Summary:

Molly has an ultrasound, which determines the sex of the baby; Sherlock goes back to Baker Street to think, but a familiar face takes him by surprise.

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Sherlock holds Molly's hand as the ultrasound tech slowly moves the wand over her abdomen, smiling softly.

"You look like you have a healthy baby on your hands. A bit on the smaller side, but I'm not worried, everything else looks great."

Molly grins, tears in her eyes as she looks at the screen, transfixed to the image of the baby in her womb. "Thank you."

Sherlock can't help the smile that creeps onto his face, relief in his heart when he hears that the child is healthy, albeit small like Molly.

The tech looks between them and smirks. "Would you like to know the sex?"

Both Molly and Sherlock's eyes widen, and they look at one another. Sherlock squeezes her hand. "Whatever you choose, I'm okay with."

Molly blushes and nods, looking at the woman. "Yes please, I'd love to know."

The tech looks at Sherlock and he nods, smiling gently. She looks between them. "Congratulations, it's a little girl."

Molly gasps and tears up, her hand covering her mouth in shock. Sherlock's eyes widen and he looks at the screen, shocked. Although he hadn't told Molly, he was convinced that it was a boy.

"Are you sure?", he asks.

Molly looks at him and her face falls a bit.

"Yes Mr. Holmes, I'm quite positive."

He nods and brings Molly's hand up to her lips and kisses it softly. "I'm sure our daughter will be just as beautiful as her mother."

She blushes deeply as the tech cleans up her belly and leaves the room to print the ultrasound photos.

Looking up at Sherlock she bites her lip nervously. "You're not upset?"

"Upset? Why would I be upset? Because it isn't a male? No, I'm not. That's ridiculous. I was just shocked, I had just thought it was a boy, I was a bit surprised that I was wrong."

Molly laughs at him a bit as he helps her sit up again. "Of course you were. You aren't a fortune teller, Sherlock. It's anyone's guess when it comes to that."

"I suppose not", he smirks. "Sometimes I like to think that I am, though."

She chuckles before grabbing his hand and placing it on her bare belly. Their daughter moves under his palm, and he feels her firm kicks and maybe a bum roll.

"Oooh...she's very active today?"

"Yes, well...she has been for a while."

"Right, it's far enough along for that to be happening. It must feel weird."

She giggles and nods. "Very. But it's nice too. A reminder that she's healthy."

"Most important."

"Exactly."

The tech comes back and hands her the printed photos, wishing them well as Sherlock escorts her to the front desk to make another follow-up in about a month.

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Once Molly was safe inside her home, he had bid her farewell and let her know that if he needed anything, to let him. He needed to go back to Baker Street and do some thinking.

The last thing he was expecting was John to be standing in his "case chair". Sherlock flops down into his own and raises an eyebrow at John, sitting across from him.

"And you're suddenly here because...?"

Well, I wanted to talk to you about something, but it seems you were otherwise engaged. Why have you been away from Baker Street so much? I've come here a few times with Rosie, and you just haven't been here. What has you so busy?"

Sherlock shifts uncomfortably in his seat, shrugging. "Nothing in particular."

John rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. "You're a horrible liar. Sherlock, I swear to God, if you're back on the sweeties-"

"No. I'm not. I swear, John. I'm not back on the drugs, I haven't slipped. Not for a moment, you have my word."

"Alright...then...what is going on with you?"

Sherlock avoids eye contact and looks uncomfortable under his scrutiny. "I can't tell you."

"What do you mean you can't tell me?"

"I mean...it's not just my business. So I'm not at liberty to say."

"I don't understand."

"You rarely do."

"Sherlock, I'm serious!"

"Oh, I know."

John grimaces and gets up to leave.

"Okay...alright. Just...promise me that you'll keep it a secret."

John lowers back into his seat, intrigued. "It seems serious."

"You could definitely say that."

He nods a bit, confused by how Sherlock is acting. He's never seen him quite like this, and he knows most of his moods by now.

"Sherlock...just...tell me and we can deal with whatever it is."

Sherlock cringes at his use of words and rubs his hands down his face, exasperatedly. "It's not a bad thing per se. Not at all, actually. I simply don't know how you or anyone else would take it...rather, I may know how you will which is what I don't want to face because I know my misgivings in the past and-"

"Sherlock! Just spit it out for God's sake."

He huffs and runs his hands through his hair. "Molly's pregnant."

John's eyes widen but a smile crosses his face. "She is? Wow...how- how far along? I know I haven't seen her in a while, but last time I did, I didn't notice."

"Of course you didn't, you didn't even notice when your own wife was."

John scoffs at him. "Not fair, I was distracted by my wedding."

"Mhm, whatever you say."

"So is she happy? I'd assume so, I've seen her with Rosie. Wow, she'll be a brilliant Mum. I guess she wasn't completely done with Tom after all. I wonder how he'll be as a father. I know he isn't the best man but maybe it will change him for the better? Who knows."

Sherlock looks peeved and clenches his jaw. "Firstly, no. Tom is not a good man, and secondly, children don't make people change, John. Children are not a cure-all, and most times it only hurts them to have terrible parents. A child wouldn't change Tom. He would have had to decide to change even before knowing about the child if he were truly sincere. Tom would have been a completely shit father, and he doesn't deserve to even be one which is glad he isn't."

"Wait, what?", John asks, a look of confusion passing his features.

"Tom isn't the father."

"Oh. Okay, you're right, I wasn't expecting that. Do you know who is? Not that I'm prying into Molly's business, and it doesn't really matter."

"I know who the father is, but no it's not really your business. Though if you really want to know, I could tell you."

John shrugs. "If you want to tell me. All I care about is that Molly is finally happy. She has been through too much shit to have to deal with a guy that she made a child with walking in and out of her life, not that I think she would allow that for her child anyway. She has someone that is committed to her and the child, right? I hope so. She...she should have that. Don't you think?"

Sherlock looks at his hands guiltily and nods. "Yes, of course she deserves that."