AN - Hello again dears. I hope you're all having a lovely weekend. I'd say this is more of a fic-let than a drabble, it's just a sweet little moment that I had to write. Much love to you all :)


"Samantha?"

Molly's nose wrinkled.

"Emily?"

"Emily Hooper-Holmes...okay, put it on the maybe list." Molly replied after a little thought.

Molly sat on the sofa, Sherlock stretched out with his head in her lap, his cheek occasionally brushing her protruding belly.

"Helen?" Sherlock asked, flipping to another random page of the baby names book he clutched in his hands.

"Ummm..."

Sherlock sighed. Conversations of a similar nature had happened regularly in recent months.

"Molly, this short-list of names is going to be extremely short if we don't make some decisions soon. So far we only have Emily and Lydia." Sherlock flipped to another page.

"I know but...well, I just don't think any of the others we've thought of will suit her." Molly shrugged with a smile, drawing patterns on her ever expanding baby bump with her fingertips.

"Well, you're the one who decided to go back on our deal, love. I could have decided on her name weeks ago." Sherlock said with a smug smile.

"You didn't really think I was going to stick to that deal, did you?"

"And why not? You agreed, you named Dominick so I could name our daughter."

Molly's bottom lip began to quiver, tears threatening to spring to her eyes. "I thought you liked Dominick's name?" She asked in a small voice.

Sherlock immediately felt terrible, as he always did when Molly was in any way upset. "Of course I do, love. Forgive me." The consulting detective laid the baby names book down on his chest for a moment, taking his wife's hand an pressing a kiss to her knuckles. The occupant of Molly's baby bump shifted. Sherlock wasn't sure if it was an elbow or a foot, but something protruded underneath Molly's skin for a moment before disappearing again.

"Well, someone's awake." Molly giggled, her mood having improved again.

Sherlock sat up, turning to place a kiss on Molly's belly, where the little foot or elbow had struck out. "Hello sweetheart. And what would you like your name to be?" He pressed his ear against Molly's bump and waited. Eventually he looked at Molly with a grin. "It would seem our daughter is as undecided as we are."

Molly giggled and rolled her eyes. "You'd better read out some more names then."

Sherlock settled himself in Molly's lap again, baby names book held up in front of his face once more. "Charlotte?"

"Only if we can shorten it to Charlie."

Sherlock snorted. "Absolutely not. Grace?"

"Awww little Gracie!" Molly giggled. "Add it to the maybe list."

"Arabella?"

"Arabella Hooper-Holmes? Really? With a middle name it'll take her half an hour to write her own name."

Sherlock looked up at Molly. "Middle name?"

Molly shrugged. "I was thinking Martha."

"Martha?"

A sigh slipped from Molly's lips. "Mrs. Hudson's name."

"Oh. Well I suppose that would be acceptable."

Molly rolled her eyes again, ruffling her husbands unruly curls. Sherlock flipped a through a few more pages of the book.

"Katherine?"

Molly considered for a moment. "Katie?"

Sherlock sighed. "Fine. Josephine?"

"Maybe."

"Isabel?"

The baby kicked.

Molly giggled, looking over her belly at Sherlock. "Say that one again."

Sherlock sat up, resting one hand against Molly's bump. "Isabel."

Another kick.

"I don't think she's undecided any more." Molly laughed, affectionately patting the swell of her belly.

"It would seem so. Isabel Martha Hooper-Holmes." Sherlock tested out his daughter's new name, pronouncing each syllable reverentially.

"Now that's settled, Isabel and I are hungry." Molly awkwardly eased herself off the sofa and made for the kitchen, stopping just before she pulled the fridge open to look at Sherlock. "That foot you got from the morgue yesterday better not be in here."