Last time on Like Father Like Son, John asked Molly if Moriarty had knocked her up, only to find out that Sherlock is the father and not James Moriarty. Well here's the much awaited conclusion to last weeks cliffhanger. For you all my faithful reviewers, followers, favorites, and everyone else in the Sherlock fandom to sink their teeth into.

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Chapter 18: Showing Part 2 of 2

John wasn't sure what he had expected Molly response to his prying question to be. Perhaps an exclamation would have been best. But, instead of her telling him how she had gotten pregnant with James Moriarty's baby in the first place and then telling him why she had decided to hold off on telling him about it. Molly had turned the situation completely on its head by telling him that the child wasn't even Moriarty's. No, instead her child was the offspring of the man he had watched plummet to his death of the building that Molly worked at. While, John had been pretty sure till about a second ago, that Sherlock wouldn't know what a member of the opposite sex was even if he where to fall over one. Apparently as John had just been proven by Molly's statement he was wrong.

Despite that John wasn't sure how to react to Molly's revelation. Luckily he didn't have to as Mrs. Hudson let out a gigantic scream of delight at the news, vaulting out of her chair in the process and nearly knocking over a nearby vase in the process. Luckily Mary was quick to swoop in and catch said vase.

"I'm sorry," Mrs. Hudson exclaimed, "but I'm just so shocked and all that time I thought he had a thing for our John hear."

"I'm not gay," John shouted a statement he was all too familiar with making.

"Oh I now that now dear," Mrs. Hudson gestured to him.

"But, what I want to know Molly is when the heck you hooked up with my best friend and why you waited till now to tell me about. Also Mary why aren't you that shocked about this whole predicament?" John looked at his girlfriend.

"Well John about that," Mary tried to avoid his stare out of guilt from keeping her other friends pregnancy a secret from her boyfriend and from the other secret she was keeping and had no intention of telling, from everyone else in this room.

"You knew didn't you?" John realized as he stood up, "and you kept this from me. What happened to no secrets between us Mary Morstan?"

"I know John I wanted to tell you, honestly I did." Mary pleaded with him as she held his arm in her grasp pulling on it gently in the hopes that she could get him to sit back down before he lost it completely.

"Don't blame her John I asked her not to, until I could figure out how to tell you myself as for me and Sherlock hooking up. We never actually did per say. It was just for one night, a onetime thing actually.

John went over what she told him as realization came to his mind. "It was the night before he died wasn't it?"

Molly bite her lip before speaking. "It was late. I was still there because Michael had asked me to work late that night. Any way, he was sitting next to me looking through a microscope. Only he looked you know sad, just liked my dead did when he died. So I told him he looked sad when he didn't think you could see him John. I didn't think anything off it you know after I told him I didn't count even though Sherlock said I saw him. I thought we would both go home afterwards and that would be the end of it just like it always was."

"Only it wasn't. Sherlock he came to me as I was getting ready to leave and told me that I was wrong how I did count, that he thought he was going to die and that he needed me. But, I didn't think it was actually going to happen, that he would actually die you know." Molly sobbed as fresh tears began falling down her cheeks.

Mary wrapped one of her arms gently around her best friend shoulder offering Molly as much comfort as she could.

"I didn't even get a chance to tell him that he was going to be a father before he jumped the blasted git." Molly said laying her head against Mary's outstretched arm.

"What about Mycroft and Sherlock's parents do they know?" Both John and Mrs. Hudson asked at the same time.

Molly shook her head, "no they don't. I never even met Sherlock's parents and as far as Mycroft's concerned I don't plan on telling him. Not after you told me what he did to Sherlock, John." There it was the crux of the matter the reason that Moriarty had known what he had about Sherlock was because of his brother who had sold out his own flesh and blood. What for money, power, no. Some information from a crazed lunatic who had used the information he had been given in exchange about Sherlock to try to hurt those closest to him. Luckily Molly hadn't been on that list because as far as Moriarty had known she didn't count, she never counted. Only James was so wrong, as could be attested to by the baby bump protruding from her stomach, were she felt a light kick. Placing her hand down over the bump, Molly felt the gentle motion over left palm.

"So what's the gender and the name, or are you going to keep us in the dark about that too." John looked so excited like a little kid at Christmas about to open his first present from Father Christmas.

"Oh John isn't it obvious." Mrs. Hudson gestured to the bear sitting in the nearby rocking chair. "She's having a boy why else would she have a gigantic bear all in blue."

"A boy, are you really having a boy?" John was nearly jumping for joy inside, at the idea of a litter Hooper-Holmes running about, not that he would replace Sherlock because nothing could ever replace his best friend. But, it would be nice to have someone he could be a role model to. Because heaven knows as the son the only son of Sherlock he would certainly need one.

"Yes John, I am." Molly felt the mood lighten from the gloom that had tried to settle in a moment ago from taking about Sherlock's death. "No I don't have a name yet, but I would like it very much if you would be the baby's godfather, seeing as I already asked Mary to be his godmother."

"Me the baby's godfather are you sure?" John felt honored that Molly would consider him above the other two male figures in her life Michael and Lestrade for the position.

"Yes, I'm positive." Molly replied having cleared her eyes of the tears and after giving Mary her reassurance that she was fine and a thank you, Mary returned her arms to her lap. "Who else would I ask besides my best guy friend? Besides it's what Sherlock would have wanted if he was still alive."

As the rest of the afternoon ticked on much merriment was shared between the four friends as they discussed names and were able to come up with a few that Molly might like. While some of the names she turned her nose at, and still more were just plain ridiculous so that they had earned a good laugh from everyone present. By the time afternoon tea, which had turned into more of a lunch date, ended, John, Mary, and Mrs. Hudson left with a spring in their steps, and a smile in their hearts. Because for the first time John felt that things were finally starting to look up and that all was right with the world. While Mrs. Hudson was already planning on running down to the nearest Haberdasher to perches some green and blue yarn. After all, she had a blanket to make for her new grandson.

I would like to thank one of my parents for inspiring the following sentence featured in this chapter; While, John had been pretty sure till about a second ago, that Sherlock wouldn't know what a member of the opposite sex was even if he where to fall over one.