Summary: In this chapter, Molly reflects on the news of her unexpected pregnancy and tries to think of a way to tell Sherlock. How will he take the news read and find out!
Notes: Thank you so much for the response to the last chapter I was generally surprised that people actually liked it. I also wanted to say cause I didn't make it clear in the last fic that anything that happened in season 4 is after Rosie christening is not canon with this fic
Molly has been feeling unwell for a few days. She tried to put this to the back of her mind because Sherlock was away on a case, so she spent most of her time focusing on work and looking after Rosie. Feeling nauseous when she woke up, just about managing to eat breakfast and getting her goddaughter to school and getting to work early, she checked her phone to see that she had a text from Sherlock.
Solved the case. Just tying up a few things. Should be home tonight. Missed you and Rosie – SH
Molly was glad to know that he would be back by the end of the day; she had missed him. It was only then that she had realized the reason behind why she was feeling so ill. She was five days late. Molly tried not to worry herself.
"You don't know yet," Molly whispered to herself. "You're probably not."
Knowing that her boss was probably in his office and she still had some time before she was meant to start, Molly went to put her bag in her lock and went to Mike's office. She knocked on the door and waited for her boss to answer.
"Come in," he called from the other side.
Molly walked into his office. "Hi, Mike."
"Molly, it's lovely to see you," he greeted her. "Sit down. What can I do for you?"
Mike had been a good friend to Sherlock and Molly over the last few years. Being good friends with John and understanding the situation after the accident, Mike was always accommodating when it came to Sherlock and Molly looking after Rosie. Molly knew that she would be able to trust Mike with this situation.
"The thing is," Molly said as she sat down, "I think I might be pregnant. I'm not sure, I haven't done a test or anything, but I was wondering would you be able to run a blood test for me?"
"Oh, Molly, sure."
"I also wanted to check before my shift because I know if I am I won't be able to do autopsies."
"Of course, Molly, let's go to the lab now."
Within half an hour, Molly got the news she had suspected.
"Congratulations, Molly." Mike smiled at her "Also, please pass on my congratulations to Sherlock."
Molly tried not to act surprised. She didn't know what she had with Sherlock how did other people "I always find it unexpected when other people see something between me and Sherlock. I'm not sure what we have, we haven't had a proper verbal acknowledgement about it. Probably too scared it would ruin it.
Mike smiled softly at the young pathologist "Trust me, Molly, he loves you."
"Oh. Yes." Molly said not knowing if this was the right thing to say.
"And I'm sure Rosie will love having a sibling."
Molly had completely forgotten about Rosie. How was this going to affect her? She never asked for her parents to die, to have Sherlock and Molly raise her. Did she want a sibling, or would she feel pushed out? Molly didn't want to upset the little girl; she'd been through too much already. How was she going to break the news to both of them?
All throughout the day, she felt herself watching the clock. Because of her pregnancy, she wouldn't be doing any autopsies. It was whilst she was doing paperwork, her mind played out all the possibilities of what might happen when she told the news to Sherlock and Rosie. There were visions of Sherlock walking out on her and Rosie, or him telling her he'd be there for Rosie and not their child.
"I promised John and Mary I would always be there for their child. I never said about having one of my own." Molly heard his voice in her head. Only a few times did she allow herself to imagine a happy ending.
All of the situations in her mind led her to think back to how it had begun between Sherlock and herself. The first time it happened he turned up at her flat in the late. Molly had just finished work and was getting ready to make dinner for herself when Sherlock knocked on her door.
It wasn't an uncommon for him to turn up at her flat like this, especially since her involvement in the fall he seemed different and not like himself scared it would be one of his danger nights Molly invited him in to eat dinner with her.
Molly listened to Sherlock as he explained the case he had just solved. A middle age man had been found dead in his work office Sherlock was able to work out that it was the victim's sister who committed the murder by slowly poisoning him all because she wanted his life insurance money to get her out of debt. "Barely a five even you could have solved it."
"Oh really, I'm not so sure, you're the detective and I'm the pathologist I'll stick to cutting up the dead bodies and you solve the case."
"We make a good team," Sherlock said absentmindedly.
What Sherlock did next still sent chills down her spine even to this day he leant over and kissed her. The moment his lips hit her it was a shock and it took her a few seconds to register what was going on. 'oh my god Sherlock Holmes is kissing me she thought. Why the fuck am I not kissing back' at that moment she started to comply.
When they broke apart neither of them were sure how much time had passed but when Sherlock looked at her all she could see was a lost boy who seemed scared of what was going to happen next. "Sorry Molly" He got up from the table and was about to walk away.
