for the arrival of our hung-over ... what did she call them? Oh yes, 'tits'."
The two of them giggled.
"It's probably best if I take Sherlock straight home, I'm sure he's in a right state," Molly said with a shake of her head.
A short while later John and Sherlock arrived, both of them looking a little worse for wear. Molly had called a cab and it pulled up just as they were dropped off.
"Come Sherlock, what you need is a hot shower and some food in your stomach," she said as she took his hand and led him towards the waiting taxi. "Mary, thank you so much for last night! It was fantastic and a lot of fun. I'll let Mrs. Hudson know about the situation, I'm sure she won't mind keeping your daughter for a little while longer."
"Thank you Molly, and last night was most definitely a lot of fun. We'll have to do it again!"
Sherlock was already in the cab, leaning back with his eyes closed when she joined him. After giving the driver the address to Baker Street she took his hand in hers. He opened his eyes and looked at her.
"You deleted John's stag night, didn't you?"
He closed his eyes and let out a grunt.
"Well, at least this time you have me to take care of you."
He let out another, softer noise. "Will you shower with me?" he asked quietly.
She bit down on her bottom lip to hold back her laughter. "If you think you're too dizzy to shower alone."
"Definitely. Definitely too dizzy," he mumbled as her curled up against her, sighing happily.
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VOILA!
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