Thank you for all the reviews and everything guys. This chapter took me a long time to update and my updates in the future too might be a little slower. `Sigh` Since I will be busy with my studies for a while.

Molly has no idea why but she suspects it's for a case, that she found herself being hauled into the car towards London this evening even though they were supposed to leave tomorrow morning.

Sherlock did not even give her any proper warning, instead he just packed her overnight bag without asking her, ran down the stairs excitedly to where she was laughing with Mummy and Daddy( They were actually laughing on her morbid jokes. God, can she abduct them?) and told her they have to go to London immediately, not answering her question why, which led her to the conclusion of the reason being a very interesting case, probably a eight, since Sherlock's refused to settle for anything less than that during her pregnancy.

She had refused at first, thinking it would be rude to leave his parents house so suddenly, but his parents convinced her to leave themselves with a suspicious mischievous smile on their face, as if they knew something she didn't, stating it's absolutely fine and that they would give a short visit them at London very soon.

Now, she finds herself in the car with Sherlock driving, looking excited and something more she couldn't place, and on her way towards London.

At least, that's what she thinks until she notices the road they are on right now and it certainly is not towards her new home. No not only it is not towards London, it's actually towards her home town.

''Sherlock, where are we going?" She sits up straight from where she is slouching on the seat. "Don't tell me you are taking me directly towards the crime scene?" Has some sort of crime occur at her town?

Sherlock does not reply and gives her a sideways smile.

She sighs and sets her eyes back on the road.

Sherlock Holmes has planned on being mysterious today and she know nothing she say is going to make him spill where they are going.

This Drama Queen.

She relaxes back in her seat and munches on the packet of chips she brought with her.

She is always so hungry these days.

Have you done it yet? God, you are awfully slow.

JW

Excuse me? I am not slow. I just have a master plan that's going to take a little long time to execute.

SH

Sherlock, are you actually scared? If so, my previous offer still stands.

MW

And I still refuse. I am not scared, I just have a plan that I can get on with if you and your husband stops pestering me.

SH

Wait...Plan? What Plan? From my personal experience, it always leads to trouble when you have a plan.

JW

You are paranoid.

SH

What? What plan? I smell trouble.

MW

Paranoid. You and John really suit each other.

SH

"Sherlock?" She asks as he helps her get out of the car. "Here? Why? I don't understand."

He still doesn't say anything, taking her hand in his and leading her towards the church. The very church in which her father and mother got married. Molly looks around the place, taking her surrounding in, remembering all the times she has come here after her mother's death in her childhood and then her father. Her father used to take her here and tell her stories of her mother. Sometimes he would tell her about there marriage day, sometimes how they met, about what kind of a person her mother was, funny stories, sad stories-everything.

After her father died she would come here alone and think about her father and mother, taking strength from this place whenever she felt sad. Countless times has she come here after Sherlock's supposed death.

Why has he bring her here today?

They slowly walks inside the chapel, walking down the aisle. They stop in front of the Altar.

"I know this place has deep sentimental value for you. That your father used to bring you here as a child and that you want to get married here." he begins in his deep baritone, standing behind her.

She turns around to face him."I- How do you know that?"

He cocks his head to the side. "You were the one who told me."

She furrows her brows. "When?" She doesn't remember saying anything like that.

"Quite a few years back."

Ohh..She must have blurted something like that out in the early days of her relationship, when she was trying to make conversations with Sherlock. Well, a conversation which involved her babbling nervously and Sherlock completely ignoring her with occasional nods or sound of assent from him which she is sure was given in an attempt to shut her up than him actually listening. But, could it be, he listened? And even if he did, didn't he delete this things?

She smiles up at him. "I thought you deleted things like that- mundane, boring sentimental things." She fiddles with the hem of her jumper and looks down. "I didn't think you listened in the first place."

He gives her a confused, crooked smile. "I never delete anything when it comes to you-I can't and I always listened."

Her grin is so wide that her cheeks has started to hurt. She still doesn't understand why he has brought her here though.

"You are a sentimental person Molly and I thought I should do this on a place where you have memories in, where you actually want to get married in," He was speaking softly but intensely, his hands behind his back. The way he said those words gives her the impression they were rehearsed before hand. Is this what she thinks this is?

"Do what in?" She asks, unable to take the suspense any longer.

"Will you just shut up and let me finish?" He asks, frustrated, his nerves getting the better of him. He closes his eyes when he realises he is being rude, opens them and starts again, " Sorry. I am just-" He takes another shaky breathe and fixes his gaze on her brown ones.

"I don't believe in God Molly-never have, never will- but if there ever was any deity any higher power- something, I would like to thank it for bringing you in my life," He moves one hand from behind his back and lightly touches her stomach,"For this little one who is about to come in our life. Your existence is enough to make me happy and I hope I do the same for you."

He smiles warmly and brings forth his other hand which was containing a box, a box which had an oval shaped green sapphire with diamond on the sides.

"Will you marry me?" His deep reverberating voice pops the question for some reason she never thought she would hear.

She stares at him, completely taken aback, unable to reply. She never expected for him to ask her this particular question, never anticipated and the answer should be yes, it is yes and yet she finds herself unable to answer him, her mind going black and irrational fear taking precedence over her happiness.

He is waiting patiently for her to answer, even though she can see he is getting impatient inwardly,

Instead of saying yes, she asks him,"Sherlock- I- Can I have some time to think?"

She sees his face go completely devoid of emotions, his smile being wiped off and replaced by bewilderment, hurt and a hint of anger in his eyes. "Time? Why do you need time?" He shakes his head as he starts pocketing the ring back. "You might as well tell me you mean no, then." Of course, he will come to a conclusion like that. That she is rejecting him. "It's fine-I get it- I completely get it. Let's go back, yeah, let's go back- it's getting late. I will wait for you in the car," he tries to pretend that it is not a big deal, that he is not hurt and yet she can see the rigidity in his body.

No, she can't let him walk away with a face like that.

He turns around and starts walking away, but she moves as fast as she can and hugs him from behind, her hands coming round his waist as she places her head on his back. He doesn't move or say anything.

"It's not that, Sherlock- not that. I am not rejecting you- the answer is not no-it's not that. It's just- I just- I can't explain it- but please, can I have some time? Please?"

He still doesn't utter one word, standing like an unmoving statue.

"I love you- understand- it's not no.It's just-," How does she explain something to him she doesn't understand fully herself? She presses herself closer to him. "Please," She says again.

She slowly feels him relax against her and the turns around in her arms, taking hold of her one hand in the process and gently rubbing it. His face a lot gentler, the indifferent expression that was there minutes before going away. "Fine. I don't understand, but I am going to take your word for it and wait- wait for you to say yes. Just don't make me wait too long."

She smiles gratefully.

He gives her an uncertain smile and slowly pulls her into his arms, her hands touching his neck and his going around her waist.

Please review, they are my lifeline. Constructive criticism is hugely appreciated.

ohh and please don't come with knife and spears for me after this chapter. Everything will sort itself out.

The church concept was kinda inspired by Bellarsam Chrisjulittle's My 30Day Sherlolly challange, by the way. I f you haven't already checked out her work, you should. She is so good.

PS. I just edited the story a bit...so do not concern yourself with unnecessary updates. The typos are just horrible.