"We can move it to the bedroom if you like?" Molly asked shyly as she bit the side of her lip.
The rest all happened in a rush to get clothes off and just to be together even if it was just for this one night. Before she knew it, Sherlock was lying on top of out of breath from what they had just done. He brushed a tiny bit of her hair that was on her face and tucked it behind her ear before he whispered in it. "I don't know what this is between us, but I want it."
That was the only time they spoke about it. One way or another both of them knew there were rules and talking about it was one of them. Worried that saying anything would break the spell of what they had.
Even after John and Mary died they still continued as they had before. They need each other more than ever hoping it would help with the pain of losing their friends but being careful not wanting to let Rosie know or see too much. If something changed in there dynamic they both knew they did not want it to hurt, their goddaughter.
But now Molly had to tell Sherlock her secret and it made her feel scared and like she was about to lose everything she held dear to her.
When work was done, Molly went to pick Rosie up from school. She couldn't wait to tell her that Uncle Sherlock would be back from his case. It always warmed her heart to see how close the two of them were. As she waited for the little girl, all around her Molly could see other parents waiting for their children, families with one parent or two and siblings.
"Siblings," Molly whispered to herself. It was then that she knew that if she got Rosie round the idea, then maybe she would be able to help her tell Sherlock in their own way.
"Aunt Molly!" Rosie yelled as she ran to great her godmother with a hug.
"Hello, sweetheart, did you have a good day at school?"
"Yep," Rosie said in a way that mirrored her godfather.
As the two of them began the short walk back to their home, Rosie told Molly all the things that she had learnt at school during that day and the games she played with her friends during break and lunchtime.
"It sounds like you had a very good day," Molly said to Rosie. "Rosie, can I ask you something?"
"Okay," the little girl said, looking up at Molly with a look that resembled so much of her mother.
"What's different with our family from the other children that are in your class?"
Molly could see the child slowly start work it out. "Well, I don't have Mummy and Daddy. I have you and Uncle Sherlock. Some children have one parent, others have two, one boy has two mums."
"Yes, those are some differences," Molly agreed. "Can you think of anything else?"
Once again, Molly could see the child thinking. "Well, they all have brothers or sisters."
There it was: the thing Molly was waiting to be said. "How do you feel about that? Not having a sibling."
"It would be nice to have someone to play with," Rosie said thoughtfully. "Especially when Uncle Sherlock is away."
"He will be back tonight. You know what that means, right?"
"Takeaway and movie night while Sherlock tells all about his case!" Rosie cheered.
Sherlock walked through the door to his home a few hours later to the smell of food and the sound of laughter. As he stepped into the kitchen, he was meet by Rosie running to give him a hug.
"Uncle Sherlock, I missed you!"
Sherlock picked up the little girl, so he could see her better. "I missed you too, Rosamund."
"Did you kick the butt of the bad guy?" Rosie asked.
"Of course. I wouldn't be back if I hadn't."
"Can you tell me all about your case?"
Sherlock caught the look Molly was giving that said, 'please make this child-friendly - we don't want another reason for her to go to therapy'. "Of course, but let me say hello to Aunt Molly first."
Sherlock walked over to Molly and kissed her on the cheek. "Missed you," he whispered in her ear.
"Missed you too," Molly replied to him.
As Molly ordered their dinner, she heard Sherlock tell Rosie all about his case. Molly knew she would hear the adult version later but, for now, Rosie enjoyed the story of getting to hear her uncle be a hero and save the day.
Sherlock was glad to be home. He missed his girls while he had been away. If you had told him a few years before that he would one day finish a case, come back to a home, and be raising a child with Molly Hooper, he would have told you that you were crazy and needed help, but now this was his life and he wouldn't change it for the world.
"I want to have a sibling," Rosie said suddenly, "but I can't cause Mummy and Daddy are in heaven, so they can't make one."
Sherlock felt like a bucket of water just been thrown on him. What had Rosie just said and why did she say it? He looked at Molly and could see that she had gone completely white.
Molly put her arm around their godchild and pulled her into a hug. "I know, Rosie, it's very sad."
"Everybody in my class has a sibling. I'm the odd one out," Rosie said. looking up at them with her big eyes.
"There is nothing odd about you, Rosamund," Sherlock said, hoping that he was helping the situation.
"What if you two had a baby?" Rosie said.
Sherlock and Molly both looked at each other, hoping that the other would speak. It felt like the silence stretched on forever, and both were grateful when Sherlock's phone started to ring.
