Me and You ..

19 years later

This is kinda like a little sequel - cause the story came naturally to an end but i'd thought I'd give you a little more :)

Sherlock never left Molly's side after that. He was always there for her, holding her when the times got tough , hiding any sharp object when he felt he could not control her. Molly did the same for him, held him when he had failed his degree due to the Professor taking a disliking to him , threw away the drugs when they were delivered to their door and cleaning up when he managed to acquire them another way.
But they celebrated too. Molly moved in with the Holmes family when her aunt had to move away and Sherlock had refused to let her go. Sherlock threw Molly up in the air when she graduated from University with a Forensic Pathology degree and Molly did the same when Sherlock graduated from Oxford , rather than Cambridge, with a Chemistry degree.

They had saved and saved to buy a house in London ( well a flat ) as it was close to the action as Sherlock had put it. They could not have been happier , or so they had thought. They had been well joined at the hip for 19 years now but never married , both Sherlock and Molly agreed on this , it just was not them.

Molly slumped on to the settee ( or couch , or sofa , what ever you want to call it) and sighed. Another 2lbs !! So far this month she had put on weight every day. " Maybe thats just me getting comfortable" Molly looked round the room and her eyes fell on a picture on the fireplace. She got up (ignoring the pain in her back) and went over to it. In the frame sat a 17 year old Molly and a 18 year old Sherlock. Grey blazers and undone ties. Molly's bandage just about hidden under her blazer but not enough to stop it poking through. This had been taken after her hospital stay on the first day back to school. Mycroft had insisted on staying with them to look after his little sister and took the photo. Molly smiled as she traced her arm. The scars had gone, replaced by happiness that Sherlock had provided.
There was a sound of the lock opening and the familiar sound of a coat and scarf being hung on the rack. " Hey , Sherlock!" Molly called out. "Hey Molls, where are you ?"
"In here !"
Sherlock swarmed round the door and found his pathologist looking at their leavers photo. He smiled and wrapped his arms around her. " Those were the days" Sherlock said.
He leant down and kissed Molly.
" Yeah , they..."
Molly stopped and the colour drained out of her. She ran to the loo and Sherlock heard the sound of vomiting.
He ran to her side and deduced immediately what was going on. " Molly, you know we were talking about starting a family, a while back"
"Yeah"
"I think its time we got you a pregnancy test"
Molly's eyes widened. A smile broke across her face. " lets go"
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Sherlock paced nervously outside the bathroom door. He might be a dad, an actual dad. A role model. A hero in a child's eyes. Not any child , his child. A smile broke across his face.

Molly finished peeing on the stick and walked out to a nervous Sherlock. " I think we should find out together, time two minutes"

120 seconds.

Sherlock and Moly sat down on the settee and turned the stick away from them.

60 seconds.

Sherlock turned towards Molly. " I love you"

30 seconds

Molly smiled and whispered into Sherlocks ear " I love you too"

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CLIFFHANGER !! :D