Well here it is the next chapter I now I said it would be short but sometimes your muse has other plans. I also don't own Sherlock and probably never will. So I'll just have to settle for ownership of his offspring instead. Also I have a pole that I would like my readers to vote on my profile as I do have a perplexing issue concerning one of my mysteries that I have in mind for this story. While I don't have all the detail completely figured out I do have the murder, and a victim in mind its just I'm puzzled as to whether to make the intended person the victim or someone else.

Chapter 5: Appointment

1 months and 3 weeks and 2 days

Soon after finishing with the results of her pregnancy test Molly had immediately called the doctor and booked an appointment. Even if the home test results were positive she wanted to make absolutely sure, as they weren't always accurate and to check that everything else was okay with the baby.

Now 2 days later after getting a qualitative hCG blood test and quantitative blood test done, Molly sat waiting for what felt like hours in the receptionist office for her name to be called. Her hands drummed nervously along her lap, as she just sat there in a bright red chair with a back that was not comfortable. While all around her a sea of women, all with swollen bellies of various sizes and their husbands stood patently awaiting their turn to see the doctor. This of course did not help Molly's nerves at all. Sitting there all alone made her feel like they were all staring at her. Why shouldn't they? Molly was after all the white elephant in the room, with no man doting over her and trying to calm her fears.

God she thought looking at the clock on the far wall that chimed 12 straight bongs so as to signal that it was lunch time, if there was ever a time she needed Sherlock it was now. But, she had no way off contacting him and until Sherlock dismantled Moriarty's web Molly was on her own. She had no one both her parents were dead God rest their souls. Her mother she didn't remember that much she was 5 and her name was Abigail. But, she remembered she was kind and loving, with a smile that could bright up even the dreariest of days. But, as cheerful of a person was Abigail Hooper, she was also very fragile and week. After Molly, had been born the doctors had told her that any more pregnancies could be risky. It was during her third pregnancy that there were complications in the delivery room and in the end they had lost the baby and her mother. While her father as she had told Sherlock had died from cancer while she was in her third years of Study's at uni. As for siblings, the only one she did have had been her older brother Jacob. However, when Molly was 13 years old Jacob was killed by a drunk driver while driving him and his date home from the junior prom. As for aunts and uncles her father had been an only child while her mother's older brother Stephen Thrasher had been disowned by the family when he was 17 on account of a disagreement with her grandfather, and hadn't been heard from since.

"Miss Hooper, the Doctor will see you now" the nurse called drawing Molly's attention to where a woman stood at the opened door leading into the office, with clipboard in hand.

"Ah, yes thank you," said Molly rising from her chair to make her way through the door.

"First door on the left," said the nurse pointing down the hall before looking back at her clipboard.

Molly briskly walked down the hall way in the direction the nurse had pointed and entered a room. Sitting at the desk was a tall elderly woman that was around her height with dark brown hair of medium length and warm brown eyes sitting at a desk. "Welcome, you must be Miss Margaret Hooper. Is this your first time?" the doctor turned to Molly a clipboard on her lap and a pen in her left hand.

"Yes, my regular doctor, Dr. Livingston recommended I should make an appointment with you. Any way can you really tell this is my first time? I'm sorry, I must look like a mess."

"Hey don't sweat it everyone gets nervous during their first visit. Why don't you have a seat on up here and will get things taken care of."

Molly sat down on the doctor's table, the paper making a slight ruffling sound as she did so.

"Alright first things first Molly can you answer some questions for me. How long has it been since your last period?"

"42 days," Molly answered ringing her hands together. As she looked at the doctor write down her answer, on her note pad.

"And during that time any change in moods or anything?" the doctor asked Molly.

"None so far except I have been a little tired, is that normal?" Molly looked at the doctor with worry. She had heard stories about being pregnant from some of her girlfriends and always assumed she would feel sick to her stomach, but so far she had felt perfectly fine, aside from being late with her period that is.

"It's perfectly fine Molly, sometimes the symptoms don't start showing themselves until latter. Every baby is different and I'm sure yours will be no exception. Now as for the results of your test they were positive. Would you like to know how far along you are?" the doctor asked Molly putting down the pad of paper she was holding and getting up from her seat.

"Yes please," replied Molly.

Taking out some ultrasound gel the doctor asked Molly to lift up her shirt to which she obliged.

"This may be kind of cold," the doctor told her as she rubbed the jelly like substance onto her back.

The gel felt cool to the touch and Molly watched as the doctor laid the devise on top of her belly. "Alright, let us see what we have here flipping on the switch. Oh I there we are little one," she smiled on finding the embryo, "would you like to see your child, mam?

Molly nodded.

The women smiled turning the screen of the monitor so that it faced Molly. Tears on seeing her child for the first time fell from her eyes on seeing the image displayed on the monitor. Although, the child had just started to form Molly was already feeling the effect that all mothers who love their children feel. That it was her duty to protect and care for another human being. Just as Sherlock Holmes and Molly Hooper truly loved each other above all others. Then it was only fitting that his child could be the only thing that could stand to measure up to that love that their parents felt for one another. "That's my baby?" Molly said looking at the screen with complete joy at the life she had helped to create.

"That's your baby," the nurse smiled. "Now according to your test ultrasound Miss Hooper you are 4 about weeks pregnant. This means I would put your due date at around September 18th 2012. As for the gender it's way too early to tell and I'll need you back here in about 8 weeks for your next appointment. Now do you have any question?" Removing the monitor from Molly's belly and turning off the ultrasound, so that she could slide her shirt back over her belly.

Molly fired off several questions to which the doctor happily answered before scheduling her next appointment in 8 weeks. Finally, after giving her a copy of her emergency contact should she need her, Molly was sent on her way.

As she left the office and headed back to her apartment Molly was left with the knowledge that whatever crises may come she would be there for her child, she would be strong until Sherlock's return she told herself. For then it would be three of them mother, father, and baby.

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