Chapter 10.

Thank you for all the reviews on your views on what will happen next lets hope your not disappointed. MuchLove.

Molly opened her eyes to the sound of the rain hammering on her bedroom window, it was not as bright as it was yesterday but Molly liked the rain, it brought out all of natures life and pushed the public indoors. As she predicted her street was quiet, no bustling on the paths or traffic jams, that's not to say it will be terrible in the middle of London, it was never not bad in London for traffic.

Molly lay comfortably mulling thoughts over in her head, she did not really remember much of yesterday apart from the obvious, it had all happened so fast, there was no time to stop and really breath. The good night's sleep had done her well, she felt better and a little brighter, that was until she got up, that oh so familiar wave of nausea came over her again and within moments she found herself giving her stomach contents to the toilet. She lay back against the bath; she knew that there where anti sickness tablets etc for those who were pregnant. But did she want to treat it like that, was she even going to keep it, WHY WAS SHE CALLING IT..IT?. Molly's hands covered her face, slowly getting up she made fast work of brushing her teeth, she hated being ill but sadly she could not avoid this one and needed to get things straight before returning to work.

After letting her boss know she was poorly Molly made her way to the kitchen to grab some breakfast, that was the thing about morning sickness, you went about as normal until your body decided to reject food, it was pretty pointless.
Molly sat down on her bed holding a mug of tea, the nausea was still there but was not having any physical effects, however Molly took into consideration she had never been pregnant before, or wanted to be pregnant and decided going to the pharmacy was the best solution, she couldn't keep going on like this.

Molly scrolled down the isle's until she came to the same place she was yesterday evening. She looked up at the ceiling and shook her head, this was all happening way to fast!.
After finding the most trusted brand of antisickness tablets she made her way to the counter and paid for them. Apon leaving she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket, it was a text, from John.
Have you seen Sherlock? Molly looked at the screen slightly confused, why would she know, unless he knew about them?. Oh god, not a good time to break the news Sherlock.
Molly was cautious in her reply.
No Sorry, he was in the lab yesterday, not seen him since. Pressing send she made her way back to the main road to hail a taxi. Thoughts once again reeling in her head.

Molly barely made it back indoors before once again hugging the toilet, it was within seconds of entering the smell of shoe polish brought back the strong nausea, she was glad she bought the tablets and swallowed them quickly after throwing up.

Molly was pleased and relieved when she woke just over an hour later feeling much better, the tablets lasted for 8 hours each and had relieved her of the nausea totally, along with the other symptoms she was having she was more than keen to get back to work.
Just as she was about to leave her house a knock came on the door, it was a soft knock, loud enough to be heard. Molly opened it happily, her mind was once again reeling when she saw who it was.

''Hello Sherlock'' she said with a smile, she was so confused about everything right now she had totally forgotten the second party in all of this, she needed to tell him but when where and how where going to be a huge problem.

''Are you feeling better?'' He asked, his hand tracing her arm as he walked in, she closed the door and placed her things down.
''Much better thanks'' It felt good not to need to lie, she really did feel better.
''So what was wrong, did you find out?'' He turned around and looked at her carefully.
''Umm..Yes it was something i ate the night before, must of been mild food poisoning or something im not sure'' She looked at him honestly, she knew she had been seen right through.
''And now the truth?'' God she felt like a child !.

''You really don't want to know the truth''
''Can i be the judge of that''
''Look Sherlock you know i have a habit of making things sound bad, i cannot risk that with this situation it needs to be told right, otherwise it will cause a whole lot of unwanted trouble''

''Molly, you never make things sound bad, you make them sound true, its one of the things i admire about you, now just tell me''
Molly knew there was no way of avoiding this conversation, how it was going to come out she did not know, but it was going to happen sooner or later, might as well be now.
''Ok Sherlock, sit down''
Sitting next to Sherlock she pulled her hand over to his, he sat passively looking at her for a while she wanted him to try and hug her, hold her do something bar then making her feel like she was about to admit to murder in the court of law.
''The thing is, well, it was not planned or anything i mean i would of told you if it was but well i found out last night that i was kind of pregnant.'' She looked down at the table. Not daring to see his face.
''How many weeks?''
''3- nearly 4''
''Always something!'' She looked up.
''What?''
''I knew you where pregnant Molly, your body was reacting emotionally before physically and i can see its still reacting physically now, i take it you are on the anti sickness tablets.''
''Oh My God, you knew, and you made me sit there and tell you''
''If i told you it would sound a bit weird, plus i am not always right, i predicted later than that, but i knew you would take a test etc and solve the problem of the sickness, your a smart woman, you must be feeling better to go back to work''
''Life does not stop just because your pregnant Sherlock'' Oh My Fucking God, the words pregnant and Sherlock should not be in the same sentence EVER.

