I am so sorry that it has taken me so long to get another chapter posted. Let's just say I had a bit of a break down and had to move my entire life closer to family. Anyways here's another chapter. Enjoy. PS I own nothing.

He was acting strangely. She didn't know why but he was. Hell, even Mary and John had asked her what was up with him and she answered honestly. "I don't know."

Shaking the thoughts from her head Molly wriggled to get comfortable before returning to reading the latest issue of The Journal of Pathology. The article she was currently reading was quite interesting; it documented a case where a victim was identified by their feet.

"Molly would you like a cup of tea?"

Dropping the journal in her lap she looked up at Sherlock. "What is wrong with you?"

"What do you mean?" He placed the tea bags into the cups.

"You know exactly what I mean." The journal fell to the floor as she stood and made her way to where he was standing. "You're being so, so."

"So what."

"So nice."

The silence in the room was thick.

His eyes narrowed . "Are you saying that I'm not usually nice?"

"You know what I mean. Making me tea all the time. Texting me all the time. You brought me lunch at work three times last week. You read that book Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus. You told me I looked nice without wanting anything in return."

"You did look nice."

"Thank you. Surely you see where I am coming from? This isn't you Sherlock."

He frowned.

'"I mean yes you do some of those things some of the time but this is pretty full on."

"You ah. You don't like it?"

"Oh Sherlock I love it but I would love it more if it was you. You being true to yourself."

Silently Sherlock finished making the tea and handed one to Molly.

After taking a sip of tea Sherlock took a deep breath and looked at Molly. "Since Lydia was born I have noticed that you have been drawn to babies and baby products." Sherlock's speech pattern got faster and faster. "Given your age, seeing one of your friends has recently had a baby and the fact that you are now dating the man that you have been in love with for a long time; the only logical conclusion is that you want to have children of your own. I am not sure if I want children, if I would be a good father. If I said no to parenthood I may lose you but if I play my cards right and be the doting boyfriend that you deserve then you will be content and not leave."

Molly blinked at Sherlock, her mind trying to take in everything that he'd said. "Is that really what you think?"

He nodded once.

Placing her tea on the kitchen table she did the same with his. "Firstly I am in my early thirties, I'm not that old. Secondly the reason I am looking at baby related things is for Lydia. Most importantly I love you Sherlock. Yes I want children but I want to be with you more."

"You'll grow to resent me." He stated mater of factly.

Shaking her head she grabbed his hands. "I won't. I want children but I won't be heart broken if I don't have them. I'd be heart broken if I didn't have you." Going up on tip toes she kissed him. "Will you stop being crazy Sherlock now?"

He mumbled something unintelligible.

"What was that?" She smiled cheekily.

'Yes I will stop being crazy Sherlock."

"Good." She kissed him once more.

Mary stabbed her fork into her salad one more. "He what?"

"He thought that if he was nicer to me that I wouldn't leave him once I found out that he doesn't know if he wants children." She popped another chip into her mouth.

"That actually makes sense in a weird sort of way."

Molly chucked. "Don't tell him that. Do you want a chip? You've be eyeing them up since they got here."

"Oh god, yes please!"

Laughing Molly pushed the bowl of chips closer to Mary.

"I thought you wanted kids?"

"I do." She shrugged. "I think I'd be a good Mum,"

"You would."

Molly smiled at her friend. "I want kids but I want Sherlock more. If I have to give up kids to be with him then I will."

"Hey up until recently we didn't think he wanted a girlfriend. You changed that Molly, maybe you'll change his mind on kids too."

"Maybe. We've only been together 6 months, s'too soon anyway." Leaning down Molly kissed Lydia's chubby little cheek.

John was laughing, genuinely laughing as Sherlock told him why he'd been acting strangely.

"It's not funny John. It was very stressful."

John crossed his arms over his chest. "You'd have to be mad to think that was going to work. You'd have to be even more mad to not see how much Molly loves you."

Sherlock blinked at John.

"You do see that right?"

He blinked once more.

The room was silent.

"She says that she loves me but I don't know why."

John sat forward in hos chair. "Well have you asked her?"

"No? Should I?"

"If you really want to know then yes you should but if you can just accept that she loves you then there's no need to ask."

Sherlock frowned but continued to look out the window of 221B "John how did you know that you loved Mary?"

"Well um." He scratched the back of his neck. "It's kind of complicated. We really clicked and I always wanted to be with her; didn't care what we did as long as she was there. Why do you ask?"

"I think I'm in love with Molly."

Not as long as some of the others but there it is.