This is the sequel to "The Girl Who Counted".
If you haven't yet read it, I would suggest reading that first.
This could stand on it's own, but you'll have all the background information if you read the other.
As Molly stormed into the bedroom and slammed the door, I sat on the sofa in shock. Molly was pregnant? How could that be? She told me she was on the pill. I'd seen her take it on multiple occasions and she wasn't one to forget something so important. I scolded myself as I remembered the numbers and statistics of how well those things actually work. Of course we had to be stuck in that .01 percentile range of people that still get pregnant anyways.
I closed my eyes and sighed. Molly may never forgive me. I'd just made a complete arse of myself. I had meant everything I had said, however; if I had known the real reasons behind here questioning, I wouldn't have said of word of it. Molly's happiness was all that really mattered to me. Of course! Molly's happiness was all that really mattered. If she wanted this baby, if that's what made her happy… Then I would be happy.
I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed that she was pregnant. I'd completely missed the signs. I really should have known about a week ago. I'd noticed she was acting a little off, even if she wasn't aware, but I was too busy with work to say anything. But I definitely should have known when she'd called earlier acting funny and being "sick." Stupid, stupid. "I'm getting slow," I said to myself.
I stood up, and made my way to the bedroom. Time to apologize and "adorable" little puppy dog face and beg for forgiveness.
I knocked on the door to our bedroom. "Molly love?"
"What do you want?" She asked sharply.
"May I come in?" I asked.
I could hear her sigh. "If you must." Her voice sounded muffled. Her head was in a pillow most likely.
I opened the door to find her on the floor face in the carpet. I frowned. "Is something wrong with the bed?"
"It smells of you. I'm too mad at you to have to deal with that." She sat up and glared at me. "What do you want Sherlock?"
"I wanted to apologize." I sat down in front of her, despite the fact that I was wearing one of my best suits. I was aware of the fact that Molly vacuumed every Wednesday, but it was Saturday and you have no idea how much dust and shit collects on the floor during the time span of just ten minutes time. To think of how much would collected over the past three days.
"You can't just fix this one with an apology and that adorable puppy face of yours. That may have worked when you blew up the microwave with a human liver… Or when I found your "collection" of appendixes in the fridge… Or when you kept that bloody head in the bathtub with all that ice. But it is not going to work this time."
"Just hear me out, okay?" I was trying to not get frustrated. She never likes to deal with me when I'm frustrated. Come to think of it, nobody really likes to deal with me when I'm frustrated. I wasn't exactly sure why.
She looked up at me with sad eyes. I was surprised that I couldn't detect any anger in them. I guess that was a good way to start off. "Are you going to leave me?"
I was astounded, how could she possibly think that? "Of course not," I took her hand. "After all we've been through together, you think I'd really just walk out on you?"
She didn't say anything, but just stared down at the floor.
"Molly, I love you more than anything or anyone else in the world. I am not about to leave you."
"What about the baby? What about all the things you said? Like how you find them irritating and their general lack of knowledge annoying. And how they are… how did you put it? Tiny human beings who can't do anything for themselves and are liabilities as they need money, protection and a whole other care system."
I tried not to grimace. "I meant it. All of it. But I can honestly say that I haven't been around children enough to accurately state my opinion. Also, hopefully I can train him or her to…"
Molly cut me off. "He is not a dog Sherlock. You won't "train" him."
"That is irrelevant. This kid will be just as smart as me, if not smarter. Wait… Did you say he?" She couldn't possibly know the sex yet. She couldn't have been more than three or four weeks along. During a normal pregnancy you can tell after 18 to 20 weeks in an ultrasound. Even then, the parts are very small and it can be challenging depending on the position of the baby. The female labia can be swollen and look like a penis and the testicles may not be descended yet into the scrotal sac and look like a labia. That is why it is standard after 18 weeks because the baby is too tiny before that and even 5 days, I knew, could make a big difference. How did I miss that she'd already gone to the doctor for an ultrasound?
She giggled slightly. "Yeah, I just feel like it's a boy. I know it'll be a while till we actually know. But I'm almost absolutely certain it'll be a boy."
"Oh." I said nothing else. My opinion towards "feelings" of that sort would have just upset her more. Her mind was probably unconsciously telling her that she wanted a boy, so in her mind, all she saw was a little baby boy. But as I was thinking that, in my head all I could envision was a mini Sherlock running around the flat dressed up as a pirate and spouting off the elements by atomic number. I grinned. Maybe this wasn't such a bad thing after all.
We're having a baby! xD
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