I've never written anything like this before, so sorry if the first few chaps aren't as good as they could be. Sherlock is a bit ooc, but that's just how the story rolls. Sorry. :/
Sherlock
It was impossible... How could it be? How could this have happened?
But no matter how much he refused to belive it, Molly still stood in front of him, hand over her abdomen, looking both excited and scared.
"How long?" he asked her.
"About a month," she answered.
A month. They had only been married for a year.
Sherlock rubbed a hand over his face, still partially trying to process the information. Usually his mind was busy, always thinking, noticing, and concluding. But this surprising news seemed to leave his head blank.
Molly and Sherlock had gotten married just a few months after he had revealed that he was alive to John. During the three years at her house, they had grown especially close and had gotten very attracted to one another. It had in fact, been a double wedding; John and his (current) wife, Mary, were wed in the same building at the same time.
Life being married was a very different one than the one he used to lead... He had to help with the groceries (which he hardly did; after the sixth time of asking him to get more milk, Molly had given up and did all of the shopping herself), cool Molly down when she had had a bad day, and be a helpful and loving partner. Not that he couldn't handle it, but it was hard, and some times it would result in him being in an awful mood and just sit in the living room, sulking, sometimes being completely silent and still, other times being loud and shooting the walls.
Molly didn't mind when he was in one of his moods. She was with the man of her dreams, after all. But today, she was scared. Frightened by the reaction he would most certainly have when he found out.
But he wasn't angry. He was just annoyed at himself for being so careless. But love often made you careless, no matter how hard you try.
"What are we going to do?" he asked, trying to make up a plan.
"Keep it!" Molly said, almost protectively.
"You know I can't take care of a... of a child!"
"You'll just have to learn then, Sherlock."
He didn't answer, but she knew that he agreed with her.
"It's going to be a girl, you know," he said, after a while.
"How-?"
"I just do."
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