Something new for Sherlock Holmes

by Caitlin Ainsworth

In my first ever fanfic I present a new life for Sherlock, where he has to adjust to his new found emotions and relationship with Molly. Things progress rather quickly for him, could it be to difficult?

5. Chapter 5

** So Molly is pregnant! Which means the wedding chapter is going to be postponed. In the mean time enjoy the stages of Molly's pregnancy and Sherlock's reactions! **

Molly had been pregnant for 3 months and a half. She had begun to feel tired a lot and slept most days. Sherlock didn't mind but sometimes he missed her. When he did see her she was usually being sick or curled up on the sofa with a hot brew watching "crap" television as he called it. Even though he hated that type of television he would usually cuddle up to Molly and watch it with her. Molly also seemed to be experiencing mood swings at certain times and he would sometimes find her curled up in bed crying over something she had read in a book.

The first three months of the pregnancy had been strange for Sherlock and one day he just had to go out for a while and speak to John. "Molly, I'm going to see John for an hour!" He said before walking out. Molly got out of the bed to shout him and tell him to pick up some milk, flour and eggs for pancakes but he had already gone so she text him instead.

Please pick up some milk, flour and eggs.

-MH-

What for?

-SH-

I am craving pancakes.

-MH-

Later in the afternoon Sherlock arrived with the shopping and John, Mary and Amelia in tow. "Molly, you have some visitors!" Sherlock shouted to her from the living. She came out of the bedroom wearing Sherlock's dressing gown. She felt completely under-dressed in front of everybody and tried to apologise for her appearance. "It's okay Molly, there is no need to apologise, and you're pregnant after all." Sherlock told her. She just smiled and took a seat on the sofa. Mary sat next to her holding Amelia and John showed Sherlock how to cook pancakes. "God, you're like a child" He muttered to Sherlock. "No John, I just do not eat much therefore have no reason to cook." He replied, rather annoyed at John for referring to him as a child, considering he had grown up a lot in the past 9 months. "Well, now you have a reason Sherlock so you need to start learning." John replied. Sherlock nodded and continued to whisk the eggs.

It was the four month of Molly's pregnancy and she had begun to feel better. The tiredness and sickness was fading slowly but surely and she was able to do more. Although her hormones where making her mood swings more recent. One particular day Molly wanted some fun with Sherlock, however because she was pregnant he feared this and therefore refused. She began to cry, "You don't want me anymore because I'm getting fat." Sherlock rushed over to Molly and wrapped her in a warm hug. "It is not that I do not want you Molly, but you are pregnant and I do not want to put this baby at risk." She smiled at his sentimental side showing again, considering he had been very angry over the last few days. This was most likely due to John telling him to stop going on cases and stay home with Molly. Molly fell asleep in Sherlock's arms and he decided to carry her to bed as this position would be uncomfortable for all three people involved.

After a long weekend off Molly, decided to head back to work. She dressed comfortable in a blue jumper and light blue jeans. Her "baby bump" didn't show as much due to being slightly skinnier than other women. When she arrived at work she found a lot of paper work to complete, so she began the long days work.

Finally, after 2 hours of paperwork Molly was needed in the morgue. The smell of bodies was rather empowering and she found it difficult to concentrate due to this, however she continued with her work as she needed the money for the baby. Whilst working, Molly felt a strange sensation in her womb. She clutched her stomach and felt something move underneath her hand. She reached for her mobile and text Sherlock.

I think the baby is moving!

-MH-

Is that a good thing?

-SH-

Yes, it's normal at this stage of the pregnancy.

-MH-

I'm coming to St Barts.

-SH-

Sherlock arrived at St Barts to see Molly holding her stomach whilst type away at the computer. He smiled at the sight; she looked beautiful even whilst pregnant. He walked into the morgue and walked over to her. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her cheek. She smiled at him and continued working. He watched her as she did and when it was finally time to go home he took her hand and lead her out of the morgue and into the busy streets of London.

