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TIMELINE

I received a review from someone who was a bit confused about the timeline of the events at the end of the last chapter of TLG, so I'm going to clarify.
Sherlock shot CAM on Dec.25th,

Three days later on the 28th, he visits Molly. It typically takes between 3-10 days for the conception to occur. In this case, we'll say Molly conceived seven days after her and Sherlock had sex, which places us at the 4th of January. Four weeks later, Molly is administered a pregnancy test and given confirmation of being pregnant on the 7th of February. The estimation of how far along she is is determined by the date she last had sex (which is a question the Doctor administering the test would ask)

I hope this clears up any confusion.

Beta:Thanks to the lovely Hoodoo!

Molly Hooper's life had always consisted of routine: Everyday she woke up at 8 A.M, had tea with breakfast, fed her cat and headed to work by 10. On the weekdays she took the tube to work, while on the weekends, she'd catch a cab.

Her shift at Barts lasted from 11:30 in the morning until 8 P.M., at which time she would catch either a cab or the tube home, depending on the day. When she arrived, her and Toby would have dinner before catching a few hours of telly with cup or two of tea—some nights substituted for a glass of wine and she was typically in bed by eleven each night.

Things had taken a turn in Molly Hooper's life over the past three weeks, however.

Now eight weeks along, some mornings she felt fine enough to eat a small bowl of fruit and toast. Other mornings found her hunched over the toilet for hours, heaving up whatever was left from the night before.

The tube was now completely out of the question, at least until the morning sickness eased up. The lurching movements of the train had disagreed with her, resulting in an unfortunate incident in which a business man's expensive-looking suit became accessorized by Molly's breakfast. Her feeble apologies and stuttered explanations only just lessened the look of utter disgust on his face as he scribbled out his name and the phone number to his dry cleaners.

Another change Molly was having to adapt to was barely managing to undress before collapsing into bed upon returning home from work. Some nights she simply fell asleep in her undergarments, too tired to bother with her pyjamas, and her lunch breaks were now used to catch a quick nap during her shift on the days that the fatigue was stronger than her appetite.

Luckily enough, her stomach didn't seem to be bothered with the grizzlier aspects of her job, (which she found odd, when things like the smell of peach or Tide laundry soap had become intolerable) but then again, her job had never really been something that affected her the way it did others.

Out of all of the temporary changes in her life, however, the hardest one had been trying to reconcile with the idea of how drastically, how permanently, her life was going change in just a few months. The queasiness would stop soon enough and the fatigue would eventually go away, but the idea of being a parent, something she would be for the rest of her life, was a hard concept to come to terms with. Usually when she began to try, she'd become overwhelmed and push the thought from her mind, while instead trying to focus on something else.

That "something else", however, had not been the pamphlet currently shoved to the back of her nightstand drawer, given to her at her appointment along with the test results. The pamphlet that had given her a list of "alternative options" to consider.

Molly wanted to believe what the nurses had told her, that it was given to each patient who found out they were expecting. However, she couldn't shake the feeling that it being given to her had something to do with the box marked "single" on her paperwork.

It was something she wasn't sure would have made a difference regardless of whether Sherlock had been sent away or not. Yet another thing she tried very, very hard not to think about.

Right now, however, it was easy to forget about her current predicament; about making a decision, about the fact that she might have been a single parent regardless of the circumstances surrounding the conception. It was another thing that was on the growing list that she wouldn't allow herself to think about.

Because she had just turned from the body she had been dissecting—Matilda, early 70's, stroke— and she wasn't sure if it was the fear that made her suddenly dizzy, or the fact that she had stopped breathing.

Right then all she could focus on was the fact that a ghost has just stepped into the room and twisted the lock on the door into place before turning towards her, slipping his hands into the pockets of his immaculately tailored suit.

The smile on his face made it all the worse.

"Did you miss me, Molly? Because oh, how I've missed you."