He holds her hand as she struggles to push another Holmes into this world. Whispering reassurances as her grip on him tightens like she's holding on for dear life.

When it's over, and she lays in the bed, unconscious and exhausted, he holds the baby in his arms, fully aware that this isn't his place.

But he stays, feet planted solidly on the linoleum floor because he will never leave her.

Not him.

Not ever.


Notes: Onesided MollCroft. Also posted on AO3

These are ideas/words that I write at 3am when I can't sleep. Some of the drabbles you'll find in here might be turned into a proper one-shot or multi-fic should the inspiration hit me. Lemme know what you think and if there are particular ones you'd like to see expanded I'll see what I can do.

Thank you for reading.

-June