His piercing blue eyes stare deeply into hers as he hovered over her body. He lent down slightly before pressing their lips together. Molly sighed deeply as she snaked her arms around his neck, pulling him down closer to her – his bare chest pressed against hers. Sherlock cradled the back of her head in his large hands, stroking away the tears that began to stream down her face. Molly knew this was the last time she would be seeing him and she couldn't help herself from getting emotional. As of tomorrow, Sherlock Holmes would officially be dead to the world and herself and Mycroft would be the only ones to know the truth.

Molly let out a soft moan as Sherlock moved his lips away from hers and kissed her along her cheekbone and down her neck. Sherlock paid attention to how her body moved when he bit down on her pulse point before soothing it with gentle kisses. This was his first and only time he was able to be this close to her, he wanted to take in every single detail. He pushed her t-shirt up her belly and over her head, moving his head from her neck for a brief moment. He then shimmied down her body until her was eye level with her breast. He slowly ran his thumb over her left nipple before leaning down and taking it into his mouth.

"Sherlock." Molly moaned, arching her back slightly in the process.

She was awake by ear splitting crying coming from down the hall. She let out a grunt before rolling over in her bed to face the clock. 5:13AM. She looked over her shoulder to her fiancé who was still sound asleep before muttering angry words to herself and flopping out of bed. She made her way towards the sound and opened the door. Her bright red faced son lay in his crib kicking his legs furiously in the air. She softly closed the door behind her and made her way to him.

"Hey buddy." She whispered softly as she picked up the one and half year old out of his bed. He continued to sob as she gentle bounced him up and down. She reached up and placed her hand on his forehead and felt the heat radiate off of him. She sighed at herself, knowing full well that he was coming down with a fever.

"Aw baby, you are not feeling well are you?" She said looked down at her son. His blue, tearful eyes looked up at her and nodded his head. His sobbing had silenced and he began to suck his thumb. She walked out of his room and to the kitchen. She sat him down the kitchen side as she began to rummage through the cupboard looking for some medication from him. As she did, she could hear footstep come up behind her.

"Is he okay?" Tom said rubbing his eyes. Molly looked over her shoulder at him and nodded her head.

"Yeah, he is just coming down with a fever. I am going to have to call around later and ask if anyone can look after him." She finally found the medicine and fished out a teaspoon from the draw.

"I can take care of him, I'm not working." Tom said ruffling Henry's dark curls slightly. Henry just simply stared back at him, clearly not comfortable from the unexpected contact from him. Molly poured the dark liquid onto the spoon before slowly inserting it into Henry's mouth. He pulled a face and coughed slightly as he swallowed down the medicine. Molly then looked at Tom uneasy.

"I don't know, you haven't been alone with him before and he is not exactly comfortable with people he is not familiar with." She put down the items in her hands onto the counter top and picked Henry back up, rubbing small circles on his back.

"Molls, we have been dating for nine months and we are getting married. Sooner or later you are going to have to trust me alone with him." Molly paused for a moment. She did want to trust Tom, she really did. But Henry was not comfortable around him, she could tell. He hadn't adapted well to Tom moving in with them so she knew for a fact that he would not like being alone with him for a whole day. She looked down at her son and began bouncing him again.

"I feel it would be better if someone else looked after him. Maybe next time." Tom looked slightly disappointed but shrugged his shoulders and kissed Molly on the top of her head.

"Okay, I'm going back to bed. Will you be okay?"

"Yeah, don't worry." Molly smiled at Tom as he walked out of the room.

"Me no like Tom." Henry whispered.

"I know you don't sweetie. Come one, let's put you back to bed."

"Thank you for doing this John." Molly whispered as she passed over her son to his godfather.

"It's okay Molls. God he looks so much like Sherlock now doesn't he?" John marveled at the young boy who had rested his head on his shoulder. His wild curly hair was brushing against John's cheek.

"Yeah." Molly reached over and gently stroked her finger up Henry's face.

"It's shame Sherlock never got the chance to meet him." Molly stayed quiet and watched Henry. She could feel tears against her eyelids but refused to let them spill.

"I best get to work. Keep me updated on how he is doing will you?" Molly said placing the little blue rucksack on the table.

"Of course." John said quietly. Molly kissed Henry on the forehead before walking out of the door.

Her entire body shook as she sat in the toilet at St Bart's sobbing her heart out. She held the plastic stick tightly to her chest, giving herself some form of comfort. She couldn't believe this was happening to her now. She was pregnant. Pregnant to a man who was "dead".

She was careless when she had sex with him. In the moment she didn't care that neither of them had a condom; she was on birth control and Sherlock was clean. She wanted him fully and completely. But staring down at the little plus sign made her regret everything. She couldn't have a baby. Not by herself. She knew she would have the support of her friends. But not having Sherlock there, to see her child- their child- grow up, broke her heart.

