Thanks for all the reviews everyone, you are all great and I love you all! This chapter is basically pure fluff (honestly I should probably put a cavity warning on it or something), and it explores Sherlock's involvement with the pregnancy and the new territory he's in. it's been fin experimenting with this and hopefully you all like it too!

Ever After

The clean smell of the doctor's office spins around Sherlock's head, making him more uncomfortable than he already was. The white walls were filled with posters and pictures of developing fetuses and the stages of pregnancy, things he already knew but suddenly felt were foreign to him as he treaded these new waters that felt like they were suffocating him.

He was happy they were having another baby, longed to feel the same overpowering love he felt when Annabelle had come into the world and suddenly everything else was put into perspective for him. But there was a part of him that, although it would never be admitted out loud, that was terrified. He hadn't been there for Molly the first time and had instead left her to put together a life for something he helped create. It had been selfish and so very much like him that the thought made him ill.

This was why he was sitting in this office, in the hard uncomfortable plastic chair as Molly thumbed through a magazine and seemed completely at ease while he was fighting his mind for control of his thoughts. He envied her ability to simply relax. She did however seem to sense his discomfort, mainly because he hadn't stopped fidgeting in the last five minutes or so and she smiles sweetly and grips one of his hands in her own.

"Sherlock it's alright, you've nothing to be nervous about. This is all routine." She cocks her to the side and studies him. "You look tired."

She sees the dark circles under his eyes that mark the normally pale alabaster skin and she frowns, the lines in her forehead becoming visible.

"I wasn't able to sleep last night. Too much to think about," he shrugs. If he was being honest he had only been able to think about one thing last night and the idea had rendered him helpless when it came to sleep. "It's very easy for things to go wrong on these occasions."

At the whispered words Molly's hazel eyes shoot up and meet jade green, widening in surprise. She bites her bottom lip, the habit he's noticed since he first walked through the doors of the morgue and found a mousy young woman he didn't know with her hands plunged in the corpse of his victim.

"Nothing is going to happen," she whispers, smoothing back his hair, "I'm fine and the baby's fine. You're such a worrier." She pecks his lips before settling back in her chair, keeping her fingers tightly intertwined with his.

Sherlock lets out a deep breath and prays she's right, knowing it's nothing more than his overactive mind keeping him in the shadows and torturing him with thoughts that Molly seemed to deem ridiculous. Still, it didn't stop his stomach from tying itself in knots when a young nurse with dark hair called Molly's name and she gathered her purse as she urged Sherlock to his feet, still holding his hand. He rests his hand on the small of her back and trails behind her, hearing the rustle of the paper gown as she takes it in her hands and smiles politely at the nurse before she leaves the room.

"I'll be back," she announces, disappearing into the bathroom and leaving him to awkwardly settle into yet another plastic chair as he crossed his arms and looked around the room. She emerges just a few minutes later, now wearing the gown and smiling sheepishly as Sherlock raises an eyebrow.

"Very chic," he comments as she giggles, settling on the table and swinging her legs back and forth. He seems to have swallowed some of his earlier fears and now he felt impatience creeping up on him quickly.

He's ready to open his mouth and comment when a knock sounds at the door and his head perks up as an older, kind eyed woman walks into the room and smiles at Molly.

"So we're having another baby here aren't we?" she smiles and Molly nods her head excitedly before looking at Sherlock.

"This is my husband Sherlock," she says after a moment, forgetting the detective and the doctor were strangers. Sherlock nodded his head politely and stuck his hand out.

"Nice to meet you."

Introductions are finished quickly before Doctor Jameson and Molly discuss her symptoms and things Sherlock was keen on blocking out, pretending to be engrossed in the poster above his head before he saw her retreat from the room. He breathes a sigh of what seems like relief and Molly rolls her eyes.

There's another knock on the door just moments later and another younger woman steps in and says hello to both of them. Sherlock finds her constant cheer slightly annoying but he keeps his opinions to himself for once, the last thing he needs is an angry Molly after all.

"Alright you two, I'm Tracy, your ultrasound technician," she pulls out a bottle of blue gel and types something on the keyboard beside her. "Let's take a look at your baby huh?"

He watches Molly instantly lift her gown up; revealing her stomach that has the slightest hint of a swell, with ease and remembers she knows the procedure already. This second nature to her. Tracy mutters something that he blocks out, his eyes watching Molly's eyes widen as the gel makes contact with her skin and she mumbles something under her breath.

"Sorry, it's a little cold," Tracy apologizes. She pulls out the wand and gently presses it against Molly's stomach, adjusting it for a few seconds before she laughs triumphantly and turns the screen in front of her towards Molly and Sherlock.

Instantly Molly seems to be in tears, squeezing Sherlock's hand tightly while he just stares ahead. Finally, he looks down at her and then back up at the screen, one corner of his mouth tipped up slightly. The image was grainy but he could see it plain as day. While it still somewhat resembled a blob he felt is chest tighten as he looked at his child and he found himself squeezing Molly's fingers in response, pressing a kiss to her hair.

"Do you see it?" she squeaks, not able to tear her eyes away from the screen. Sherlock huffs out a little laugh and kisses her once more, murmuring in her ear softly.

"I see it love, I see it."