"I just want to know why my brother had tea with you!" Sherlock shouted at Molly from across the autopsy table and crossed his arms.
"Like I told you before Sherlock, ask him." She told him for the fifth time in the last 30 minutes and looked up from the body she was cutting open. She moved to grab the bone saw and flipped it on when she saw he was about to open his mouth again and smiled before putting it to the ribs and working her magic.
The noise cancelled out whatever he was going to bring up. She was fed up with the Holmes family today. She had morning tea with Mycroft, had a phone call with his mother, and now Sherlock was here acting like he couldn't get the ridiculous information from his brother. If he couldn't then the entire conversation she had with Mycroft was moot.
She finished with the chest and moved on to check the rest of the body. She was getting her finding recorded when she heard him say something about his mother too.
"Something so ridiculous as grandchildren." He spat out and for a moment, she was glad that eh found it just as bazar as she did, but then it hit her, the way he said it like it was disgusting to think about. Like he wouldn't want kids of their own.
"Right." She muttered and went back to listing her finding of the body in front of her and she got to be done and went to wash up. It was their dating anniversary, which marked 5 months since their wedding... and she could kind of get why her mother in law and brother in law were pressuring her about kids, they usually happened by now with newly married couples that did love each other.
"I mean really, we've only been married a couple minutes, and you're not even fully moved in yet. You still have a couple boxes to unpack." He ranted.
"I get it Sherlock no kids. No accidents. No babies. We both know I am not pregnant Sherlock. Why worry." She told him and he stopped and looked at her.
"Because they're plotting something. They want little kids now, babies. From us. Can you imagine that? A baby at Baker St?" He shuddered like the thought truly disgusted him and Molly took the hit to her future dreams with him and just kept quiet.
"I know that Sherlock. Stop telling me and go get your family." She waved at him and he seemed to think about it before coming closer and giving her a kiss.
"I am going to see my brother and make another call to my mother. No babies." He cheered and Molly just nodded as she started to type out her reports. He was out of the room for five minutes before she sank down in her chair and let reality wash over her. No babies... no babies for her and no grandchildren for her mother in law.
No baby soft skin or stretch marks. No painful delivery. No fighting with him over names or genders. No little boys that had his eyes and curls. No mini Sherlocks for the world. No baby for a woman who so desperately wanted her own.
They didn't even have a conversation about it before he simply said 'never going to happen'.
It kind of defeated the purpose of being in a marriage. To compromise for the other person. To love and help and care for the other person.
She knew marrying Sherlock would never be normal. Just like living with him wasn't. But to have him decide things so big as to when or if they have babies... without talking to her about it, it hurt. So much so that she was starting to feel sick.
Sick and sad. She called her boss, telling him that she didn't feel good and needed to go home. Before she left she called John and asked if she could possibly pick Rosie up from the creche. She heard Sherlock in the background. She didn't acknowledge the worry, just headed to get Rosie. She took her back to Baker street where the boys were no where in sight or sound and she got to spend time playing with Rosie. Teaching her numbers and the alphabet. Some songs. She changed diapers and cradled her happily. She was a toddler but she was the closest thing that Molly would have to a baby unless John suddenly fell in love and had another baby.
She was tearing up as she put her down to sleep. Knowing one of two things...
She would either never be a mommy, or she would have babies that weren't Sherlocks.
She cared for Rosie until both boys were back, and then she started on dinner. She might not be fully moved in, but she was used to the force feeding she gave sherlock and she was always happy to have John and Rosie stay for dinner too.
Tonight she didn't interact with the two, just let them be, and she finished up in time to help make Rosie's chicken nuggets too. She got them all on the little high chair they now kept around for her when the boys would be out on a job and she would solo take care of Rosie.
She paid more attention to Rosie through the dinner, and once they left, she made her excuses to be away from Sherlock. Her excuses so she wouldn't have to be in the same room for too long with him. And he noticed that too.
He noticed everything. Her extra cuddles and kisses to Rosie when they were leaving. Her teary eyes as she waved goodbye as if she wasn't going to see her for years. He had seen the sheen in her eyes earlier too, when he was leaving. He had chocked it up to her not feeling good, but now he could see it all kind of centered around Rosie.
"Are you missing her a lot?" Sherlock asked and she looked up and over as she came out of the loo.
"Missing who?"
"Mary." he said and she looked confused and that was what really threw him through a loop. "Is that not what you are upset about?"
"I am not upset about anything Sherlock. I am just tired and I don't feel well." She lied and he followed her and blocked her into their room at the end of the hall.
"If you didn't feel well you wouldn't of picked Rosie up let alone kiss her so many times. What's wrong? You're not ill." He told her and she sighed.
"Let's just not get into it Sherlock. I am tired."
"From what?"
"Everything. A lot of things. I have been over thinking something from work. I think I was ill when I left." She told him and he couldn't call her lie since he wasn't here to see her when she got home.
"Did you have a fever?"
"No."
"A stomach ache?"
"No."
"A headache?"
"No."
"What made you feel ill."
"My throat." She told him and made sure to cover herself up all the way, no sneak peeks for him tonight which did lead him to believe that she might be ill. They rarely went to bed these days without some kind of teasing and sex.
"Still feel it?" He asked and she nodded as she came around the closet and moved to get in bed. "What does it feel like."
"Know the term frog in your throat?" He nodded at her explanation and eh watched as she swallowed hard and he moved to sit on his side of the bed but closed in on leaning over her.
"Tell me what's wrong."
"I'll be fine. Just have to get over it." She told him and she smiled before she turned away from him.
"Molly love, what happened? Another child in the morgue?"
"No." She shook her head but kept turned away from him.
"Tell me please." He begged and she just stayed silent. "Molly. I can't help if I don't know what you're keeping from me."
"I'm not the one keeping anything. Just drop it sherlock, I am tired." She sighed and moved her hips around as if she couldn't get comfortable.
"I'll shower and come in to lay down too." he told her and made sure to hit all the lights on his way out. He showered and went over the days conversations, her notes in his mind were kind of fresh, but nothing in them shouted 'problem'. It didn't hit him until he got out of the shower and saw all the things she used today to play with Rosie.
Almost everything they had for her was out and organized... more so than all the other things she had brought with her from her flat. She had spent the day with Rosie after being asked about grandchildren. And he said they weren't going to happen.
He could kick himself. He turned and headed into the room they shared, slipped into the bed they made love in and made sure to pull her tight against his chest. "Molly."
"What?"
"I do want children. I want them with you. But not while we live here."
"Where else would we live. You wouldn't leave this place for a million cases anywhere else."
"I would leave this place if you turned up pregnant tomorrow, but you won't be. I thought you said that you wanted to be sure about me. I can't knock you up if you're still going to be testing me."
"I am not testing you. I only said I was unsure because you and I were only dating. I am sure about your Sherlock. If I wasn't I wouldn't have married you." She told him and he kissed her neck.
"If I had known that I would have moved forward with you. I wouldn't leave this place... at least not for work purposes. Tomorrow I will et a list of homes we could afford and we can go look at some. Once we're settled... we can talk about giving my mother grandchildren."
"Sherlock-"
"You think I wouldn't want you to be the m other of my children? You? My Molly? Oh no my darling. You're going to produce at least three." He teased and she pushed at him but turned around in his arms and cuddled in closer to him. "Love of my life, wife, and mother of all my future children." He kissed her head and she relaxed into him. "Now sleep, it's good for your eggs."