** For those of you who are Sherlolly shippers, do not worry, I am not going to break them up as I am an avid Sherlolly shipper, I just felt that my story was getting quiet boring and needed some excitement. Anyone spot the doctor who reference in the last chapter? **
Sherlock stared at the empty seat in front of him. He didn't know what to do. He'd never experienced this before and he blamed John for putting him in this situation.
Sherlock was sitting on the sofa of 221B complaining to John about Molly leaving for the weekend. "I don't see why I couldn't go with her." John sighed and rolled his eyes. Since Molly and Sherlock's relationship began his friend had become increasingly annoying at times. "It's an all girls weekend Sherlock. I'm pretty sure you don't fit into that category." He joked, however Sherlock was not in the mood for jokes. He scowled at John and continued his rant, "I am her boyfriend as they say. Why can't I go along?" He moaned. John got out of his chair and walked to the kitchen. He was really starting to regret allowing Mary to go shopping with his mother and Amelia. "Sherlock, if you miss her that much why don't you marry her? That way you get a say in what she does and doesn't do." He had been joking however Sherlock seemed quiet serious about the idea. "That is a brilliant idea John!" He shouted as he got out of his seat. "Sherlock, you can't just marry Molly to control her." He told the detective. "No, you don't understand John. Our relationship has been great over the past 5 months and as I have been subject to sentiment for a while now, I am feeling the effects and rather missing her when she goes away. If I marry her I won't feel that as often as I'm inclined to go places with her. Besides, if I am honest I have felt a connection with Molly since that Christmas party." John laughed, he remember the Christmas party and the rather harsh words his friend had said to poor Molly Hooper. "You where jealous, weren't you?" He asked Sherlock. Sherlock looked away from John's gaze. "Oh. My. God! You where bloody jealous, and then when you found out it was addressed to you… that's why you kissed her cheek!" Sherlock snapped his head up, "Nice observational skills John, however the matter still remains, do I propose or not?" John laughed at Sherlock, but upon noting Sherlock's rather serious face decided to answer appropriately, "Well you've known her for 6 years and considering the Christmas party was 2 years ago, I suggest you do marry her before she gets sick of you and leaves." John added a joke at the end which Sherlock did not enjoy, however agreed with what John had to say. "I will propose." He replied and after that he left the flat to make some preparations.
Sherlock decided to follow Molly out of the restaurant. He quickly paid the bill so he could speak to her before she left in a cab. "Molly?" He called out as he exited the door to the restaurant. Molly was huddled up in a doorway waiting for a cab to pass by. She heard his voice and peaked round the corner of the wall. She could see his sad face and a twinge of guilt ran through her mind. She stepped out of the doorway and sheepishly walked over to him. She rubbed the bare parts of her arms, she hadn't realised how cold the night would be, though she should have thought better as it was the beginning of November. "Sher…" she had started to speak but he just wrapped himself around her and tried to keep her warm. "Molly, I understand if you do not want to marry me, considering that I am a sociopath but no matter what it won't lessen my affection for you." He mumbled in to the top of her head as he kissed it. She pulled away from him so she could look at his face. "You are a silly man," She muttered, "It's not that I don't want to marry you. Of course I do. For 6 years of my life I've known you and for 5 of those I've been in love with you, but is it what you want Sherlock?" He looked at the small woman in his arms. It was very clear she had been crying, but he could see something else with in her expression. Worry or fear?
He remembered that she had asked a question, "Yes Molly Hooper. I want to marry you. I cannot stand to be away from you and being your husband means I wouldn't have to be" She giggled at his reply and kissed him on the lips. He pulled away to take his jacket off and wrapped it around her. "I guess that means I should tell you my answer" She whispered at him, leaning in to him. She pushed herself up towards his face using her tiptoes and planted a kiss on his cheek before whispering in his ear, "Yes.".
After a short cab ride to 221 Baker Street and a rather lengthy discussion about who to inform about the proposal, Molly and Sherlock where sat on the sofa of 221B. Molly stroked Sherlock's curls, like he was a cat, whilst he explored his mind palace. He was trying to remember al the planning he had participated in with Mary and John's wedding but it seemed it didn't fit with Molly. She wasn't the type of woman Mary was and he wasn't the type of man John was.
Meanwhile Molly was thinking about all sorts of wedding details such as the dress, the venue, the guests, the food, the entertainment and even the jewellery. After worry about all the planning such began to think what married life would be like, especially as she would be married to Sherlock. Of course he would be insensitive at times and needy at other times but he would also be helpful. She wondered if she would ever go on another case with him and though she shouldn't have she imagined what it would be like if they had children.
