[August]
Four weeks into pregnancy, 36 weeks until due date.
"SHERLOCK?! What is this?!"
Molly had just woken up from her nap, only to be greeted with the sight of a giant heap of wood in the middle of the living room. Sherlock walked into the room.
"What's wrong?" He asked, before answering his own question, "Oh, that… right."
Molly gave him an intense glare, full of daggers.
The tall man glanced between her and the wood pile, seemingly searching for a good explanation.
"That's supposed to be a crib..." Sherlock struggled to explain, as his eyes shifted downwards, "But the damn thing won't...work."
Molly's expression softened as she realized what he was saying.
"You're building a cot?" she asked, her eyes full of happiness as she stared at the shapeless wood pieces in a new light.
Sherlock's eyes looked back at her as he responded,
"Yes, I am."
Tears came to Molly's eyes, and Sherlock shifted his weight, unsure of the meaning of her tears.
"What's wrong?" the detective asked as he crossed the room to be closer to her, "Did I do something wrong?"
"Oh, Sherlock," Molly cried, as she hugged him tightly. Sherlock returned her embrace, but was still confused.
"Molly, why are you sad?" he queried.
"No, no, Sherlock, these are happy tears," she said, pulling back from the hug to wipe the tears from her cheeks. "I'm so happy."
Molly smiled happily, and leaned up to give Sherlock a grateful kiss. Assured now that his efforts were not a cause of anguish, Sherlock gladly returned the kiss.
A/N: I made these stories off pictures, so if you want the link please PM me because i can't put the link here for some reason :(
~MJS