Molly hadn't told a single soul. The only one who knew she had to take the day off was Stamford and he only knew she had a doctors appointment.

She got days off here and there, went in to choose the donor, got her shots and donated her egg. Now they were ready for her.

All she needed was the entire day off. She sat in the chair, legs up, and waited the last 5 minutes and repeated why she was doing this by herself.

She didn't have Tom anymore. Sherlock was never going to be an option... and anyone just didn't measure up. So... why not gain what she really wanted in life. A child.

She was all alone in the world and ever since Rosie came along all she craved, besides Sherlock, was a baby of her own.

So here she was, making it happen for herself. The doctors were positive that it shouldn't take more than one implant for her body to take to the procedure.

She got her things together, made another appointment for her next day off in two weeks and was warned not to try and take a pregnancy test until two weeks time. That way she doesn't get a false positive or a false negative.

She knew that, and while she had already bought the tests she wouldn't use it for two weeks. She went home, ate a healthy lunch and laid on the couch, thinking about what the baby could be.

Boy or girl. If the baby would come out looking like the donor or herself. She hoped it looked like her. That way she didn't have to wonder where all the other parts of her child came from.

Names were going to be decided the moment she saw the baby, something pretty or meaningful. She would set up the spare bedroom as the nursery. Get a new crib and changing table and diaper genie.

Paint the entire room a nice dove grey. Buy all the cute baby books.

She wanted her baby to have the best life and education.

She went about the next two weeks before going to her doctors appointment for a blood test, and was rushing home to take the test. When she got there Sherlock was lounging on her couch waiting.

"Where have you been?" He asked and looked her up and down, deducing no doubt.

"Doctors." She told him before pushing down her need to take the test. She couldn't do it with him here.

"Again? Are you sick Molly? Something you're not telling anyone?" He stood up, moving to circle her as she went towards the kitchen to get a cuppa ready.

"Nope not sick. Just a follow up." Not a lie. Just not an explanation.

"Are you giving blood on a regular basis now?" He asked after spotting a bit of a leak on her shirt as she reached up.

"I guess. Don't see why not." She said and went looking for a caffeine free tea.

"What are you not saying Molly?" He asked taking a stool. He wasn't going anywhere until he knew what was up.

"Nothing Sherlock. What are you doing here anyways? You knew today was my day off." She told him and turned as she waited for the water.

"Well, if you must know, my brother has informed me where exactly you are going Molly. If you were so in need of cash that you would sell your eggs to other families-"

"Sell my eggs? You think that's why I'm going there?" She giggles at the course of this conversation so far. Apparently he thought she would never want anything more than him.

"Well you were on heavy hormones, I saw them. You went in last week and today you only went in for a check up, I assume that you're going to donate again."

"No Sherlock. Not donating." She told him and saw what they have all started calling his buffering face. He wasn't done when the water was done boiling and she set things up for herself before taking a stool beside him as she waited.

He wasn't done by the time she felt the need to go to the loo and she decided, since he already knew where she had been going, she might as well take the home test since it will be faster than the blood.

She left him in the kitchen, headed for her room and grabbed the box and quickly took the test and washed her hands before going to wait in the kitchen.

Leaving the test in the bathroom and setting the timer on the microwave she waited. It wasn't until the timer went off did Sherlock startle a bit and he looked down at her.

She thought she saw something in his eyes but he turned and walked towards the bathroom and she couldn't get in front of him to see first.

"Congratulations Molly." He turned to hand her the test and she had to double check as he leaned against the sink and crossed his arms.

Pregnant.

Her hand went down to her belly and for a moment she wondered why Sherlock cared. Why he was waiting for her.

"Thank you." Molly whispered after a moment and went to lean against the door jam.

They stayed like that, looking at the tile floor and at the test before Sherlock moved towards her. His hand over her waist and pulling me into his arms.

"Why are you here?" Molly mumbled into his shoulder.

"Because my brother told me something... something that changed my view on how I should move forward with my life. Told me I was losing you. That soon you wouldn't be an option." Sherlock ran his hands through her hair and pulled back a little bit before looking over her face.

"Just because I'm having a baby doesn't mean I won't be around to help." She shook her head at Mycrofts way of thinking.

"I thought you were dying." Sherlock held her closer, his hands both dipping to her hips to hold her against him.

"I'm not Sherlock, obviously you realized that when he told you where I was going." She pulled away just a bit and he let her.

"My mind jumped to cancer and you freezing your eggs and that you weren't going to make it and I can't think about a future like that Molly." He took a shaky breath and Molly felt more confused than ever about why he was acting like she was still dying.

"I'm fine Sherlock. More than fine. I'm going to have a baby." She told him and pulled away. "I need more tea." She pulled away from him entirely and he followed her, slowly.

She set another pot of water on. The tea tasted so good and she was ready to have caffeine free for the next 10 months plus... depends on how long she'll breast feed.

"What are you thinking about?" Sherlock asked and she looked up and focused on him.

"Just future stuff." She shrugged and he seemed to want to know details. "Like what kind of bedding I should get. If I need to get that awkward body pillow for when I get huge. How long I'll work before taking leave." She shrugged and gulped not really wanna talk about breast feeding with him.

"You could get 100% cotton. That's best for babies and easy to clean. White means you can bleach it after huge messes. But of course you know all of that from Rosie." He but his lip and looked over her face. "As for the body pillow... it won't be necessary." He told her and she felt confused. Were they not good for the body?

"Why?"

"You have me to throw your leg over." He told her and she gulped and smiled like it didn't hurt her to hear that.

"Sherlock-"

"Nope. I thought I was going to lose you Molly. You're mine. The baby is mine. Biological or not." He shook his head and seemed to buffer again and Molly took her chance and moved to go and lay in bed.

She fell asleep before she realized he had left the flat. He came back an hour later with bags of food and things.

She woke up to the smell of something sugary and got right out of bed and made her way to the kitchen. Sherlock was there, pulling out muffins. They smelled delicious.

"What are you doing?" Molly asked when she saw more fruits in her bowl than there was before.

"Making you breakfast and snacks for the rest of the week." He gestured to the 6 muffins in the tin before setting the oven off. "I got more healthy things for you to eat for lunch as well. And while I waited on Anthea and Mycroft, I did a little baby shopping as well."

He reached for her hand, pulling her along and making her sit in the recliner. She waited and watched as he went to the guest room and then came back with a couple bags.

She had to admit, it was almost shocking to see him so happy over her baby.