Hello everone it's A NEW FRICKEN CHAPTER. I'm sure you've guessed this already though. I'm sorry I haven't uploaded in a while, but I'm starting Driver's Ed. Also I went and saw the new Star Trek movie. P.s. I'm notorious for not crying at movies, I could watch titanic and CSI without blinking an eye. This new Star Trek movie made me blaw like a little baby, I've never cried so much for a movie. I hope you enjoy it. ENJOY.

There it was, a beacon of good or bad news depending on when, and where is was seen.

"Oh my gosh" said Molly. She didn't know what to think of this. This could ruin her, her career, her... Well maybe it wouldn't. Maybe this would be the only normal aspect of her life. Put the possibility of that was slim to none. There was only of way to find out.

SEVERAL DAYS LATER.

"Sherlock could you come here please" yelled Molly as she set out dinner. She had been planning this day for pretty much all her life.

"Whhyyyy" he whined.

"You need to eat, it's apart of our agreement" Molly told him. Molly heard footsteps walking towards her direction.

"What agreement" he said as he showed himself.

"An agreement I just made up that say you have to eat or I'll tamper with your experiments" she stated. Sherlock gave her a cold look.

"You wouldn't dare" he hissed.

"Try me" she hissed back. Sherlock sat down at his usually spot on the table and looked questionably at his wife. Molly sat down and began to eat her dinner, but Sherlock didn't even touch his.

"I made you favorite Sherlock, it's duck and I worked really hard on it" she told him, but he just kept looking at her.

"Why is there an extra place set at the table" he asked. Molly nearly jumped out of her seat for the excitement, he had noticed.

"Why do you think there is an extra seat" she asked him.

"The obvious answer would be that a guest is coming over, but seeing as you've already began to eat this is not the case. What is it then" he asked himself. He looked at Molly then back to the empty place setting.

"Between you and me Sherlock, nothing and everything is obvious" she quipped. Sherlock continued to deduced the setting. It was simply done. One plate, a fork, a knife, a napkin with a simple holder, and a glass. The utensils where sterling silver, which as far as he knew meant nothing. The plate napkin and cup where a dark navy blue color. Both Molly and his settings looked exactly the same. The glasses where not wine glasses, those would be typical for this type of setting. Sherlock's glass and Molly's glass contained water, strange Molly usually would go on and on about the health benefits of a glass of wine per day. Molly never set the table even to this standard. It was usually a serve yourself operation, why was this occasion different. Their plates held food while the extra setting did not, was she not expecting them till later. Today wasn't a holiday of any sorts, no anniversaries, no birthdays, so it must be a celebratory dinner which Molly was to announce a accomplishment of hers.

"What have you accomplished that we are celebrating" Sherlock asked her as he took a drink of the water Molly had set out. Molly smiled at him, but not her normal smile this one was pleased with herself.

"I've accomplished nothing, and I can't believe you don't know what's going on here. Your supposed to be able to tell everything about anyone with one look, your slacking" Molly marveled. Ok, a new hint. She didn't accomplish anything so it was... What had he done recently. He solved a case a week ago, low profile, a five, nothing special. What about John. He and Mary had moved out of their apartment 3 weeks ago into their house, but that was too long ago and irrelevant. Lestrade then. He had his wife had a baby a year ago, it supposedly fixed their marriage but he knew better. Well Sherlock said he what he really meant was Mycroft knew better, hint hint. Lestrade was out, what about...brother dear. Adelaide and him where the same as always. So domestic with that silly child, and so busy with other things ;Lestrade hint hint. Anderson was still alive and stupid so nothing there. Nothing was to be celebrated, so why was she celebrating.

"Your lying to me" he said, but Molly shook her head.

"I'm not...well maybe a little" she said. Sherlock smiled he knew it.

"It was a join effort" she said. Hmm. She had accomplished something with someone else. She and Mary had been researching how to improve Mary's chances of having a baby. Maybe they succeeded.

"Are John and Mary going it have a child" he asked, but Molly shook her head. Sherlock looked Molly up and down. He could find his answer on her. She had on one of her favorite jumpers, the one with cherries on it. She had taken a shower this morning, worked on 3 people before eating lunch with Mary, a chicken salad it seems she ate along with yet another glass of water. Then she worked on 2 more people before her shift ended, she came home, prepared dinner, and here she was. She didn't wear make-up and her hair was down. She was twisting her wedding ring she always did that when she was nervous, a sign that she feared he would leave her if everything went wrong, illogical. He was lost. He cleared his head and started from the beginning, the place setting. He returned his gaze to it and wondered. Why had she set a place at the table for a person she knew wasn't coming, or maybe...they had yet to come.

