Here it is! Chapter One to my sequel for You. Always You. :) Hope you all enjoy this, I know I have greatly enjoyed writing it! Gotta love these two! ;)
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Chapter One – From This Moment On
For you've got the love I need so much
Got the skin I love to touch
Got the arms to hold me tight
Got the sweet lips to kiss me goodnight
- From this Moment On, Kiss Me Kate
You're pregnant.
You're pregnant.
You're pregnant.
Sherlock's words repeatedly reverberated through Molly's mind as the day wore on. She managed to stay focused on her work, doing several autopsies and attacking a pile of paperwork, but still those words echoed. And she continually found herself smiling.
She was carrying Sherlock's child.
She was going to be a mother!
And the best part of it was that Sherlock was positively ecstatic. She had never seen him so excited, except for when he was on a case, (at least a 9 or a 10). He had proven to her, time and time again, that he was far more human than he let on, but to see him like this; overjoyed by the fact that they were going to have a child, was simply enthralling.
When her shift was at last over she quickly gathered up her things and exited the hospital. The cab ride home seemed to take abnormally long. All she wanted was to be back in the flat curled up with Sherlock, his warmth surrounding her, as they discussed the future of their little one.
At last arriving at Baker Street she quickly paid the fare and got out. The air was chilly as she stepped towards the door of 221, but it was not yet the bitter cold of winter. Letting herself in she quickly made her way up the stairs, opening the door to 221B, stepping in to utter chaos.
"Sh-Sherlock?" She called out warily.
Had someone broken in and destroyed their flat? He did get death threats every now and then, but to break in and ruin his living space? And wouldn't Mrs. Hudson have heard?
"Sherlock?" She called out again, this time louder. She was rooted to the spot, a bit too frightened to move.
Suddenly she heard a noise coming from the direction of the kitchen, a grunt to be exact, followed by incoherent mutterings. She moved towards the kitchen, and her eyes met with more disarray. And there smack in the center of it was Sherlock. What sort of madness had taken over him this time? Could he really have been this bored? What had happened to simply shooting at walls? His back was to her and he was still muttering.
"Sherlock." Her tone was firm this time, no longer frightened.
He spun around, "Molly! You're home already? What time is it?"
"What the hell have you been doing Sherlock?"
"Oh … this? Cleaning." His hands were on his hips, and he looked rather pleased with himself.
"Cleaning? You call this cleaning?"
He looked about him, "Well uhm … yes."
"Sherlock … this is most definitely the opposite of cleaning! You've made a huge mess!"
His eyes widened, "Oh. OH! You mean all this? Well, uhm yes … that is rather … bad, but what I meant by cleaning was all of my experiments. They're gone. I got rid of them."
She blinked at him.
"Your experiments? You just, threw them away? Why? You've been working on some of those for months!"
"Because of the baby! It wouldn't be healthy for you to be around them, exposing our unborn child to … Lord knows what!"
She felt tears pricking at her eyes.
"You got rid of them because of the baby?"
"Yes. Didn't I just say that?" He crinkled his nose slightly, "Oh! And I emptied out the fridge too, completely sanitized it, no more body parts! Just uhm food…"
She stepped further into the kitchen. Never had she wanted to kiss him more. Never had she wanted him more than at that very moment. She was reaching out for him, and would have succeeded if he hadn't suddenly jumped away.
"Don't touch me!"
She flinched slightly, her arms falling limply to her sides.
Not good.
"I didn't mean it like that! I just, I don't want you to touch me until I'm cleaned up. I don't know what I might have on me."
"Oh."
He let out a sigh as she visibly relaxed.
"Is the bathroom safe? Or did the tornado, better known as Sherlock Holmes, hit that too?"
He waved his hand dismissively, "The bathroom is perfectly safe."
"Good, because I am desperate for a soak in the tub!" She turned to walk out of the kitchen but stopped, looking back at him, "You're cleaning all of this up, you know, I am NOT helping! And put everything back where it's supposed to!"
Harsh words perhaps, especially because of his ulterior motive; but he had made an absolute mess! And she was rather terrified of the thought that he would simply leave it as it was. The man was not always tidy. Even John could vouch for that. She padded off to the bathroom, quickly removing all of her clothing as she turned on the hot water and filled the tub. Pouring some of her favourite bath salts in, she took a deep breath as the aroma filled the air. From time to time she could hear Sherlock shuffling about in the flat. She shook her head, certain that that man would never cease to amaze her.
As she stepped into the water and slid her body down into the warmth she let out a satisfied sigh. The noises outside the door slowly grew less and less. She had almost managed to drift off to sleep when she suddenly heard the sound of the bathroom door opening.
She popped open one eye, watching as Sherlock stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind him to keep the warmth in. He had changed out of his signature button-up shirt and black trousers, into one of his t-shirts and pajama bottoms. She opened the other eye as he sat down on the floor beside her. Shifting slightly she sat up, resting her arms on the edge of the tub.
"Is it safe to touch you now?"
He raised his eyebrows slightly, "Yes. I cleaned myself off in the kitchen."
"Come here than, you git."
He moved closer and she grabbed two fistfuls of his shirt, bringing him even closer so that she could kiss him. He sighed into her mouth, his hands slipping down her wet arms.
"Why not come and join me? The water is nice and warm."
She didn't need to ask him twice. He quickly pulled off his clothes before stepping into the water carefully so that it didn't slosh over the sides. She snuggled into him, nipping at his neck with her teeth.
"Sherlock…"
He turned and looked at her, their noses touching.
"What you did … that is one of the most unselfish things … you could ever do. Thank you."
He splayed his hand over her belly.
