Sherlock was quick to get her from the car to his room. It seemed like such a longer distance to her now. She was physically and mentally exhausted. A pregnancy test box sat at the edge of the bathroom sink.

"You bastard, you have known all this time probably," she sighed as she went in. She was jolted by the two pink lines. She shook as she exited the result in her left hand. Sherlock took her into his arms, kissing much of her face.

"I've known it all along Molly Hooper. What are your two favorite ice cream flavors?" he asked.

"Let me think, strawberry and cookies and cream. Why are you asking?"

"I'm going out to the store," he deviously smiled.

"Well many things are changing, aren't they?" he winked at her as he left. She sighed as she turned on the telly. Some drab American sitcom rerun she could care less for. The sofa was making her drowsy till he came back with two half gallon tubs. Her eyes widened in confusion.

"Aren't I allowed to buy my pregnant girl ice cream?" Sherlock held them up in front of her. He put the emphasis on pregnant.

"Whatever you're planning, I want no part of it," she huffed and rolled the blanket around her on the couch and fell fast asleep.

It had to be at least 2 AM when she woke back up. She was craving the ice cream Sherlock had gotten her earlier. She quietly cut the wrapping and was eating the strawberry out of the cart.

"You must be hungry," she heard his voice from behind her, starling her. "I bought it special for you."

"I can tell. It doesn't strike me as a flavor of your liking," she laughed as she spooned the ice cream into her mouth. He suddenly took the carton from her hands, thinking he wanted to eat some with her. However, he put took a spoonful of it and held it up to her mouth. She was enjoying this enough not to realize she had eaten the entire carton. He helped open the other one and continued to spoon feed her.

"Oh Sherlock, this is so much ice cream. I am not sure how much I can eat," she rubbed her tummy.

"I think you have it in you," he replied. The way he said it made her keep going. She was happy to be wearing no pants as she felt her tummy slightly grow. As much as she complained to him, she did as he said. Somehow someway, she had gotten through that gallon as well.

"Oh Sherlock that was so much ice cream," she moaned and rocked back and forth. He kissed her all over her belly gently.

"My baby is going to be growing inside you," he spoke into her ear. "I want you to eat as much as you can. You're eating for two now," he said as he kissed her lower and lower. Her shoes and dress by now had flown right off. He managed to unhook her bra in an embrace and tease her very sensitive nipples.

"Oh Sherlock," she moaned as his tongue toyed with her. "I want you to fuck me now. I want me inside you again!" she begged as he took her in his arms back to his bed. He quickly got off her panties and his tongue worshiped her entrance. Her breathing grew deeper and her moans ever louder. He honored her request by flipping her over, after he shed some of his own clothing.

He started to thrust against her fast and hard. The friction that was building was causing them to both deeply moan. She begged him to go faster over and over. He continued to until her body clamped down on him. Stream after stream of orgasms came through him. They were both hot and sticky by the end of the entire ordeal. All Molly could do after all of that was just hold Sherlock in her arms. They both fell into a deep sleep. Both overcome in heat, lust, and adoration.