Molly woke up an hour and a half later, feeling something restrict her waist. Panicking, she pried the arms off and got up to see Sherlock settling back into a comfortable position, turning away from her as he slept.
Molly gasped, backing into the wall as she tried not to wake him up. She looked at the time, 8:30 PM. Her flight was due to leave at quarter to 10.
Returning to her makeshift bed, she spotted two neatly silver-wrapped boxes. Curious, she picked them both up and opened them, gasping in awe.
I... I can't accept these, she thought glumly.
Sherlock started to stir and she quickly placed the boxes back into their spot and crossed her arms.
"Sherlock. Wh-what are you doing here?"
Sherlock opened his eyes and sat up, turning to face her. "You're awake."
"I am. I have to be awake."
Sherlock finally noticed the boarding pass laid on her handbag, on top of her zip. "You're leaving tonight." He stated.
"Sherlock... I... We have said our goodbyes, remember? I need to go." Molly sighed.
He stood up, gently grabbing her forearms. "I know but I wanted you to have something to remember me by. To remember our child."
Molly's eyes drifted down to the boxes and Sherlock bent down to pick them up and give them to her.
She hesitantly took them and reopened the bracelet box. "It's beautiful." She mumbled before opening the ring box. "Are you planning on proposing?"
Sherlock hesitated before shaking his head. "No. Quite the opposite. It's a promise ring."
"Why?" Molly almost whined, twirling the ring between her fingers.
"I believe that maybe one day we can be together. I want to give this to you so that you know that I will always love you and I will be waiting."
Molly nodded, tears threatening to fall down her cheeks. "You really mean that?" She whispered.
Sherlock took the ring from her and slipped it onto her right ring finger. "I do." He then took the bracelet and slipped it onto her left wrist. "I do."
Molly started to laugh, wiping her tears. "I feel horrible now. I got you nothing and here you are with two pieces of jewellery that cost more than my salary."
Sherlock chuckled, placing a kiss on her forehead. "It was free, just so you know. My mother's a jeweller but now I suppose I owe her."
She giggled, placing a kiss on his cheek before standing back and spotting his bag. "I don't suppose you have a violin in there?"
He nodded and retrieved it for her. She took it gratefully and placed the Stradivarius between her cheek and shoulder, holding the bow with her right hand.
"Bear in mind that I've not played since I was a teenager, after my father's death..."
Sherlock was shocked but also intrigued. He had never seen her as one to be musically talented but then again, he never knew teenage Molly as she had never known emotional, childlike Sherlock.
Gently, she started to play, almost timidly as if she were afraid of damaging the antique violin. Her movements were gentle, quiet, smooth... Almost like a lullaby.
Sherlock sat down on the blankets and Molly joined him, kneeling as she continued to play her piece.
They stayed there, Sherlock focused on her sad melody, recording her with his phone so he would never forget this moment and Molly stiff but gently playing for fifteen minutes.
When she played her final note, she placed the violin in his arms and sighed. "I made that when I was eighteen, going on nineteen. I wasn't allowed to go to my father's funeral so I composed it before his wake. I played that in front of our friends and family and when I had finished, I looked around to see shocked faces. I, myself, never knew I had that in me."
"It was... majestic," Sherlock whispered. "Has it got a name?"
"No... But I think I'll name it, 'Hooper'. It's simple, it's my father's name and my maiden name, why not?"
"I would have thought of something better but I believe it fits..." Sherlock replied, glancing at the time. "You should head to the airport now, otherwise you'll be stuck in useless lines and miss your flight."
Molly kissed his cheek, letting it linger before she went to get her two suitcases from her room.
Sherlock took the time to play his violin, the melody becoming sadder and depressing. He would call it, 'Molly's Song'.
"Beautiful," Molly stated, putting her coat on. "You-you can stay here for a bit longer if you want," she said, bending down to pick up her book and jumper to put into her travel handbag. "The lease finishes in three days in case you're tired of sleeping near a crying or energetic child."
Sherlock gave her a smile. "Thank you."
Molly nodded. "Well, I'll see you."
"Goodbye, Molly Hooper."
"Goodbye, Sherlock Holmes," Molly whispered, turning away so he couldn't see the fresh tears making down her cheeks. She quickly left with her belongings and did not look back. If she did, she'd want to run back into his warm arms.
...
John smiled sympathetically at Sherlock who immediately went to lie down on the couch.
"She's gone for good, then?"
He was met with a groan.
Chuckling, he went to find his secret stash of Brandy, not that he needed to hide it anymore since his dead wife could not get her hands on it.
"I'm having a Brandy. Care to have one?"
Sherlock raised an arm up, giving him a thumbs up as he groaned again.
"Damn, love's really got you messed up. You're replying like an ape," John smirked, pouring a double for Sherlock and a single for himself. "I've made a double."
"Humph..." Sherlock replied, turning his body to face the ceiling. "Triple?"
