drabble prompt from Mychakk on Tumblr: #54, "Why's there a pregnancy test in the trash?"
Molly returned home to 221B from a long day at work. Sherlock was in his mind palace on the sofa. Upon deciding that a warm bubble bath is just what she needed, Molly gathered her pajamas and ventured into the bathroom. That's when she noticed a little pink box in the trash.
"Sherlock!" she shouted. He came running frantically.
"Molly? Are you alright? What's wrong?" he panicked.
"Why's there a pregnancy test in the trash?" Molly asked with confusion.
"Well, you see, I was conducting an experiment on-"
"Nope," she stopped him.
"It's Mrs. Hudson's?" he attempted.
"Sherlock, out with it," Molly told him. If she didn't know any better, she'd say he looked nervous.
"I want us to have a baby," Sherlock blurted. Molly laughed but his face was far from joking.
"Oh, you're serious," Molly realized. "God, Sherlock, are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure. I want to start a family of our own and maybe we can buy a cottage in the country; maybe Sussex or even Dorset. I could begin beekeeping when we retire there permanently and-" he faltered when she kissed him softly.
"That sounds lovely, Sherlock, but maybe we should wait until after our wedding this weekend?" she laughed.