Sherlock and Molly walked into 221B Baker Street to find John typing on his blog. Sherlock rolled his eyes slightly, still not seeing the point in having an online diary for others to see.
"Back already, I thought you'd be gone all night," John said as he made his way to the kitchen, fetching cups to make drinks for the 3 of them.
"Well, yeah so did I but then Molly told me she's pregnant, so I invited her back here for a drink and so we can tell you," Sherlock explained coolly as he sat on his chair. Molly stood uncomfortably in the doorway, not sure where to go – Sherlock was running one of his experiments which seemed to include cluttering up the entire living room. "Do sit down Molly, you should sit you know. Sit in John's place, he won't mind do you John, of course not your a doctor you would do anything if meant it was better for the other person, silly question Sherlock..." he faded out into the background as he continued to mumble to himself. Molly sat down as John handed her a cup of tea.
"You had a visitor before Sherlock, wanting to see you," Sherlock just dismissed it as he stood and started walking round the flat.
"Not interested,"
"It was Mycroft," John said as he rolled his eyes to Molly making her smirk a little. Sherlock stopped pacing and looked around the room as if looking through stars in space, trying to figure out what his brother wanted. His phone buzzed on the table, he gestured for John to get it. It was a text from Mycroft himself.
Come outside, and bring Molly and John as well.
Sherlock went into his usual tantrum when he was told to go somewhere he didn't want to go. He crouched on his chair, refusing to move. John tried to convince him otherwise but after a few failed attempts he turned to Molly.
"Your turn," he said as he walked towards the doorway. Molly stood up and walked over to Sherlock. She tugged on his hands until he was stood as well.
"It was your idea to tell people," she joked. Sherlock tried to turn away but Molly just pulled him back. She cupped his face so he was looking down on her, his blue eyes staring into hers.
"We have to go and see him, if we don't, if YOU don't then it will just get worse and you know it! Besides, he probably knows anyway, just waiting for you to tell him, and it isn't going to be hid-able for much longer!" she smiled, making Sherlock smirk as well. Molly placed a light kiss on Sherlock's lips before pulling him out of the flat by his hands.
When they got outside they were greeted by a shiny black Jag. The door was being held open for them for by a man in a smart uniform and wearing no facial expression. Sherlock paused outside the door before getting into the car, still holding Molly's hand.
The car journey was short but seemed like hours long, they eventually stopped outside of Mycroft's home. Emotionless people were standing all around them. Why is it Mycroft always seems to have such depressing people surrounding him? John thought to himself but dismissed it quickly as they walked through the grand doors. However, instead of being greeted by Mycroft, a small child came running through the halls and latched himself onto Sherlock's leg.
"Uncle Sher! Uncle Sher!" cried the child
"Sherlock! It isn't that hard," Sherlock replied, sighing slightly before seeing Molly looking at him with impatience. He quickly realised that he had done something wrong so bent down to remove the child. He picked him and spun him around a bit before Mycroft came up behind them.
"Nice to see you making and effort with children for once," he smiled. Sherlock put the child down and the boy ran over to Mycroft screaming 'daddy!' Mycroft bent down to his level to give him a hug. "Oscar why don't you go and play with Grandma," Oscar skipped down the hall before disappearing through a door.
"Mother's here?" Sherlock asked, but not really needing an answer, it was more out of politeness than anything.
"Of course. John how lovely to see you again. And this must be the lovely Molly," Mycroft said, smiling. John nodded his head curtly and Molly gave an embarrassed smile.
"Oh don't be tedious Mycroft, who else would it be?"Sherlock replied.
"Well do come through won't you," Mycroft lead the down the hall way and into the spacious living room, to be greeted by the rest of Sherlock's family. Sherlock turned to Molly.
"Are you still sure you want to be here?" he asked as he put on a fake smile to give his mother a hug. Molly felt a bit out of place in the big room, so stuck by Sherlock. It was a surprise to her when his mother greeted her like she was an old friend but she didn't want to offend her so smiled and returned the hug. Sherlock pulled Molly close to him and braced himself for what he can only assume to be a question and answer session about his private life. Sherlock had never understood the reasons behind wanting to know the details of everybody's life, but nevertheless, his family continued to pry on his personal life.
"So Sherlock, what's new with you," his mother asked handing him a cup of tea.
"Molly's pregnant," he said as if it was nothing. This filled the room with silence.