Finally, He's Mine. - A Sherlolly Fanfic

Chapter Eleven

I woke up the next morning and found myself feeling slightly disorientated until I remembered that I had actually been sleeping in John's room. I sat up in the bed and stretched out and decided to go get Sherlock a drink and a couple of tablets, I had no doubt that he'd be needing them after last night's antics. I smiled to myself at the memory of him stumbling all over the place.

"Sherl," I said softly as I entered the room, "you getting up?"

I went into our room and set the drink down on the bed side table. I sat down on the bed next to him and rocked him gently.

"It's time to get up, Sherlock, I've made breakfast."

He rolled over and pulled the pillow around his head.

"Just five more minutes." He groaned.

I smiled and left the bedroom and went into the kitchen and sat with John while we ate breakfast.

"I still can't believe it, Molly, you really want me to be Godfather?"

"Of course we do, John, you're one of our closest friends and we know that we can trust you, there really was no other option."

John stood up and walked round the table until he was stood behind me and he placed his arm round me.

"Thank you, so much, Molly," he smiled down at me then looked at his watch, "shit, I better be off to work, I'll see you later."

I started to clear the pots from the table when Sherlock ventured into the kitchen, he plonked himself down on the nearest chair and held his head in his hands.

"Jesus Christ, what happened to me last night?"

"Well for starters, you drank more than everyone else put together."

"Oh God, I can't believe it, must've made a complete fool of myself."

"That's one way of putting it." I replied with a grin.

I walked round to where he was sat and gave him a kiss on the cheek and set down his breakfast in front of him, "I'm off to see Taylor today whilst you go and see your parents, thought I'd tell her about the babies, after all she was one of my better friends at university."

"Well to be honest, I don't think you'd need to tell her I think she'd be able to see for herself. What time you going?"

"I'm meeting her at about 12:30, we're having a lunch date."

"Ooh how girly," he said, mockingly.

"Shut up you and get that breakfast eaten, you'll feel much better."

He played with the food on his plate moving it idly from side to side.

"If you don't want it just put it in the bin for God's sake!"

I couldn't hide my exasperation, I stood facing the lounge breathing deeply and trying to stop the tears.

"Hey, hey what's up?" Sherlock asked as I felt a comforting arm find its way around my waist.

"I think it's just hormones, I feel all over the place at the minute."

"Why didn't you say anything? If I'd have known I could've helped you, Mol, take some of the strain away."

"Oh I don't know, I didn't want to be a burden on you, I'm a grown woman I should be able to look after myself."

"You can look after yourself but everyone needs a bit of help occasionally. I love you Molly and helping you is what I'm supposed to do, we're in this together."

I turned round to face him and my head flopped on to him and I just let the tears roll down my cheeks. I felt myself shaking from the power of my sobs and I felt Sherlock's grip around me tighten, comforting me.

"I'm so sorry," I managed to get out between sobs, "I just didn't realise how hard this would be." 

"I know, I know it's hard but I'm here for you, Molly, I don't want you to ever feel like you're going through this alone."

He wiped a tear away from my cheek and kissed my forehead, "you go and get ready, I'll sort the pots out and wash up and what not."

"Thank you, Sherl."

I went into our room and opened the wardrobe, I pulled out an old dress, it had always been slightly too big for me but due to recent events it fitted me perfectly. I looked in the mirror to see how visible my bump was becoming. Only 9 weeks into my pregnancy and I was already showing quite substantially. I tied my hair up and decided to skip on the makeup, it was a hot day and I just didn't feel like it. 

I went back through to the kitchen and placed my bag on the table. 

"You look gorgeous, Molly. Love the dress."

"Thank you, it's an old one, never worn it before. Oh hang on, I've got a text."

I picked my phone up out my bag, "oh it's from Taylor, asking if I want to go earlier, she's had some sort of bonus at work and wants to go shopping. Do you mind?"

"Of course I don't mind, you don't need my permission to do things, just be careful and don't wear yourself out. And have a lovely day." 

"Okay, I'll text her back then, I'll see you later, Sherlock. Love you."

I put my shoes on and left the flat and saw Taylor walking down the street.

"Oh my God, Taylor, how did you know we lived here."

"Holy shit. Molly!" Her jaw dropped, "you're pregnant." 

"Oh shit, yeah I was wondering why my belly was getting so big so quickly recently."

"Ooh you sarcastic bitch! I've missed you! How far along are you?"

She linked her arm in mine and we began walking down the street.

"I'm about 10 weeks, give or take."

"Bloody hell, you're showing already? Reckon it's some enormous baby, did you have an affair with a body builder?"

I couldn't help but laugh at her.

"No I did not! Well I'm bound to be showing already, there are two babies in there."

She stopped and looked right at me.

"No way, you're having twins, that's brilliant! Can I have one?"

"No you cannot, but me and Sherlock have been talking about Godparents, we've already chosen his friend, John, to be Godfather and it'd like Sherlock said 'If my friend is Godfather then it's only fair that you pick one of your friends to be Godmother' so we decided that we'd like you to be the Godmother."

She smiled down at me and threw her arms around me, "Oh my God yes! Yes of course, thank you so much!"

We carried on walking and Taylor asked where I'd like to go.

"I think I'd like to look at some matrenity clothing, get an idea but I'm not desparate, don't worry if we don't have time."

"Of course we have time, come on."

She whisked me away and we looked in all manner of shops at all types of clothing.

"It's no good, it's just no good, everything is too expensive. Can't we just nip in to Primark and I'll buy a load of those stretchy vest tops."

"No you won't, you're going to do pregnancy in style! I'll get you some clothes."

"No, Taylor, I couldn't, I'd feel awful."

"You can and you will, and there's no need, as future Godmother I have to make sure my future Godchildren have a yummy mummy, even before they're born."