Phillip Anderson seemed hesitant.
"Dr. Lestrade?" he asked, cautiously.
Molly looked up at him, smiling warmly. She wondered briefly if there was to be another dinner guest soon.
"Did Lestrade… I mean… Greg… ever have doubts or… trepidations… when you were pregnant?
Molly thought on this carefully. Of course Greg hadn't doubted, but how to convey that to one very nervous man who had suddenly decided to start a family with someone that everyone had, until that point, assumed was just a casual affair…
"Not for a single moment," Molly said. "He naturally wondered how he'd be as a father, but not once did he question our decision to start a family."
Anderson nodded thoughtfully at this, seeming to absorb it, and to think on it.
"I wonder too, how I'll be. I mean, as a dad. I've never really wondered at the decision. Just if I'll be…" he trailed off. "Damnit. If I'll be GOOD enough for her. Or him."
"Have you dinner plans tonight?" Molly suddenly asked. She smiled mysteriously at the nervous man, who simply shook his head.
"Well, you do now," the petite pathologist stated firmly.
Later, after dinner, Phillip Anderson sat in Molly's rocking chair, holding a very contented Bailey, with natural ease that surprised him.
"No doubts now, thank you little one," he softly breathed.