Chapter 3
They entered the library which was a beautiful room lighted by a fireplace. The old manuscripts and the paintings on the walls gave it an almost gothic atmosphere. John wondered if this was the house Sherlock had grew up in. They had never talked about those things. In fact, he realized how many aspects of his friend's life had remained a mystery.
Mycroft took place behind a large desk wood desk and waved his guests to sit down in front of him.
"Well, Miss Hooper I believe we are ready to hear you" said Mycroft with his usual phlegm.
Molly was seated on the edge on the chair, as if she was ready to run away at any moment. She gave John a panicked look but he encouraged her with a nod.
She took a deep breath and faced Mycroft.
"Listen Sir… I know your family is going through a tragedy and I shouldn't been disturbing you right now. But there is some information that I cannot keep for myself anymore". Her voice was still a bit weak but she seemed determined.
A cracked smile appeared on Mycroft's face.
"About time don't you think?"
Molly's fears were confirmed. He knew.
He continued before she had the time to answer. "So how far are along are you ? According to my information I would say 2 months and 3 weeks ?"
She looked at him right in the eyes and simply replied "Your information is correct Sir".
John suddenly understood and exclaimed:
"Wait Molly are you pregnant ?"
"Yes John"
"Wow this is…" He shook in head in in disbelief. "I mean seriously, you're pregnant with Moriarty's baby ?". He had a nervous laugh but was clearly angry.
"John…"
"OK I'm leaving".
"John you don't understand, it's not… him. The father is not Moriarty. It's Sherlock."
His jaw dropped at her answer and he sat back on his chair.
They were interrupted by Mycroft's annoyed cough: "Well, now that this unfortunate confusion has been cleared. Can we please come back to the subject?"
"Yes" said Molly. "How can you know ? I haven't told anybody".
"The how, Miss Hooper, is irrelevant. The question is when did you plan on informing Sherlock ?".
She detected a hint of irritation in his tone.
"I… I tried. Many times. It was never the right moment. And then… he was so obsessed with Moriarty. I never thought… I never thought it would end this way, and now it's too late." The tears were rolling again down on her cheeks.
Mycroft seemed to be hesitating for a moment, his eyebrows frowning.
"Listen, whatever your decision is…"
"My decision is taken. I'm having this baby".
"Whatever your decision is, you can count on our support"
"Thank you"
"You also understand that the child will be Sherlock's only heir. There will be some…formalities involved"
"Sir this is really not about money…"
There was a knock at thedoor and Anthea's face appeared. She exchanged a silent look with her boss and left quickly.
"If you will excuse me, I am afraid I have to leave for now. Here is my card, we will be in touch… very soon. John I suggest you take back Miss Hooper to her apartment".
"Of course"
As they were leaving the room, Mycroft came close to Molly to tell her a few last words while John was waiting outside.
"Do not hesitate to call, alright? And I suggest you a take a leave from the hospital. You need to rest."
"I know… I will"
"Molly… I don't know what Sherlock told you about me. But your baby is the only thing left of my brother in this world. And it means a lot."
For the first time in a week, Molly Hooper smiled.
Arggh… I'm not really happy about this, but here it goes !
Thank you so much for your reviews. So some of you had guessed indeed !
I will try to update soon. I have the story quite in mind but I realize it's something completely different to write it down!
There will be also some flashbacks in the next chapters ;-)