In the still of the pre-dawn, Molly woke. She blinked, eyes adjusting to the dark. She wondered for a moment what had woken her. Automatically, her hand covered her abdomen as she rolled over. Five months pregnant, she was beginning to understand just how difficult the months leading up to her due date would be. Suddenly, she felt a fluttering under her fingertips. She stilled, sure of what she felt, realizing with glee she was absolutely awake, and this sensation was surely what had woke her.
Sherlock was fast off, exhausted from the case he had been working on. He'd come home and fallen into bed, vaguely aware Molly curling up beside him. Now though he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Sherlock," someone was shaking him. "Sherlock!"
"Whazzit- what?" he grumbled, trying to push the hand away.
"Sherlock wake up!" he realized it was Molly.
"Whas wrong?" he asked, trying to wipe the drool from the corner of his mouth. "What is it?"
"It's the baby, I can feel the baby!" she grabbed his hand, putting it on her belly.
His palm lay flat against the swell of her abdomen and they lay quietly. He was beginning to fall back asleep when he felt a fluttering sensation beneath his fingertips. His eyes opened, now he was awake! He sat up, a smile growing as he moved closer to Molly's belly.
"Oh…" was all he managed to say. He leaned down, resting his head against Molly, pressing his ear to her nightshirt. "Hello there," he murmured. Molly carded her fingers through his short hair, positively beaming. "It's about time you showed up," he said conversationally. "Your mummy and I were beginning to wonder…"
