A/N: I'm a very BIG Mollstrade shipper at heart, what can I say? Mainly since ASiB though, because before that I don't think we actually see them together.

Summary: Molly Anne Hooper has been Molly Anne Lestrade for a year and a half now; so far managing the turn every problem life has thrown her, from cruel ex-wives and unsure step-children to hateful in-laws, to suit her, but is she sure their relationship is prepared for the next challenge life has to offer?
Mollstrade, maybe some Johnlock in there a little bit, we'll see how it goes.
^.^ Raawr.x

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"Good morning Molly." Sherlock somewhat smiled at her, taking in her appearance completely,

"Goo- - What?" She noticed him looking her up and down almost as though he were studying a sample under a microscope.

"Would you like me to tell you or would you prefer for me to leave you to find out for yourself?"

Damn. Sherlock had become a lot more human lately.

"Tell me." She insisted twisting her wedding ring absent-mindedly around her finger

"You're pregnant."

Molly stepped back, "Wait… What?"

"You are…" He half-whined "Isn't it obvious?"

"Sure thing Sherlock, next thing you'll be trying to convince me that the sky is red and that grass is purple…" Molly rolled her eyes "How would you know before I did anyway? You psychic now?"

"No, don't be absurd!" Sherlock stood up quickly and began to reveal the deductions that had lead him to the conclusion she thought was so unlikely "Your breasts are slightly larger, swollen probably a little sore too" Under all of the sociopath he was still a man, straight to the breasts, typical "You've been steering away from coffee recently, turning your nose up at it, if you will. You stood quite a way away from John yesterday, holding your breath, feeling a little nauseas from the smell of his aftershave?" He watched her expression change, he smiled knowing that he was right "He wears the same brand of aftershave all the time, for all of the time we have both known him and you've never done that before," Molly shifted uncomfortably "And you look very… Not tired, but fatigued, you're getting enough sleep but it doesn't feel like it." He sat back in the chair "How'd I do?"

Lovely, just deduced how Molly had felt for the past two and a half weeks and he was looking for a sort of praise in confirmation.

"Yes."

"What?"

"Yes to everything you've just said." She growled angrily, he knew that he was right, she knew somewhere in the back of her mind that he was right. He just continued to stare at her, "What? You want me to prove it?"

He nodded "It would be easier if you did…"

"Well it can wait, if I am then I want Greg, you know my husband to be the first person I tell."

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Molly stared worriedly at the little blue line. No. She couldn't be, well what the hell did she expect really? They weren't exactly organised where contraception was concerned, she couldn't count how many time they had forgotten and shrugged it off with 'We're married it doesn't really matter' Five pregnancy tests later and all were reading positive.

But was she ready for this? He had four children from his first marriage, her four wonderful step-children, Richard, Daniel, Louis and Abigail; they had been unsure of her at first but had grown to love her and she them. How was she meant to tell him? She couldn't allow herself to get excited just yet anyway, only three weeks gone, anything could happen yet, but this was happening right now, she needed to tell him, better sooner than later…

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"Molly!" Lestrade called as he entered the house, he'd got back a lot later than planned, stupid paperwork.

He could hear the TV in the room, he edged the door open and smiled when he caught sight of her all bundled up in a blanket snoozing peacefully; the remote on the floor where it had fallen out of her hand.

"Molly?" He whispered as he sat down by her feet, shaking her leg gently.

She stirred and looked over at him lazily, "Good evening" She whispered, she shifted her position so that she was lying against him and her feet were where her body had once been.

He wrapped his arms securely around her, she flinched. She was hesitant to snuggle down like they normally did watching something on TV or a movie together.

"Mol? What's wrong?" He watched her shift away from him and sit with her knees up to her chin before sighing.

"Baby…" Molly whispered, indicating the coffee table where the, fourteenth, pregnancy she had taken that day lay behind her now cold cup of tea.

Lestrade felt his mouth break into a grin as he picked it up and held in gingerly in his hands. Molly was trying desperately not to laugh.

"Greg. Can you stop grinning like a goofball for a second, we need to talk sensibly about this."

"There's nothing to talk sensibly about, we're adding a baby to our family!" His grin did not cease, he was too happy "A baby Molly, a new life"

The sparkle in his eyes gave her all the assurance she needed. Baby, their baby…

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A/N: I'm aware that Sherlock was a little OOC but it was intentional. Sooo… Reviews anyone? ^.^