Took me forever but here you go!
Molly wanted to wake up from this nightmare. She had no idea what she did to deserve all of this. She had dropped half of this month's rent down a vent, she had a newborn baby to take care of (who she had finally gotten to sleep in the crib they had left her), her best friends were gone, she was stuck with a dead, socially inept, insensitive man as her only friend (if even that was what you called their relationship) and she now had a severe head ache from all of the crying.
Molly was in the kitchen, holding an ice pack on her head while the kettle brewed. Her eyes were shut and she was leaning her head back. Toby rubbed up against her legs, trying to get attention.
"No. Go away." she moaned, annoyed.
"Fine." a voice said. Molly dropped the ice pack to the floor, almost hitting Toby who bolted out of the kitchen with a strangled meow.
Sherlock had turned back around with a skeptical look on his face.
"Did I startle you?" he asked non-chalantly. Molly gaped.
"Yeah-um-sorry. I thought my cat was talking." she admitted without thinking. Sherlock narrowed his eyes.
"Cats can't talk Molly." Sherlock stated. Molly nodded nervously, realizing how idiotic that must have sounded.
"Yeah I know. I just meant- Sorry. I was being stupid." Sherlock let out a wry laugh.
"And you call yourself a doctor?" Something shook or broke in Molly when he said that, because she began to cry again. Sherlock was startled, confused as to why she would cry.
"Wha-" Molly looked at him angrily, through her tears.
"I am a doctor, Sherlock. And-and despite how much more intelligent you are then me, you have no right to question that! Today of all days." she choked out, trailing off on the last few words. She was trying to yell at him, she honestly was, but she couldn't. She wasn't strong enough or brave enough. And for some damned reason she cared about him too much.
Sherlock stood across the kitchen, speechless. He opened his mouth to speak but closed it again multiple times, looking like an idiot. Moments passed, and the kitchen fell silent.
"Are you menstruating?" Sherlock asked out of the blue.
"What?!" Molly squeaked out, confused and slightly embarrassed.
"It would explain the irritability, the emotional over reacting, the migraine and the tea you are making for your menstrual discomforts." Sherlock said, proud of himself for making the obvious discovery.
Molly gaped at him, trying to find words. She was blushing uncontrollably and wanted to yell at him again. But she stifled a giggle instead. Had Sherlock actually just said "menstrual discomforts"?
"You have no reason to be embarrassed. It is very normal for women to bleed from their genitalia monthly." he said with a straight face.
Molly lost it, and burst out laughing. She couldn't help it. He wasn't showing the slightest discomfort while saying these things and it was the funniest thing in the world. Maybe Molly was being immature, but she deserved a socially inept man talking about menstrual cycles in her kitchen at the moment.
Sherlock was looking at her as if she had lost it. Perhaps bi-polar? He thought to himself.
"What's so funny?" he was growing frustrated and was looking completely oblivious.
Molly giggled again, then tried to calm down "Nothing. Sorry." she coughed seriously
"I-I'm not Sherlock. I'm not menstruating. I-I'm just a little stressed." she said, her smile fading.
Sherlock shook his head, making his way over to her, somewhat worried for her health.
"Stress does not entirely explain the mood swings." Molly let out a chuckle.
"Are we going to argue over whether I am menstruating or not? Do you want me to show you or something?" she asked, not thinking once again. Sherlock nodded seriously
"If you believe that would suffice, then yes." Molly ducked her head, her face going beet red.
"No. I-um-" Only she could get into these awkward positions. Biting her lip, she looked back up.
"I'm fine Sherlock and I am not showing you my knickers." she said quickly. She almost hit herself for the billionth time today. Luckily, the kettle that she had almost forgotten about began to squeal.
"Thank you." she muttered to her savior of a kettle.
She focused on making her tea, and tried to distract herself from the awkward situation.
"That's too bad. I was planning on sleeping with you tonight." he said, and before Molly could turn around, he swiftly exited the room.
Molly's head was racing, when she walked into the living room, sitting next to Sherlock on the couch. He was watching some show on the telly, and wasn't even paying attention at her.
"Um, Sherlock?" she asked quietly. He let out a distracted mumble in response.
"What did you mean in the kitchen? By sleeping with me?" she asked, tapping on the sides of her mug nervously.
He fluttered his hand at her. "Nothing. Just something I used to do with John all the time."
Molly's eyes widened. He was gay. Why was it that every man she was interested in, gay? She had nothing against homosexuals of course but honestly? Why did all the attractive men in the world play for the other team?
Sherlock looked at her from the corner of his eye, seeing her appalled expression. He clicked his tongue.
"Not like that Molly. Whenever John was having emotional problems, I would sleep in the same bed as him. That way, his nightmares would cease, and I could have a fully functioning partner the next day." Molly couldn't help but think a great big "aww". "So, you two would like cuddle?" she asked, curious. Sherlock rolled his eyes.