In the early hours of the morning Molly and Sherlock finally went to bed however sleeping wasn't on the agenda for a few more hours.
It had been three weeks since Sherlock had proposed and he was on a case with John. Mary and Amelia had come to see Molly and talk about the wedding plans. Molly held Amelia in her arms, she had grown considerably since she last saw her and she smiled down at the blonde haired child. Her blue eyes stared up at Molly intently. "So Molly, have you decided on a dress yet?" Mary asked as she warmed a bottle up for Amelia in the small kitchen of 221B. "I'm struggling at the moment. I don't want to go overboard but I don't want to look to plain." Molly replied. Mary entered the living room again and handed Molly the bottle. She began feeding Amelia when she suddenly felt sick. She stood up and handed Amelia to Mary, "I'm sorry. I'll be back in a minute." She ran to the bathroom and flipped the toilet seat up. . After being sick she sat on the bathroom floor with her head in her hands. This was the fifth time she had been sick today, not including the other times this week and she was beginning to worry. I shouldn't think this but there is a possibility, isn't there? She thought to herself.
When she came back into the living room Mary stared at her with a worry look. "Molly, are you okay?" Molly nodded but a tear escaped her eye and ran down her cheek. Mary placed Amelia in her car seat and went to hug Molly. "I think I'm pregnant." She whispered to Mary. Mary patted Molly's back and tried her best to console her. "How do I tell him?" She whimpered. Mary released Molly from her hug and wiped the tears from her face. "If you are I will help you." She told her as she picked up her coat. "Where are you going?" Molly asked Mary, rather confused. "We are going to the pharmacy" Mary replied.
When Molly, Mary and Amelia arrived at the pharmacy they didn't expect to see who they did, John and Sherlock where interviewing a woman at the front desk. "Olivia, I need you to answer this question. It is of a very high importance and your pharmacy could be closed if I do not find out who gave Mr Cooper the incorrect dosage." The woman behind the desk looked rather flustered but continued to answer Sherlock's questions. He began to walk out of the pharmacy when he spotted Molly and Mary in the beauty section. "Molly? Mary? What are you two doing here?" He was rather confused as to why they would be in a pharmacy. He looked at Molly trying to decipher why she was here without her answering as at that moment in time she seemed to be frozen in shock. It was evident that she had been crying and that she had dressed in a hurry considering she was wearing a plain t-shirt, jeans and a rather large cardigan she hadn't wore for at least 4 months. She was also wearing her black flats which had seen better days. Molly's hair was up in a messy bun which also meant she had not taken much time to get ready. Last night's make up was also still visible on her face meaning she hadn't taken her usual morning shower yet.
Mary nudged Molly and she began to explain, "Well, I had a headache and couldn't find any paracetamol in the flat so we decided to go to the pharmacy and we got sidetracked looking at the products." She smiled slightly at Sherlock but he knew she was lying. "Molly, please step outside a moment?" He asked her. She did as she was asked not wanting to upset. When they were outside he began to talk, "Molly, I know when you are lying so please just tell me the truth. We are getting married soon and therefore you cannot lie to your husband or me in general for that matter." She nodded to show she understood what he was saying and began to explain, "I've been sick a few times this week and today was particularly bad and well I didn't want to think this a possibility but…I think I am pregnant Sherlock." He stood staring at her taking in the information she had given him. All he could think was how did he miss the signs? She was always in the bathroom when she visited 221B, her usual food choices had slightly changed, but he just hadn't figured it out."Sherlock?" Molly was waiting for him to say something and yet he didn't and she was beginning to worry now. He pulled Molly into a hug and whispered into her hair, "Although I am rather shocked and admittedly scared, I think this is great news." He leant down to kiss her on her cheek and took hold of her hand. They walked back into the pharmacy and bought four pregnancy tests. "Just to be absolutely positive" She whispered to a confused Sherlock as she paid the member of staff behind the desk.
When John and Mary had left 221B Molly decided it was time to take the pregnancy tests. After spending an awful long time in the bathroom, she called for Sherlock. He walked slowly to the bathroom unsure of what to expect. As he entered the bathroom she pointed to the sink. He looked in the sink to see four positive pregnancy tests. He turned to face Molly and wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her on the lips. She smiled against his lips and they stayed like that for quiet a while.
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