A/N So its been a really good week for my imagination, again such positive responses to the last chapter! Much Love to you all who are following or favouriting my story! As ever, the characters are the BBC's!
Telling Mary had been a complete nightmare. The blonde had gone from pale white to bright red and started squealing grabbing at Molly's uterus which left her feeling sick again. Once she'd been to the toilet, Mary had calmed slightly, yet still spoke to her at a million miles an hour.
She asked about Tom, about Sherlock and upon speaking had realised the issue. Molly then had to spend half an hour of stuttering and wide eyes before she finally had a chance to ask for her help. Does she tell Sherlock?
They sat and discussed the situation from a millions different angles, it wouldn't be fair to Tom but would Sherlock even step up as a future father? The man had the emotional range of a teaspoon and was known for his cool disregard towards sentiment. And thats all Molly could consider the tiny bean of a human growing inside of her, it was sentimentality at it's highest.
"What about saying it's Tom's?" Molly felt her morals lowering as Mary gave her a angry glare.
"No."
"Say its actually the new Baby Jesus"
Molly flinched as a paper ball hit her in the face.
"You have to tell him you know."
Molly sighed and looked at her best friend.
"Which one?" Molly questioned, an eyebrow raised at the irony. It was a very good question. Which one?
—-SH/MH—-
The wedding had come round awfully quick, Molly blessed the gods up above that she had found out early about her pregnancy because at least she knew she could still fit in to her canary yellow dress.
As she attached the ribbon to her hair, which she'd pulled back to keep out of her face, Molly heard the door open and her chest tightened. Only upon hearing the keys hit her table top she felt herself relax. The run in with the strange man had really left her nerves shot to bits, that mixed with her impending pregnancy hormones left Molly a ticking time bomb.
"Are you nearly ready sweetheart"
Molly huffed slightly before preparing herself to be the doting girlfriend again.
"I'm just coming!" she called back.
She finally smoothed her dress over herself, his hands lingering on her stomach, her time was running out, soon she'd start to show.
She met Tom in the living room who was eating some toast, until he stopped mid bite.
'You look…"
Molly felt her eyes prick with tears, how could a human being be so kind. Maybe sociopaths were her type!
"Thanks" she replied meekly before reaching and taking his hand.
"Let's go"
It was a beautiful affair. John and Mary looked happier than was humanly possible as they danced together. Molly had noticed Sherlock flirting with a girl with long brown hair earlier in the evening and deliberately upped her game with Tom, hugging and kissing him whenever she could feel the eyes of the detective on her.
When he played his piece on the violin, Molly felt her eyes fog up again, he's only ever played this blasted song once. Just before he left her, he'd sat and played for hours, and it was easily recognisable to her. After it had finished, the merriment continued and Molly danced with Tom, he placed one of his hands on her stomach and Molly was quick to brush it away, berating him in a hushed tone. As she leant up to kiss him on the cheek she watched Sherlock look around the room before leaving, as quickly as she could, she told Tom she felt slightly ill and needed some air and would he get her some water. After he agreed and walked off, Molly made her way into the cool night air, the gentle music from the reception was echoing around the grounds and Molly looked around in awe of how beautiful it was.
"Running away from the party?" a deep baritone voice spoke quietly next to her. Letting out a gasp Molly spun round coming face to face with Sherlock.
"Or just running away in general?" he continued, looking around the grounds.
Molly felt herself tense slightly before thinking of a response.
"You shouldn't of called him Meat Dagger again!"
She answered hotly.
"I can call him what I please, the man is an idiot" Sherlock retorted with a scoff.
"Why do you do it?" She plead with him, hurt lacing her voice. "why do you deliberately try and hurt me?"
Sherlock remained quiet for a few moments.
'You promised me" he answered.
"Pardon?" she replied, looking confused.
"You promised me you'd wait. Dammit Molly Do you know how it felt? Coming home, realising everything I had done was over just to come back and find you engaged to another man?"
Molly couldn't distinguish the difference between shame and anger burning inside of her.
"A letter, Sherlock thats all i would have needed!"
"I told you-"
That it would ruin the bloody operation I remember" she bit back.
"I did it to keep you safe!"
"You did it because you're selfish!"
The silence that fell between them was colder than the night air they were standing in. Molly exhaled harshly, her heart pounding in her chest; he was utterly infuriating!
She turned fully to face him.
"what did you expect of me, I helped you! I gave you my word I would tell nobody and had to watch that poor man suffer through the seven hells Sherlock! Do you know what it feels like to have your heart absolutely obliterated time and time again!"
She almost respected the fact that he stayed quiet, his eyes unblinking and watching her.
"I waited, I waited and I waited. Not one sign Jesus! Not even from your brother!"
Sherlock opened his mouth to interrupt but Molly continued talking. her pitch rising slightly with every inhale of breath.
"And then I met Tom! And he was kind and considerate and didn't tell me how small my mouth was, or that I tired to hard! Instead he asked me for coffee, not just requested that he have NO MILK AND TWO BLOODY SUGARS"
She couldn't help it, she felt years of agony pouring out of her soul and all the great consulting detective could do was stand there with an open mouth, a vein throbbing dangerously in his neck.
"Do you know how much it pains me, knowing that I can never have that with you? That you can't make me feel the way he does!"
Whatever she had said, Molly was certain for a second that he wasn't listening. It wasn't until the last words slipped from her mouth that all of a sudden, the shutters in his brain were blown open. He took a step towards Molly, his face incredibly close to hers, his words a rushed whisper.
"Pray forgive me for wanting to keep you alive, I would suffer the torture, the scrutinising agony of being away from the only people i regard as friend all over again, if it meant you would be safe! I have made thousands of mistakes in the past, hurt people beyond belief, I have turned anyone away who has ever seemed to make me into a better man but don't you dare compare me to the meat head of a boyfriend that you have decided to drop your knickers for!"
Molly's response was quick and full of heat.
"That is my fiancee you are talking about!"
"Yet we both know that not for a second you were thinking about him whilst you had your legs wrapped around my waist in the changing room of that hospital don't we!"
Molly inhaled sharply, her stomach twisting, Sherlock acknowledged her silence and continued.
"That you didn't even consider your precious fiancee" he spat the word out "whilst you begged me to fuck you harder!"
Molly blushed crimson, her eyes meeting his, both of them flashing with rage. Sherlock took a breath before feeling her hand move to hit him. He caught her good wrist with his hand and stared at her before dipping his head and crashing their lips together.
"Molly?!"
They both froze, lips still attached, whilst Molly hoped they were enough of a secluded area that her fiancee would not be able to see them.
"Molly are you still out here?"
She relaxed slightly, pulling her lips away from Sherlock. After a few more cries, Tom returned inside and Molly stepped away from Sherlock shaking her head. Her mind worked at a million miles an hour whilst she tried to comprehend what had happened. She knew this was the moment, she had to tell Sherlock the truth.
"There is something I need to tell you"