Disclaimer - I do not own Sherlock, I am merely borrowing the characters.

AN/ I apologise for all spelling and grammar mistakes. Thank you's are at the bottom. Enjoy :)

"You're pregnant."

There it was, the reason she'd had come, out in the open. It's weird really, she planned how she was going to say, even down to the tone. She had practiced in front of the mirror before she arrived, practiced in the cab on the way here, she had practiced over and over again but it hadn't gone how she had envisioned, not even slightly, but all that didn't matter once she was reminded why she was here. It was because she was pregnant.

She watched his eyes glaze over and eventually close as he leaned back and placed his hands underneath his chin, quite obviously 'shutting down'. Molly began to read the collection of books piled on top of each other in the corner Not sure what else to do. She glanced down at her watch and saw the hands tick by. One second , two seconds, three second. She looked back up at the books. She read each title and author a few times, even sorted them out alphabetically in her mind , she looked down at her watch again. She worked out that 7 minutes 47 seconds had passed, probably 48 by now. Almost eight minutes in complete silence and it was killing her inside.

"We used protection." His voice was emotionless but Molly could have kissed him for finally saying something. She had expected this argument, finally something she had prepared for.

"Yeah, but condoms aren't 100% I guess. If you factor in all the things that could make them pointless, they're not that good. I really wasn't expecting anything sexual to happen that night so I didn't anything. I haven't been on anything for years, I ..." Molly awkwardly trailed off once she realised he wasn't listening to a word she was saying.

Perhaps she had imagined it, no one would blame her after the day she had had. He was in the same position, hadn't even moved an inch. She watched him, eyebrows drawn in concentration. He didn't even look like he was breathing.

"You're keeping it."

She hesitated in answering this time.

"Y-yes. I am."

He still wasn't listening.

Gently coughing Molly realised she was till thirsty, and that John had never actually gotten her a drink. She saw what she presumed to be her glass of water sitting on the counter, she started to stand in order to grab it when, at the corner of her eye, Sherlock twitched. She sank back down in her seat.

She began to bang her lips together gently, enjoying the satisfying popping sound it made. At least something was distracting her. She continued, and started to sway her head to a rhythm she had created with her lips. Forgetting where she was, she started to sway her shoulders slightly which grew the more she got into it until she was practically dancing to this random song she had started. She even added random clicks for emphasis. Then he twitched again, and she suddenly was brought back down to Earth, horribly uncomfortable, soul destroyingly awkward, and newly embarrassing Earth.

She had to get out of there before she made even more of a fool of herself. She couldn't just up and leave without an explanation but she had no real reason to go home. The best excuse she could think of was feeding her cat, second was watering the plants. Both were exceptionally weak. She looked down at her watch a final time and saw that it had been a total of 13 minutes and 12 seconds of vertical silence. She was just going to use one of those excuses and run away. She doubted he would even move.

"I should really get going, this has taken far longer than I thought it would and I've got to go feed my plants, urmm, I mean water my cat. Oh, no, I mean the other way around." Molly giggled in a pitch far higher than she intended.

"So, yeah, I'm going." She stood in front of him hoping for a reaction, when she saw none she made her way towards the door.

"Wait!" She turned, he now sat hands grasped on the arm rests wide awake.

"I- I, you can't go." Sherlock sighed in frustration. "I'm sorry, I know I'm dealing with this normally. It's just- i- you can't just go." He ran his hands through his hair whilst he leaned forward, pleading with her.

"Okay." She replied sincerely.

He stood and jumped around the multiple desks and sides near his chair. He vertically sprinted towards her and shoved a small rectangular card in her hands. It was a business card that John had insisted he make for his clients, so they could always reach him. Sherlock had thought it was a daft idea, completely useless to his life, but then again he never saw this coming.

"It's my number, or a number you can reach me by. Text me. We can meet, talk properly. Just give me some time. Please."

"I promise." Molly nodded, placing the card in her coat pocket something out the creases with her thumb.

"You should probably go feed your plants." His infamous side smirk had returned, which was only fitting as it was part of the reason they were in this mess.

Molly laughed, genuinely laughed and walked out of the apartment feeling peace for the first time in weeks.

She would never admit it, not even to herself but she was relieved he hadn't slammed the door in her face.

She hadn't heard much from Sherlock the past few weeks. The occasional text arranging to meet, then an almost immediate cancellation. It was nice that he was at least trying.

