Me again. I am not too sure when this chapter will be up as I am going through a few things at the moment. I don't own any of the characters you see.

The advantage of being exceptional at your job means that you can take a few liberties here and there. Molly was exceptional at her job but had never really taken advantage of that fact, she never had reason to, until now.

A month or so ago Mary had begged Molly to be at the birth of Baby Watson.

Mary placed her green tea on the table.

"John will be amazing but I need you there for when he inevitably freaks out and needs breaks. More importantly I want you there."

Really, how could she say no to that? She had been assured that her job throughout the birth was an important one. Look after Mary, look after John who would be looking after Mary and look out for Sherlock who would no doubt think he was looking after everyone but would in fact be annoying them. Taking a second she went over the schedule:

9.30am Remind Sherlock that sometimes it's best to be quiet

10.00am Meet at Barts

10.15am Remind Sherlock again

10.30am Grab a coffee

11.00am The baby show begins.

Running over the schedule a few more times she placed her tea-cup on the bench before heading downstairs to wait for Sherlock. The cab showed up right on time. The back door swung open and Molly got in.

"Things would have been a lot easier if you stayed at Baker Street last night."

"Good morning to you too." She kissed his cheek.

"Good morning. Things still would have been a lot easier if you stayed at Baker Street last night."

With the destination given to the cabbie they were off. The streets of London whizzed by. The streets that Sherlock knew well. His life had changed so much. Never had he thought that a baby would be in his social sphere; hell, if he was honest he never thought he'd have friends. Let alone Molly. Reaching out he grabbed her hand and intertwined their fingers.

"Now don't forget that Mary is probably going to get stressed and John will no doubt get upset because he'll feel useless. You may have to bite your tongue a time or twelve."

He stared at her. "I'm not sure I follow."

She sighed, "You're a brilliant man."

"Your point is?"

"Clearly not modest. You're brilliant and we all know that. We all care for you but you have a tendency to get peoples' hackles up."

"Ah. I promise to be on my best behaviour."

"Good." She kissed his cheek once more. "John and Mary both want you there but if you make trouble I will kick you out."

Nodding he turned to look out the window once more. A few city blocks went by in silence. "I'm worried." He confessed still looking out the window. "When the baby comes that's one more person who can get hurt because of me."

"Hey."

He turned to look at her.

"This baby has an ex army Dad, a kick ass Mum, an Aunty who can kill and make it look like an accident and the world's only consulting detective as an Uncle. She will be the most loved and well protected baby in London."

"Thank you."

Winking at the detective she checked her phone before placing it back in her hand bag.

After paying the cabbie, the passengers exited the cab and made their way to the maternity ward. On their arrival a nurse in bright pink scrubs stood at the reception desk.

"Hello, Dr. Hooper."

The doctor plastered a fake smile on her face. "'Cynthia, how are you?"

"Good. This place is a bit out of your league isn't it? What with living people and all."

Chancing a glance at Sherlock Molly noticed that his jaw was clenched.

"We're here for the birth of the Watson baby."

"I'm not too sure how much help you'll be, Doctor. They are in suite 371. Who's this handsome man?"

"Thank you." Molly snarled stomping towards suite 371. The voices inside the room were hushed as the final two members joined the birthing team.

"Did you see Cynthia?"

Rolling her eyes Molly moved towards her pregnant friend and kissed her cheek. "Yes. Argh, I can't stand her."

Mary chuckled.

The pathologist joined in as she moved to hugged the soon to be father. "How ya doing?"

John nodded more than times than necessary.

Molly smiled warmly. "Mind if we steal this one for a cuppa?"

Mary shook her head. "Go ahead. I'll see you soon."

Bidding Mrs. Watson farewell the trio headed to the staff cafeteria.

"Staff cafeteria with only one member of staff; how rebellious, Dr. Hooper."

"That's enough from you, Mr. Holmes. Anyway, it's two doctors and a consulting detective to New Scotland Yard. If people don't like that they can get in line to bite me."

