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"Sherlock? I'm home." Molly called out as she walked up the stairs to 221b, careful not to wake Mrs. Hudson who was already asleep in the flat below. It had been a particularly stressful day at work for the 7 month pregnant pathologist, and she couldn't wait to finally get a chance to rest her aching, swollen feet. She unlocked the door and looked around for any sign of her husband. Sherlock ran out of the bedroom with a large grin on his face.

"Come on. What took you so long?" Sherlock eagerly dropped her bag on the couch and took her hand before pulling her into the bathroom. Molly gasped as she saw candles lit and rose petals scattered around.

"Did you prepare all of this for me? By yourself?" Molly turned to face Sherlock who was now slightly blushing. She smiled and kissed his cheek.

"Of course. I know when you are stressed out and I knew exactly what to do to help you relax." He grinned confidently as his ego grew.

"Mrs. Hudson helped you, didn't she?" Molly chuckled as she took off her uniform and stepped into the warm, fragrant water.

"I basically did everything though. I made the decision to buy vanilla scented candles." Sherlock scoffed as sat down on the edge of the bathtub feeling his confidence deflate.

"Mhm. Very important decision." Molly smiled, chuckling inside her head as she closed her eyes. Sherlock slowly lifted one of her feet, startling her.

"What are you doing?" she asked quickly as her eyes flew open while she tried to pull her foot back.

"Just relax. I'm just going to massage your feet a bit." He pressed his thumbs on certain muscles on the bottom of her foot, shooting sparks of pleasure through her body as her head rolled back. He slowed down before making the comment that would change the night.

"You should cut your toenails soon and exfoliate your heels a bit more," he examined her foot closer, "A bit more lotion wouldn't hurt either."

Molly's head whipped up at his audacity, "I am seven months pregnant and I can't even see my toes right now. But you expect me to do all of that?" Molly yanked her foot back as her smile from before disappeared.

Sherlock started to reply, but was cut off as, suddenly, a tidal wave of pregnancy hormones washed over her and she started sobbing hysterically.

As sobs racked through her body and tears ran down her face, Sherlock stood frozen. He searched his mind palace for some way to calm her down, but found nothing but red flashing lights and blaring alarm bells.

/MIND PALACE ERROR/

The usually verbose genius found himself at a loss for words upon seeing the woman he loves in such a state. As he descended deeper into his mind palace, his instincts kicked in and he finally visualized one thing that would be necessary to any crying human being.

Sherlock scrambled to retrieve the box of tissues from the bathroom counter, he plucked one from the box and passed it to Molly as he put his arm around her in an attempt to console her (even though he wasn't entirely sure why she was crying). Molly leaned into his embrace and he rubbed his hand along her back as her sobs subsided. Finally, Sherlock's ability to speak, along with the rest of his mental faculties, returned to him.

"What's happening? What's wrong? Why are you crying?" he asked hurriedly, already planning the quickest route to the hospital in his head.

"It's- *sniff*- just.. just, the hormones…and all the stress from work today…I'm fine, I promise." she consoled him in a hoarse voice, her throat dry from all the crying.

"Oh. Good." He stood up as she gave him a questioning glare. "I thought there was actually something wrong with you...other than your feet." he added as her glare intensified.

She sighed and mumbled, "And here I was thinking that you were going to be sweet tonight."