Molly becomes super emotional during her pregnancy, and it's all Sherlock's fault.
How did it go so wrong?Sherlock rubbed his chin and tried not to ignore his wife on her rant, last time he did that she cried for over an hour because she didn't think he was caring about the issue. So he was standing, watching her pace, admiring her belly despite how it was changing the woman he loved.
"Are you going to answer?" Molly shouted and he looked from her face to the belly before he got on his knees. "Sherlock." She whined and he just gave the belly a kiss.
"The stress of you yelling at me isn't good for the baby. I know I stress you out, but nothing is going to happen. I told you I wasn't taking anything dangerous. Should I be the one that's mad because you don't trust me?" He asked her a question instead as he stood up.
"It's the criminals you go after that I don't trust. What if one is more crazy than you think? What if there's an accomplice or a mastermind that is trapping you? What am I going to do if something happens-"
"Nothing is ever going to happen. But I've always had plans for what was going to happen. If anything ever happened to me, you would inherit everything in my name. This flat, my car, every penny I've ever made and all the extra Mycroft has accumulated for me. And make no mistake if something happened to me, Mycroft would make sure you were safe, John would help you. Mrs. Hudson would be the downstairs nanny." He laughed lightly and tipped her chin up so that they made eye contact now.
"But you won't be here." Molly whispered and Sherlock pulled her into his chest and rubbed her back as she wrinkled his shirt and got it just a bit wet.
"I love you." He told her and she sniffled and he started to rock her when it seemed that she wasn't going to stop crying.
He moved down to the couch with her sitting on his lap. "I can't raise a super genius little girl on my own." She sniffed and pulled away, wiping her cheeks.
"Little girl?" He had thought they were both in the dark about the gender. It's how she wanted it.
"Yeah. I stopped my the doctors for a new perscription and the nurse just blurted it out. She said it was why my hair was so dry." Molly worked her mouth and nose which told Sherlock she was a bit peeved by the comment.
"We're having a girl?" For some reason he needed a definitive yes from her. A 'yeah' would not do.
"Yes Sherlock a girl. My gender with your brains. The boys of her age better watch out." She sighed and moved to sit up.
Sherlock sat there and thought of a little girl. Having Molly's looks, his hair and eye color. His brains as Molly wanted. He could almost picture the girl growing up. As if time traveling.
"Sherlock?" Molly waved her hand in front of his face and eventually clapped loudly to break him out of his buffering mode. "We are not done talking about this. I need you to focus-"
"Molly dear please stop stressing over me. It's not good for our daughter. I am fine. I was on a case, my battery died. I can't call if I don't have a signal anyway. I am fine. Next time I will do better. I was only gone 8 hours." He told her and she narrowed her eyes and he sighed and waited.
"If I disappeared for 8 hours what would you do?" She asked and moved down the hall, slamming their bedroom door and he sighed and tried to imagine it.
He would have been looking the minute she didn't answer her phone for him. They had an agreement after Euros to always answer on the first ring.
After a slight mishap of her phone dying he went on a manhunt at Bart's only to find her just plugging in her phone fresh from an autopsy and now the new rule was... if Molly doesn't answer he has to call the morgue and see where she was to get patched through.
Sherlock realized that he had a system to get in touch with her in case of anything, but she had no way of knowing if anything happened to him until Mycroft made his way to their doorstep.
Standing and moving downstairs to 221C where his new lab station was he made a call. The only person he could count on to get his brother to do exactly what he needed.
He let it ring for a couple dials before hearing the answer. "Mummy. I need to do something for Molly." He smiled at the rush of eagerness and went on to tell her what she needed to make Mycroft do.
It was less than 20 minutes later when he heard Mrs. Hudson walking out of her flat and towards the stairs.
"Mrs. Hudson." He popped his head out and made her jump but not drop a thing.
"You need a bell Sherlock! What are you doing down there? You just had a roe with your new wife... who is beyond pregnant and you go down there to hide and not stay to make it better?" She asked coming closer and he just sighed.
"I'm setting up an apology thing. I promise, but if she asks where I am tell her I am pouting in the lab." He told her and while her face broke out in a huge smile he didn't tell her anything else since he moved back into the downstairs room.
He heard her go up, the "oh hoo" at the top of the stairs let him know she was close to her and he waited even longer as he heard small steps moving about.
As soon as Mrs. Hudson came down she sent him a nod and just 5 minutes later Mycroft was at the front door. Scowl present as was what he needed to make sure Molly would not need to be too worried over him again.
"She threatened me with visits. I can only guess that was your idea. And I happily told her about the baby gift I was going to give you brother mine. She's so excited to help you move into your much larger house on my end of town." Mycroft moved to shut the door on his brother and Sherlock tried to process what he just said and decided that at the moment it was not the most important thing to be thinking about.
He took what he needed from his brother before going upstairs slowly. Molly was in the kitchen, warming herself another cup of tea and he moved across the table and set the box down.
"What is that?" She looked at it like it was a piece of junk and he moved to open it. "Do I look like Mary to you? I need an explanation Sherlock."
"This is how my brother tracks my every move. I made him give this up so you can have it." He pushed a button and on popped the screen showing the world, then zooming in as it started to track his phone. It went all the way to the street number and then on popped a screen showing him from the point of view of his smart phone as he pulled it out to face him.
"Why would you make him give this up-"
"Remember last month when we came up with the idea of making sure I know where you are no matter if you pick up your phone?" She nodded and sighed before rubbed the lowest part of her belly and distracting him.
"Sherlock, why do I need this?" She asked again and put her other hand on her hip in a balled up fist.
"I know where you are whenever I need you, and now you can know where I am, who is with me, if I'm okay... all of it at a push of a button plus 10 seconds. If I don't call, or I don't show up, or anything this thing will find me." He waited for her to seem happy and when the tears welled up in her eyes he gulped and winced. "I thought this was the solution! Tell me what you need." He loves around the table and pulled her in.
"It's perfect Sherlock." She cried into his chest and he was still confused even as she seemed to cry harder.
"Then what's wrong?" He asked hoping the answer wasn't something he had done.
"I miss Mary." She told him and he paused a moment before nodding his head and leaning down to kiss the crown of hers. "I didn't even think about it when I said her name." She cried out and he rubbed her back. "I miss her."
"We all do. John most of all." He held her tight against him and he eventually moved to lay down in their bed. She took a much needed nap and Sherlock sat there and rubbed and watched as his daughter moved around in his wife's belly.
He thought of Mary. Her blonde hair and blue eyes. Rosamund is her replica. She will be just as smart, just as snippy, she will be perfect.
A perfect friend to his daughter.
The next generation of Holmes and Watson. The age difference between he and John were just about right as well!
He tried to picture his future and told Molly about his new idea for the next generation when she woke up.
"I'm sure our daughter might be the Doctor this time around. Every time I go into the morgue she moves like she's jumping up and down in excitement." Molly told him and he smiled wide before going down towards the belly to give it another kiss.
Molly noticed her mood swings always after they happened, but she didn't speak on Sherlock's new emotions. She would let him have his fun planning their daughters life down to the presents each holiday and birthday... but she knew a child of his would do one thing perfectly... rebel.
And for a couple minutes she just simple grinned at the thought of their daughter making her husband exasperated and pout at her own deductions about him.
They both couldn't wait to see what an adventure a baby would bring them.