Finally got the next chapter finished. What can I say but school and life got in the way. Plus there's the fact that I have been watching the show Castle, when I am not busy with school work.

Chapter 21: Early

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

Too early, it wasn't time yet and she still had 7 more weeks to go, but she should have figured that her and Sherlock's son wouldn't stand within reason of what the doctors' had decided was an acceptable due date, were the thoughts running through Molly's head as she tried to steady her breathing. After all if he hadn't decided to show himself until she was 26 weeks pregnant why should his due date be any different? Late to show himself but, early to arrive it would seem was her son's decree to the world.

Molly's hand was clutching tightly to the armrest of Mary's car who just a moment ago had contacted her doctor and John.

John whom Molly desperately wished was in the seat next to her, because if she couldn't have Sherlock she at least wanted the next best thing, which was to have the man she saw as a sort of brother at her side. Not that Mary wasn't a big help, because she was coaching Molly from the driver's seat as they drove down the street on the way to the hospital.

As they swung into Saint Bart's parking lot a nurse was already waiting with a gurney in hand to wheel Molly into the nearest birthing room. While Mary left to go handle getting her friends paperwork in order once she had parked the car.

The next few minutes for Molly were a blur of bright lights and sticky wetness as they wheeled her into an empty maternity room and gave her an ugly green johnny with the instructions to strip out of her clothes and get into it.

Molly wasn't sure how she had managed to get out of her clothing and into the hospital gown with her stomach contracting ever few minutes. But, any way she did and eventually found herself lying on the bed hooked up to several wires, wondering where John Watson was.

"Would you like some epidural or sugar-water?" One of Molly's nurses sweetly asked.

Molly didn't want medication or some sugar-water running through her veins. What she really wanted was John or some male figure even Anderson would have been fine at this point. But she asked for the sugar-water anyway, because she knew they would help once the labor pains really started to come and the contractions became closer together. Plus Molly was all for having as natural of a birth as possible.

"One, two, three, four…" Molly counted as she judged the amount of time it took between each burst of pain and came up with an even 2 minutes.

Suddenly the sounds of footsteps were heard several minutes later and there was a bit of yelling both from John, the doctors and a bit on her part. Because she found herself having to explain this time that instead of Moriarty, John wasn't the father of her child. "No, John isn't the Dad, but he is the godfather of my baby and he's all I have please," letting several tears fall for added effect.

"All right he can stay the doctor," gave her okay and told John to go and wash up as she tossed him a set of scrubs and directed him to the nearest sink and changing room.

The next 8 hours or so were a blur for Molly of crying, heaving, and screaming as Molly felt as if her insides were ready to burst.

While John was trying to keep himself from letting out his own screaming at the tight grip Molly held on his hand.

Tears were pouring from Molly's eyes and the doctor was shouting at her to wait. Wait was she freaking crazy Molly did not want to wait she wanted to get this giant watermelon out of her.

Push Molly the doctor told her giving her the okay, and Molly pushed with every bit of strength she had left as she screamed. Then there was a second scream a louder and smaller one as Molly laid back against the bed her hand relaxing its hold. Because finally, on July 29, 2014 at exactly 6:00am, Molly was able to hold her son for what was the first of many moments to come.

Ginger and white were the first thing that came into Molly's sight and the words, "it's a boy" were the first words that she heard as her conscious mind drew back to the present moment and her surroundings.

The nurse handed Molly the small bundle that she held in her arms. While John watched a smile on his face as the two of them looked down at her son for the first time. Ginger he had ginger hair, small little tufts of it were the first thing she noticed and he was so small. She didn't think it was possible that a child a human being could be that small, but here he was her little... her little what? She still didn't have a name.

"Miss Hooper." the doctor picked up a notepad with the newborns birth certificate ready to fill in the information required of her and hoping that the maybe just maybe she would get to put down a name that actually had some sense behind picking it, but then again she was never that lucky.

"Yes?" Molly looked up to see her doctor holding up a pad and paper.

"Name,please?" the doctor held the pen in her ready to jot down what ever name no matter how ridiculous or obscure Molly had decided to bequeath on her newborn son.

Right the birth certificate Molly couldn't just leave it blank. If only Sherlock were… Wait that was it the word Lock the last syllable in Sherlock name it certainly could be used as a name couldn't it, but no there was just something about it that didn't flow right. What about? Molly was reminded of Mary's early suggestion of naming her child after the actor she was a fan of. Well it seemed that she would be taking her best friends suggestion just from a totally different actor and a character he was playing instead.

"Loki Sherrinford John Hooper" Molly told the doctor with the utmost assurance that she had never been more sure of anything else in her life except for maybe the one sentence that had started this whole scenario in the first place, 'what do you need?'

Well here it is part 1 is done. I would like to take a moment to finally welcome to the World "Loki Sherrinford John Hopper." But don't worry my faithful readers our story does not end here. Part 2: A Look at the Life of Loki Hooper will begin shortly. I will be writing different flashes of my character's life. Warning these flashes may be inconsistent in the order however but they will basically take place between Newborn Loki and when he's 19. Therefor this is part were you all my faithful readers come in. Just give me a word or even a phrase for something you might like to see me write about in my characters life?