drabble prompt from Mychakk on Tumblr: #94, "You're an idiot. I married an idiot."
She kept dropping hints, but no matter what, Sherlock just didn't seem to pick up on them.
"You know, Sherlock, I'm absolutely craving Angelo's lasagna tonight," Molly said dramatically.
"I'll pick some up, darling, it's no problem," he replied without looking away from his laptop.
The next night, she tried a more obvious approach.
"Sherlock, can you check the oven to make sure I didn't leave anything in there before you do your experiment?" she called out from the sitting room. He sat at the kitchen table with his microscope.
"Molly, what's this bun doing in the oven?" he asked in confusion.
"A bun in the oven," she laughed but he didn't understand. "Don't you get it?" Nothing. "Oh bugger, you're an idiot. I married an idiot." His jaw dropped in offense.
"Oh," he spoke quietly, then, "OH! You're pregnant?"
"Now you're getting it," she said as she approached him.
"I should've known sooner. How did I not deduce it? I'm an idiot," he stated.
"Yes, but you're my idiot," she smiled. He lifted her from the ground and spun her around with delight, snogging her all the while.
"We're having a baby," he mused in wonderment, brushing his fingers across her abdomen. "Brilliant! Oh, it's Christmas!"