My Molly, my lovely fiancée,
You are exquisite, darling! After reading your letter yesterday evening and noticing the changes— how lovely your overall glow is, increased appetite, morning sickness, and drowsiness—Rather than tell you what I had deduced, I asked you to really think about what all of those symptoms mean. I'll never forget how your eyes lit up after the test came back positive. Sweetheart, you're pregnant and I couldn't be happier. We're going to start a family of our own and I can't wait to meet our baby. I love you, Molly Hooper (soon to be Holmes).
I know you're worried about your dress not fitting for the wedding, and it most likely won't by that time as you'll be three months into the pregnancy, but that can be easily remedied with a quick send off to the tailor when it's time. You're going to look beautiful, darling; you always do.
We had a wonderful night in together last night. We had takeway, played Cluedo and watched a couple of murder documentaries where you fell soundly asleep in my arms. You were sick again this morning and I held your hair back, trying my best to comfort you. I am sorry that amongst all the good changes, you have to go through this during the first trimester. Perhaps you should talk to Stamford about giving the double shifts over to someone other than you. You're exhausted enough when you come home from a regular shift. You need to get your rest, sweetheart. I'm just trying to look out for you.
I'll have a warm bath ready for you by the time you come home. I'll even join you if you'd like. If not, that's fine too. Thank you, Molly, for carrying our child. I know it's not going to be easy a lot of the time, but I promise to do whatever I can to make you feel comfortable and taken care of. I love you and I love our baby so very much. Do not worry about a thing, my honeybee.
With all my love,
William xxx