By the fifth month of the pregnancy, Molly had grown considerably and small stretch marks where beginning to appear. Sherlock was becoming rather protective of Molly and the unborn child and even declined cases so he could stay home with her or go to work with her. She was soon getting sick of him. One particular day in the lab he was being rather annoying, "Sherlock, I need some space. Can I just meet you in the maternity ward at two-thirty?" Molly asked. She was trying to prepare herself to find out the sex of the baby. She had missed the scan two weeks ago and had to re-book the appointment. Sherlock continued to stare into the microscope, acting as if he hadn't heard anything. "Sherlock." She moaned. He snapped his head up, looked at her and got out of his seat. He put his coat on and nodded at her. She could see he was annoyed that she wanted him to go but he did as she said, "I'll see you later!" She shouted after him.

Molly walked down the corridor of the maternity ward walking towards the ultrasound room where Sherlock was waiting. She smiled at him upon arrival and he took her hand and squeezed it gently. When they where called into the room, Sherlock helped Molly onto the bed before taking a seat next to her. The nurse came in an introduced herself, "Hello. I'm Nurse Simpson and I'm going to be in charge of the ultrasound today." She smiled warmly at Molly, "Please could you lift your shirt up?" Molly did as she was asked and Sherlock looked at Molly's small bump and the stretch marks that were forming. He smiled at the sight; he couldn't believe a small child was growing in there. The nurse placed a warm gel on Molly's stomach and then placed the transducer on the small bump. She began to move it around Molly's stomach and Molly watched the screen. The scan lasted for about 15 minutes. When the nurse was finished she wiped Molly's stomach clean of the gel and allowed Molly to sit up. "Would you like to know the baby's sex?" She asked. Molly looked at Sherlock and he nodded, Molly turned to the nurse and nodded. "Well, congratulations, you are having a baby girl." The nurse smiled at Molly and watched as a small tear ran down her cheek. Sherlock wiped it away and kissed her on the lips.

After finding out that Molly was expecting a baby girl, Sherlock and Molly began shopping for the baby. It was a tedious task in Sherlock's opinion and he often complained. One day, whilst buying paint they got into an argument. "Sherlock, just pick a bloody colour, purple or pink!" Molly shouted. A few people turned to stare but Molly ignored them and continued, "I'm going to have this baby in 3 months and we need to have the bedroom prepared so can you please pick the colour." She muttered angrily. He pointed to the purple colour swatch and she sighed, "Thank you wasn't so hard was it?" He muttered something before picking up a few cans of paint.

Later on at home Molly was painting the bedroom when her back started to ache. "Sherlock!" She called out in slightly pain. Sherlock ran towards John's old bedroom and burst through the door. "What's wrong?" He asked, she smiled at him and handed him the paint can. "I can't keep painting. My back is to sore. You need to do this." She told him before walking out of the room and into the kitchen to make a cup of tea. He chuckled slightly at Molly's antics and began to paint the room.

When he had finished the first coat of paint in the baby's room he went to rest in the living room, where he found Molly asleep on the sofa. He smiled before picking her up and taking her to the bedroom. He placed her in the bed, covered her in the duvet and kissed her forehead. After putting her to bed, he climbed into bed himself and wrapped his arm over her waist.

He fell asleep within minutes and woke later in the night to Molly whimpering. "Molly, what's wrong?" He asked slightly sleepy. She turned to face him, tears streaming down her face. "It hurts." She clutched at her stomach and Sherlock immediately sat up. "Is the baby coming?" He whispered to her, panic starting to evade him. "No, it hurts in my pelvis." She groaned again, "Especially when she moves around" Sherlock quickly got out of the bed and told Molly to wait there. He went to the kitchen and looked for pain relief. When he found some that hopefully helped her pain he returned to the bedroom. Molly already had a glass of water on the bedside table and she took the tablets. "You should book an appointment to the hospital if it doesn't get any better" Sherlock said as he climbed back into bed and wrapped his arms around her. Molly nodded and kissed him. After another hour of discomfort Molly finally fell asleep, leaving Sherlock to watch her sleep until he himself fell asleep.

