When Molly walked into her office, wiping the tears away from her eyes, she saw John stood at the other side of the room. She froze for a moment and made eye contact with him. It was the first time she had seen him since Sherlock died and she didn't know how to react. He smiled softly at him and began to walk towards her. Something clicked in Molly that made her rush forward and fall into Johns arms sobbing.
"Hey, it's okay." John hushed, wrapping his arms around her, keeping her from falling to the floor.
"It's not." She sobbed. She clutched to him tightly, staining his shirt with her tears. She had never thought of her and John as close friends but she needed some form of comfort right now and he was the only one she could tell; the only one who wouldn't judge her.
"Molly, what's the matter?" She continued to sob as she pulled away from John and pulled out the plastic stick out of her pocket. John looked slightly confused for a moment but when he realised what she was holding, he let out an audible gasp.
"Molly…is it…" He couldn't bare to finish the sentence but they both knew what he meant.
"Yes." She whispered.
Molly had fallen asleep on the sofa with the baby monitor in her hand. Henry had woken up five times in the past 3 hours and Molly was exhausted. Having a sick child was one thing, but having to deal with him by herself whilst Tom was having fun was another. Lately he had been spending so much time at his friends Kyle's house, it had begun to annoy her. And whenever Molly would ask about him, Tom would get defensive about it, which Molly found strange.
Molly woke up to the sound of gentle knocking on her door. She picked herself off of the sofa and walked towards the door, expecting Tom to be at the other side. But when she opened it the sight was something unimaginable.
It was Sherlock.
"Molly." He whispered. Molly looked up at him with wide eyes; she saw bruising around his nose and upper lip. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know whether to hug him, kiss him or punch him in the face- though it was clear someone had already chosen the third option.
"It was John." He said, almost reading her mind. "Who punched me in the face. Didn't really take me coming back to well." He said laughing slightly, trying to break the tension. Molly laughed weakly, still finding it hard to take it in. She was about to open her mouth when Henry began to cry again.
"Excuse me one moment." Molly said quietly as she rushed over to Henry's room. Sherlock took his opportunity to walk into her flat and follow her. He looked around and took in how different looked to the last time he was in there. By the door there was coat hooks that came just below his waist and small shoes arranged neatly next to it. As he walked further into the flat he saw picture a baby that he assumed was his son.
He walked into the room that he saw Molly enter and watch the scene in front of him take place. Molly held Henry close to her chest, trying to ease his crying. Sherlock looked at his son in disbelief. He couldn't believe how much he looked like him, from the dark curly hair to the piercing blue eyes.
"He's beautiful." He said softly. Molly turned to face him and smiled slightly. Henry had his head rested against Molly chest and looked up at Sherlock in awe. Sherlock smiled at Henry and walked towards the two of them.
"Yeah, well he does take after his father." Molly said gently. Henry reached forward and extended his arms towards Sherlock. Sherlock looked at Molly who gave him an encouraging look.
"I guess someone wants to say hello." Molly chuckled. Sherlock panicked for a moment before reaching forward and taking Henry from Molly's arms. Sherlock rested Henry on his hip and held him close to his body.
"What's his name?"
"Henry."
"Hello Henry, I'm…" Sherlock trailed off and looked at Molly with a questionable look in his eyes.
"Daddy!" Henry yelled, giggling loudly. Sherlock looked surprised and joyful at Henry's response.
"He is a very smart baby," Molly said, "Plus Mycroft shows him pictures of you whenever he comes over to visit." Sherlock looked at Molly again.
"Mycroft knew about him?"
"Yeah. He came into my office when I was pregnant and kind of deduced it. I told him not to tell you about him though, didn't want you to get distracted."
"Seems logical." Sherlock looked back down at his son who had rested his head on his shoulder and began to fall back asleep. He smiled again and began to sway faintly from side to side.
"So you are back then? How long for?" Molly questioned, crossing her arms in front of her in insecurity.
