Hola Amigos. I really love this chapter. I think Sherlock and Molly would make great parents. Sorry I haven't been on in a while. I've been having the world's longest writer's block. I may do another story with Sherlock and Molly and their child but I'm not sure if the baby should be a girl or a boy and I'm at a lost for names. If You have any suggestions please feel free to comment. And as always, reviews and comments are alway appreciated Thanks!
Molly Holmes sat in John Watson's old reclining chair as she stared out the window of 221B Baker Street. She placed a hand on her stomach as she felt a little kick inside her.
"Good morning baby. I haven't felt you all day." Molly said softly.
Just down the stairs, Sherlock Holmes was making his way up the to his flat, but he stopped when he heard a soft voice. He had heard what Molly said.
"Your daddy should be home soon. When he get's here you should say hi to him too. He hasn't got to say hi yet. Well, he has but you never respond back. You are his son I suppose."
"I say hi back." Sherlock said as he gently wrapped his arms around Molly causing her to jolt.
"Sherlock! How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough to know that you talk to the baby when you're alone." Sherlock had a mischievous grin on his face.
Molly laughed. "He keeps me company. I sound absolutely insane. Talking to a baby."
Sherlock wrapped his hands around Molly's shoulders and kissed her forehead. "You are not insane. Besides, we need to find someway for him to talk to me."
Molly laughed. "Well this might be your chance. He's kicking!"
Sherlock knelt down and placed two of his hands on Molly's stomach. He felt the small thing inside his wife give a weak nudge against his hand. "Hello. This is your dad. You don't know me yet and to be honest I don't really know you. Or any baby for that matter. I'm very new at this and really have no idea what to say to a small fetus. But I can tell you this. You have a beautiful mum who knows what to do. I'm your clever father who has no idea what to do. No matter how you turn out, no matter how many dirty nappies I will be forced against my will to change, no matter how many time I get things wrong, just know you have a family. And you will be loved."
Molly couldn't hold back the tears that were now streaming down her face.
"Don't cry Molly." Sherlock really had no idea why she was crying. He didn't think he had said anything bad or mean.
"I'm not mad Sherlock." Molly said wrapping her hands around Sherlock.
"Oh. Happy tears?" Sherlock asked. The only other time he had caused these were at John and Mary's wedding.
"Yes Sherlock. Very happy tears." Molly gave Sherlock a small kiss and backed away as an idea came to her.
"Oh yeah, Mary gave me a really great idea the other day." But Molly looked uncertain. She didn't know if Sherlock would go along with it.
"And?" Sherlock asked waiting to here the idea.
Molly smiled. "What if we draw something on my belly?"
Sherlock gave Molly a really confused look.
"I know it sounds funny but it could be really fun. Please?"
Sherlock rolled his eyes and left to find the markers. Molly excitedly stood next to the chair as Sherlock came back to sit in it. He grabbed a yellow marker from the bin and started drawing.
"What are you drawing?" Molly asked.
"You'll see."
It felt to Molly as if he were drawing a big circle, but that was all she could really tell about Sherlock's art.
"Done."
"That was quick."
"It was a simple drawing."
Molly quickly looked in the mirror and laughed. The smiley face on the wall of Baker Street was now copied onto Molly's round belly.
"Very creative." Molly said sarcastically.
"I thought so." Sherlock said without a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
"Of course you did."
"Sorry?"
"Nothing love."