Day 7


His phone barely rang twice before he answered.

"Molly?" Sherlock said automatically, his mind immersed in the mystery of the crime scene he was currently inspecting with Lestrade.

"You need to come home." she answered in a hurry.

"Molly?" Sherlock repeated in confusion, his mind and body frozen by her quick and unexpected request.

"Come home. Now." Molly repeated, slightly out of breath.

Sherlock couldn't help the wave of panic that suddenly hit him, "Molly, are you alright?"

"Um, yes, Yes. I am fine. Just…just come home." she said hesitantly.

Alright, Panic is totally hitting him now.

"Darling, you are scaring me. What is wrong?" Sherlock shouted frantically, already turning away from the crime scene, ignoring Lestrade, and heading towards the main street to catch a cab.

He could clearly hear Molly swallowing nervously before she said, "Nothing is wrong. Just come home, please."

"Alright, alright. I am heading home now. But, please, tell me what's happening. What is going on? Are you hurt?"

No response.

"Molly? Why do you need me to come home now?" Sherlock shouted in frustration, not knowing what was happening.

"It's very important, I can't say why, but I promise you it is." Molly said quietly. "Don't worry, I am fine, but I really need you to be here now."

"Alright. I am on my way." Sherlock said, already hopping into a cab.

"Okay. Bye."

"No, don't go. Just keep talking to me." he shouted in full panic.

And that's how they spent the next 25 minutes until Sherlock arrived at 221B Baker Street.


"Molly?" Sherlock yelled, practically kicking the front door of his flat. His eyes quickly scanned the living room and the kitchen looking for his wife, but she was nowhere to be found.

"Molly?" he called again, walking down the corridor that led to their bedroom. As soon as he reached the bedroom's door, Sherlock slowly pushed the door that was already ajar to reveal the bedroom. His eyes quickly found Molly sitting in the middle of their bed, surrounded by a dozen of….. Pregnancy Test packages?!

"I bought them all." Molly quietly declared, without looking at him.

Slowly, Sherlock walked to sit on the edge of the bed, next to her. He took a deep breath, willing his heart to stop beating so strongly. Gently, he picked up Molly's right hand. A hand that was holding one of the pregnancy tests.

"What? Bought what?" Sherlock asked in a voice he hoped was steady and calm enough to not startle her. He knew the question was quite naive, given the fact that she was clearly talking about the 10 pregnancy tests scattered around his wife, surrounding her.

Exactly 10 pregnancy tests. All positive. Now that he looked a little closely.

How? Is this….?

Molly's soft voice cut through his thoughts, "I didn't trust my legs to take me to Barts now for a blood test. But, God, I couldn't wait so I ordered them all and they all came positive."

"Oh, Molly!" Sherlock whispered, tightly squeezing her hand.

Finally, Molly raised her eyes to meet his, "I am pregnant, Sherlock. We are going to be parents." she said softly, though her voice was laced with vulnerability and insecurity.

The dark shadow of a previous pregnancy loomed over them. An innocent soul that they lost before they even knew of it. The doctor said sometimes it happened with unknown reasons, especially as both parents were healthy.

For months, they started re-taking precautions because the pain was still too raw for them to even think of trying again. But, after six months, they decided they were both ready, emotionally and physically, for another one. And here they were, two more months later.

"I don't want to lose this one, too." Molly continued, feeling too weak to even raise her free hand and wipe away the stray tear that fell on her pale cheek.

"You won't, sweetheart. We won't." Sherlock added quickly, moving slightly so that he can take her in his arms.

"We will do everything we can to keep you and our baby safe." Sherlock said soothingly, tightening his arms around her and kissing her hair as she buried her head in his chest.

"But what if…." Molly said in a low frightened voice.

Sherlock interrupted her question, pulling away to look at her firmly, "Hey! You didn't do anything wrong. Do you understand me? You are not to be blamed for what happened before. And now we have this and that's what we need to focus on."

"Okay." Molly murmured, lowering her eyes to her hand that was holding one of the pregnancy tests preciously.

"Besides. That would be a priceless opportunity to start my observations." Sherlock continued.

"What?" Molly cried, instantly lifting her eyes to glare at him.

"My observations of your different mood swings and the baby's responses to different….."

"Complete that sentence and you are sleeping on the couch for the next eight months." Molly stated coldly. Gone was the scared vulnerable woman.

"But…." Sherlock stumbled.

"I am not an experiment, Sherlock. Neither is our child." Molly proclaimed angrily.

"But they are merely observations." Sherlock protested weakly, though deep inside, he was happy his words broke Molly out of her sad state.

Molly bit her lip, then said amusingly, shrugging her shoulders, "Only if you include me."

Sherlock smiled proudly, then leaned to kiss her, but she stopped him with her palm on his chest, "As a partner. Not a test subject." She said warningly, though the warning was mixed with a teasing smile.

"Noted. Who would turn down an offer to have such a partner?" Sherlock said, gently moving her hand from his chest and kissing her palm affectionately, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Cute. Smart. Clever. Beautiful." he continued, punctuating every word of praise with a kiss on her cheeks, nose and chin.

"And above all, the woman I love." and he leaned to finally kiss her deeply, both losing themselves in their happiness with the new chance, surrounded by the proof of the new life they created together.


And that is a wrap!

I admit I was waaaaaaaay behind schedule and the challenge was over like 2 weeks ago, but I really wanted to finish it :)

Thanks for everyone who read my stories and spared a little of their time writing a comment, following or adding the series to their favorites. 😘