This chapter is rated T as it mentions sex and has some swear words in it. Still own nothing.

Months went by and Sherlock got pretty good at texting Molly when he was away. Sometimes the texts were basic such as:

Not dead – SH

And other times he would ask her what her opinion was on something pertaining to the case he was on:

Would a murderer more likely were blue or red. - SH.

She didn't think that he ever expected an answer but she always gave him one.

The colour of ones clothes does not render them guilty or innocent.

Smiling she hit send.

Not helpful -SH

I love you too XX

"Is that Sherlock?"

Molly looked up from her phone and smiled at Mary. "Yeah."

Mary smiled back. "How are things with you two anyway?"

"Good. Really good."

Reaching over Mary squeezed her hand. "Oh Molls I am so happy for you."

"Thanks. Who would have every thought that I would be in a relationship with Sherlock Holmes?" That I have been in a relationship with him for eight months."

"Not me. But I am happy for you, truly I am."

"I know you are."

Looking down Mary made sure that Lydia was still asleep in her stroller. "So what's sex like with the great Sherlock Holmes?"

Molly cackled. "Oh my god. Do you really want to know?"

Mary nodded.

"You won't tell anyone will you?"

Mary nodded. "Who am I going to tell John?"

"Okay." Molly bounced in her seat and smiled. "Let's just say that he is a very fast learner."

Mary frowned at her friend. "Come on. That doesn't tell me anything."

"Well are you going to tell me what John's like?"

"If you want to know."

"Not really."

Both women laughed.

"So..." Mary leaned forward.

"He's very attentive. He knows what I like." She looked up at the ceiling. "I cant believe I'm talking about this."

Mary chuckled. "Honestly you can stop if you want."

Molly smiled devilishly. "Okay where was I?"

"He know's what you like."

She nodded. "Right. Ummm."

"Is the sex good?" Mary prompted.

"It's the best I have ever had by far. He's also very vocal."

"Huh. Wouldn't have picked that."

Molly tilted her head.

"I dunno I just that he would be very clinical about the whole thing. Ya know, get in get out, that kind of thing."

They both laughed once more, this time so loudly that other patrons were staring at them.

"Let's say he never leaves me wanting for anything and leave it at that."

"Go Molly."

"We've had sex every day for the last eight we..." Molly's eyes went wide. "Shit."

"What's wrong?"

Molly leaned closer. "We have had sex every day for the past 8 weeks. I haven't have my period for eight weeks."

"Shit."

Sherlock stormed through the hallways of the hotel where the murder took place, John not far behind him.

"Sherlock? How long have you and Molly been together?"

"Eight months, eleven days, ten hours, Why?"

"Well I was wondering when you were going to ask her to move in with you."

Sherlock stopped and turned to his friend. "What's the saying. If it ain't broke don't fix it?"

"Well yeah. But you guys are great together, she practically lives at Baker Street. Why not make it official?"

"You have a point I will talk to her."

"When?"

Choosing to ignore his friend Sherlock kept walking.

Mary pushed the stroller trying to keep up with Molly. "Molly, slow down."

Molly shook her head and kept walking. "How did I not see this? How did Sherlock not see this? What kind of detective is he huh?"

Pushing the stroller forward Mary tapped the back of Molly's leg causing her to stop. "Let's just get the test, head back the Baker Street and take it from there. John's said they won't be back from Cardiff until tonight so we have the whole afternoon."

Molly nodded. "Okay." She took a deep breath. "Okay. You'll stay with me right?"

"Course."

Reaching the chemist Molly headed straight to the pregnancy tests. There were a lot of different brands. She bought 7 tests. Plastic bag in hand she rushed back to Mary and they headed back to Baker Street with Lydia.

It was eerily quiet as they entered the 221B. As Lydia slept Molly headed to the bathroom and Mary stood outside the bathroom door. Having peed on three of the sticks Molly opened the bathroom door. "Three minutes."

Mary set the timer on her phone. "Would it be such a bad thing?"

"I honestly don't know."

"Do you use protection?"