"No," John shook his head. "You're on Rosie duty."
Sherlock glared at the ceiling. "Should have taken up her offer to stay at her flat," he mumbled to himself.
John looked up. "Hmm? What?"
"Nothing, Watson. Just give me that glass."
His best friend raised a bemused eyebrow up and handed him his glass, watching him down it in one go before cringing and wincing.
"Slow down."
"More."
Watson shook his head, almost laughing. "Just like Rosie when she begs for more juice. I'm sorry, Sherlock but no more, okay?" He said teasingly.
"I, unlike Rosie, can get things for myself."
"As you please," John shrugged, sipping from his glass. "What are you doing tomorrow?" John asked, watching as Sherlock quickly deduced which cupboard held the goods and poured two glass of triple Brandy for himself.
Sherlock shrugged. "Meeting Eurus. I have something to show her."
"What?"
Sherlock slipped his phone out from his pocket and threw it, not looking where it landed. John had just managed to place his glass down to save the phone.
"Damn it, Sherlock! These phones come expensive, you know?"
"I have more where that comes from," Sherlock replied nonchalantly. "Check my videos. You know my password."
John smirked when he typed in Molly's name and gained access to the phone. "You should change it,"
"Unless I know her middle name, I won't..." Sherlock replied, drinking from his first glass.
Watson gave him a look. "There's this thing called Facebook."
"As of July 2015, Molly deactivated her account due to some personal matters," Sherlock responded, turning to face his best friend.
John scoffed. "Of course, you'd know that." He muttered, spotting a video of Molly playing the violin. Surprised, he clicked on it and soon the soft, sad melody filtered the room.
"Doesn't she play wonderfully?"
John nodded, agreeing. "She does. I-I never even knew that she played."
"Neither did I. I'm guessing she is no stranger to the piano as well."
"Molly Hooper... the gift that just keeps on giving and getting better." John smiled proudly at the video. "I bet Eurus will be jealous of the attention you give to Molly."
Sherlock rolled his eyes. "She's jealous of any attention I give to anyone."
John chuckled and leant back against the armchair, continuing to admire the fifteen-minute video.
...
Molly jumped when her name came through the speakers, requesting her presence at the departure desk.
"Dr Molly Hooper to please make your way to the desk."
She quickly put her book back in her handbag and stood up, slipping the bag onto her shoulder as her heels frantically click-clacked against the marble floor, searching for the front desk.
When she arrived she was met by a smiling employee. "You've been upgraded to the VIP room and First-Class flight." She said, handing Molly her new boarding pass and VIP card. "Your current flight will be refunded fully."
Shocked, Molly handed over her old pass and accepted her new one.
"Someone will direct you over to the VIP suite." The stewardess said, handing Molly over to her male colleague who happily offered to help her with her bag.
Hesitantly, she gave her handbag to the employee and followed him to the VIP suite, gesturing for her to use her newly given pass.
After it beeped green, they entered and the man led her to a turned armchair by the viewing window. He placed her handbag down on the sofa and left, nodding at her and asking that if she needed anything, the bartender in the room will help her.
"Thank you," Molly smiled, sitting down comfortably on the plush sofa and relaxing down on it.
Jumping, she found the armchair in front of her had turned and revealed Mycroft.
"I wished to see you before you left."
"Oh, hello." She finally said, patting her heart to stop it from completely exiting her chest.
Mycroft gave a soft chuckle. "I do apologise for frightening you. I do like my dramatic entrances."
Molly chuckled, shaking his hand. "It is fine, Mycroft. To whom do I owe the pleasure?" She teased.
"Myself, of course. I wished to present you with some gifts. Parting gifts, if you will."
Clicking his fingers, Anthea entered with a large gift bag and gave it to Molly.
"Congratulations on your expectancy, Dr Hooper."
Molly thanked her, accepting the bag and opening its contents.
Inside were two pairs of green booties, two green woolly hats, four pairs of baby grows and onesies and finally, two personalised silver baby rattles.
"I thought these gifts..., fitting."
Molly's eyes watered as she read the inscription on the rattles. "What do these Latin words mean?"
Mycroft smiled. "'Infantem amatoribus' which means 'The baby of lovers'. I found it fitting."
"My Latin failed me," Molly smiled softly. "Thank you, Mycroft. I seriously do appreciate these gifts."
"Anything more that you need, do not hesitate to ask. You have my number and I will give you the personal number of my American contact if you cannot reach me. I sure hope that you call during your pregnancy."
Molly nodded. "I promise. At least once a week but whenever I can find time. My new job requires such longer hours but offers me a great maternity deal."
"Wonderful." Mycroft grinned. "I do not want you stressing yourself at all."
The brunette female looked almost anxious to ask but she had to. "Can you give me updates whenever we speak to each other? About Sherlock?"
"It will be my obligation to. Do not worry."