Odds do attract (Mystrade)

Fatherhood? Your joking!

"Irene!" A high pitched squeak echoes around the morgue following the most incredulous words spoken in the life of Molly Hooper.
"What? It's not like I planned it!" The silky smooth voice of none other then the notorious Irene Adler replies with haste. Molly shakes her head vigorously at the mere thought of this situation.
"Mol?.....Please look at me" Irene walks over to Molly's small body and lifts her chin up with a perfectly manicured finger.
"I'm so sorry. For everything. For it happening in the first place, for not telling you." Irene's usually sultry voice turns sweet and caring as she loving strokes her partners soft cheek.
"Molly I need to look at Mr-" As per usual, Sherlock strides in at the worst possible moment, abruptly stopping when he sees the odd scene before him.
"Mr who, Sherlock?" Molly sighs in annoyance, pulling away from Irene with an apologetic glance.
"I...uh. What?" Sherlock mumbles distractedly.
"Which. Dead. Body. Would. You. Like. To. See?" The petite women turns cold, painstaking slowly enunciating every word as if the great Holme's was stupid beyond compare.
"Mr Richards, please" Sherlock mumbles out quickly, shaking his head with confusion accompanied by a snort and smirk from Irene. The beautiful raven haired women strides up to Molly, kisses her flirtatiously and says her goodbye before heading out the door and giving Sherlock a knowing wink.
"Don't bother, you." Molly grumbles, thrusting her clipboard at Sherlock and thumping out of the room grumpily.
"What. On. Earth?!" Sherlock mumbles to himself .

Time skip

"I don't get it! How in gods name can they be...be together?!" Sherlock's face contorts in disbelief and disgust, as if the mere thought had him tasting the most sour of lemons.
"Just because you screwed her love, doesn't mean she's straight. You of all people should know that." John says pointedly, acting cool and unaffected but Sherlock could see the sadness behind those chocolatey orbs. Sherlock takes two long strides to his beloved and crouches in front of him.
"John, dear. Look at me, please." Sherlock places a long slender finger beneath John's chin and slowly raises his face to look into the other mans eyes.
"I was stupid and in denial. I thought you would never love me, which might I add was a fair thing to think as you were quite insistent on making the world know you 'Weren't gay!'" Sherlock mocks John as the sandy haired man lets out a breathy chuckle.
"Manipulation was all it was, I can assure you it was quite ghastly." His eyes scrunch up as he tries to forget those grotesque actions. Leaning in close, Sherlock grazes his teeth against John's ear. "Not like how we do it" A sultry whisper causes the doctor to squirm and gasp at the sudden change of events. Standing up, Sherlock grips John's hips pulling him up with him. A moment of lustful staring before they crash ino each others mouth frantically. Pushing John up against the wall, Sherlock growls with hunger as he nips and sucks on the tan skin of John's neck. Panting and moaning is suddenly interrupted with a loud crash of their apartment door as a very disheveled looking Molly Hooper comes rushing into their living room.
"Guys, I need your he- Oh... Uh.. Um I should probably come back another time?" A flustered brunette stands in the middle of their apartment twiddling her fingers nervously.
"Yes, that would definitely be preferable" Sherlock hissed into John's shoulder.
"No, you are absolutely fine. Please take a seat whilst I go prepare us some tea." John gently pushes Sherlock away and pecks him on the check only to get an annoyed growl from the curly haired beauty.
"But Jawnnnnn." Sherlock whines his protest, earning a very pointed glance from his boyfriend. He just huffs and puffs before settling into his usual chair, glaring daggers at Molly.
"Now what is it that you could possible want that would cause you to come crashing into our apartment uninvited?" The consulting detective grumbles rudely.
"Sherlock! Now, Mol, what's going on, you look absolutely stressed?" John addressed the young women with a soft tone, very much unlike his pale Adonis.
"Uh...well...Irene's pregnant." The words just tumble,out of her mouth before she can stop them, she clamps a small hand over her quivering lips.
"She's what!?" Screams a panicked Sherlock, hands in his hair, eyes wide.
"Well...uh...you see..." Squirming uncomfortably under the manic stare of Sherlock Holmes, Molly stutters trying to find the words to best describe the current predicament.
"Irene's having a baby" Molly states simply "It's not yours!" She quickly adds as an afterthought. Both Sherlock and John visibly relaxed at her words.
"Who's is it then?" John finally added.
"I don't know and I don't want to. ." Molly replies sternly, almost as if she were trying to convince herself rather then informing the two boys.
"Well everything's alright then, right?" The doctor asks, clearly unsure of what to say or how to feel about this odd situation. No one knew what to say, the room filled with an awkward, unsure silence that almost seemed to suffocate the lot.
"Why were you at Mycrofts?" Sherlock suddenly blurts out, casual as ever.
"Huh?" Molly looks dumbfounded, she hadn't even thought Mycroft would come up in their conversation.
"You were at my brothers, yourself and Irene were there before you came here. Why?" Sherlock stares intently at the fidgety women with frozen blue eyes. John felt he needed to step in but he was quite curious himself so he let the situation be for now hoping it wouldn't unfold into anything to unpleasant.
"Ha, well...um... You see." The small women rubs the back of her neck, eyes darting anywhere but the two men. Irene steps through the doors with a Cheshire grin.
"Mycroft's going to adopt the child." ..............