Well here it the first chapter to Part 2 of 3 of this fanfiction. Just a reassurance for all of my followers at their that I am in now way done with this story not by a long shot and that I am only getting started in introducing Loki Hooper to you all. Now that the pregnancy stages are out-of-the-way. We can get into the Meat of this story. The part in which I will be essentially allowing you to get to know my character from a newborn to an adult (22). The people whom make up his life and the situations they encounter with him or because of him. There will be tears, frustration, laughter, and every emotion that can be stuffed into our Sherlolly box, but I hope you will be patient and join me in this ongoing voyage as I present to you

Part 2 of Like Father Like Son: The Life of Young Loki Hooper

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock only Loki Sherrinford John Hooper

Neonatal intensive-care unit or NICU: were all premature babies or those who need special care after being born have to stay. The more serious the problem the longer the stay for the newborn.

Neonatal intensive-care unit (NICU)

To many wires that was the first thing Molly noticed as she looked through the glass window of the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit of Bart's Hospital. It just wasn't possible, that so many wire could be hooked up to a thing so small. Yet there they were, along with the tiny breathing tube that was over Loki's little mouth helping him to breathe. This was because at 33 weeks he was too small, his lungs weren't completely formed, and he had to stay in the neonatal intensive-care unit for the moment lest he die.

For a few moments was all she had been able to hold him for, her little Loki before they rushed him off to the neonatal intensive-care unit and told her she wouldn't be able to take him home right away. That she would have to wait and while the chances were relatively high that he would survive at 33 weeks there was still a small chance that she could lose him.

It was okay, was what all her friends kept telling her for the past three days after leaving the hospital. However, Molly didn't want to hear it. Because how did they really know and what if they were just telling her this because they were afraid of the investable? That the 33 weeks Loki had been in her womb were to short, and the lungs of her son not strong enough to allow him to eventually breath on his own after a few days or even longer in the ICU. To go through all of it, the excitement and the fear that came with finding out you were going to become a mother, only to lose that new life in the end. To have the nursery she had worked so hard on left empty, and her heart-broken after three days of worrying. Lastly, what about Sherlock, to have to tell him the news when he came back?

Molly sat rocking back and forth on her couch her hands wrapped tightly around Paddington the Blue Bear and Basil the mouse two stuffed animals she feared her son would never get to use. A rosary was also clenched between her fingers as she silently prayed that her child would be alright for what wasn't the first time. When the kitchen phone suddenly started ringing loudly, snapping her mind back into the present.

Molly couldn't seem to get out of her chair fast enough of as she rushed over to the phone and spoke a frantic, "hello" into the receiver after seeing Saint Bart's: Children's Section listed on the caller idea. Mary who was sitting on the couch with her had followed Molly's foot steps to the phone and stood on hand to offer her support, for whatever news the doctor was about to deliver.

The doctor on the other end of the phone was glad that the news she would be delivering was good news to what she could tell was a worried mother on the other end of the line. "Miss Hooper, this is Doctor Sampson, everything's fine. That little boy of yours is a fighter he's going to make it. In fact he just started breathing on his own a couple hours ago, so we've got him off the machines and you can come in to take him home."

Molly said a quick, "thank you," set down the phone and with a quick explanation to Mary the two women were off to Saint Bart's to finally bring Loki Hooper home.

Loki didn't like it the noise it was too loud and there was something about these voices he could hear that weren't right. The voices were harsh, not calm and sweet like the gentle sound that he had heard on making his entrance into the world. They didn't contain the soothing touch that he felt incase him, the warm gently lips that kissed his forehead and seemed to say it was alright, or the steady thump of a familiar beat against his tiny ears.

Instead, all manners of strange things were handling, prodding, and poking him, and Loki decided he didn't like it one bit. He didn't care if they told him to stop, he was going to wail and scream his little lungs out until they brought back the thing with the soothing voice.

Because the soothing voice was warmth and comfort and Loki missed that. He missed the warmth and the comfort that had come before the bright lights, the harsh sounds, and the strange things that he couldn't make out. He missed the soothing voice and then suddenly it was their holding him, making him feel safe.

In that moment Loki and Molly both knew as they held each other close that everything would be alright.

Till next time