The sun shines brightly as droplets of crystal clear water fall from the remaining icicles on the home of Molly Hooper. Yesterday while Sherlock was busy at Sherrinford, she had called her OB-GYN for an appointment, just for a checkup and to talk to a doctor about her chances of conceiving a child.

When Sherlock had gotten home later than night, she was already in bed but unable to sleep, restless and worried. Ever since being raped as a teen, and miscarrying her first pregnancy, she has been worried sick about whether she would be able to carry another. The knowledge that she has some scar tissue near her cervix makes her assume, as a trained doctor, that it would be more difficult. Although, those types of things impact some women a lot more than others.

Sherlock had crawled into bed after freshening up and changing, pulling her close into his arms and comforting her once she told him she wanted to go for a checkup. He murmured soft encouragements into her ear and kissed her gently, letting her know that he loved her no matter what.

If there is one thing he knows Molly hates to speak about, its what happened to her; and even worse than that, the loss of her son. It has haunted her since the day she lost him at only eighteen.

Today was a new day. The sun was out, the temperature was much milder for now, and of course, she had Sherlock all to herself. He had promised her that since he spent all day away yesterday, that she would have him all to herself today. He can't help being nervous and anxious as well, but he knows that she needs support a lot more than he does.

Sherlock caresses her arm tenderly as he spoons her. They had been awake for awhile, but relatively silent. He can see her mind spinning, every worry and fear etched on her face. He brings his lips to her cheek and gives it a gentle peck.

"Molly...no matter what they say, I'm yours. Always. Kids or no kids. You are the only woman that I will ever want. You are the woman I want my life and my future with. You complete me in ways that I never thought possible. I love you."

Molly's honey brown eyes water, the rays of the sun just kissing a bit of them from the way she is facing. She slowly turns to face him and looks into his eyes. "I know, and I believe you. But I'm not just worried about disappointing you, I'm also worried about disappointing myself. I have wanted to be a mother ever since I lost my Declan...I suppose in some ways I am, but I never truly got the chance to play the role. I want the experience. And I know what I'm asking for, I know the risks and the pain, and nearly everything that could go wrong. But I want to be a mother, and...I want you to be a father. I want to give that to you, because recently you've given so much to me. And words can't truly fathom how much I love you, Sherlock. I also know that I could go to my appointment today, and I could be fine. But there's a larger chance of bad news because I've heard it before. They thought that the scarring contributed to my miscarriage the first time. Obviously I was too thin and I had a lot going on at the time too...and I've dealt with those issue. But this one won't go away. And I-...", her voice wavers, "I've done everything in my power to never remove that night...but its literally engrained inside me, it scarred me not only mentally but physically. So much that I could have trouble trying to have a child with you, and I HATE that!" Her lip trembles and tears fall down her face.

Sherlock listens and nods, pulling her body close in a bear hug, and gently resting his chin atop her head. He lets her cry and get out all of her frustration, rocking her soothingly. "I understand how you must feel. But you also have to know that its not your fault, and its not something you can control. It...it just...is what it is now. You can get through this, and I'll be right by your side to help you through. And I promised before, but I will promise you again. I /will/ make you a mother. I swear on my life. With everything possible today, it will happen. If it still doesn't, there is surrogacy and adoption. You'll get your chance. I promise you. I love you too."

Sherlock brings her chin up and strokes her cheek, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. When they pull back, Molly looks into his eyes and takes a deep breath, nodding. "Okay. I can do this."

He smiles and kisses her forehead, encouraging her to have some breakfast before the appointment.

After her checkup, the doctor had spoken with her regarding her concerns, and did express that she may have trouble conceiving. She had confirmed that Molly does have intrauterine scarring from her miscarriage, but since it isn't major, there is no way to accurately predict the percentage of chance she has. There is about a fifty-fifty chance that she won't have any issues getting pregnant, but that her concerns are warranted.

Sherlock holds her hand as they stroll to Molly's car, and he squeezes it gently. "I understand why you were hesitant to tell me, because I seemed a bit too happy or eager for children before, and I'm sorry. I also realize why you were concerned about your possibility of getting pregnant the first time we slept together without protection, because you didn't exactly know how this would or wouldn't affect you. But to me, the percentage…it doesn't matter too much to me, because I love you so much. I know we will do whatever we possibly can when the time comes, if you're up for that, and you need help conceiving. But I really don't think we should worry quite yet."

Molly intertwines their fingers and nods gently, letting out a breath she wasn't aware she was holding. "I did act a bit rashly...I'm just not getting any younger; neither of us are." She takes another deep, slow breath and hugs his arm as they walk. "I guess I just have to have faith. My dad would say that to me all the time. "Just have faith, Mollygirl, and the light will always be at the end of the tunnel, waiting for you". It always made me feel better, and so far I suppose its been true. Through all my worst times, there has been a light waiting for me, to help me heal. I just have to be a bit more patient. As you know, I can rush into things sometimes...", she smiles shyly.

"All too well", he chuckles softly. "Your dad was right, and I'm grateful you pulled through. I have never met anyone as strong, resilient, and…absolutely awe-striking as you are. You impress me all the time."

Molly's cheeks flush red and she looks up at him softly. "Thank you for being one of the lights."

Sherlock kisses her head and smiles. "Thanks for saying that I was."

"You know what else I'm realizing?"

"What is that?"

"Well...if I'm to check to see if I can conceive or not normally, I assume it will take a bit of...experimenting...", she blushes and smirks softly.

"Ohhh...well, Doctor Hooper, is that an invite or a tease?"

"Mmh..both", Molly grins playfully.

"Good. You know how much I love experiments. Especially those ones", he winks at her seductively, causing her pink flush to wash down her neck as he chuckles deeply.

"Ugh, come on", she giggles and grabs her keys, hopping into the car. "Luckily I don't live far, and you, Mr. Holmes, promised me I'd have you all to myself today."

Sherlock gets in the car and smirks. "That I did, future Mrs. Holmes. That I did."