Sherlock groaned once again as Molly moved from his lap to head into the kitchen. "Why are we doing this again?" He implied as if he was the one actually helping.

"I am doing this because we are going to be the one taking care of Rosie for a couple days while John has his surgery and recovers." Molly replied as she started to put the over mitts on.

"We could just go out and buy some." He looked at her, completely at home in his kitchen. They had only been dating for 4 months, ever since they had that monstrous phone call when under Euros' control. He had gone to her at once, getting John home safely was first of course, but he was catching the first cab to her place as soon as the door was closed.

"Baby food is disgusting in those little cans. Making it at least gives us the opportunity to make sure that there is nothing harmful, and to make it taste good so Rosie actually eats it. John says she is extremely picky." She giggled after making note and Sherlock got on his feet.

"What is so funny about a picky child?" He asked her, moving into the kitchen as well, looking over the apples she was placing into the blender now.

"He said that he had lots of practice with one when I offered to help." She looked up at Sherlock, noticing the way he didn't seem to understand at first before he huffed and shook his head.

"Well, then it seems Molly, you will have two picky children to look after in the couple days to come." He looked away and he took notice that she was putting the last apple in and sprinkled some cinnamon. He decided he might as well act like an adult and help. Hitting the button, three things happened at once. Molly squealing, Sherlock's finger slipping until the button clicked, and apple chunks spewed and went around and covered everything in the kitchen with apple pieces.

"Sherlock!" She shouted his name and he had the decency to look sheepish as they made eye contact. "It needs the top every time before you turn it on. Whole fruit or not." She slammed it on top and shook her head as he gave a chuckle and looked around.

"What shall I do? Clean or get everything on our grocery list, plus more of everything I just ruined." He looked around at the empty bags she had put away for a later use to the store, which they had to do tonight before Rosie got here tomorrow bright and early.

"How about you do both." Molly crossed her arms and glared as he looked around.

"Okay. You shower... I will clean, and finish cleaning as you add onto the list." He told her and she nodded before looking at her shoes and kicking one piece off before going right to the other side of the room and looking back as Sherlock started to actually clean.

Molly went into his... well their room now, before getting a dressing gown he always told her to use after a shower since she moved in. She slipped out of her clothes and tossed them into the hamper in the bathroom before going right into the hot spray.

She got clean, made sure there wasn't a single chunk of apple going down the drain as well before going right into the dressing gown and stepping out and padding down to the kitchen to see how well Sherlock's clean up was going. He was almost done, just standing on top of the counters and getting the last bits off the ceiling.

"Almost done then?" She checked in and Sherlock turned to look at her, pleased she was wearing his brown dressing gown she liked to see on him for a change most nights.

"Yes, just a last sweep and then I will clean up a bit before we head to the market." He told her before going to grab a broom that was leaning in the corner.

"Okay, I will make the list and dress in something else." Molly explained before going right into their bedroom to get a dress out since it was slightly warm outside, a simple sweater and new underthings before getting dressed quick and setting the dressing gown on the end of their bed before going to put simple white flats on.

She made her way out to find the list before writing the last couple things as Sherlock stepped past her and into the bedroom to also change. It took less than 10 more minutes for them to get out of the flat and hail a cabbie to the closest store.

"I have a question." Sherlock told her as she smelled and squeezed some other kinds of fruit in the produce section.

"And what is that question?" She smiled at him as she set the things in the trolley before turning away and bringing it with her, making him also trail along since his hands were at the back to push.

"Are you going to make our own children baby food?" He asked and she physically stopped, almost getting railed in the hip by someone trying to pass them.

"What?"

"Well, you haven't had a period in about a month and a half, I was sure you were going to try and tell me when Rosie was home, but you know me-"

"Sherlock, are you sure about the dates?" She asked and he nodded and then looked confused.

"Did you not notice? I mean we have been having quite a bit of sex." He used her old words against her and noticed the blush now blooming on her cheeks as people started to look over since Sherlock wasn't being discreet at all. "Not all of it was protected either. Which I don't mind at all."