The next day Molly's pain was slightly better. "Perhaps it was just the baby's position last night" She told Sherlock. He was still worried, Molly's due date was now less than 3 months away and he didn't know if he would be capable of being a father. "Sherlock, I know you are worried." She told him when he had stopped paying attention to what she was saying, "You have no reason to worry. I saw you at John and Mary's wedding with Archie. He clearly loved you. She will too, after all she is your daughter." Molly held her stomach, speaking dearly of the child growing inside her. Sherlock smiled at her comforting words and went to sit with her on the sofa.

Molly was now 7 months pregnant and there was still so much to do. She had decided to write a list so she could go out shopping with Mary whilst Sherlock and John worked on a case.

Car seat

Pram

Bottle brush

Cloths for winding

Bottles

Highchair

Dummies

Teether

Formula

Cot

Cot mattress

Cot bedding

Blankets

Changing table

Mattress pads

Waterproof bedding

Disposable nappies

Nappy Bag

Wipes

Vests

Hats

Mittens

Baby grows

Socks

Bibs

Jumpers

Jackets

Pram blankets

Bathtub

Baby towels

Vaseline

Baby monitor

Cotton wool

Baby bouncer

Sherlock groaned looking at the very long list Molly had put together, "Is all of this necessary?" He muttered at her. She snatched the list out of his hand and went to collect her purse. "Yes, it is necessary Sherlock. A baby needs lots of things." She snapped. "Molly, I didn't mean anything…" He sighed, "What I am trying to say is how will you afford it yourself?" He remembered the argument they had the other day when he told her to take his card to pay for some of the baby's stuff. "I don't know Sherlock." She snapped back again. Molly had been on edge later, he had deduced that it was due to her hormones and the baby's due date looming over them. "Molly, I you must take my card." His voice was demanding but still caring. She did as she was told and seemed to calm down. Before she left Molly kissed him on his cheek.

After a short walk Molly was at Starbucks, where she was meeting Mary and Amelia. They got into a cab after a coffee inside, and headed to Regent Street to shop for the baby.

It had now been 8 months since Molly had become pregnant. All the items needed for the bay had been bought and Molly was now keen to learn different things to better herself as a parent before the baby girl was born. She spent most of the next month reading about how to be safe and how the deal with a new baby. Molly was also experiencing a lot of discomfort with heartburn, indigestion and breathlessness. Due to this she sometimes became rather stressed.

"Sherlock, where going to be late!" Molly shouted from the living room of the flat. They were going to a small party that John and Mary had put together. The party was to celebrate Molly and Sherlock's engagement and to celebrate that the baby would be arriving next month. "I don't want to go." Sherlock protested as he walked out of the bedroom. He was wearing his usual type of suit and Molly envied him, she had become rather large now and most of her old clothes did not fit her so she was wearing baggy jumpers and jeans. "Sherlock, this party is to celebrate us, the least we can do is turn up." She chuckled at her fiancé. He looked like a grumpy five year old who was pouting because he did not get his own way.

They arrived at the party just before the guests. When the guests did arrive many of them brought gifts and Sherlock decided to cure his boredom by deducing them all.

John and Mary's gift~ A teddy and three blankets for the baby's cot. I'm able to know this because the package is soft and there is a bump in the middle.

Lestrade~ A box, the items inside are large. Wife thought of the gift so it must be practical for the baby and Molly. The large items make a thunk when they hit the inside of the box, must be bottles.

Mrs Hudson~ Package is soft, Mrs Hudson had been trying to knit a few weeks back, presuming this is the knitted blanket or shop bought blanket. The look on her face says shop bought because she is disappointed she couldn't give us the one she tried to make.

Mycroft~ Delivered by Anthea, also chosen by her as she is a woman and knows better than Mycroft is this area of human nature. The package is soft at the bottom but there is a box in the middle. Blankets and something else…the wrapping smells of cupcakes…

"Anthea" Sherlock called after the woman who was now leaving, she turned to face him, "Did Mycroft bake?" Sherlock says, surprised his brother would even attempt it. Anthea nodded and then left.

Christopher and Susan~ Susan picked the gift. She thinks Molly will need something to the baby when she's moving around due to her backache in the last few months, suspects it will get worse when the baby is born. The gift is a baby sling for Molly.