"It's Mycroft," Sherlock said, taking the phone out of his pocket. "He probably wants to talk about some information from the case."
"Yes... you should get that," Molly said. She watched him walk off into the kitchen.
By the time Sherlock walked back into the living room, there was nobody left in the room. Knowing that there was only one other place they could be, he walked upstairs quietly. Just at the top of the stairs, Sherlock could see that Rosie's bedroom door ajar and inside the little girl was sleeping peacefully.
Seeing a light on from the bedroom down the hall told Sherlock that was where Molly would be. The room used to be John and Mary's room; now it was the one that he shared with Molly. When he entered the room, he could see that she had changed into one of his old t-shirts from his university days. Molly had adopted it as a night top. It was a few sizes too big, but he knew it looked better on her than himself.
"Sorry I didn't help with bedtime. Mycroft wanted to clear up a few details to do with the case."
Molly looked up from the book she was reading and smiled at the detective. "That's okay. She was pretty tired by the time she got into bed, didn't even need a bedtime story. The excitement of you being back mostly tired her out."
"Yes … that makes sense," Sherlock said hoping it was the right response. "Are you happy to have me back?"
"Of course, I am, Sherlock. I miss you when you're gone. I've gotten used to you being here."
Sherlock walked over to the bed and started to take off his shoes. He could feel the elephant in the room surrounding them; having his back to Molly made it easier for what he was about to say.
"Do you think Rosie has a point at wanting another child in the family?"
Molly looked at him suddenly, surprised that he brought up the topic. "I mean, yes, it would be nice for her, but what if it's like a toy? She wants it now but then kind of grows out of the idea and by then it might be too late, and she would have one anyway."
"If Rosie is anything like her mother, which we know she is, once she has an idea in her head there is no changing it." Sherlock smiled at her.
"Sometimes I forget how much she's like Mary and John," Molly said, as she remembered her friends. "I mean, we do a good job, but she still misses out on a lot of things other children have."
"She does. but at least she has us," Sherlock whispered.
"We try our best," Molly replied.
"Would it be something you want, though?" Sherlock asked. "I mean, you're the one who has to do the hard work, and actually carry and give birth to the child."
"But it's not just me and Rosie we have to think about, Sherlock. It's something you've got to want too."
His Molly still had ways of surprising him, even after all these years; she always wanted to make sure he was okay, always wanting to protect him.
"I mean, it would make sense for us to have a child. We're both very smart and Mummy would love a grandchild. I know she treats Rosie like her own, but she always said it would be nice to have another baby in the family. Remember what she said at Christmas?"
Molly smiled at the memory of spending Christmas at his parents' house. Sherlock's mother had cooked enough food to last several weeks, with all of it tasting amazing, and Mr Holmes told stories to Molly and Rosie about younger versions of Mycroft and Sherlock that had them laughing and the two brothers silently wishing for it all to end, but there was also the comments that Mrs Holmes made to both Sherlock and Molly that she would like a grandchild, or that they both would make such wonderful parents to a child of their own. It was something that had not been discussed until now.
"She did make it seem very clear. 'It would be nice to have more grandchildren to spoil at Christmas. Have you two thought about having a baby?' was one I heard her say a few times."
"Yes," Sherlock smiled. "I think Mycroft was glad he wasn't the one the topic was aimed at."
"Sherlock, would you be okay with having a baby?"
"Yes. If I was to have a child with anyone, it would be you, Molly Hooper," Sherlock said. "We could start trying. That is, if you want to?"
Molly turned to look at Sherlock, who was now sitting on the bed and facing her she took a deep breath and spoke. "We don't need to try."
"What?" Sherlock said, looking her up and down, trying to deduce from her which was something he had not done since before Mary and John died.
"I'm pregnant." Molly smiled, feeling tears start to fall on her face. She didn't know whether they were happy or sad.
"You are?" Sherlock said, a smile appearing on his face as he moved to wipe the tears away from her face. Whilst doing so, he leaned in and place a kissed on her forehead.
"Yes," Molly whispered. "I found out this morning. Is this okay?"
Before she could say anything else, he silenced her with a kiss.
"It's more than okay. I love you, Molly."
"I love you too," she replied to him.
Notes: So there it is Sherlock knows about the baby. I hope you like this chapter it's probably my favourite one in the story. if you can please leave a comment I love to hear your feedback. I should have the third and final chapter up by the end of the weekend maybe sooner if you would like it. Thanks again for reading it.