Her only complaint was that each time she would get carried away and book an extra hour off, very short notice. So far, over the past few weeks she has been to one dentist appointment, two optician appointments and looking after a very sick grandmother. There are only so many times you can lie to your new boss before it looks suspicious and she needed to get in his good books before she dropped the 'baby bomb' on him.

Working in a high tech, shiny new lab, being observed by one of the top pathologists in the world, all in the centre of London, it was her dream job. And that was why she hadn't told her boss she was pregnant. Mike Stamford was nice, but he was still her boss and she doubted that he would be too pleased that his brand new pathologist was expecting. He had apparently never hired someone straight from med-school but he read her recommendation and her dissertation and just had to have her.

She had heard that doctors tended to hire 'newbies' to do the worst jobs, practically making them into personal assistants but mike was surprisingly different. Her days were full of slicing and dicing into corpses, it was truly amazing. He was a bit odd at times though, sometimes he would randomly ask for a coffee. It wasn't the asking for a coffee that she found odd, it was the yelling it at her and telling her that the only decent coffee in this place was on the top floor, which took about 20 minutes to get and come back. But anything she could do to sweeten him up before she told him she was going to be leaving for a while, she would do with a big smile across her face.

She was cutting into her second corpse of the day when her phone seemed to have an onslaught of messages. Intrigued she looked down and read-

Can you come to 221B today. SH

In one hour. SH

Actually as soon as you can would be beneficial to me. SH

Now preferably. SH

I'm at work, I can take a lunch break in a little while. Molly

I have tea, decaffeinated of course. SH

I can't leave yet. I can be at yours in just over an hour. Molly

I have biscuits. SH

I don't think you're understanding that I have a job. Molly

They have jam in them. I have been reliably informed that they taste pleasant. SH

Ok, fine. I'll come round yours, it'll take me about 10 minutes. Molly

Good. Perhaps you shouldn't use a taxi this time. SH

Make that 20 minutes. Molly

Molly sighed, it looked like her cat was suddenly sick.

18 minutes later and she was walking up the steps of Sherlock's apartment. She walked inside after being informed to come right up, and saw him sitting in clearly his favourite seat.

"Hi" she greeted slightly out of breath and sat down in the chair opposite him. She shrugged off her coat and pretended that she didn't feel a strong sense of deja-vu.

"Hello."

Determined to not sit in silence for any longer than needed, she got straight to the point.

"So, why am I here ?"

He raised his eyebrow in answer.

"Well I know why I'm here, I'm just wondering why I'm here now. What did you want to talk about? I mean, I'm guessing it's about the baby, but what did you want to talk about specifically?" She rambled.

"My involvement."

She simply nodded in response, not wanting to pressure him.

"I can provide financially, but I would like more contact if you will permit it."

"Yes, of course. I would like you to be involved. That's why I told you, I wasn't looking for money."

"Good." He seemed relieved, at least to her.

"How do you want to make this work ?"

"I was thinking we should probably get to know each other first. Perhaps we could set up a regular time and meeting place." He smiled a bit forced.

"Umm, sure. How's, Thursday evenings ?"

"I-" He hesitated "that's perfect." His smile had gotten bigger for emphasis, although he was starting to look creepy.

"Are you certain ? Because you don't seem too thrilled." Molly chuckled.

"Actually, could we change to Wednesday evenings ?" Sherlock suggested cautiously.

"That's fine. Do you want to meet here ?"

"That sounds acceptable, unless you wanted to meet at your apartment..."

"Here is fine. Are you ok ? You're acting different to how I remember."

"I'm fine." The creepy smile was back full force.

"Look, You're clearly uncomfortable, I didn't want to force you into anything and if you want to leave-"

"No! I am uncomfortable, but not because I don't want to be involved." He clarified.

"Oh?"

"It's just- I have been told on multiple occasions that I'm not a very good 'people person'. So I asked for advice on this situation and they told me that you should always be nice to pregnant women."

Molly laughed.

"You should always be nice to pregnant women, but you can have an opinion too. I promise I don't bite."

"That's not how I remember it." Sherlock grinned as Molly turned bright red.

"Who did you ask ?" Molly practically yelled in hope of changing the subject.

"A shop assistant in Tesco's, I believe his name was David."

"Wait, you asked a shop assistant 'how should I treat pregnant women ?'"

"Technically I asked 'what is a suitable snack for a woman whom you got pregnant ?' He added the information about 'being nice' on his own."

With this bizarre information turning in here head, Molly thought the best question to ask was-

"What did he say? Which snack ?"

"Biscuits." He answered surprised she didn't remember the text from earlier.

