Summary:
Molly is awarded an early maternity leave and she decides to savor it; Sherlock comes home from a case, and they spend some time in bed talking, discussing, and being playful.
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Mike grins as he hands Molly a small bonus check. She gasps and shakes her head. "Mike I- I can't take this.
"Of course you can. It's from a friend to a friend, it's for the baby. I wanted to congratulate you on becoming a mother, Molly. You deserve it finally, and you'll be a fantastic one. Also, you have so much vacation time saved up, that I'm able to let you go on maternity leave starting now", he grins.
Molly gapes but then grins. "No joke?"
"No joke. Enjoy your time off and enjoy your baby. I expect to see photos when you get back!"
She giggles and nods. "I'm sure I'll have thousands by then", she murmurs lovingly and rubs her stomach.
"I'm sure", he chuckles. "Now go on home and put your feet up, your ankles are swelling", he smirks.
"Hey", she smiles softly. "I wouldn't know, I can't see them. But they are sore. Thanks again, Mike. For everything. You're the best boss."
"I like to think I'm a friend too, on occasion."
"Of course you are", Molly grins. "A great mentor too. Look, have a great rest of the summer."
"You as well", he grins and leaves her office.
Molly blushes and puts the check in her bag as she packs up her things for the last time in a long time. Taking her phone out, she sends a quick text to Sherlock.
{Hey, Mike sending me home for an early maternity leave. Said I have so much time in my vac bank that I could. I'll be going home for the day...and well...for a while. xxx Molly}
As she hangs up her lab coat and puts her ID in her locker, her phone pings almost immediately with a reply. Spinning around, she grabs it and grins.
{You deserve every second. I'm on a case, but as soon as it's solved, I'll be back at your place. I want to formally discuss something with you. Might be free tomorrow...maybe I'll sneak in in the morning and hold you, hm? 😉 SH}
{That sounds nice, I look forward to seeing you again. So is our little girl, she's always more active when she hears your voice. xxx Molly}
{Really? SH}
{Yes, really. See you then, love 3 xxx Molly}
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The next morning, Sherlock has finally solved the case. Greg pats his shoulder and urges him to go home to Molly, grinning in that smug way that he knows Sherlock hates because he knows him so well.
"What?", Sherlock grumbles.
"Nothing. Just...you...being all domestic. It's nice. You really have become a good man. Now do right by Molly and they baby, hm? You have a lot of people around to help you out if you have any questions or need advice."
"Is this supposed to be some brotherly type of intervention, because I'm fine, I assure you."
"Not an intervention, only letting you know. Don't have to be so crabby. I'd say it's from lack of sleep, but you're good at that. It will come in handy when that baby girl is born."
Sherlock nods. "Right...well um...thanks, Greg. See you."
"See ya!"
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Once the cab pulls away, Sherlock bites his lip, looking down at the bouquet of daisies in his hand. They're Molly's favorite, and he wanted to bring her something to make up for all the time they had lost that week. Of course, flowers are not the most practical, and they had spoken about how they aren't the ideal gift, but he figures that they will look nice in her sitting room or on her bedside table anyhow.
Grabbing the hide-a-key, he unlocks the door and puts it back in its place before closing the door behind him. He strips off his Belstaff and hangs it up neatly (one of Molly's pet peeves is when he tosses it on furniture), before going into the kitchen and grabbing a vase, then taking care of the daisies to bring up to her. He ponders for a moment if he should just make her breakfast in bed but shakes his head, knowing he would only burn things and make a mess, ending up stressing her out instead of making her feel relaxed.
He heads up to her room as quietly as possible with the vase of flowers, setting them on her bedside table before stealthily stripping down to his boxers and climbing into the other side of her bed, slowly spooning her. Molly hums gently and leans back against his warm body, a small smile coming to her lips.
Sherlock leans closer and presses a kiss to her shoulder, neck, and then cheek. "I'm here, I didn't mean to wake you."
"Mhh, 'ts mmkay..."
