Author's Note: Requested by SammyKatz...things you said when you delivered our baby.
The baby's cries pierced the ears of all who were present. Sherlock still held on tightly to Molly's hand.
"She's beautiful," Molly cooed. Sherlock smiled in agreement as their daughter was taken to be cleaned up.
"You did so well, Molly. I'm so proud of you," Sherlock told her, kissing her damp forehead. "I love you."
"I love you too," Molly said breathily.
Wrapped up in a soft pink blanket, Charlotte Holmes was being held with such care by her father who sat at his wife's bedside. Molly smiled at her husband with such love in her eyes.
"She has your nose," Sherlock remarked. He took in a deep breath as if he needed to remember to breathe in more oxygen. 'We made her."
"We did," Molly replied. She was tired and sore but it didn't deter her from the first moment of being together as a family. "You needn't worry, love." Sherlock looked up at her. "You're already an amazing father." He placed their daughter in Molly's arms.
"And you're a wonderful mother," Sherlock spoke softly. He caressed her cheek and pressed a gentle kiss to his wife's lips. "I never thought I'd have this." A single tear slipped from his eye. "What did I do to deserve it?"
"Sherlock," Molly whispered his name as if she was caressing it gently with such care. "You deserve it more than you know. Everything; you did everything right. I love you and our daughter loves you."
"I'm the luckiest man in the world to have you," Sherlock told her with a small smile.
Later on, when Charlotte was taken to stay in the nursery, Molly was attempting to get some rest.
"Sherlock," she whispered.
"Hmm?" he responded.
"Share the bed with me," Molly offered. "Please." He stood and slipped in bed beside her, wrapping his arms around her. She snuggled into him and fell asleep feeling his lips lightly pressed to the back of her neck.