"John would never let me near him in that way. He said people would talk. So I respected his wishes. Most of the time when I slept in the same bed with him, he never knew. I would sneak in when he was sleeping, usually when he was in midst of a nightmare." Tin man, you do have a heart. She thought with a smile.
"My mother used to allow me to sleep in her bed when I had a nightmare." he said, away in a memory. Molly couldn't help but grin over the thought of a little Sherlock cuddling with his mum.
"Why would you offer it to me?" she asked shyly, bringing her mug to her lips. Sherlock looked at her as if it was obvious.
"You are emotionally distraught over losing your best friend. I know what that is like." he said solemnly. Molly looked at him, almost pitying him
"Oh Sherlock." she muttered sadly. He ignored it.
"This way, Mia can have her own room." Molly smiled again. But then she remembered what had caught her in the first place. "But my knickers?" she asked quickly and abruptly.
"You sleep in solely your underwear and a tank top." he said with no emotion. Molly blinked "How-" Sherlock cut her off. "I've seen you sleep." Molly gawked at him.
"Y-you watch me sleep?" she asked in disbelief. She actually didn't mind, despite the creepiness of it. But having him see her in her underwear was a different story.
"It was an experiment." he said non-chalantly, turning his attention back to the television.
Molly huffed. She thought she was the stalker in their relationship.
Molly woke up to a bang coming from the television. She wasn't sure where she was at first, but she realized she was on the sofa, leaning against Sherlock. She tried to move, but realized his arm was tight around her. She would have stayed like that, because it was the best place to be in the world, but she could hear the baby whimpering in the cradle
"Um Sherlock." she whispered, not wanting to be rude. He wouldn't budge. She looked up at his face, realizing he was out like a light. She pushed harder on his side, trying to escape his tight grasp. Finally he stirred, and his eyes popped open. Molly looked up at him sheepishly.
"Hi." she whispered. "Oh hello." he muttered, not quite sure what to do since Molly was practically in his lap. "Hi." she blushed, not sure what else to say. She motioned to his arm around her. It took him a moment to register, but soon realized what she wanted.
"Right." he let go of her, muttering an apology.
"Thank you." she said, pushing herself off of the couch to tend to Mia.
Sherlock rubbed his eyes tiredly, his eyes still not adjusted to the bright television screen that was playing 2am infomercials. He turned and watched Molly rock the cradle back and forth.
"Shh. Go to sleep. It's alright." she whispered with a smile. The baby yawned and cooed sleepily, settling down.
"She seems to connect with your voice." Sherlock stated. Molly thought about it for a moment, not sure why he hadn't said that she connects with her, but she nodded. "Yeah. She does." she said without turning back around.
"Would you mind helping me move her crib into my bedroom?" she asked, breaking the silence.
"Your bedroom?" Sherlock inquired.
"I can't just leave her in the spare room by herself." she said sadly.
"Why not?" he asked puzzled. Realizing it before she could answer he muttered "Sentiment."
"She'd get lonely." she said, brushing her fingers through the baby's hair.
Letting out a yawn, Sherlock stood up on the sofa, stepping right over it skillfully. Molly blinked, looking at him strangely.
"What was that?" she asked
"I stepped over the sofa." he stated. Molly nodded, wide eyed. "Of course you did."
Molly picked up the baby in her arms as Sherlock carried the cradle easily into the back bedroom.
Molly rested the baby down, hoping not to wake her. Sherlock stood right next to her as she did so, almost hypnotized by her movements. Even as she looked up, his eyes were locked on her.
"Did I do something wrong?" she asked, paranoid. Sherlock shook his head.
"No. Well yes, you did, you usually do, but you are only human and therefore you are imperfect and you are excused." Molly glared at him.
"You're a good mother." he said, concluding himself. Molly blushed and looked at her feet. "We should get into bed." Molly nodded towards her bed.
"I mean if you would prefer to sleep in the spare room, I wouldn't be upset. Not that I would be happy if you slept with me. I mean um beside me not." she rambled. Sherlock cut her off
"Molly." he said in a partially scolding tone. Molly closed her mouth quickly.
"And you lie. You would be upset if I slept in the other room because you would be alone. Though you are usually alone, you prefer the company of others but are too shy to socialize to even meet an acquaintance. You also lie when you say you wouldn't be happy if I slept with you, in both aspects because you are extremely attracted to me and even if we didn't perform sexual acts, you would still be overjoyed." Molly's face went beet red.
"In fact you fantasize..." Molly refused to hear more and pointed to the doorway.
"Out." she ordered. Sherlock opened his mouth to protest, but Molly explained herself.
"I have to change, as do you." she explained. Sherlock sniffed.
"I'm right, and you know It." he stated. Molly pushed him gently to the doorway.
"Take your ego with you." she mumbled.
"Tall order." he smirked before exiting the room.
Molly was grinning uncontrollably as she rolled her eyes and shut the door. That man.
So it was a bit cheerier than the last chapter :) Hope you liked it. I'm not sure when I'll be updating again due to exams and CPTs. Reviews are appreciated!
