I'm so sorry, when I posted the last chapter I was sure the baby was born in this one but on editing I realise that it isn't this chapter it's the next one. So I'm being up front with you now so you're hopefully not too disappointed. Can you ever forgive me?

I did love all of your guesses on the sex though. Fairly 50/50...maybe leaning towards a girl. One vote for twins but come on...it's never twins ;).

Chapter 20

It was early evening when she woke up. She spent some time reading her book, enjoying the peace and quiet, before making her way downstairs. Sherlock appeared to be out and she pottered around tidying up after him. She had definitely had something of a nesting instinct in the last couple of weeks and he'd got used to coming home to find his experiments tidied up and the kitchen table cleared, his paperwork stacked up neatly and his coffee table polished but it was very unlike her, she wasn't naturally house proud. Any cleaning she did at home was a chore rather than a joy.

Just before 8.00 she heard the door being opened downstairs and her heart skipped a beat when she heard his footsteps on the stairs. He never failed to arouse a response in her and knowing that they might sleep together tonight just seemed to add to her overly hormonal state.

He came in carrying a bottle of red wine and a paper bag filled with the curry from the smells it emitted. 'Ah good you're up. Wine?' He smirked and held up the bottle and she manoeuvred her way to the edge of her chair so she could lever herself up...it was getting harder and harder each day.

'God, yes please. It's been months since I had a drink. I can't believe she said it would be OK.'

'I think she was trying to get you in the mood for the rest of the suggestion.' He smiled and winked and she couldn't help but laugh.

Together they sorted out the wine and the curry and they sat and ate it in a companionable silence. Molly couldn't help but let out a moan as she sipped her wine for the first time. 'Ooh, that tastes so good.'

'How about the curry? Is it setting off any twinges?'

She shook her head and pouted. 'It's delicious, but no, nothing. I'm not sure this baby is ever going to come out. I'm going to be pregnant for the rest of my life.'

This had him chuckling and he poured himself another glass of wine as he cleared up the plates. He brought the bottle with them to the settee and topped up Molly's glass ignoring her protests. 'Go on, it's not that much more...enjoy it.'

He sat down and Molly suddenly felt awkward. How were they going to go from this to sex? It's not like she could climb onto his lap and seduce him...she could barely get up.

He sipped his drink and closed his eyes letting his head fall back onto the back of the sofa. 'Stop worrying Molly, we'll just go to bed together and I have no doubt that one thing will lead to another.'

She frowned. 'It just feels so contrived and impersonal.'

He turned his head and looked at her then he reached out and took her hand, squeezing it lightly. 'Molly, this is us...you and me. We will never be impersonal. Now drink up...I'm starting to get in the mood even if you aren't.'

He raised his eyebrows and glanced down at his crotch and Molly bit her lip and stifled a giggle when she saw the growing bulge. It certainly didn't look like he'd have any problem performing even if she did look whale like.

He stood up and held out his hand so he could help her to stand and then he leant forward and captured her lips in a slow, seductive kiss and Molly was surprised to find herself responding to it. Her body still wanted him just as much as it ever had and she felt a rush of warmth to her core.

'Come on, come with me.'

He took her hand and led her through into his bedroom before slowly undressing her. As he kissed her for a second time his hands ghosted over her breasts and slid down her sides gently cradling her bump. He gestured for her to get into the bed and then he undressed himself and Molly felt her heart beat pick up at just how sexy he looked. She missed seeing him naked, being able to touch him and kiss him.

He climbed into the bed beside her and told her to roll onto her side away from him. She felt him move closer so his chest was against her back and she could feel his erection pressing against the cleft of her backside and the feel of it had her groaning and pressing back against him. Maybe they could manage this after all.

His lips pressed against her neck as his hand moved to her quim and she felt his fingers sliding against her until he found her clit. She closed her eyes and all she could think about was how he was touching her and how it was making her feel.

'Lift your leg for me.'

His voice was low and rough and Molly felt herself getting wetter for him just hearing him. She did as she was told and he used his own leg to hold hers up and she could feel his cock pressing against her and it had her moaning once more, wanting to feel him inside her. He shifted his position slightly and then bit by bit she felt him entering her from behind as they lay there side by side. His fingers were still circling and rubbing her clit and she reached behind so she could grip his hip encouraging him to press into her harder and deeper. She hadn't imagined that she'd be able to climax given her current situation but she already knew she'd been wrong in that thinking.

Bit by bit her orgasm was building and she knew that Sherlock was close as well from the noises he was making and the feel of his ragged breathing on her shoulder.'

'Oh God, Molly...God...come for me...ah...'

He pinched her clit lightly and she cried out his name as she came, feeling him let go himself as he thrust into her, his come filling her.

They lay like that catching their breath with Sherlock kissing her shoulder and neck, his hand moving to caress her bump and bit by bit Molly gradually fell fast asleep.

