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Description: Molly has something to share!

"Get out of here! NOW!"

John staggered back and ran into his friend as he left the lab. "Sherlock, I wouldn't go in there if I were you." He responded, shaking his head.

Sherlock looked at his friend and his face held disbelief as he scoffed and moved into the lab. "Nonsense, Watson,"

John shook his head. "You're funeral."

Sherlock entered the lab and found Molly standing at her table in front of the microscope. "Molly…"

She lifted her eyes and seemed to relax when she saw him. "About time you came."

His lifted his brow and studied her. "Was I supposed to?"

She scoffed and moved around the table. "I called your cell and told you to be here."

"Molly, you didn't call my cell."

She stopped and her face melted into disbelief. "I know I did. I called and it went to voicemail…" She trailed off and groaned. "Oh, dear, I called John, didn't I?"

He smirked. "Yes, which is why he's standing outside." He answered, stepping towards her. "What is it?"

She sighed and let out a laugh. "Well first, I owe John an apology." She began, though the tears in her eyes told him what he needed to see.

He placed his hands on her upper arms and gazed into her eyes. "And second?"

She smiled and let out a laugh. "Second, I need another opinion, but…" She backed up and pointed to the microscope. "I went old school, but the results are the same."

He examined the microscope and lifted his eyes to hers when he realized what he was looking at. "Are you sure?"

"You're supposed to be a detective, Sherlock Holmes. You tell me." She exclaimed, folding her arms over her chest.

His eyes focused on her midsection and he lifted his eyes to hers. "Oh, Molly,"

She laughed as he scooped her up in his arms. "Happy?"

He pulled back and smiled. "Happy, doesn't begin to cover it." He responded, and then kissed her with all of the happiness of an expected father. "Oh, by the way, you don't have to apologize to Watson." He remarked, against her lips.

"Why not?" She asked, with a laugh.

"Because he heard every word."

She laughed, loudly, before she was silenced by the man holding her in his arms. The man who would become the father of the child she carried, and the man who would become her husband.

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