" Molly, I really must go," Sherlock says as Molly drags him by the wrist towards her spare bedroom. He protests, but never once does he actually attempt to pull away.
" Just look!" she says as she pushes open the door to the spare room.
Sherlock bursts inside, and his eyes widen at the sight. The once bare, grey walls are now painted a million shades of blue and dolphins and colourful fish swim around. He spins round once and then watched Molly.
" Do you like it?" she asks. Her voice is hopeful. " I didn't think I could stand a frilly, pink room, even if the baby is a girl."
Sherlock pauses and closes his eyes tightly as he turns to face the wall. " You said the baby's a girl?" he says.
" Yeah, I wanted to wait but, you know me, I'm not very good at waiting," she says, then she giggles her giggle. Sherlock remembers it. But he blocks it.
Remembering would mean caring.
And he doesn't.
He - he can't.
" It's beautiful," he says, running a hand over the dark wood of the crib. " But I really must go now. Take care, Molly Hooper."
He walks out the apartment and pulls his coat lapels tight over his face. His eyes sparkle as he whispers desperately to himself, attracting the attention of strangers.
They obviously think he's crazy.
Maybe he is.
It's the only explanation.
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Fanfiction" I'm pregnant." Two words, ten letters. He counts them once, twice, checks to make sure he's heard correctly thrice. He has. She's pregnant.
