One bitterly cold November weekend, Sherlock and John were called away on a murder case in Kent, and they ended up staying there overnight. When Sherlock came home, he was more than eager to see his wife and be properly warm.

"I'm back, Molly!" he called after shutting the door behind him. No immediately response. Sherlock's brow furrowed. When he'd texted when he'd be back, she assured him that she'd be home. And she always greeted him at the door with an embrace. But not this time.

"Molly?" he called, as he stripped off his winter things and his shoes. Stepping further into the flat, he saw that the bathroom door was shut. Somewhat relieved to have an explanation as to why she hadn't greeted him in her usual way, Sherlock went to the closed door. Knocking on it gently, he said, "I'm home, Molly."

But then his alarm grew when he heard something through the door: a shuddering sob and Molly's shaking voice responding, "Oh, hi, Sherlock!"

His worrying rising rapidly, Sherlock knocked more urgently on the door. "Molly, please let me in. Don't shut me out. I can tell that something is wrong."

"I'm fine, Sherlock, nothing is wrong." She sniffed.

"Molly –"

"At least, nothing serious. Just an annoyance, really." He heard her moving around a bit in the bathroom. "I just wish to God that it was your birthday today!"

Sherlock hadn't been expecting that at all, and it quite confused him. But he didn't have long to wonder. In the next moment, the bathroom door opened and there stood Molly. Her eyes were red, but her expression was radiant. She held out her hand to him, and Sherlock looked down.

In her hand, she held three positive pregnancy tests.

Sherlock grabbed them, looked at them, and then looked at his wife's beaming face. The biggest smile that he had ever smiled broke across his face. He dropped the three plastic sticks and gently gathered her to him. She kissed his cheeks when his own tears began to fall.

"Oh, Molly…" was all he could say in his happiness. Molly couldn't say anything in her own, just smile and kiss him.

Sherlock then gently lifted her up, making her giggle, and took her to the bedroom. He got the warmth that he had craved as he made love to the future mother of his child as tenderly and lovingly as he could.