A/N - Hi guys. Sorry this took 3 days. I had absolutely no idea how to continue after the first chapter, so it took a couple of days to get everything down. Not sure if I like what I've written at all but anyway... Thanks for the favourites and follow so far. Hope you like this too :) again, no beta so forgive the mistakes.

Make her stop screaming, please!" Sherlock yelled.

"She's probably just hungry, hand her to me."

Sherlock watched in awe as Molly gently fed Zoe a bottle of heated milk, quietly soothing her with her gentle words.

His relationship with Molly had grown massively in the last year. After admitting his feelings and several 'dates' (chasing criminals and an occasional dinner), she had moved in little over a month later. He loved her, and she loved him.

At that moment he pictured Molly, who cuts open cadavers for a living, as a mum - and how good at it she would be. At uni, he had told all of his 'partners' (experiments to witness the changes in a persons actions after sexual intercourse) how much he hated children, let alone the idea of him being a father. But now, here with the woman he loved, he couldn't think of anything he wanted more than for Molly Hooper to be the mother of his children. Should he ask her? Casually bring up the conversation? Or just tell her straight and to the point?

As the temperature in 221b rose, the state of the air-conditioning fell.

"Sherlock, I can stand this heat anymore and neither can Zoe, lets just go out somewhere."

"Where in London can we take a one year old baby?"

"Regents Park? We could just walk around for a bit, anything will be better than this." Molly suggested, sighing heavily.

"Okay, but we'll have to leave soon if we're to get there before it becomes too busy."

After half an hour of Sherlock checking, and re-checking Zoe's changing bag, making sure everything they could possibly need was neatly stored away, they began to make their way to Regents Park. Molly pushing the pram, and Sherlock walking beside her with his arm around her waist.

After a short, 5 minute walk, the trio arrived at Regents Park.

Deciding to get an ice cream to cool themselves, and Zoe down, they went to the nearest ice cream van, ordering two 99's (Molly would share hers with Zoe) and sat down a the nearest bench.

As Molly began to eat her ice cream, Sherlock suddenly felt very dizzy and sweaty. Molly, noticing his discomfort, rested the palm of her hand on his forehead, feeling for his temperature.

"Jesus Sherlock you're burning up!"

"Yes thankyou for that helpful observation Molly." He scolded.

Molly look down at her hands rested in her lap sadly, and discreetly edged further away from him.

He had hurt her for the first time in a long time; instantly regretting it.

"I'm sorry, Molly. I snap when I'm under any discomfort. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"It's fine, Sherlock. Really." She said, barely above a whisper.

"No it's not. I will not drive you away with my sordid outbursts. I-I-can't live without you." He stuttered.

For that one moment when he thought she would leave him, he had show the years of self hate and loneliness that he had concealed from everyone, but her.

No one else could have that effect on him.

Sensing his self-loathing Molly took Sherlock's hand and gently squeezed with hers. "Oh Sherlock. I'm never going to leave you, no matter what you say to me. I couldn't."

Forgetting they were in the middle of one of London's busiest parks, Sherlock slowly leant forward and pressed his lips against Molly's. Both closing their eyes and forgetting the messy world around them, just for a moment, each other being the only thing that mattered.

After what felt like hours, several unfamiliar "Aw's" brought them back to reality.

At lest 20 strangers were crowded around them, remarking on how brilliant they were as a couple, or how cute their family was.

"No, wait. She's not our daughter." Molly and Sherlock replied in unison.

"Well you look like an awfully adorable family to me." A short, bald man remarked.

A/N2 - So there you go, part 2. May continue, if I do it'll take a bit longer than this chapter did. Send me any prompt ideas that you have, I'd love to write more sherlolly like this (or any Sherlolly at all *chants* 'OTP OTP OTP!') Thanks for reading, byeeeee - Holly x