Sherlock had taken a trip down to the shops while she slept. Making Mycroft do research into what foods would keep Molly healthy before making sure that Anthea and he would bring him the food at her place.
He went into baby stores with clothes and toys and looked around, anything remotely close to what Molly had gushed at Rosie in and he bought it. There was hats and baby shoes, blankets and fuzzy onesies. Doing the math for when they would need thicker ones he grabbed all the right sizes before getting bibs for next seasons "firsts".
He even looked at cribs and baby bags. That would have to wait until they painted the nursery, wouldn't want large heavy boxes crowding the way.
Sherlock had more than three bags of things when he left and Mycroft helped him with the groceries inside and looked around.
"Why here and not Baker Street?" Mycroft looked at the cracked ceiling with disgust before him.
"Molly loves it here and it is in her name. As is the baby until it's born." Sherlock told him and looked around. "You can hire someone to do the paint and things for the room." Sherlock looked around as well, wondering what this place will look like in a years time.
"Brother mine, I know she's pregnant, but why are you insisting on being the father when there is no blood relation?" Mycroft assumes he knew the answer but wanted the proof from Sherlock's own mouth.
"Because she is the love of my life. I am going to make her healthy food and move in." He told Mycroft before looking around.
"And Baker Street?"
"Will be my work place. Nothing more."
"Seems you've made up your mind."
"It was made up the moment I saw the test." Sherlock told him and watched his brother walk out, again looking around at the ceiling and walls.
Sherlock set out to make muffins as soon as the door was shut tight. He had placed all the baby clothes in the guest room and went to work on food.
She woke up as soon as the muffins were done and he smiled at how well rested she looked.
They ate and he made her sit on the couch as he went to get all the things to show her.
When he came with all the bags her face was bright and happy and Sherlock told himself that he could and would make her smile like that everyday.
He sat the bags down and let her explore them. "There are so many." She said and looked through the clothes and shoes and socks.
"I got everything you seemed to love seeing Rosie in during her first year. There is a onesie in there for the first snow... a very warm one. It was on sale since it's going to be getting warmer soon." Sherlock told her and watched as she pulled out more.
"These are wonderful Sherlock. But what are you going to get me for the baby shower then?" She giggled and pulled out some white hats.
"The parents don't give gifts." Sherlock told her and she seemed confused.
"It's just me Sher- wait a second... you donated your stuff? I picked you as a donor-"
"No Molly. I don't know the donor, I didn't donate. But I already told you... you are mine, that baby is mine... I meant it." He told her and she looked at the stuff before up at him. "What?"
"Sherlock I did this on my own. I was okay with it. Don't attach yourself to me because I'll be single with a baby." She shook her head and paused on the second bag and slipped things back in. "You don't have to do all this."
"Molly... I want to."
"We'll be fine. I don't need you to look out for me and help out. I can afford this stuff. We're not your responsibility." She told him and Sherlock was sure she was going to start crying.
"Molly let me try this again. You are mine, in every sense of the word. They baby, blood relation or not, will be my child. Of course you're going to be my responsibility." Molly gulped hard and fingered the words before looking away and shaking her head.
"I can't do that Sherlock, you know I've been in love with you for years. Having you pretend to be the father of my baby will only make it worse and people will talk and you'll be-"
"You are the love of my life. If I had pulled my head out of my arse sooner... it would be my baby, and while this baby might look like you or the donor, I don't care. He or she will have my last name and I will help raise it because it's your blood Molly."
"You love me?" Molly asked slowly and Sherlock nodded, moving the things to the side and leaning in to rest his forehead on hers.
"I've loved you for so long, and I have been hiding it so well for so long I don't think I realized that even you didn't know it."
"And you want me even if I'm carrying another mans baby?"
"I'd want you if you lost an arm and half a leg. You'd still be my Molly." He leaned in, kissed her nose and smiled when she let out a deep breath.