John laughed loudly.

"He lives."

"Shut it Sherlock." John chuckled.

Stomachs sated with tea and coffee they headed back to Mary with some goodies for her and more than a few for themselves.

"Doctor will be here soon."

"You've already got two here." Molly laughed. "Sorry, bad joke. Not funny. So, what do you want me to do with this one?" She motioned to Sherlock.

Mary sat up further in her bed. "I figure that Molly, you can support me and John and Sherlock, you can tell us if the doctor is lying about anything."

"Anything?" The detective cocked an eyebrow.

"Anything pertaining to the health and wellbeing of my wife and daughter yes."

Sherlock sighed. That wasn't anywhere near as exciting.

A comfortable silence fell over the group.

"Just so we are clear you are not looking at my vagina."

Sherlock frowned. "There is only one vagina in this room that I desire to view and it is not yours."

"Okay that's enough!" Molly laughed nervously.

Personally he didn't see a problem with that statement. "Not good?"

The three other occupants in the room looked at each other and laughed. Seeing his ego was hurt, Molly walked over and kissed him sweetly.

Once Mary was induced the countdown began. So far it had been two hours with no sign of baby Watson leaving her current abode.

A suggestion from her friend and agreement from her husband now had the expectant mother and her entourage walking the halls of the maternity ward. Two of the entourage wanted to accompany her while the other wanted coffee.

"I still say that Sherlock is a girl's name."

The Watsons laughed.

"Too late, we already have a name picked out." John shrugged at his friend.

"Molly is a perfectly fine name," the dark haired man suggested.

"On no. I would never inflict my name on anyone."

"But I like your name."

"It's not all you like. Owww." John grasped his stomach where Mary had hit him.

"Dr. Hooper!"

The group stopped and turned to see Cynthia walking towards them.

"Yes?" Molly replied through clenched teeth.

"Oh, I see you've managed to latch on to a group of people."

The group all stared at the intruder. John in disbelief, Mary like she wanted to slap, Molly like she wanted the ground to swallow her but Sherlock looked furious.

"Mr. Holmes; I'm a big fan." The on duty nurse stepped closer. "I just love that hat you wear."

Both Watsons failed to stifle a laugh.

"Cynthia, is it?

"Oh uh," the ex-army doctor mumbled.

The nurse nodded and smiled.

"You know Dr. Hooper of course?" He reached across and put his arm around her waist.

"You see Cynthia, Molly means a lot to me. The fact that you seem to belittle her and her decision be a published pathologist only shows your lack of intelligence and gives me a very in depth look into the simplicity of your brain. In future I suggest that you give Dr. Hooper the respect that she deserves otherwise you will have made me into an enemy. Do you understand?"

The nurse nodded.

"Good, now run along." She couldn't leave quickly enough.

"My hero!" Molly declared, kissing Sherlock and laughing.

"Stupid cow," Mary cursed in the direction the nurse had left.

A few more corners were turned and Mary had had enough of walking. Somehow Sherlock managed to procure a wheelchair (no one asked how). With Mary safe in the wheelchair they headed back to suite 371.

Waiting was something that Molly excelled at; after all she had waited for Sherlock to have some kind of romantic feeling for her for years. John and Mary were pretty good. Sherlock, however, despised waiting (unless it was on a case). Six hours since the induction and nothing at all had happened. All the research he had done stated that inductions can take some time to have results. Six hours wasn't some time, it was an age.

Mary's face scrunched and the grip on her husband's hand tightened as the first painful contraction hit her.

Sherlock looked at the scene, fascinated by what was going on. John was playing the supportive husband by holding her hand and brushing the hair from her face while Molly timed the contraction. For the first time in his life Sherlock Holmes felt useless.

Still no Baby Watson. I had to break the next few chapters up otherwise it would be one super long one that I would never get out. Please review and let me know what you think. Thanks