The Science of Parenting

Rating: T

Author's Note: Hello all! I know it's been a long time. : I try my best, thank you! Rocking the Redhead: Thank you! I'd like to think Sherlock spent hours upon hours watching films with a parent/child relationship, reading books with parents in them but never reading books or watching specifically for parents as a guide. (Maybe that'll be a chapter?) MizJoely: I'm glad you understood! Truly is a look everyone should know, it's quite adorable! Thank you all!

Is this Really Happening?

Molly Holmes woke up nose to nose with Sherlock, her finally husband. She smiled softly; he looked like an angel in his sleep. Molly was more comfortable with her naked body after being together with Sherlock and she felt no need to cover up. She caressed his rough cheek covered in stubble, she loved his rugged look. She loved him. Her eyes danced around his features and landed on his perfectly messy curls. She brushed one away from his face and pecked his lips, careful not to wake him. Molly chewed on her bottom lip, lifting his arm slowly and slid out of his grasp.

When Sherlock curled up Molly couldn't help but giggle; he reminded her of Toby.

Molly walked over to her dresser mirror, looking down at her tummy. Her fingers grazed her tummy and her smile widened at the little bump that grew there.

"Oh my god, it wasn't faulty…"

"What wasn't faulty, Molly?"

Molly's breath caught in her throat. From her mirror she could see Sherlock staring at her with his head propped up on his elbow. At his smile Molly relaxed.

"I thought you were asleep," Molly sighed, she wondered if she should remove her hands from her stomach but surely Sherlock would notice and know she was hiding something.

"Please, Molly…" He rolled his eyes and Molly shook her head, muttering an apologizing.


"You never said what wasn't faulty."

Sherlock was behind Molly, his strong arms embracing her. She squeezed his hands, shaking her head. Sherlock kissed her shoulder, "We're married Molly and I don't intend to leave unless you kill me so I suggest you don't keep secrets from me."

Molly giggled, "I don't have a secret, husband."

Sherlock rolled his eyes, pressing another warm kiss at the nape of her neck, "Liar," he mumbled into her skin.

Molly stayed silent. When Sherlock's fingers fluttered around her taut tummy she decided he was right, she should tell him.

"Sherlock, do you remember four weeks ago-"

Molly's eyes widened and Sherlock's eyebrows furrowed. She ran out of the room and shot to the bathroom. Sherlock didn't even have time to process her leaving before he could hear her retching in the bathroom.


"Oh dear, what did you eat last night?"

Molly groaned against the toilet. Sherlock was knelt behind her, holding her hair and tried soothing her by caressing her bare back. Molly reached behind her and bumped into his nose. He let go of her hair and grasped her hand and gave it a kiss, "Are you better now, love?"

Molly nodded and Sherlock picked her up, carrying her bridal style back to the room. He gently laid her on the bed and Molly smiled at him, "Sherlock, I'm fine, it's not-"

Sherlock shushed her, "Molly, just rest and I'll make you something soft for your stomach."

"Sherlock, that's very sweet but-"

"No buts, I can't have my wife be sick, now can I?"

"Sherlock, I-" Ooh, wife… Molly could definitely get used to hearing that from his mouth. Sherlock rose and eyebrow and smirked at her flushed skin. Molly shook her head and tried to continue, "I'm not sick, I'm… pregnant."

Sherlock blinked.

"Pregnant."

Molly worriedly nodded. Oh no, oh no, oh no.

"You're pregnant."

"Sherlock-"

"You're pregnant. There's a life inside your stomach."

Sherlock couldn't help the force that was tugging at his lips. It was a smile Molly's only seen very few times before.

"Molly Holmes!"

Molly wanted to say something but Sherlock's eager lips had another plan. She mewled against his mouth and her fingers found their way to his curls. It was a loud kiss and when Sherlock pulled away Molly needed to catch her breath before speaking.

"You're not angry?"

"Absolutely not," Sherlock hopped on the bed and Molly squealed with laughter as he attacked her with kisses.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," he muttered over and over against her heated skin. His gentle kisses branched all the way down to her stomach, using the different languages he knew to say I love you. He pecked her stomach a bit more before whispering in her ear, "je t'aime, Mrs. Holmes."

Molly's cheeks hurt, she was smiling so much.

"Is this really happening?"

Sherlock pressed a loving lingering kiss to Molly's lips that caused her body to flush red.

"You better believe it."

"I love you too, Mr. Holmes."

Molly still couldn't believe she was married to such a wonderful man.