Sick or...?
Molly was starring at herself in the mirror still not believing that their 'little one' growing in her belly, that there was a new life inside of her, depending on her to keep it safe. Molly looked down, rubbing softly small circles over her still flat belly and replayed the moment she and Sherlock found out she's pregnant.
"Sherlock, I think I'm sick; maybe the flu or something."
Molly didn't even have the energy to open her eyes. Her body was feeling heavy, she wiggled under the blanket and she felt like she was going to vomit.
"You don't have a high temperature."
Sherlock sat beside her extended his hand to her forehead, a little worried look shoos over his face.
"But I feel awful."
Molly turned to him slightly open her eyes.
"Do you want me to take you to Bart's?
He laid down beside her and holding her in his arms.
"N...N...No."
And she fell asleep.
They were going to the first appointment after both found out the big news and Molly was afraid. The only thing that keeps her sane was that Sherlock was going with her; he insisted, of course he does. Sherlock insisted holding her hand and kissing her forehead while the doctor shows them the ultrasound of their unborn child. But still Molly was nervous she didn't know how to handle everything, it was just a little too fast for her.
"Molly it's already 2 pm and you're still in bed. You're okay?"
Sherlock walked in the bedroom with a more worried look on his face as earlier.
"Uhm... what?"
Molly was woken up from her sleep by Sherlock's voice and she still felt sick.
"Molly, I think we should go to Bart's. You don't look so fine."
Sherlock looked uncomfortable at his feet, little unsure what do to next.
I'm sorry."
She didn't know why she was apologizing. Maybe because he was supposed to go on a case but instead he had to take care of her. Or maybe she felt like a burden to him. Molly was just sorry because of everything – she was emotional.
"I don't know why you are apologizing. Through sickness and health, remember?"
"We're not married, Sherlock."
Molly chuckled a little bit.
"Not yet."
He wrinkled his eyebrows and winked at her and in any other circumstances she would find it attractive, but she was too busy motioning to Sherlock to bring a bucket or something she can throw up in.
"Are you okay, Molly?"
She heard Sherlock's concerned voice on the other side of the bathroom door.
"Yes I'm fine."
She snapped out of her thoughts and started getting ready but since she was so emotional – more flashbacks kept finding their way into her mind.
She threw up and Sherlock was at her side, held her hair so it doesn't get dirty. After she was done throwing up, he picked her up and carried her to the kitchen, giving her water to help her with her burnt throat. Sherlock messaged Mycroft to send a car at Baker Street, as the car arrived he carried Molly out and put her in.
"Where are we going?"
The driver asked but already knew the answer seeing Sherlock's worried face as he carried Molly.
"Bart's." He simply answered.
Molly put on her favourite blouse, she realized it were the same one she wore the day Sherlock said he loved her. She was just getting out of her baggy pants and getting in her skirt when she felt tears slip down her cheek.
"So what brings you two here?"
The doctor asked friendly.
"She feels sick."
Sherlock answered and let Molly tell all her symptoms.
"I see."
The Doctor smiled warmly when Molly told him everything.
"We'll draw blood and run some tests but I have an idea what's up with her."
After a few minutes of waiting in anticipation the Doctor was standing in front of them. Sherlock's hand went to Molly's and they tangled their fingers together not letting go of one another.
"Congratulations, you're having a baby!"
The Doctor grins at the anxious soon to be parents.
The tensions faded away as the reality sank in, she was pregnant. They are going to be parents.
"Oh John is going to tease me for not deducting it."
Sherlock chuckled and hugged Molly, placing soft kisses all over her face, grinning like a Cheshire cat. Molly hugged him back with all her love she felt for him, knowing that their child would have the greatest dad on earth.
Sherlock walked into the bathroom, he couldn't wait for her to get out it was taking her too long. He found her crying.
"Molly what's wrong?"
He cupped her face with his hands and looked at her with concern and love in his eyes.
"What if I won't be a good mum? What if I'm not ready for a child? What if I messed up?"
Molly cried.
"Look at me."
Sherlock waited for her to look him in the eyes.
"You won't be a good mum; you're going to be a perfect mum. I'm never going to leave neither you nor our child; we are going to raise it together. We made it; we are going to provide it the best life we can."
Sherlock put his hands gently on her belly, "when this baby is born and you hold it for the first time, you'll see you're ready. We'll both see we're ready."
Molly started crying again but this time because of joy.
"Thank you."
"Now if we don't hurry we'll be late for our first appointment!"
Sherlock picked her up, Molly chuckled and they were on their way.
7 month later Frederic William Holmes was born and in the moment Sherlock and Molly first saw him they both realized they were ready for him; they were ready to raise him and watch him grow up just like Sherlock said they would.