She got herself off the floor and looked at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were tear stained and her hair was a mess. She began to breathe slowly, calming herself enough to be able to go back to work. She threw cold water in her face and re-arranged her hair back into a slick pony tail. She then hid the pregnancy test in her lab coat pocket, so she would be able to dispose of it more discretely.

Sherlock stood in his brother office and waited for Anthea to fetch him his coat. He looked through the files of his friends that Mycroft had been keeping over the past few years. As he did he noticed there was one file missing.

"Why is there nothing here about Molly?" Sherlock asked, knitting his eyebrows together.

"I think it would be better for you to find out yourself." Mycroft said smiling. Sherlock looked over to his brother in disbelief.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Just wait and see."

Sherlock's breath hitched in his throat as he placed his cock in front of Molly's entrance. He looked down at her, panting heavily as she laid on his bed.

"Ready?" He asked breathlessly. Molly nodded her head frantically, getting impatient. He lent down and kissed her deeply before plunging fully into her. They both let out loud moans before Sherlock began to slowly thrust in and out of her. Molly's finger nails dug into his shoulder blades, leaving deep marks.

Henry rested his head in Mary's lap, sucking his thumb as they watched some mind numbing cartoon on the TV. She played with his hair softly as she tried to get him to fall asleep. John had called her over an hour ago to help him look after her friends son. He had been coughing all day and sniffing softly and John knew Henry would appreciate the comfort of Mary.

"So why didn't Molly leave Henry with Tom today?" Mary asked as John walked back into the room. John sat down at the other side of Henry and put down two cups of coffee onto the table.

"Me no like Tom." Henry murmured.

"For that reason." John said looking down at Henry with a smile.

"Why do think that is? Tom is a nice guy." Mary asked puzzled.

"He is just like Sherlock was. He can sense something about people and he must just not seem to be comfortable around him." John shrugged his shoulder and turned the TV over.

"Well you must be a very special little boy, aren't you buddy?" Mary said gently looking down at Henry. He nodded his head and snuggled closer to her and closed his eyes.

"You know, sometimes it's hard for me to look at him." John said, sounding ashamed. Mary looked up from Henry and towards John.

"He is so much like Sherlock, it almost hurts looking at him." Mary reached over Henry's body and squeezed John's hand.

"It's okay John." The moment was ruined when there was a knocking at the door.

"That will be Molly." John said jumping up from where he was sat. He left the room and moments later walked back in with Molly trailing behind him.

"Hey Molls." Mary said looking to her friend.

"Hey Mary. How is he doing?" Molly knelt down in front of them both and ran her hand over Henry's hair.

"He's been coughing and sniffling all day but he managed to fall asleep a few minutes ago." John said from behind her. Molly smiled slightly before standing up. She turned around and hugged John tightly.

"Thank you John for today." John squeezed her rubbing her back gently. The split apart and he smiled at her. She turned back to Mary and Henry and reached down and lifted her son into her arms.

"And thanks to you too Mary." She arranged Henry so he was resting comfortable in her arms and lent down kissed Mary on the cheek.

"I best go, leave you two to get ready for date night." Molly said in a slight sing song voice.

"By Molls." They said in unison as she picked up Henry's bag and walked out of the door.

When Molly got home, the flat was empty. She sighed to herself as she struggled with two bag and Henry asleep in her arms. She closed the door behind her, making sure it was securely locked - something she had done since Henry was born. She gently placed the bags down by the door and walked towards Henry's room. As she walked in she removed his jacket, trying her best not to wake him up. She then placed him down in his crib and turned on the baby monitor on the bedside table.

Her phone vibrated loudly in her pocket, which caused her to flinch slightly. She walked out of the room and closed the door behind her before taking it out of her pocket.

Gone to Kyle's, might be home late so don't wait up. Tomxx

Molly rolled her eyes and put her phone back into her pocket. She walked into the kitchen and turn on the kettle. She rested her back against the kitchen counter and rested her chin in her hand. Her mind drifted to the thought of Sherlock. How would he react if he found out about Henry? What if he came back to London and expected everything to be normal? Would he accept Henry? What would have happened if he stayed in London?

So much was going through her head. She hadn't had these thoughts before but today things were different. John mentioning Sherlock earlier made something click in her mind. Even though she knew he wasn't dead it still felt like he was.

The kettle clicking behind her made her stop thinking. She turn to the cupboard and pulled out a cup and place it on the counter. She was about to pour the hot water into the cup when Henry's voice came through the baby monitor.

"Mummy!" His voice screeched. Molly put down the kettle and raced over to his bedroom.

Tonight was going to be a long night.

"One word is all I needed, one word, to let me know you were alive!" John yelled at Sherlock, who was stood in front of him bleeding from his mouth. John looked around for a moment before looking back at him.

"Have you seen Molly?" Mary said softly.

"No, why?" John let out a bitter laugh and lent back onto the counter top.

"You don't know do you?"

"No what?!" Sherlock asked frustrated.

"John, don't. Leave Molly to tell him." Mary said reached over to John.

"Tell me what?"

"Before you died, you got Molly pregnant. You are a dad Sherlock."