Hey everyone it's again time for a tale of the Sherlolly sort. I recent acquired a idea journal to write down my ideas as they come, so you guys or gals won't miss anything that comes out of my head. This story builds on one I've written previously so...yeah...though you might like to know. Also I have a new favorite picture. It's the picture where Martin Freeman replaces his eyes with grapes, enough said. ENJOY
"So your sure it's going to be a girl" asked Molly. Sherlock rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"Of corse I'm sure. If I wasn't sure I think I would know" he said. Molly smiled at her pompous husband and walked over to him.
"Ok Mr. I Know Everything. If your so sure about her gender then what do you think we should do with this information" she asked playfully.
" Boring things like pick a name, or chose a room color. Nothing to peek my interest" he said.
"Which we all know is so important" Molly said. Sherlock ignored her comment and continued on his rant of the boring things that came with pregnancy. Molly just went over to her chair and sat quitely. She had learned to just let him talk and soon enough he'll tire himself out. Molly just though quietly to herself and soon her mind went to baby thoughts. Would pink be a good color or was that to traditional. Maybe her daughter would be better suited in a coral room, or kelly green. Then there was the HUGE decision about the name. She could name her after her mom. June Holmes, uhh no. What about Sherlock's mother, Agatha Holmes. No too copy cat. What about a victorian name like Emogen or Adeliade to match Sherlock, but those sounded to old lady-ish. What would be good enough, Mary, Bridgette, Gwendolyn, Fredia, Lilac, Penelope, Jane, Karen, Lilian, Avery, Deborah, Sally. STOP MOLLY, she was going to drive herself insane.
"Hey Sherlock, what should we name her" asked Molly. Maybe he had the answer to her problem. Sherlock was confused, he was in the middle of a conversation about the non-importance of knowledge of the solar system when Molly barged in with a baby question.
"Huh" he said.
"What should we name our girl" Molly asked.
"I don't know, it's trivial. I can't clutter my mind with questions like, which sounds better Claire or Jenny, when there are more pressing matters at hand" he said.
"I don't like Claire or Jenny if that helps at all" she said.
"There then, I helped so don't ask me again" he said.
"Why are you so scared about helping name your baby. Are you afraid your families naming skills are hereditary" she said. Sherlock wasn't sure, but he though he was insulted.
"I'm not scared Molly, I just don't care" he said.
"How could you not care. It's the name a human being is going to be carrying for the rest of her life. The name you'll yell at, and cherish for the rest of your life. It's a big deal" she said.
"In the scale of the universe, nothing we hold dear is of any importance. We're so very small that even the things we hold most dear like names or rank don't matter" he said.
"Who are you Steven Hawking" she said sarcastically.
"No I'm Sherlock Holmes" he said.
"Exactly and without your mother and father giving you that name you'd be nobody" she argued. Sherlock gave up.
"Fine Molly, I help you" he said. Molly smiled at his defeat.
"Then come and take a seat...daddy" she said, testing the waters.
"I'm not your father Molly" he said. Molly smiled.
"Of corse not Sherlock" she said. Sherlock walked over to Molly and sat on the couch, adjacent to her. They both sat there for a few moments, which turned into a few more awkward moments.
"So, how does one start this" asked Sherlock.
"We'll I think we show take turns saying name that we absolutely hate, just to get them out of the way" she said as Sherlock groaned.
"You start" he said.
"Fine, I absolutely HATE the name Catherine. There was a girl at my school named Catherine and she was a witch with a capital B" Molly said.
"Witch starts with a w, and I like the name Catherine" he said.
"To bad, anyway It's your turn" she said. Sherlock though for a moment.
"I very much dislike names that come from brands" he said. Molly was confused.
"What does that mean" she asked.
"I hate it when people name their kids after cars, and clothes, or soda, it's silly" he said.
"I don't know, I've always though the name Mercedes was cute, oh and so is Chanel" Molly replied.
"To quote you 'to bad' there will never be a Mercedes Holmes" he said.
"I don't like it when people name their kids after celebrities" said Molly.
"I know, it's incredibly annoying. You walk down the street and you see five Brads and sixteen Kims" he said.
"Oh and gemstones are off limits to. I don't want my daughter to have a stripper name" Molly retorted. Sherlock let out a deep chuckle.
"What's so funny" Molly asked.
"Could you imagine. Opal Holmes, or better yet Diamond Holmes" he said. Molly did smiled a little.
"Your mother would have a heart attack" she said.
"She'd have a heart attack if we name her Mercedes" he said.
"Touché"
"There was a victim on one of my cases named Rowena, that sounds nice" he said.
"First of all we are not naming our daughter after a girl from one of your cases, Secondly it's a little old fashioned, Thirdly all her life people would call her Rowena Ravenclaw which is the only up side to that name" she said.
"Oh come one Molly, tell me a dead girls name hasn't crossed your mind" said Sherlock.
"No it hasn't" she said.
"Didn't you have a burn victim named Chanel once" he asked.
"That's not the point Sherlock" she said. They sat there for a long time, in silence, trying to come up its a name that both of them liked. They must have been there for hours deliberating inside their heads, trying to find that one name. Then after a long while Sherlock cam up with an idea.
"Why don't we just wait until she's born, and make John decide" he said. Molly shrugged.
"Sounds good to me"
Hello everyone, did you enjoy it. Hopefully so. As you all hopefully know, poor John didn't have to make that decision and it seems that picking a boy name is easier that picking a girl name. I hope you enjoy my story, please leave a nice comment, and as always THANKS FOR READING.