"Who is joining us Molly" Sherlock asked. Molly smiled very big, but corrected herself and focused on her food.

"I haven't decided yet" she plainly told him. Sherlock's forehead crinkled. What did she mean she hadn't decided yet.

"What does that mean Molly" he asked her.

" I haven't decided. Boy, Girl I don't know which" she said she continued eating. You could hear the excitement in her voice.

"Have you invited a transvestite to eat with us and are you decided which gender to identify the person as" Sherlock asked her. Molly burst into laughter.

"That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard" she giggled.

"Your not giving me much information to go on" he said.

"Your Sherlock Holmes, you can tell who murdered who with no evidence what so ever. You can figure this out if you would just use your brain" she told him.

"You've set this person a place at the table, but you don't expect them to come" he said and Molly nodded her head.

"You can't decided on the gender of the person and you consider the event that we are celebrating a joint accomplishment" he said as Molly nodded her head again.

"You said that you haven't yet decided in who is coming, therefore you don't even know if they will show up" he said.

"Oh I know this is going to show up" Molly said. Sherlock sighed, he had no idea what this was. It was killing him that Molly knew something he didn't.

"Just tell me Molly" he begged.

"I'll help you realize this on your own, how about that" she said. Sherlock nodded his head, anything so she would tell him.

"I don't know who is coming, I don't know their name, gender, or even what they will look like. I haven't set them any food because once they arrive they won't be able to eat it. We are celebrating a joint accomplishment which we accomplished together, and I don't know how to make it any clearer than that Sherlock" she said lovingly. Sherlock only had one question to ask.

"Is this person alive Molly" he asked her. Molly beamed at him.

"Yes" she answered.

"How long has this person been alive" he asked again.

"About a month and a half" she answered back. Sherlock took in a deep breath and Molly believe he had finally gotten it.

"Molly" Sherlock asked as his voice quivered.

"Yes Sherlock" Molly asked him, waiting.

"Are we going to have a baby" he asked her as Molly smiled at him.

"Yes we are" she simply replied. Sherlock was stunned, and he didn't know what to say. He took his hands and set them under his nose and over his mouth like he was praying.

"Aren't you happy Sherlock...we're going to have a baby" Molly said half excited and half worried at Sherlock's response.

"I'm...gonna...be a dad" he whispered to himself.

"Come over here Molly" he asked her. She got up and walked over to her husband. Once she got close her wrapped his arms around her lower back and pressed his ear up to her stomach. He heard nothing but the gentle sounds of her body doing its job. He knew better though, inside of her was a little Holmes building itself up and growing into a tiny consulting detective. Sherlock pulled his head away and kissed her stomach. Then he pulled her down to sit on his lap and he gazed into her eyes.

"We're going to be parents Sherlock" she said happily. She pulled him into a short kiss and then hugged him heartily.

"We are ...aren't we" he reminded himself. When they pulled apart Molly had a sad look on her face and she looked as if she was going to cry. Sherlock took his hand and wiped away a falling tear from her face.

"What's wrong" he asked her as his hand move to her back and started to make swirling patterns.

"I just feel sorry for Mary. She's wanted a baby for a long time now and we're having one and we haven't even been trying" Molly said as more tears welled up in her eyes.

"John and Mary will have their baby someday, but right now we are going to have one" Sherlock said to cheer her up. Molly brushed away her tears and began to smile again which made Sherlock happy. He liked her smile, a lot. Was the baby going to have her smile? He hoped so.

"I still can't believe it" she said.

"You only told me a few moments ago, I've only just started to wrap my head around it" he told her.

"Is this the right thing to do, bring a baby into our world of death and crime" asked Molly nervously.

"It's not like there will never be a time when we aren't cutting up bodies and solving mysteries, there is no better time than the present" he told her.

"You've got to promise me you won't take her to a murder until she's at least 13. She can go for robberies or arson but no murders I will not explain to a five year old why those poor people won't ever wake up" Molly said to him.

"Then you can't take him to a dissection till he is 16. If I can't have fun then neither can you" Sherlock joked.

"But she's going to be a pathologist like her mom, she needs an early start" Molly joked.

"Where are you getting all of this 'She' stuff from. A Holmes woman hasn't been born in over three hundred years, what makes you think we'll have a girl" he asked.

"I've always wanted one, that's what" she said.

"Get ready to face the genetics then" he joked. They both laughed

"All I want is for it to be healthy and happy" Molly said.

"Bullcrap, you just want to be the first woman in 300 years to have a girl" he said.

"Your right"

It's finished. Woohoo. I hope you enjoyed, please leave a nice comment, and as always THANKS FOR READING