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Missing Molly
Sherlock wasn't sure what woke him from his dreamless slumber - yes he Sherlock Holmes actually really sleeps, but he laid there in bed on his side listening for anything that might be out of ordinary. After a few moments, Sherlock sighed deeply before rolling onto his back. He didn't want to look at the spot where Molly normally sleeps. The pathology conference in Cardiff was ridiculous and he was going to make sure she never left him overnight like this again. Stretching out his arm, Sherlock went to pull her pillow to him, but he encountered a small body instead.
"Daddy?" a little voice whispered into the darkness.
"Lizzy, what are you doing in here?" he replied softly as he turned on his side to face his four-year-old daughter. He'd tucked her into bed hours ago and she'd been sound asleep when he left her room. Her sneaking into his room must have been what awoke him.
"I miss Mummy." She whispered as she shifted closer to his side. Sherlock gently pulled her into his warmth and wrapped his arms around her little body. She'd been a cuddler since the day she was born, definitely Molly's gens and not his, Lizzy especially liked to cuddle with men which her mother and grandmother found absolutely hilarious, three of her favourite 'victims' besides himself were her Uncle Mycroft, her Uncle John and her Uncle Graham... or maybe Geoff? They'd all fallen under spell the very first moment they'd laid eyes on her.
"I miss Mummy too, 'my little bee'. She'll be home tomorrow." Sherlock reassured his little girl as she snuggled into his chest and wrapped her little arm around his chest. Her small finger danced a pattern across his back and Sherlock laid his lips against the crown of her head.
"Daddy?"
"Hmm?" Sherlock hummed against her head.
"What is the baby's name going to be?" she asked.
"Well Mummy and I haven't exactly decided what to name him." Sherlock answered. Lizzy was a very astute little girl and she'd overheard several of Molly's and his debates over what to name the baby boy she now carried.
"But he has to have a name, Daddy!" Lizzy protested before letting out a loud yawn. Sherlock pulled her closer and placed a kiss to her temple which was covered with soft brown curly hair.
"I know, sweet 'bee'. Mummy and I will pick a name really soon. I promise." Sherlock whispered.
"Okay. Night, Daddy." She whispered before drifting off to sleep. Sherlock just smiled and closed his eyes.
A weight settling on the mattress woke Sherlock the next morning. He was on his back with Lizzy sprawled across his chest. Her head was pillowed in the curve of his right arm and her body rested across his chest and abdomen. Sherlock looked to his right to see his six-month pregnant wife smiling down at both of them.
"Found a new bed partner, huh?" Molly whispered before slipping off her shoes and curling up against his side.
"She wandered in here in the middle of the night. She said she missed her Mummy, how could I say no to her?" Sherlock said before leaning down to kiss Molly's lips he missed so much.
"Awww, my baby; I missed her too!" Molly sighed as she leaned down to press a kiss to Lizzy's hand that was resting on Sherlock's arm.
"She was grilling me in the middle of the night why her baby brother didn't have a name yet." Sherlock said with a light chuckle. "She's so your child."
"Hey," she slapped slightly his arm "I like that she knows how to get what she wants. Although she gets that natural curiosity bit from you." Molly said with a grin.
"She is the perfect blend of us." Sherlock replied and rolled his eyes. "So any ideas come to you?"
"You know, I was thinking about that last night when I couldn't sleep. I really like the name Frederic," Molly said as she watched her husband's face for a reaction. All other names she had suggested had caused a frown or scowl to cross Sherlock's face, but this one garnered a thoughtful expression.
"I like Frederic," Sherlock answered after a few moments of silence.
"Me too," a little voice added. Sherlock and Molly looked down to see their daughter's piercing blue-green eyes, so much like her father's, staring at them.
"You do?" Molly asked with a smile.
"Yep!" Lizzy replied, popping out loud the p, before climbing over her father to move into her mother's arms. She settled into the space between Sherlock and Molly. Sherlock repositioned himself so he was facing Molly, Lizzy pressed her back against her father's chest, her head laid on her mother's chest and her little hands rested on the bump that held her little brother.
"Do you like the name Frederic?" she whispered to the bump causing both of her parents to grin. The baby gave a kick that had them all laughing.
"Frederic Holmes, it is," Sherlock said.
"Frederic William Holmes," Molly added.
"Perfect," Lizzy whispered.
