Before reading this chapter please take a moment in remembrance to honor all the men and women who gave their lives on 9/11 as we pray for them and their families on the day that united our country and brought so much grief. Let us also pray for the men and women who have given their lives and continue to give their live to keep our country safe. My prayers are with you.

Proud to be an American By: Lee Greenwood

If tomorrow all the things were gone I'd worked for all my life,
And I had to start again with just my children and my wife.
I'd thank my lucky stars to be living here today,
'Cause the flag still stands for freedom and they can't take that away.

And I'm proud to be an American where at least I know I'm free.
And I won't forget the one's who died, who gave that right to me.
And I'd gladly stand up next to you and defend her still today.
'Cause there ain't no doubt I love this land God bless the U.S.A.

The United States flag does not fly because the wind moves past it. The United States flag flies from the last breath of each military member who has died protecting it. American soldiers don't fight because they hate what's in front of them...they fight because they love what's behind them. (Author Unknown)

Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock, the lyrics to the song I am proud to be an American, or this quote above.

Chapter 20: Names

36 weeks since Sherlock's fake death and 33 weeks pregnant

For a first time mother such as Molly picking a child's name was quite a task, as there are so many names in the English language alone to pick from. That one was likely get lost when looking through the long list of names that a baby book held within its bindings.

Then there was the added fact that some female names in the modern world are also used as male names and vice versa. So picking a name for one's first child was no easy task. But, throw in the fact that the child was the son of Sherlock Holmes into the mix and the task was near impossible. This was all because of one thing, the fact that the Holmes family was famous for having at least one name that was downright ridiculous or unordinary in their full name, as could be attested by their two sons: Sherlock and Mycroft. Now both of the Holmes' brothers did have perfectly normal first names, but had chosen to go by their unordinary name. It was for this reason that Molly had decided something as simple as George or Jacob Hooper, after her brother or father just wouldn't do.

Now Molly could have saved herself the trouble by naming him after his father William Sherlock Scott Holmes. However, there were great risks and dangers in that, and Molly didn't want the father of her child to be obvious to anyone that could pose a threat to her and her son's safety.

Molly was looking through the S's trying to find another name that she could have used or even something similar when she came across it. A name that was both unusual and she liked, Sherrinford.

"Sherrinford," she tried it out loud.

Still there was something missing she noted as much as she liked the name. Molly felt that the name Sherrinford suited her child more as middle names, which meant that Molly still had the dilemma of finding a first name to add to the mix.

Molly closed the book with a loud "thud." It was her hope that a break from staring at thousands of baby names neatly placed in rows upon rows, and page up on page, would allow her mind to clear and find the perfect first name.

At that moment her wristwatches' timer went off and Molly looked at the time, 7:0 0pm. It looked like her search for the perfect baby name would have to wait Mary would be here in a few minutes to pick her up for the movies. A movie that Molly wasn't too sure about seeing, because it was a superhero flick: The Avengers.

Molly being women of science had never been much into comics. She also hadn't been to see many movies as of late, because first there were her studies, and then once they were done work.

But, the movie had gotten good reviews plus there was the added fact that it would be a special screening for curtesy of a coworker of Molly's who was married to the guy who owned the theater. Finally, Molly was on maternity leave and felt that she deserved a chance to unwind and enjoy herself with a couple of her gal pals.

Molly sat back in one of the plush cushions, the credits had finished and the movie started. Several minutes into the movie and she could have been bored or better yet looking for a way to get out of her seat and the theater without being seen.

But, within only a few minutes Molly was entranced especially when a certain male trickster who was played by Tom Hiddleston came onto the screen. Loki with his dark brown hair, blue-green eyes, and dressed in black, green, and gold armor drew Molly in with his crafty ness. Then there was the added character of Thor who was apparently Loki's older brother.

At the end of the movie when Loki was bound in chains and his mouth covered Molly couldn't help but feeling a sense of sorrow for the character in its plight. And as the credits rolled Molly was looking forward to the sequel and clapping along with the rest of her friends.

As the lights came on Molly was standing up to exciting the theater with her friends from her chair on the end of the row when she felt wetness between her legs followed by a slight pain in her stomach.

"Molly are you okay?" Mary turned back to see Molly clutching the back of her seat with one hand and her stomach with the other.

Molly quickly looked down to see a trail of water going along her legs and towards the ground. "Yay, except I think my water just broke and I might be going into labor."

Till next time my fellow Sherlolly's.