"Permanently, hopefully. Unless another super criminal decided to try and kill ma again." Sherlock continued to sway as he watched his son sleep in his arms.
"I wanted to thank you actually, for everything you did for me." He said putting Henry back down into his crib gently, making sure he didn't wake him.
"It's okay. It was my pleasure."
"No, I mean it."
"I don't mean pleasure. I mean, I didn't mind. I wanted to." Molly muttered under her breath sounding slightly embarrassed.
"Moriarty slipped up. He made a mistake. Because the one person he thought didn't matter at all to me was the one person that mattered the most. You made it all possible. And you have given me the most beautiful son that I never thought I would have wanted." He stepped closer to her and drew in a breath.
"I want you to be part of his life Sherlock. But you have to understand that we can't be anything but…friends." Sherlock understood. He wasn't stupid. Mary had told him about her boyfriend before him came over and he noticed the engagement ring on her finger when she opened the door.
"I know, I understand and I want to be a part of his life very much. I just sincerely hope that I don't interfere with you and…"
"Tom."
"Congratulations by the way. I hope you'll be very happy, you deserve it." Tears welled up in Molly's eyes and she looked up at Sherlock who smiled at her sadly.
"Thank you." She whispered. Sherlock lent forward and kissed her tenderly on the forehead.
"I best go, have some explaining to do to Mrs Hudson." He chuckled before walking out of the room. Molly remained where she was and allowed a tear to fall down her face. She heard the front door shut and the flat filled with silence.
"I don't shave for Sherlock Holmes." John said as he continued to spread the shaving foam across his face.
"Oh! You should put that on a T-shirt!" Mary said giggling to herself. John rolled his eyes and began to shave his face.
"Shut up."
"Or what?"
"Or I'll marry you." Mary beamed at him from across the room and watched him to continue to shave his face. They stayed in silence for a few moments, both doing their own things. Mary's attention was then drawn to her phone that began to vibrate on the bedside table.
"Hello?" Mary asked answering the phone. John froze his shaving when he heard faint sobbing coming from the other end of the phone. He walked back into the bedroom and gave Mary a confused look.
"Hey Molls, calm down. Tell me what happened." Mary looked up to John and flashed a concerned look.
"Oh sweetie. Don't worry, I'll come over straight away." Mary hung up the phone and climbed off the bed.
"What..whats the matter? Is everything okay? Is Henry okay?" John questioned moving over to Mary.
"Don't worry, everything is fine. Sherlock went over and saw Molly tonight and she is a bit shaken up about it."
"Shit." John muttered under his breath. Mary pulled a jumper over her head and stepped closer to him.
"John, don't worry. I am going to over there and make sure everything is fine, okay? I'll call you when I am on my way back." Mary lent forward and kissed John lightly. John chuckled slightly as the shaving foam that was left on her nose after they separated. He used his finger to wipe it off and Mary giggled.
"Give her my love will you?" John asked. Mary nodded her head before picking up her bag from the table and walked out of the room.
The first time Molly met Mary she felt nervous. John had insisted in her meeting Mary every since the day they started dating. Molly had to admit, she loved seeing John this happy since...well since Sherlock. But when John asked for her to join them for dinner that night, Molly wan't too sure.
"I don't know John. I mean, I want to meet her but.." She trailed off and looked down at her swollen stomach. She was at this point 7 months pregnant and felt worse than ever. She was getting closer and closer to giving birth; meaning she was getting closer and closer to becoming a single mother, having to raise this child by herself.
"Moll, don't worry about it. Mary already knows your situation, she won't judge you. Pus she is so excited to meet you, I feel you two would get along so well." Molly shifted in her seat slightly and looked across the table to John. He gave that look; the look of pleading and hope. Molly gave in and sighed to herself.
"Okay fine, but when I crave peanut butter ice cream at three in the morning, I'm calling you." John laughed at Molly trying to be serious.