"Sherlock, we're in public." I told him and he looked around before nodding.

"Yes, does that change anything?"

"You're sure about the dates? You're not just overlooking a week you were in your mind palace or on a case."

"No case has taken me more than a week since we've been sexually active... honestly it's a motivate to get the job done as soon as possible because you're always so happy, and I am on a super-"

"Okay Sherlock, there are children listening now." Molly cut him off and smiled and mouthed an apology to the mother as she tugged on the basket until they were in the pharmacy section and she was looking through the toothpastes, the diaper rash cream, the allergy meds before finally spotting the condoms next to the pregnancy tests. She stared at the options for a long time making Sherlock step up next to her and start reading the boxes before grabbing two. He turned them over and read the back before tossing them both in the trolley and taking her hand and making Molly turn to face him. "Are you sure? I don't want to start feeling good and find out that-"

"Molly, 7 weeks ago I got home for Scotland and for an entire weekend we went at it like rabbits. Halfway through the first night we ran out of condoms. If that isn't when it happened it was the week after when you were ovulating." He told her and grabbed her cheeks, making her look up at him and not just at his chest.

"We have to go home and take the tests." Molly whispered and pulled him, and the cart to the first line they could get through on and while they paid Molly had the pregnancy tests in one bag that she was clutching to her chest the whole ride home.

Mrs. Hudson heard them coming in and went to meet them, but they were both in such a rush to get upstairs that she missed all but their feet running up. She let the young couple get on with their antics.

"Go." Sherlock sat in his chair, pushing Molly just slightly to go to the bathroom. "Bring it back so we can watch it too." He added as she walked slowly to the bathroom.

Molly peed on the sticks, set the aside and washed her hands and turned from side to side, lifting up her shirt and looking at her small, sort of gained weight, stomach.

"Have I gained weight too?" Molly asked when she started to walk back to him.

"You asked me not to talk about that anymore." Sherlock looked at her, a little worried about what she wanted him to say.

"Just tell me."

"About 3 pounds." He told her and she sank into her chair and set the tests on the table before leaning back.

"I don't know if I want to be excited Sherlock." She whispered to him and the second their eyes met he was up and out of his chair, cuddling into her side on the couch and making her lay down on top of him.

"I am excited. Can you imagine... a child of our own? One that looks like us, one that will have our interests." He smiled wide, making Molly all but melt against him as she started to think about a little mini Sherlock.

"I bet John would get it a deerstalker too." Sherlock made a unhappy noise making Molly giggle. They stayed silent for the next 3 minutes, Sherlock running his hand up and down her side. Holding her side a little harder when his inner timer went off. They both sat up and as she tried to reach for the tests, Sherlock merely got them and handed one to her before flipping the one left in his hand.

PREGNANT

Was written on the little screen and Sherlock felt her arms wrap around his neck and he was on his feet and holding her on his waist just as fast.

"We're going to have a baby." Molly whispered into his ear and had a soft sob at the end of her words and Sherlock just nodded into her hair.

"I love you Molly. But before this baby comes we need to rectify something." He set her down and she did seem a little confused but he held up a finger and dashed downstairs, rapping on Mrs. Hudson's door and waiting as she slowly opened it. "I need something from you, hold out your hands." he demanded and she did as he asked and he took the ring off her finger and gave the hand a kiss.

"Such a romantic." Martha laughed lightly and watched Sherlock rush back up the stairs.

He got back into the room and saw her looking at both tests and looked back up and at him as he entered.

"And what did you need to run downstairs for?" She asked putting her hands on her hips.

"To get a ring. Heard its bad manners to propose without a ring. Now I can either ask, and give you this ring... or you can just say yes to being Molly Holmes."

"Yes."

"Good." He slipped Mrs. Hudson's ring on her finger and pulled her into his arms, kissing her hard and all the way back into their bedroom.