Finally, He's Mine. - A Sherlolly Fanfic

Chapter Seven

"I'm pregnant?" The words felt so alien coming from my mouth, I said it again, "I'm pregnant."

I started to sit up again and this time John helped me to my feet, I sat down on the chair and just felt numb. I couldn't believe it. 

"Obviously, there are a few options now Molly," John said calmly.

"Don't even say it, I'm not getting rid of this baby, I just can't."

"Okay well, I know that right now you'll be feeling very overwhelmed and unsure about what's going to happen."

"Do I have to repeat myself, I am not getting rid of this baby."

I placed my hands over my stomach and looked down at them then looked up at John.

"I'm so sorry John, I'm just absolutely terrified," I sobbed, "what will Sherlock say, what will Sherlock do? Oh god we haven't even been together a month, what if he leaves me?"

John moved his chair closer to mine and placed a friendly hand on my knee, "well all you can do is tell him and hope for the best, if he leaves you then he obviously didn't deserve you in the first place, Molly, and even if the worst does happen and he does leave you, you still have options, nowadays having a baby doesn't mean your life has to end, a baby is a wondeful thing at any time."

I smiled up at him, "thank you John, thank you for everything, could you do me a favour?"

"Of course I can, what do you need me to do?"

"Remove all sharp objects from the flat before I tell Sherlock, you know, just in case."

John and I laughed, "no problem."

I grabbed my bag and stood up and held my hand out to say thanks.

"Oh sod that, come here."

He held his arms out and hugged me like a father would a daughter, a single tear rolled down my cheek and I sniffed back more.

"I'll see you soon, Molly, and I'm not telling you what to do but don't leave it too long before you tell Sherlock, you know what he's like."

"I know, I won't."

I left it another few days before I decided to tell Sherlock, after all it isn't something you just bring up in conversation. I was at home and dedcided to call him.

"Hey you, what you calling me for."

I sat for a second unable to speak for the fear of bursting into tears.

"Hey," my voice croaked, "we need to talk, are you free later today?"

"Erm yeah," oh god, he sounded so nervous, "what's it about?" He actually sounded really upset.

"It's nothing bad," for me anyway, "I just don't want to talk about it on the phone."

"Oh okay, well you can come round when you want to, we'll be in all day."

"Okay, see you later," I said. "I love you," I whispered through my tears after he hung up.

I pulled my knees up to my chest and just wept, for the past three weeks my life had been perfect and this afternoon it could all potentialy be ruined by two words. I took a deep breath and composed myself. I decided to go to Sherl's straight away, bite the bullet, get it over with after all, it's his baby too it's not fair that he's kept in the dark over it. I picked up my phone and text him:

I'm just about to leave my flat now, I'll see you soon. Xx

I put my phone in my bag and sat silently in the back of the cab. I couldn't believe what was happening.