"It was worth it. For you. For the baby. For us."
She pulled him to her, kissing him deeply.
"I love you." She murmured between kisses, "I love you so much!"
He kissed her back, tugging her gently until she was lying on top of him. The water splashed over the sides. She giggled slightly, shivering when the cool air touched her wet skin.
"I love you too."
Hearing him speak those words still sent a thrill through her body. Simply because he hardly spoke them, made them all the more special when he did.
She shivered again and he frowned slightly.
"I think we should take this to our bed, you're getting cold."
She nodded and leaned back so that he could sit up and pull the plug to empty out the water. He helped her stand up before reaching out and grabbing a towel. He wrapped it around her and she giggled. He kissed the tip of her nose then grabbed a towel for himself. After drying themselves off her took her hand and gently pulled her towards the direction of their bedroom. She caught a glimpse of the rest of the flat.
"You cleaned up?"
"Yes."
"All by yourself? Without any help?"
"Yes."
"Mmm … fibbing Sherlock. I'm just as good as Mary, if not better, at knowing when you're lying."
He huffed slightly.
"Fine! Mrs. Hudson helped."
"Not your housekeeper, eh?"
"I did hear her muttering that, but when I explained the reason for the mess she seemed all too pleased to help me. I think she was more thrilled by the fact that she would no longer be finding any thumbs in the fridge."
Molly let out another giggle. He smiled down at her, reaching up to brush back a few strands of damp hair. She nudged him towards the bed, for they had stopped when she had asked him about the cleaning. He eased back onto the mattress, pulling her down with him, grabbing the duvet to cover them both. She hooked a leg over his hip.
"Am I to be rewarded Mrs. Holmes?"
"Most definitely Mr. Holmes! Most definitely."
The next morning Molly woke up alone in the bed. This was something she had grown used to. She had always known of his strange sleeping habits, but had been rather surprised by the fact that he often slept the entire night beside her. Except for when he was on a case. Very rarely though did she wake up in the morning and he still be in bed with her.
Sitting up, she rubbed her hand over her stomach, where the tiny little Holmes was forming. She smiled to herself as she slipped out of the bed, only to stop and shake her head. Sherlock's clothes were strewn about all over the floor.
"Why does this man insist on making such a mess?"
She continued to mutter under her breath as she tidied up the room, stopping only to slip on his tartan dressing gown. He rarely wore it, he had so many others, but there was something about this one that she rather liked. Also, the softness of the fabric felt delicious against her naked skin.
Padding out of the bedroom she was surprised to not find him sitting in his chair, typing away at his laptop, like he usually always was. Instead he was in the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinets and amazingly not making a mess.
"Where is it?" He grumbled.
Crossing her arms over her chest, she leaned against the door frame watching him. If someone had told her a year ago that she would be standing here now, in 221B Baker Street, married to Sherlock Holmes and carrying his child, she would have laughed in their face.
He stopped his rummaging and ran a hand through his curls, scratching his head. Her fingers tingled slightly; she loved the feeling of his hair and she even more so loved the sound he made when she moved her fingers through it.
"What are you doing?"
He spun around, his dressing gown twirling like a cape.
"Oh, you're awake."
She smiled at him and repeated her question.
"I was uhm … looking for that herbal tea that you like. I was going to make you some."
Her smile grew wider and she stepped further into the kitchen.
"Oh dear … have I domesticated The Great Sherlock Holmes?"
He sniffed, clearly pretending to look affronted.
"I have made tea for others before."
"You mean for James Moriarty … hardly good practice."
A muscle in his jaw twitched. Fearing that she may have destroyed the moment, she sidled up along side him reaching passed his ear. Her movements caused the gown to open somewhat, revealing a decent amount of skin.
"The tea is right here."
She pulled it out of the cabinet, but he wasn't paying attention to that, his eyes were completely affixed on her chest. He swallowed, hard.
"Is that my dressing gown?"
His voice had dropped a few decibels lower. A sign, she had quickly learned, that showed he was aroused.
She smiled cheekily, turning so that she was facing him completely.
"It is. Do you mind?"
He shook his head, momentarily having lost his ability for speech. His eyes finally rose to meet hers, and she cocked an eyebrow.
"I don't mind. Although …" He reached up to gently ease the fabric off her shoulder so that he could place a kiss there, "I do find it rather distracting."
She smiled, "I could just take it off, and walk around naked."
He bit down into her skin, "That would be detrimental; much more distracting." His arm had snaked around her waist, pulling her close up against him. There was a red mark now on her shoulder. He started to kiss his way up to her neck.
"Perhaps I should start wearing your clothes?" He murmured into her skin.
She let out a rather unattractive snort, "I highly doubt that they would fit."
"Perhaps in a few months they might."
She pushed him away slightly, so that their eyes could meet. She was glaring at him.
"Are you implying that I am going to get fat?"
Oh no. Not good. This is most definitely one of those Not Good moments John warned me about. Hormonal woman can be rather dangerous.
He swallowed again.
"No. NO! Yes, you will grow bigger, but that's the natural way. Your breasts will get larger, your hips fuller and of course your stomach will expand as the child grows …" He trailed off as he realized that she was smiling again.
"I love it when you rattle off like that."
Phew. She wasn't angry anymore.
He returned her smile, pulling her in again and kissing her.
"This really can't become a common thing, Molly." He said to her as he untied the gown, letting it fall open before he slipped his hand inside, "We'll never leave the flat."
She chuckled into his mouth as he kissed her again.
"It's my day off." She whispered against his lips.
"Oh. Ohhhhhh!"
Within seconds the dressing gown hit the floor.