"But you want a relationship with me, like a normal one." She said and he leaned down, tipping her chin up, and kissed her for the very first time on the lips.
It wasn't a long kiss, but it showed her all the things he wanted with her. He wanted a life with her, this baby, maybe many more. A big house and a marriage. A retirement in the country. He wanted a lifetime with her, or as much as he could get.
He moved his things in the next day. She had the next two weeks of perfect blissful happiness with him until... there was embarrassing moments in the middle of the night.
Instead of it being in the morning it was middle of the night sickness for her.
She had been hoping that she wouldn't get that symptom at all, but low and behold. Half naked, too warm, and filled with another meal from Sherlock, she woke up at 2am and barley made it to the toilet.
Sherlock was half awake behind her, pulling her hair back, helped her wash it and then tucked her back into bed.
"How dare the baby I wanted so bad make me sick." Molly mumbled and leaned into the pillow as Sherlock went to get all the lights.
"Just means everything is going the right cours." Sherlock told her and climbed into bed beside her and pulled her close.
"Wait until I'm big and fat and then say that." She mumbled and Sherlock smiled as she fell right to sleep.
Sherlock stayed awake for a while, making sure there wasn't a repeat. He turned toward her when she shifted to her back and for a moment Sherlock let his mind palace finally expand. Molly didn't wear a ring yet but she would soon.
Technically he was waiting until her hormones got worse and go "all out" as Mary and John advised him to make her decision a no brainer.
Mary had been hoping the baby would be a girl so she could at least help out by giving out old clothes that Rosie was growing out of.
Sherlock didn't really mind not knowing like Molly wanted. But John was her caregiver now and if Mary got it out of him, they would all know.
Sherlock fell asleep after eventually curling around Molly again. He had taken to sleeping better hours now that he slept beside her.
"Wake up." Molly hummed when she heard him whispering about how they needed to get to the pharmacy for her folic acid and other scripts.
"You go." She mumbled. Pulling the covers up she mumbled something else and Sherlock could tell it was a request for pancakes.
"I'll be back in less than an hour." He walked out, Belstaff on and the collar down. He got her prescriptions and headed to the flat ready to make pancakes.
Getting there he saw the paint cans he requested outside on the stoop. Mycroft knew people who would make deliveries on Sunday. He took everything inside and saw Molly in the kitchen
"I thought you would still be in bed." Sherlock said and she took a deep breath.
"No. I needed tea to calm my stomach." Molly told him and leaned against the counter and looked at what he was bringing in.
"Eat your breakfast and then take your meds." He told her getting the bag on the table before going to the baby's room and setting the paint cans down.
"I don't want to eat. It will just come back." She mumbled not looking all that happy to have the food she asked for while half awake this morning.
"You have to eat Molly." Sherlock told her and she nodded and sighed.
It took her five minutes to eat as much as she could before taking her folic acid, her prenatal vitamins and omega 3s. Sherlock had done research when she went to work one day and had taken it upon himself to get her on a regimen.
He had taken to taking better care of himself and Molly was reaping the benefits. She noticed his ribs weren't sticking out and he was gaining more muscle than fat.
He had taken up boxing again. Something she hadn't seen him do since they first met and he was trying to stay clean.
He had been amazing from what she could remember. Always winning, being underestimated because he wasn't a large "steroid" man.
John went with him, the underground fighting rings, never letting on that he was making bets on Sherlock and while they're wasn't a bunch of cases and he was low on cash.
Molly has taken to cleaning him up if he ever got a good wallop in, which was unusual but did happen.
Sherlock had promised to give up fighting when the baby came so he or she didn't have to see him like that, but he still wanted to box with padding and a bag.
John had learned about them in a short conversation when Sherlock got "caught" moving his stuff out of Baker Street. It was a week later that he learned of the baby as well and he was quiet for ten minutes taking it in.
Now... all Molly had to do was finish making the baby, put up with Sherlock's nitpicking about what she was or was not eating, and him getting fully settled in her life.