"I bought you some flowers. Daisies, your favorite. I did remember that. And I know we said flowers were the dumbest gift, but I thought they could liven up the atmosphere when I'm here and you aren't feeling the best. A way to remember me, I suppose."
Molly brings his hand to her lips and kisses it sleepily. "I don't need to remember you because I could never forget you. Though the gesture is heartwarming regardless. Thanks, love."
"You're welcome...love."
Molly's eyes widen a bit and a grin spreads on her face. "You used a pet name."
"I used the one and only pet name I'll ever use because it's not just a nickname...it's a fact. Whether it be a regular noun or proper noun, you're still it."
She chuckles cutely and looks up at him, stroking his curls a bit. "My ankles are all puffy. Mike told me yesterday. They were sore...I figured it would happen eventually, but I was hoping I could escape with minimal effects. I should've known I wouldn't be so lucky."
"Stay in bed for the day or a few days. As long as you like. Aside from the shower and the loo, I can help you out. You're carrying my child, it's the least I can do."
"You still have a job, Sherlock."
"Yes, but loosely, I'm a freelancer, which means I get to choose what and when to work. You are more important right now. It's more important that you are healthy, and the baby is healthy, and then when she's born, you'll need to recover for a while. I'll be here. I can't promise I won't get snappy and cranky, but it won't be your fault, babies are a lot of work and make things stressful. I know we can work with it and find a 'groove' for lack of a better term."
Molly cuddles him and nods slowly. "I might be cranky too. I don't do well with lack of sleep...that's what I worry about."
"Don't. You know I'm good with nights, so I'll take night feedings, or the majority of them. You can take dayshift, and we can split evenings. How does that sound?"
"It sounds feasible now, but all babies are different, so it really depends on her. I pray she's mild-mannered, but not many are."
"Our child will be brilliant, and sweet, and perfect. I wasn't wild until I became curious...sooo around maybe a year or a bit earlier?"
"Oh lovely...", she jokes.
He smirks and pecks her lips.
"Now what did you want to speak with me about? You said in your text yesterday you wanted to talk about something."
"Right. Well, um...I had to use your hidden spare to get in the house again. I've been using that since you hate when I sneak in a window and such. And I know it's been assumed, but we have never exactly spoken about me moving in..."
She blushes and looks into his eyes. "I'm sorry I haven't gotten you a proper key yet. I'll go to the hardware store and get one when I can, okay? And as for moving in...you never said you wanted to, but I'm glad you brought it up because I didn't really want her around all the clients and such. Of course you can move in, if that's what you want. She's your daughter too, and I love you. I love having you here. Most the time", she winks.
Sherlock rolls his eyes and smirks. "I'll split my things between here and Baker Street, and then I'll see what I need here versus there. Everything should settle by the time she's due to be born. Does that work for you?"
"However you want to do it is fine by me."
"Good. I...I'm going to do my best, in which my limited experience will not come in too handy, but I do promise you that."
"I know. As for the baby, we will learn together as her parents, okay?", she whispers, brushing her lips over his.
"Mhmmm", he hums, his eyes fluttering a bit, his hands roaming under the sheets, and under her nightie.
Molly gasps and bites her lip seductively. "Sherlock..."
His eyes go to hers with a mischievous glint. "What...I have to say I quite enjoy plenty of the physical aspects of pregnancy in your body...like your much bigger breasts. Not that I disliked them when they were smaller, I didn't. I am still a man."
Her cheeks flame red, letting out a small moan when his hands continue to explore her curves. "Wh-what happened to the man who hated sex?"
"Never hated, just didn't prefer. That was before he had you. Now, well...you're quite irresistible, and your sensitivity levels are off the charts, making me more reactive", his gravelly voice growls in her ear, making her erupt in goosebumps.
"Oh God...", she murmurs, pleasure building from his mere voice.
"Not quite", he smirks. "But I can see the sensitivity assumption was correct."
"Maybe I meant Greek god", she teases back, panting in anticipation. Though you have a much much bigger-mmph!"
Sherlock covers her mouth with a hot kiss, drowning out her words and turning them into mewls of need, indeed showing her just how big...the way she likes it.