Molly shot her a dirty look. "I'm on the pill."

"Sorry I had to ask."

"How long has it been?"

Mary looked at her phone. "One and a half minutes."

Molly took a nervous breath.

"How many did you pee on?"

"Three? Figured it would be definitive enough."

"It'll be okay Molls. Whatever the outcome you'll be okay."

She wrung her hands together. "What if Sherlock freaks and leaves me?"

"He's gonna freak, they all do. Even John freaked out when we found out for sure. Thirty seconds left."

"Shit."

The two women stood and stared at each other. Mary's phone showed 0:00. "Times up."

"You sure?"

Mary nodded.

"Okay." A deep breath and Molly headed into the bathroom. With shaking hands she picked up the first white stick. She squeezed her eyes shut before opening them and staring at the results. Her stomach dropped. Positive. She did the same with the second. Positive. The same with the third Positive

"Fuck!"

With bleary eyes she turned to her friend. "I'm pregnant." Tears fell from her eyes.

Rushing forward Mary threw her arms around her friend who began to sob. "Do you want to get to a doctor to find out for sure?"

Molly nodded.

"Okay. Grab the tests chuck them back in the bag and we'll get rid of all of them on the way. Leave them here and Sherlock is boud to find them."

Molly did exactly as her friend ordered while Mary went and asked Mrs Hudson to look after Lydia, she of course said yes.

"Right, no baby much quicker."

Molly's eyes welled up at the word baby.

"Oh sweetheart let's go"

Thank god for Mary. She got Molly into the cab and into the doctors office never leaving her side once.

Molly sat down in the doctors office with Mary on her right.

"So" the doctor looked at her chart. "Doctor Hooper how can I help?"

Molly sniffed. "I need a pregnancy test."

The doctor nodded.

"Have you been having morning sickness."

She shook her head. "No not at all. Just feeling tired. And I have had my period for eight weeks."

Test administered they waited for the doctor to return. Just as Molly was going to ask where the doctor was he returned. "Congratulations you're pregnant. Would you like to do a sonogram now?"

She shook her head. "No I want to tell my boyfriend first."

Over the next five minutes the doctor talked to Molly about keeping herself healthy and warned her of monring sickness. Not really listening she left in a daze with Mary by her side. Back at Baker Street Mary couldn't stay long Lydia was starting to fuss and it was getting close to her bed time.

The flat was empty except for Molly who sat in Sherlock's chair staring into space. She wassn't sure how long she was sitting there. The door closing shook her out of her daze.

"That's my chair."

She hummed in agreement. "It's more comfy than that one." Her head nodded to John's chair.

Slowly she got up and shuffled towards Sherlock.

"Something's wrong."

She didn't reply but kept shuffling. "Can you just hold me please."

Sherlock complied; the whole time his brain was trying to figure out what happened.

After thirty seconds or so Molly pulled back. "Thank you."

"You've been crying."

"Yes I have."

"I made you cry?"

Molly shook her head. "No not you. I need to tell you something."

Unsure of what this all meant Sherlock slowly walked to his chair never taking his eyes off Molly. They sat opposite one another looking at each other.

"Don't deduce me Sherlock just listen."

He nodded.

"Today I found out something very unexpected and it upset me and scared me."

Sherlock tried his hardest not to interject.

"I was scared of what you'd think of me when you found out. I didn't plan for this and you certainly didn't."

"Molly" Sherlock beseeched.

"I'm pregnant." She blurted out.

Sherlock's gasp was audible.

The room was silent.

"Pregnant?"

Molly nodded. "It's yours, in case you were going to ask."

"I wasn't. You found out today."

Molly nodded. "This afternoon."

Sherlock stared at her the look on his face unreadable.

"Sherlock?"

No reply.

"Sherlock."

Suddenly he stood up, grabbed his coat and left.

Crying Molly pulled out her phone and called Mary. She answered on the third ring.

"He's gone. I told him and now Sherlock is gone."

Oh poor Molly. I made up some stuff here. I don't know if a doctor can tell you straight away but let's just say they can. Thanks for reading.