Molly held her head in her hands, Sherlock stayed dead still but kept on talking.
''The thing that we need to sort out next is what we are going to do about this problem''
''PROBLEM'' Molly snapped her head up. ''Its not a problem Sherlock its a baby, a living thing, and we are responsible for it, and we cant keep it i mean, what are we, we are not exactly in a loving caring marriage fit to raise a kid, i do post mortems and you solve murders. What kind of kid wants to be brought up in a home like that, he goes to the fridge and see's a head sitting there i mean how can i explain that, to an adult thats normal, he or she would not have a normal life.'' Tears where streaming down her face.

''Molly is there something wrong?'' She looked at him, sadness in her eyes.
''I have not told you the most annoying part''
''What's that?''
''I cant get pregnant'' Molly was now holding back sobs. She had hidden the secret from herself ever since she found out, and it was not until this morning that she remembered she was told she was 90& infertile, the chances of her getting pregnant where 1 in 10, if she gave this up she might never become a mum.

It was then that Sherlock wrapped an arm around her shoulders and she was sobbing into his coat, he was now in a strange situation as well. Molly was right, it was not a case of now's not the right time it was a case of now is the only time, Sherlock never considered what Molly wanted to do, he did not want a child, she was in two minds about it, how would this one pan out. He was out of his comfort zone, out of control.

Molly looked up at his face, deep in thought, she moved away from him for a moment before talking once more.
''What should i do'' He turned to her

''I am not in a position to tell you what to do this time, i cannot make this choice for you and i refuse to pressure you into anything, i know that you want a child but not yet however like you just said the chances of it happening again are very slim, you don't want to risk it, lifes a roller coaster, you just have to ride it.'' He smiled softly at her
''And what is going to happen to us ?''
''That is again up to you''
Molly looked carefully at him but could not figure out what he was getting at. Sherlock enlightened her.
''Like i said, i cannot force you to do anything, you need to make the decission yourself, whatever the decission i can support you anyway i can however i cannot see into the future so i have no idea of what will happen to us, questions will be raised if you keep the baby, and i am nothing like a parental type my work is to severe and not something you want to bring a child up in. But you may not get another chance to have a family, you may not get another chance for this happiness of your own. So i cannot tell you what to do i cannot make this choice, i can only agree but i know i will always support you, even if we are not together.''

The tears continued to run down Molly's face, Sherlock looked passive to the emotion or confusion as he called it inside his own head. Being strong for the hormonal and extreamly distressed woman was what he needed to do, he continued to hold her close, waiting for the sobbing to slow or stop there was nothing else he could say, nothing could make the situation any better apart from Molly's descission. Molly rose from his chest reluctantly, she had began to settle but was very tired she knew what she wanted more it was not a hard choice, but it was something that she needed to really consider first.

''This is the part where we should really end up having sex, falling asleep in each others arms with you saying everything will be ok, thats what normal people would do.''

Sherlock smirked at her humor, the old Molly was still there. ''We are not normal people''

Molly laughed and hugged him tightly, he pulled her onto his lap where she curled into his tall frame, she could feel his fingers tracing though her hair, massaging her head and neck softly before he placed a kiss to her forehead, he said nothing.

It must of been a fair few hours Sherlock sat perfectly still thinking about what might happen. He did not want to leave Molly or her company, but he needed to think logically that he would not make a good father to the child and even though he would still support her he would be continue a relationship with her, his work was dangerous he had people out there that really disliked him, he would put everyone he cared of the most in danger, its not that relationships wernt his thing, it was that his work was his life and being in his life was a sacrafice as it was.

He came out of his trance when Molly stirred on his chest, her body was warm against his, her breathing slow and settled, she was so peaceful and relaxed in such a deep sleep. He scooped her up with ease and took her into her bedroom laying her softly on the cool bed, he covered her body with the duvet before preparing to leave. Molly stirred again.

''Dont leave Sherlock'' she mumbled sleepily, Sherlock turned, she still looked sound asleep and knew he needed to give her time to think, him being here in the morning would do nothing good for her. He left the flat silently. Molly did not stir for the rest of the night.

I have not forgotten you at all, i know i have most likely lost intrest however a family death caused me to stay offline for a fair while, anyway im back and hope you liked the chapter, what will Molly do your views ?. XX