A/N: Thank you so much for all the follows and reviews, I didn't expect the story to be received as well as it has been! Enjoy reading!
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Only three months in and the pregnancy was beginning to take its toll on Molly. She felt awful, the first two months had been a breeze, sure she'd had the sore, hurting breasts and the fatigue but all of that she could cope with, nothing had prepared her for the morning sickness that had just struck her one day being relentless ever since, though she hadn't been sick for a couple of hours now. Good sign maybe?
"Morning Molly,"
She glanced up from where she had laid her head on the table "Oh, hello Mike, haven't seen you around for a while" She managed a weak smile.
"Yeah, with classes to teach comes papers to mark," He shrugged "I hear congratulations are in order anyway" He smiled
"What? Oh, yeah… Thanks I guess…" She put her head back down on the table the cold glass felt nice, soothing in a way.
"You guess?" He asked worriedly "What's wrong?"
"The never ending sickness, I don't know why the hell it's called morning sickness, I'm up half the night with it as well," She was absolutely positive she must have looked as horribly ill as she felt because Mike watched her sympathetically.
"There must be an upside to it though right? Been for your first scan I see," He nodded toward the ultrasound picture that was on the table beside her bag, "Must've been something special?" His tone was encouraging
"Second," She corrected him "But yeah, yesterday, Greg and me" She laughed a little "I almost threw up on the poor nurse and ever since the first Greg started to refer to the baby as peanut" a fond half-smile crossed her face, as she tapped the picture.
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Lestrade smiled at the black and white scan picture, a father of four almost five and he was still in awe when it came to babies and pregnancy but Molly was suffering a lot more than Julia had. His ex-wife had never suffered a single bout of morning sickness in any of the four times she had been pregnant, but it seemed Molly's suffering was never ending, she was up most of the night acquainting herself with their bathroom and its fixtures, her eyes were dull and shadowed with dark circles from the lack of sleep, she had told him not to worry about her, as a doctor she should know better than any woman that every woman's body reacted differently to pregnancy. She's banned him from cooking certain foods as they now made her stomach churn no matter how much she had loved them before, won't let him have coffee in the house and if he has it at work he has to brush his teeth before he comes anywhere near her when he gets home. He wasn't allowed to fuss over her either, just as before she absolutely resented being fussed over, they had never argued before but last night when he had told her to relax and put her feet up had almost resulted in him sleeping on the air-bed, outside, in the shed.
They had however agreed a compromise on most things, if she told him to leave her alone he would, now that she couldn't drink he wouldn't either… Well he said compromise, what it really consisted of was a set of ground rules that they had both agreed to, to keep themselves sane and their marriage stable throughout the time of the pregnancy.
"Sir," Donovan stood in the doorway "Oh," She smiled "That from yesterday?"
"What? Oh, no, Molly has the one from yesterday" He smiled fondly "Peanut," He laughed
"What?"
He showed her the picture, pointing to the small, sort of dot-like thing "About the size of a peanut,"
"Oh," She had now realised
"Don't you ever want children Sally?"
"Sir?" Her raised eyebrow expression confirmed her confusion at such a personal question
"Haven't you ever thought about finding a decent man, settling down and starting a family? Not that Anderson isn't decent… Well he isn't, really, but he's married Sally, he has children, a family"
"I like relationships that don't require a high level of commitment, they're easier to handle, especially with a job like ours," She had entered his office now, shutting the door behind her.
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That conversation with Sally had been awkward, something he wouldn't like to repeat; it had ended with him recommending Dimmock over Anderson, and he didn't even like Dimmock all that much.
"Molly?" He called as he entered the house shrugging off his coat; he got a vague mumbled reply from the living room.
He made his way into the room; Molly was curled up in a ball in the corner of the sofa with a hot water bottle pressed to her stomach and a glass of water on the table beside her.
"Any better?" He asked watching her carefully, sitting at the opposite end of the sofa
"I haven't actually vomited since this afternoon, so I suppose that's a good sign really" She smiled at him, the first time he had actually seen that smile since the morning sickness had started.
Picking up to the remote and her glass of water she crawled over to where he was sat.
"I want a hug." She instructed.
He took her glass of water from her and put it on the table next to him where he could reach it quickly if she wanted it.
"I love you," She told him as she snuggled into his side
"I love you too," He kissed her head
"I'm sorry…"
"What the hell for?"
"Being a complete and utter bitch lately," She looked up at him
"Not your fault." He hugged her tight, this was going to be a long bumpy ride but he wouldn't rather share it with anyone else.
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A/N: That was fun to write, I am becoming a HUGE Mollstrade shipper, reviews? ^.^