His understanding of being a father, of knowing that there was a child in this world that was his, a little girl no less... Maybe the whole situation would be clearer if the child were male, but it was a girl, named Anne who was two years and three month.

On certain days it bothered Molly deeply, not knowing about those things; not being able to just look him in the eyes and ask the questions that she so desperately needed to ask, but which just wouldn't pass her lips.

Even if she were able to vocalize the questions, Molly was certain she wouldn't get an answer or anything she would receive could hurt far too much.

So she waited. She remained silent. It was for the best really, but it didn't keep her from thinking about it once in a while.

Most of the time it was when Anne had done something outstanding; for instance, when she learned to walk or spoke her first words. All those milestones which meant so very much to Molly, but which will never mean anything to Sherlock, he just took them for granted. That was his way of dealing with the situation.

Molly loathed refering to her life as a situation. It was infuriating for her life; her small family was no simple situation. Her life was worth living, her daughter deserved a future. The sad thing was there were times when Molly didn't believe in those premises, because sometimes, she hated her life and sometimes, she saw no future.


The sequel "Lonesome World" is updated as well! Have fun ;)