Sorry this chapter is so late. But first I was battling with for about a week making it longer or posting it as it is since the end is pretty much a good cliffhanger. Also because classes have finally started to day and classes for me always mean one thing less time to work on my fanfiction. I was hoping to reveal the babies name before classes started to all my lovely readers out their. But, unfortunately life, my brain, and television mainly me trying to catch up on the episodes of CW Beauty and the Beast Season 2 that I missed last semester, got in the way. So do to the that simple fact I decided to extended part one of my overall three part story and split this particular part of Molly's pregnancy into two chapters. The first of which I will give you for now. As to future updates do to school which can get hectic especially since this is my last semester of college and I am taking two busy courses updates will be slow and I will be on what I call a semi hiatus with this story and my fanfiction in general. Because lets face it school and life comes first.

Chapter 17: Showing

29 weeks since Sherlock's fake death and 26 weeks pregnant

12 weeks until she was supposed to begin to show as she developed a baby bump and her stomach began to expand in size. At least that was what it said in every single book and article she had read on the subject of pregnancy. 12 weeks was the average time frame during which a baby began to show itself to the outside world.

Once 12 weeks game around their was supposed to be no doubt that she was expecting, and people that she barely knew were supposed to stop asking why she was sick all the time, and instead mind their own dam business.

However, when the 12 weeks came and went and it was apparent that at this moment no bump would be showing itself. Molly had worried for a moment, before doing the rationale thing and talking to her doctor. Before coming to the conclusion that it seemed her son was just like his father, and didn't care what some fancy obstetricians thought. Her son would show himself to the rest of the outside world whenever he was good and ready. In her son's case he had decided it meant about 14 weeks later.

24 hours that was the time span it took for Molly's stomach to go from being flat as a pancake to taking on the appearance of a small watermelon. Thereby reflecting the current change in her son's positioning within her stomach.

It was this little change that was not much of shock to Molly. No the two people, who were in for quite a surprise were John Watson and Mrs. Hudson, when they met Mary and Molly for afternoon tea at Molly's apartment. Because for everyone else, besides the one person who knew that Sherlock wasn't dead, and the other person who never even met him. Being in 221 B for tea was just too painful without Sherlock Holmes.

So when both John and his previous land lady entered Molly's apartment by way of Mary answering the door instead of her. They were a little surprised. It was not until they came into Molly's apartment where she was currently sitting on her couch her bare feet proper upon a foot rest, and her stomach swelling beyond its normal size.

Mrs. Hudson, looked as if she was deciding whether to faint, scream, contact the police, or simply just take a seat in one of Molly's empty chairs. Luckily the rational part of her brain seemed to win as the elderly women plopped herself down in a chair, her eye's catching the large bear that sat in the rocking chair Molly had purchased some weeks ago.

While John nearly faltered as if his eyes and his mind were in a disagreement about the bump protruding from his friend's stomach and looked as if he was about to topple over at any moment. He probably would have to if his girlfriend wasn't there to guide him from the front to an empty seat on Molly's couch.

His eyes were telling him the bump was there. But, his mind just couldn't seem to grasp that his other best friend Molly, was knocked up with the child of the man who had killed his first best friend Sherlock. No the situation seemed to be unfair, and that the world for some reason or another seemed to enjoy mocking him even further, first with Sherlock's death and now this. As John's bottom made contact with the soft upholstery of Molly's couch he let out all the air he was holding in. Before he hurriedly and not to clearly voiced the question that was on his mind, "when were you planning on telling me that James Moriarty the crazed psychopath who murdered my best friend, knocked you up, Molly?"

Since Molly was well used to the rambling that often came from the loved ones of the cadavers she had to examine in her line of field, she was able to make sense of what John was telling her. Allowing her to form her own perfectly clear response to what John had been asking.

The question was should she tell John and Mrs. Hudson who the father of her son was or lie and say she didn't know. The only problem with lying about not knowing who the father of her son was aging. As her son got older, Molly had no doubt in her mind that he would begin to take on some characteristics of Sherlock's, whether in behavior, appearance, or both. Sure she might be able to hide between father and son for now, but not later in life. Once she gave birth to him and began to grow and think for himself genetics would begin to play a significant part in her son's life. There was no altering that in any shape, way, or form.

John and Mrs. Hudson would eventually begin to take notice especially, being so close to her and the fact that her son would probably be spending time quite a bit of time with them. It wasn't like she could live like a hermit for the rest of her life once her son was born and keep him away from everyone. No, life didn't simply stop for Molly just because she was carrying Sherlock's offspring.

In the end Molly made up her mind to lay part of the truth on the table where Sherlock was concerned. The part that Molly had never promised Sherlock she would keep secret from John. Because heck, Sherlock didn't even know she was pregnant in the first place.

With firm confidence and sitting up straight so that all those around her, who didn't already know who the father of her child was, would know that she was serious. Molly firmly declared without a hint of fear or doubt that would have been found in the once mousy Molly a few months prior. "It's Sherlock" And waited for John and Mrs. Hudson's respective response.

Chow for now.