It was the middle of the night when she came to feeling a strange ache low in her gut which had her making her way to the toilet. She started to clean her self up from their activities earlier when she paused recognising immediately what she was looking at...it was her mucus plug...losing it was a sign that she was potentially going into labour.

Even as she sat on the loo she felt that strange tugging feeling again deep down in her stomach and she instinctively knew it was a contraction.

There was no feeling of panic, it was still very early days and she knew she didn't even need to wake Sherlock yet. In fact, she did as her midwife had recommended in one of the classes and she took a couple of paracetamol and she went back to bed.

Sherlock shifted slightly as she got in and then she felt his arm come around her waist holding her to him even as he slept and it had her smiling as she tried to at least doze.

She managed somehow to fall back to sleep though each time she felt a contraction she half woke but by about four o'clock in the morning it felt so painful that she awoke letting out a loud moan and she felt Sherlock jerk awake next to her.

'What is it? Are you OK?'

He turned and reached for the light and she missed feeling him against her.

'It's OK...I'm OK but it's starting. I've been feeling contractions for a couple of hours now. They were very light at first but...oh...oh...here's another one...'

She blindly reached for him until she felt his hand slide into hers and she gripped it as she rode out the contraction.

He sat up against the headboard and helped her to sit up a little so she was sat between his legs with her back against his chest.

'Let me time the contractions. We need to leave when they get to two minutes. Can I get you anything?'

She had him pass her the glass of water on the bedside cabinet but other than that she was just enjoying lying there with him. It felt comfortable. She let her hands slide along his naked thighs as she concentrated on her body. A short while later and she felt the pain starting again and she sat up feeling Sherlock sit up with her, his hands on her stomach and his lips by her ear.

'You're alright, I'm here, just breathe.' He took a deep breath and she copied him remembering the classes that they'd both attended.

'How...how far apart?'

'Three minutes. We should get ready. Can you stand?'

He sat her up on the side of the bed and then he retrieved her top helping her to put it on along with her pants and trousers.

They had to pause as another contraction hit and this one felt so much worse than the last and she leant forward gripping Sherlock's hand once more and letting out a long cry.

'God, it hurts. I...I want to go now.'

He was still naked but she saw him nod his head and then move to quickly get himself dressed. 'Is your hospital bag in your room?'

She nodded once more and he left the room to go and retrieve it.

Slowly, she got herself to her feet and she made her way into the kitchen. She'd just got there when the pain started once more and she tensed up not wanting to feel it. She bent over the back of one of the chairs with her eyes squeezed shut just waiting and hoping for it to pass. As she did she felt Sherlock's arms come around her shoulder.

'I'm here...you're OK...'

'I'm not bloody OK, stop saying that. It fucking hurts.'

She heard his quick intake of breath at her outburst but for once he didn't respond in kind. Instead he helped her to put on her coat and slowly they started to make their way out of the flat.

As they got to the stairs he called out for Mrs Hudson. They were paused half way down with Molly gripping Sherlock's arms and letting out a stream of curse words when the older woman came out of her flat.

'Oh my...'

'We're on our way to hospital. You have the list, let everyone know. I'll message you when anything happens.'

He started to help Molly again as the contraction lifted and she gave Mrs Hudson a weak smile.

'Good Luck, though I'm sure you won't need it. I can't wait to meet him or her. And Sherlock, you make sure you look after Molly or you'll have me to answer to my lad.'

Molly chuckled at the sternness in Mrs Hudson's voice.

For once, and probably to do with the fact that it was little after 5.00 in the morning there were no cabs to be seen outside Baker St. Sherlock swore loudly and got his phone out to dial for one as Molly leant against him as another wave of pain hit her. She clung onto his arm and she actually heard him yelp as her fingernails dug into his muscle but she couldn't bring herself to care, that pain would be nothing compared to hers.

'The taxi's on its way. Do you want to wait inside where it's warmer?'

Molly shook her head. 'No, the cold is good, but just get me a damn cab. How are you not managing to get one now...you always manage to hail cabs...it's like your superpower or something.'

She straightened up as the contraction receded and saw Sherlock looking at her chuckling and shaking his head. 'Calling cabs is my superpower? What a shit power...'

That had her giggling as well and luckily for both of them the cab turned the corner and pulled up before another contraction hit.

Molly had little recollection of the journey other than every turn and pothole seemed to feel ten times worse than normal. It was just such a relief to get to the hospital and to feel like her and Sherlock weren't on their own any more.

She clung to Sherlock's hand as they were led into a small room with a bed, a chair and various bits of equipment which Molly was soon strapped up to so they could monitor the baby's heartbeat. A midwife came and checked her cervix and she was told that at 5cm dilation she was progressing well but that it was likely to be a few hours yet. Molly could have cried.

Next time...honestly she'll give birth next time. Hope you like Molly being grumpy with Sherlock...I don't think I was too bad with my own husband but I like the turnaround in dynamics between Molly and Sherlock when she's in pain and he's trying to be helpful :)...hope you do too.