Finally, He's Mine. - A Sherlolly Fanfic

Chapter Twelve

"I'm home, Sherl." I shouted as I made my way in to the flat. I was greeted by two unfamiliar people, at first I just assumed they were clients and made my way through to the bedrom whilst excusing myself.

"Molly, Molly, wait a sec."

He grabbed my arm, "they're my parents." He whispered.

"Oh, shit, I bet they hate me, do they hate me?"

"Why whould they hate you, you're giving them their first grandchildren, they can't wait to meet you."

"Oh, let me just go put these bags down and then I'll be straight back through."

I made my way to our room and placed the bags down on the bed, Taylor really had bought me too much, I'll definitely have to pay her back someday, maybe she'd let me do it in monthly installments like those payday loans companies.

I took my hair down and quickly ran a brush through it before putting it back up and making my way back to the living room.

"Hello," I said shyly, "nice to meet you both, Mr and Mrs Holmes."

Sherlock's mother embraced me, "oh my dear, do call us Dorothy and Richard."

I smiled up at her, she had such a warm welcoming face, not at all how I imagined Sherlock's mother to be, if I'm honest I actually found it hard to imagine that Sherlock had any parents, especially not such ordinary looking ones.

"Bloody hell, mother, let go of her, you'll suffocate her."

"William Sherlock Scott Holmes, do not speak to me with that kind of language young man." I looked up at her, puzzled, why had she just called Sherlock William?

I looked over at Sherlock who was now as red as a tomato.

"Mother what have I told you about calling me that? You know I despise that name."

"Ooh you are so rude sometimes, I don't know how this lovely young girl puts up with you."

"Oh my God, your first name's William? How did I not know that, I'm pregnant with your children and I had no idea that Sherlock isn't your actual first name."

"Well, it's just, I well I can't stand my name, doesn't have a ring to it."

"I like it, but if you don't then I'll be more than happy to keep calling you Sherlock."

Sherlock snaked his arm around my waist and planted a kiss on my cheek.

"I'm feeling really tired." I whispered to Sherlock, "I might go get comfy on the sofa and try stay awake until your parents leave."

"No, go have a proper lie down, I'll get rid of them."

"Are you sure? I really don't mind."

"Of course I don't, go get some rest."

I excused myself and went into our bed room and moved the bags off the bed and got myself comfy. Sherlock came through a few minutes later and laid next to me and placed his hand on my bump.

"What's in all the bags?" He asked while gently stroking my belly.

"Just some maternity clothes, Taylor insisted on treating me to them."

"Aw that's lovely, I assumed she said yes to being Godmother."

"Oh yeah she did, she said she couldn't believe and she was honoured, I think she should meet John soon, so they can get to know each other."

"Yeah, that'd be lovely."

I looked across at the clock, it was only 5pm but I felt so tired.

"I'm going to get some pyjamas on, get comfy."

"Okay, are you hungry, babe, I'll get some tea on."

"Oh yeah, that'd be nice."

I took my clothes off after Sherlock had left the room and went across to the wardrobe to get my pyjamas out, they really were getting too tight for me. I rooted around for something looser but couldn't find anything, in the end I found a pair of leggings that were normally a bit loose for me and picked out an old t shirt of Sherlock's, it felt strange seeing t shirts in the wardrobe as I never saw him in one. Once I was dressed I went into the living room and got comfy on the sofa.

"You know, it's funny earlier, you said that you didn't think that your full name has a ring to it."

"Yeah, well it doesn't."

"I think it's lovely, but anyway, I feel the same about my name."

"Molly Hooper has a lovely ring to it, what're you on about?"

"No, I mean my middle name doesn't go with the rest of my name."

"I didn't know you had a middle name."

"Yeah, Molly Elizabeth Hooper is my full name, never really liked it to be honest." I said as I stood up to go to the kitchen to go get a drink.

"Well, what about Molly Elizabeth Holmes?" Sherlock said whilst pulling something out of his pocket and getting down on one knee.

"Wh w what?"

"Molly Elizabeth Hooper, will you marry me?"

I stood for a moment, not able to fully comprehend what he'd just said.

"Oh my God, yes. Yes. Yes I will marry you, Sherlock!"

He put the ring, the most beautiful ring I've ever seen, on and stood up and threw his arms around me and kissed me like he'd never kissed me before.

"I love you so much." He said to me as we stood there.

"I love you too." I said between sobs, "so much."

We both cried a little, actually a lot, before we came back down to earth.

"You should ring your parents, Sherlock, let them know."

"They already do, they were in on the plan."

"What plan?"

"Well, I told them earlier about the babies and the fact that we hadn't planned it but we were both over the moon with it and I told them that I was thinking of marrying you, actually I've thought about it for a while now, any way, I invited them over and we planned the whole 'mum telling me off' thing so that she'd use my full name, which I really do detest"

"But how did you know that I had a middle name I didn't like?"

"Molly, seriously it's me of course I knew, but I'd seen an initial on your bank card, hospital ID and other various possessions of yours and deduced that you must dislike your middle name because you've never told me what it was before."

"Okay, smart, I'll give you that but how did you know that I'd talk about my middle name?"

"You're a woman, talking is what you do best." He said playfully.

"Cheeky bugger! How did you know that I'd say 'yes' and not run for the hills then?"

"Because I've seen the way you look in windows of just about every jewellers we've ever walked past."

"Shit, was I really that obvious?"

"I'm afraid so."

I laughed and placed my, now beautifully decorated, left hand over my stomach and smiled at Sherlock.

"You're so beautiful, Molly, I'm so lucky to have you."