I know this is going to be a bit depressing... but this happens, and I know that it will trigger some kind of feelings for a lot of people but this was a bad thought and I knew it could be something to help them grow.
Everything was perfect. Molly had heard the heartbeat days before. She had snuck the monitor and things down to her office, Sherlock had joined her for lunch, and was impatient to hear it as well. When she laid back he took control right away. Swirling the wand around her lower abdomen too quick. She had told him to slow down.
She had guided his hand slower, reaching slightly to turn the volume up the highest it could go. They found the heartbeat after a couple minutes of taking turns trying to out prove the other knows more about where to look.
"That's him." Of course she was just under the right amount of time to actually tell the gender of the baby but she was hoping for a little boy.
"That's a sound I could listen to forever." Sherlock whispered so low she was sure that he hadn't meant to speak that out loud but his words were safe with her.
They had made sure to clean the equipment and things before Sherlock put it back. The next day he had been called on a case out of town. She had seen him off since it was her one day off that week. She cleaned the flat, organizing things but not really moving anything. She left him his dust, or at least as much as he was okay with and started to make dinner since he was so sure that he would be done by dinner. But then he wasn't. And he didn't answer his phone.
John didn't either. Lestrade couldn't get in contact with anyone and sent out a low level officer to the sight of the crime but he came back with no news. No one was there, no one had seen Sherlock... they had just disappeared.
Molly kept busy at work the next couple days, and when Lestrade came in with a mournful look she lost it. She started to cry, waving him away as he helped guide her to a seat.
"He's going to be fine Molly. He just hasn't woken up yet. John was out for almost 3 days." He rubbed her back before calming her even more. He took Molly back to Baker Street, waited for her to get some things together before taking her out to the car. He drove for thirty minutes before we pulled into a hospital and she rushed inside.
"How can I help you?" The nurse asked and she gulped before calming herself to speak.
"Looking for my husband and his best friend. Sherlock Holmes and John Watson." Molly told her the names and she started to type in the names before writing one down.
"Well good news, they are sharing a room. There is a note here that says Sherlock Holmes is not to be too disturbed. He hasn't woken yet, but I am sure that you are allowed to visit John Watson." She told me and I just nodded before watching her write out the vistors pass. Molly stuck it to her jacket and made her way around the fifth floor until she came to their room. John was sitting up filling out paperwork and she stepped inside slowly.
"Hey." He said and moved to get up and Molly just shook her head to stop him.
"Stay in bed. How is he?" She asked and nodded to the curtain that she knew he was behind.
"He hasn't woke up. I just closed it so the lights wouldn't bother him when he might wake up." John told her and moved to give her some space near his feet. "How are you? I know that we've been out of contact for a couple days?" He asked and she nodded and moved to cup her belly before looking to him.
"I have been so worried. Sherlock said it was an easy case." She told him and he sighed and nodded.
"He did think so. We got the man, but he had a back up plan." John told her what happened, how Sherlock had stepped in front of John and took the brunt of the hit. Before long a doctor came in and gave a brief check up for John, then looked over Sherlock before allowing her to sit with him in silence since John was also going out of the room for a physical.
"Molly..." Sherlock's voice came out as a whisper when his eyes popped open to see her first.
"Hello." She whispered back with a watery smile before cupping his cheek and running another hand through his hair.
"Where are we?" He asked and closed his eyes as if to concentrate.
"In a hospital. John said you stepped in front of him." She accused and he winced before nodding and taking her hand in his.
"Come." He moved to his side, groaning at first before holding her close. "He has Rosie-"
"You have me. And our baby Sherlock. I get that John is your best friend but you could have called for back up. This isn't just you anymore." Molly spoke over him and brought his hand to her belly and he gave a pained expression before he moved her shirt up and rubbed her belly over and over again.
"I am sorry." He whispered to her before leaning in and giving her forehead a kiss. "How is John?" He asked after a few moments of cuddling on his hospital bed.
"He is fine. Was awake when you guys got here. He's out for a physical now. Mrs. H has Rosie at his place." Molly told him before she felt a slight pinch followed by a painful cramp. She winced and curled in from the pain and then it was gone. She looked up at Sherlock and gave him a small smile before giving him a kiss.
He started to fall back to sleep and Molly couldn't believe how happy and content she was that she was laying with him. She closed her eyes and relaxed with him. Falling into a sleep pattern with him. She woke up to a gentle shaking. She cracked one eye open to see Sherlock waking up as well and then she heard John telling her it was going to be okay.
She turned to see him dressed in some of the things he must have arrived in because he wasn't in any kind of dressing gown. "What's happening?" She whispered, feeling ready to pass back out.
"Molly, love, you're bleeding heavily." Sherlock told her and she turned to look to him and then down at her lap before seeing all the blood.