"Good choice. Where are they by the way? I came here with the promise of tea and biscuits and I seem to have neither."

"They are both in the kitchen, help yourself." Molly smiled, at least he was more himself around her now.

Just as she was about to stand, the door behind her opened. John came in holding presumably heavy cardboard boxes. It was strange that neither occupant of the room had heard him rattle his way upstairs, as all of Mary's trinkets bounced off each other. John walked in muttering about 'bloody women' and their 'pointless, heavy, photo frames', he sat the box down on the floor and realised that he interrupted something.

"Oh, sorry. Didn't know Sherlock was having a 'meeting'. I won't stay for long." John quickly smiled as he pushed the box further into the apartment.

"I-" Molly started but was quickly cut short by Sherlock.

"She's not a case. Molly-John, John-Molly." He gestured appropriately between the pair. "I believe you've met before."

"Yeah, we have. Hi, again." John realised he knew the woman.

"Hi, I'm really sorry about all the crying before. I'm usually like that, I was just having a really strange day."

"It's fine, I barely remember it, trust me I'm a doctor, I've seen much worse." Remembering the odd tension between the pair the last time he saw them he could help but ask-

"What brings you here then?"

"I got her pregnant."

"Oh, congratulations." John said as a generic response to the phrase, it took him a few seconds to fully process what had actually been said. "Wait- what, I'm sorry did you just say you got someone pregnant? You? I- but you-is this a joke?" John stumbled obviously dazed. He stood with the same look of confusion etched across his face. Suddenly a distinctive female voice called out from behind-

"Uh, John, do you want to move out of the doorway 'hun ?'.

John moved aside revealing a small blonde woman also carrying cardboard boxes. She set them down on top of John's and looked around the room. Sensing the weird atmosphere she became slightly on edge.

"Well, I seem to have missed something important." She joked.

"Sherlock's got someone pregnant." John said turning to face Mary.

"Who?" Mary replied in shock.

"Me." Molly supplied quietly.

"Oh, hello. Congratulations, I guess. I'm Mary."

"Thanks, I'm Molly."

The four of them looked around unsure what to do, the women were smiling, trying to seem less awkward, John was still in a state of shock and Sherlock was cataloguing everyone's responses.

"I'm a bit peckish, not sure about you guys. Does anyone want to order some food ?" Mary broke the quiet and not so discretely elbowed John.

"That's a great idea." John said stoically.

"You should stay too, we can order pizza, everyone like pizza." Mary said to Molly. Not feeling like she had much of a choice Molly agreed smiling. Mary turned and gave a significant look to John.

"Sherlock, perhaps you should help me find the menus from the kitchen."

"I'm sure you have it covered John, I doubt you need my help."

"You never know, it might be somewhere high up, I might need your freakishly long arms to help me."

Molly watched on, thinking they were very intense about this menu business.

"Fine." Sherlock conceded and stood, walking towards the kitchen.

Mary plonked herself down next to Molly.

"I know this is way too personal, but I just have to know. Sherlock- is he good in bed?" Taken back by the question Molly's eyes widened as her cheeks light up.

"He's that good!" Mary laughed.

John looked on, satisfied that Mary was distracting Molly, he turned towards Sherlock.

"Sher-"

"Don't." He'd dismissed. "I know what you're going to say, first you'll quiz me on how I'm moving forward from here, then regardless of my answer you'll disagree."

"Well what are you doing ?"

"I'm going to be involved." John groaned and started to speak when Sherlock beat him to it.

"I know, I know, I'm immature, selfish, and irresponsible. I can't possibly look after a child." He mocked.

"They're valid concerns Sherlock!"

"Would you rather I bugger off and leave her to do it all."

"No, I just don't think filling her with false expectations is fair either."

"I know what I'm getting myself into!" He replied, frustrated.

"No you don't! You have no idea what you're getting yourself into and that's the problem. This isn't something you can just do on a whim because you're bored. This isn't a case." John fumed.

That apparently was the final straw for Sherlock as he waltzed out the kitchen past the two women nattering on the sofa and into the streets without another word.

Once John had calmed down he returned to the living room and sat down across from Mary.

"What did you say?" She demanded. John shrugged sheepishly.

Mary was glaring at John, John was rubbing his hands over his face in exhaustion and Molly was just watching it all unfold. Molly decided to break the tension that was suffocating the room by sharing a funny little anecdote she thought they might enjoy.

"I thought Sherlock was a gay prostitute."

AN/ I hope you liked chapter three, I'm not too sure how I feel about it to be honest, but I am looking forward to chapter four :)

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