Poor Sherlock. Hope you liked the last chapter. Someone reviewed regarding Sherlock feeling useless. I wrote it this way as that is how me and my three friends all felt when our friend was in labour. It happens; your're so busy and you get in that mind frame and it all stops. Besides even the great Sherlock Holmes must feel this way sometimes. Onwards and upwards. I don't own any characters except those you don't recognise. Enjoy!
The Doctor visited with the cliché words "you're doing great, a little ways to go yet and just try and relax." Mary could have strangled him.
"My back is killing me." The patient moaned.
"Want a massage?"
"Not from you honey. You are good at many things but massages is not one of them."
He looked a little put out.
"Molly's good."
"How would you know that?"
Sherlock rolled his eyes. "She gave me one obviously. Honestly John your usual average skills of deduction are decreasing." He plopped himself on the chair in the corner. Placing his hands under his chin in the prayer position he closed his eyes.
"So massage!" The pathologist rummaged through her handbag until she found a small bottle of moisturiser. "Scooch forward I need to sit behind you."
Mary eagerly complied.
Rubbing her hands together to warm up the moisturiser she began to place pressure on Mary's lower back.
She sighed feeling her muscles loosen. "My god. Where'd you learn this?'
"I took some classes after the fall while Sherlock was away. I felt that I needed to keep busy. Keeping such a huge secret was killing me."
"It's okay Mols we get it." John assured.
A few minutes of silence passed as John updated people via text, Sherlock continued to visit his mind place and the ladies concentrated on the massage.
"Did you guys know that I have a room in Sherlock's mind palace? I bet it started out as a closet."
"A drawer." The baritone corrected.
"And now?" Mary wondered aloud.
"Huge room, big windows, lots of light, chew toys for red beard."
Molly smiled to herself.
"Sunny just like you huh?"
She nodded at the other doctor.
"That's really sweet Sherlock."
He opened his eyes and stared at the blonde haired woman. "Of course it is. She's my girlfriend."
Molly stopped massaging. He'd never used that term before. Leaning forward she whispered in Mary's ear. "He's never said that before."
Turning her head Mary winked at her friend.
The massage finished and Molly took the chair next the Sherlock's. "Girlfriend.' She smiled. 'I'm Sherlock Holmes' girlfriend.' Her eyes went wide. 'Holy shit I'm Sherlock's girlfriend. Sherlock Holmes is my boyfriend. Holy shit.'
"Stop fretting Molly." Sherlock stated from the chair next to her.
"Sorry. It's just a lot to take in is all."
He grabbed her hand. "Good though?"
She beamed at him. "The best. Mycroft's going to have a field day."
He shrugged. "An unexpected but completely welcomed bonus."
They smiled at each other.
"So I'm your girlfriend huh?" She asked playfully.
"Of course."
"And you're my boyfriend?"
"That's generally how it works."
Jumping up she threw herself at Sherlock who caught her. Sitting in his lap she wrapped her arms around his next and kissed him passionately.
"Alright you two break it up; we don't want a baby Holmes running around in 9 months time."
A red faced Molly burned her head in her boyfriend's shoulder as said boyfriend glared at his friend.
The contractions began to get stronger and last longer. Sherlock was sent on a mission to acquire ice chips. On his return he tentatively walked towards the hospital bed. He squeezed its occupant's foot and smiled at her.
"You alright there?"
"You're the one having a baby. I should be asking you that."
"It's horrible but the end result is worth it."
"Well you are doing wonderfully." He added before turning to his girlfriend and handing her a coffee.
From that moment on things progressed rapidly. The nurse (thankfully not Cynthia) was in the room a majority of the time check on both baby and mothers vital signs. That also meant that contractions got longer, came quicker and were more painful.
As predicted John felt wretched about the fact that his wife was in so much pain and useless that there wasn't really anything he could do about it. His eyes darting back and forth, scanning the room looking for anything to do to help. His best friend being excellent at observation of course noticed.
"Let's go and get drinks for everyone."
Mary nodded her thanks and without a word the men left.
"Poor John." Mary lamented once the pain subsided.
"He's fine. Just feel a little helpless I'd imagine. You know John; wants to help at any cost."
"I know. Maybe when he gets back I'll get him to set up the music."
"Brilliant idea."
One contraction later they returned.
"Sorry it look so long." The shorted man apologised. "The line was hell."
Molly water and Mary's iced tea were handed over.
"Sweetheart could you set up the music?"
With military like precision he reached for one if the bags and pulled out the laptop. A few minutes later he press play and the song Sherlock had written for their wedding filled the room. The composer rolled his eyes good naturedly.
Closing her eyes Molly swayed to the music and Sherlock watched her.
"They're perfect for each other." Mary whispered.
Her husband had to agree. He'd never thought of them together but it was a great match.
Moving Sherlock embraced Molly and kissed her head.
"Oh. You two are adorable."
The detective looked at his girlfriend then Mary and back again. "Have I missed something?"
"Yep." John popped the p and rocked on his heels.
The moment was interrupted by Molly's phone ringing. Sherlock was closer so he picked it up. Glancing at the screen he didn't recognise the name of the male caller. He passed her the phone and on seeing the name she smiled and left the room. The expectant parents began their own conversation as Sherlock's mind began to reel.
'Clearly someone she's knows and is fond of. Someone she is pleased to hear from judging by the smile on her face. She wants to keep the conversation a secret hence leaving the room. Is Molly cheating on me?'