"Period is my guess-"
"No." She shook her head sitting up and cutting John off and she felt Sherlock grabbing her hands and arms.
"John, get a doctor." Sherlock told him immediately as Molly tried to shake her head and make the vision of blood soaking through her pants and onto the bed go away.
"No Sherlock, make it stop." She whispered and then she felt it. Something abnormal and she started to cry and shake her head. "Sherlock-"
"It's going to be okay." He grabbed her face and brought her down to lean on his. Less than a minute later John came back in with a doctor and a nurse. They seemed to know what to do right away and got her a wheel chair before taking her to a separate wing of the hospital. They gave her a sedative and when she woke up they told her that they had to remove the fetus from inside her vaginal cavity since it was just a bit too big for it to come out all the way. They also took great care and assigned her an immediate therapist that would show up in the morning.
They gave her another dose of the sedative so she could sleep and when she woke up Sherlock was in the chair next to her bed this time. He was reading over some pamphlet and when he looked up and over at her he got on his knees next to her and took her hand in his.
"I am so sorry. This was all my fault-"
"Sherlock don't, please." Molly shook her head not wanting him to blame himself for this.
"This is my fault Molly. And I need to own up to that. If I had been more careful. If I hadn't put you through all this stress-"
"Sherlock-"
"NO Molly. This is my fault... and I don't know how I will ever make it up to you. We lost a baby because of me." He gave her hand a kiss and she squeezed his hand in response before kissing his knuckles.
"We don't know if it was all stress. It would have been the chemicals from the lab work I was doing yesterday or not eating the right foods, or missing vitamins, we just don't know. I knew that you were going to be alright-"
"Molly." He chided and she just gave his hand a kiss again.
"Sherlock... just don't do this right now. I just want you to hold me and tell me that this is going to be okay. I don't blame you, and I don't want you to blame yourself." Molly told him before scooting over in bed and patting the warm stop she had been in. "Now, please lay with me and hold me tight." She whispered and felt the tears forming and he just climbed up, giving her kiss after kiss all over her face before she tucked her head into his chest and tried to sleep again.
But she didn't. She stayed away for hours until the therapist came in. She was delighted in some way to see that they weren't fighting and actually comforting each other. She started with a group session, telling them that it was okay to be heart broken.
She set them up with the required four sessions outside of the hospital before giving Molly an all clear to go home. Mycroft had sent a car for them to be taken to Baker Street. Sherlock made her tea as soon as she got settled on the couch and before long Mrs. Hudson came up with soup and hugs and words of wisdom. Sherlock didn't deter her, and that was how she knew he was hurting just as bad as Molly was.
"You dears need anything just call down." She cupped Sherlock's cheek before leaning in and giving Molly a kiss on the cheek and giving them both a sad smile before turning to head down.
"I've been thinking..." Sherlock said as he sat with her on his lap.
"You're always thinking." She told him and leaned into his side.
"Play nice." He whispered and grabbed her hands. "I have been thinking that maybe I should take some time off of being a consulting detective." He murmured against her neck and she leaned back into him and squeezed his hands.
"Then you'll get bored. And while I would love to have you all to myself... you don't have to change your occupation, you just have to be safer." Molly told him before turning into him.
"What about when we have another baby in here?" He asked rubbing over her belly this time and she smiled slightly.
"Sherlock... you never will have to change who you are. I just have to start to trust in you. And you have to be way more careful on cases, even if they are easy." She said and he just nodded.
"So... what would you like to do about this? More therapy?" He asked with a resigned sigh and she rubbed over his knee before nodding her head.
"You don't have to come, maybe just me for a couple more sessions. We both know that nothing we feel will bring back the life we lost... but getting through the what ifs are going to be hard enough for me." She told him and he kissed her temple.
"You know it is hard for me too." He told her and she nodded.
"I know... but you process things differently than I do. We know that." She told him and he sighed.
It was weeks before either of them even talked about her sessions again. Molly only signed up for eight weeks and Sherlock didn't sign up for anything except using John as a therapist.
And it was months before they tried again.
Almost a year before they were pregnant. This time Sherlock wouldn't take more than a 5. And when it came to the first ultrasound they went to John for it. He was excited and when they found out it was going to be twins Molly told Sherlock about poetic justice. That they lost one baby only to get two the next time.
"Looks like they are both boys." Molly squealed with delight and Sherlock paled slightly before turning to Molly and asking about risks and when John referred him to the baby wall outside he dashed out before Molly got all the jelly off her belly.
John let her up and they followed Sherlock to the wall and saw he had a ton of pamphlets in his hand already.
"Come on love, let's just get home. We can send for Mycroft and have tea with Mrs. Hudson before he comes over and tell them both the great news.