Molly watched Sherlock as he collected the gifts of people; she knew he was deducing them all. She smiled; thinking of what he would say when she opened them later. Molly went to speak to Mrs Hudson who looked upset, "Mrs Hudson, are you okay?" Mrs Hudson looked up from her drink. She nodded at Molly and managed a smile, "I'm just disappointed my gift didn't work out as planned." Molly smiled at Mrs Hudson, "No matter what it is, I'm sure it will be great." Mrs Hudson drank the rest of her wine and Molly sat with her awhile. They spoke about the baby's nursery and how it would be in the first few weeks of the baby being home. Sherlock soon appeared behind Molly and leant down to kiss her neck. She held back a moan; she knew what he was doing. "Molly, please can we leave now?" He said his lips still against her neck. She rolled her eyes, a show for Mrs Hudson and then whispered to Sherlock, "Yes. Go get the gifts." He did as she said and Molly went to say her goodbyes. She made the excuse that she needed to go home and rest however she just didn't want to see Sherlock sulking anymore.

A few days after the party a new gift arrived, there was no name on the tag and all it said was, Dear Sherlock Holmes and the woman who beat you. Sherlock had reacted rather strangely to this gift, it was practical, like all the other gifts had been but the name tag seemed to bother him. "Do you know who it's from?" She had asked, he nodded and muttered a name, Irene Adler. She had heard about her, and read her case notes. The death was faked. Molly went to sit in Sherlock's lap and then thought better of it, she'd gained a lot of weight now, and the last month was getting closer and closer. Sherlock noticed how Molly had reacted and gently pulled her into his lap, "You don't think your fat do you?" He whispered into her neck, his cool breathe tickling her. He felt her nod. "Doctor Hooper, My pathologist. You are not fat, you are beautiful and inside you is a beautiful baby girl." He hadn't uttered the word beautiful in so long now. Molly tried to think when it last was, the night he proposed? She didn't care though, she was just happy that her dreams where finally happening. She was engaged to Sherlock Holmes and expecting his child. These where the days she had dreamed of, the days she thought would never come.

On the last week of the 8th month Molly woke to watch she felt was contractions. She bolted up in bed and started to wake Sherlock. "Sherlock!" She muttered into the darkness. "Sherlock, I think I'm having contractions, I can't tell!" She felt him sit up and the light switched on. His face was as white as soon but he stayed calm for her. "Does it hurt a lot?" She shook her head, it didn't hurt but she could feel the contractions all the same, "I don't know if it's Braxton hicks or labour" She was panicking now. "Stay calm, I'll phone John and ask him to come over." Molly's voice was getting louder now, "its 6am Sherlock, and he won't come over at this time." But Molly was wrong. As soon as John got the call Mary, Amelia and himself came to 221B. He asked Molly questions and Mary explained that Braxton hicks usually aren't painful but it is uncomfortable.

An hour later they where all eating breakfast, Molly had taken some pain relief and Sherlock was sat behind her rubbing the small of her back. She sighed, content in the moment.

The 9th month of Molly's pregnancy was finally here. Sherlock could tell that she was tense. The baby could come any time now and so Molly was very careful of what she did. Most days Sherlock made her sit on the sofa watching TV. He was very nervous himself, he wanted to see his daughter but at the same time he was so scared that he would hurt her. He tried to lock those feelings away in his mind palace, without success. Sherlock knew the baby's due date was inevitable so he ignored the feelings as best as he could and back Molly's hospital bag. He followed the list she had wrote specifically for him…

Birth plan and maternity notes

Dressing gown

Slippers

Socks

Old pyjamas

Snacks and drinks

Magazine and my copy of water for elephants

An outfit for going home

Nursing bra

Toiletries

Towels, hairbrush, toothbrush and toothpaste

Knickers

Sleep suits and vests

Baby blankets

Nappies

Socks and booties

An outfit for home

CAR SEAT

He sighed when he read Molly's book choice but packed it anyway, he hung the bag on the back of the bedroom door, somewhere they'd both see it.

On Monday 24th November Molly went into labour.

A/N: I'm moving house and will not have wifi for a while so I hope you enjoy this and I will have the birth chapter for you when I get wifi back!