Alas -sniff- we have come to the final chapter :(

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Part Ten - The Final Problem

They were both sat at the kitchen table. Molly at one end with a large pile of papers and her laptop, and Sherlock at the other, surrounded by various beakers, two Petri dishes and his microscope. He was looking through the microscope, adjusting the knobs.

"Molly?"

"Mmm?" she answered him absent-mindedly, not looking up from her papers.

"I think we should get married."

Molly's pen dropped from her fingers, her eyes snapping up to look at him. "Wha-what?"

He didn't move from the microscope. "You heard me."

She blinked. "I thought you didn't believe in marriage."

He made a noise in the back of his throat. "Beliefs can change."

Molly swallowed. "You really mean it then."

Sherlock leaned away from the microscope and looked directly at her. "Of course I mean it. I love you; you love me, why shouldn't we get married?"

She licked her lips. "Do you have a ring?"

He appeared to have been briefly distracted by the sight of her tongue moving across her bottom lip. He blinked rapidly before he returned his gaze to her eyes. "Of course I have a ring. I've been carrying it around for weeks." He slid his hand into his pocket.

"You have?"

"Yes." He pulled out a small black box and stood. He stared down at it for a moment before moving towards her. He looked at her from beneath his eyelashes. "Would you like me to kneel?"

She giggled and shook her head. "You don't have to."

He opened the box and held it out to her. Her mouth dropped open when she looked at the ring. It was beautiful, most certainly an antique. It was delicate and small, perfect for her hand, as if it had been made just for her. Sherlock took a step closer, slipping the ring from the box. He closed it and sat it down upon the table before reaching out and taking her left hand in his.

"Molly, I'd never make a promise to you that I couldn't keep, so I won't promise you that I'll be the perfect husband; we both know that that won't ever happen. But I will promise you this that I will try. I want to be married to you; I want to call you my wife. I want to share everything with you, including my last name. But I think you should keep the Hooper, Hooper-Holmes has a nice sound to it..." He paused to take a breath but when he was about to continue Molly threw herself into his arms.

"Yes! Yes! Yes Sherlock! Yes, I'll marry you!" she cried.

He chuckled as he reached around to grab her left hand again. He slipped on the ring, then gently cradled her head in his hands and kissed away the two tears that had begun to fall down her face. She smiled up at him, her heart feeling as if it may swell and burst with the amount of love she felt for this man.

"I adore you, Molly."

Her smile widened. "I adore you as well."

They kissed again, it quickly growing in passion. Sherlock lifted up her petite form, settling her down upon the one bare space on the table. Hands began to wander as they slowly undressed. Fingers stroking and tweaking, soft moans and happy sighs escaping between lips as they eventually both became naked. He slid in to her with ease, holding himself still once he was fully inside of her wet warmth.

"Sherlock ...," she breathed out softly, "I love you. I love you so much!"

He began to thrust, keeping his movements slow and rhythmic. "I love yo-AHH!-"

She had slipped her hand beneath him to cup and caress his bollocks.

"I love you too!" he gasped out, ending in a groan as she continued to work her fingers on him.

He placed one hand on the small of her back, the other holding tightly onto her hip, her ankles pressing against the curve of his arse. Dipping his head down, he took one rosy nipple between his lips, continuing his slow thrusts, as he suckled and bit at her tender flesh. He switched to her other breast, her moans reverberating directly to his cock that was entering her again and again. She had let go of his bollocks in order to place her hands flat onto the table.

Sherlock released her nipple and leaned back slightly; stilling his thrusts he pulled out of her and teased at her clit with the head of his cock, circling it. Molly threw her head back, her lips parted as she mewled quietly. He gave her clit a few more strokes before sliding back in.

"Oh fuck me Sherlock, please fuck me!"

He didn't need to be told twice. He took a hold of her hips and began to thrust into her hard.

"Oh God! YES!" she cried.

He was filling her so deeply, and she was moaning uncontrollably.

"Kiss me!" she whimpered.

He slipped his hand around to her back, pulling her close up against him as he continued to thrust. Their lips crashed together in a sloppy, passion-filled kiss. She cried out into his mouth, her orgasm washing over. He gave three more thrusts, pressing his forehead into her shoulder as he came. She held onto him, placing light kisses to his skin as they both slowly recovered from their orgasmic highs.

"Say it again ..." she murmured to him. "Ask me."

He was nibbling on her neck, breathing heavily, but stopped when she spoke. He slowly raised his head so that he could look down at her. "Will you marry me?"

She smiled slowly. "Yes."

He kissed her sweetly, cradling her body close, his softening cock still inside of her.

"Sherlock!" she giggled out his name. "What are you doing?"

He had lifted her off of the table and was walking out of the kitchen. "I'm taking you to bed. We're not done celebrating."

She giggled again, tightening the hold of her legs around him. Upon entering the bedroom he kicked the door shut behind them and gently laid her down upon the bed. He quickly covered her body with his own and kissed her once more.

"There's something I need to tell you," she spoke softly, "since you don't seem to have deduced it yet."

Sherlock stopped the path of kisses that he had begun down her throat. He moved until their eyes could meet.

"I'm pregnant."

Sherlock stared at her, his expression entirely blank. He had entered into full-blown Buffering Mode. Several minutes passed in silence.

"Yeah ... I can see now why John considers this to be a bit scary." She breathed out, patiently waiting for him to come back to her.

"So what do you think?" Sherlock said suddenly.

She blinked at him. "Think about what?"

"About what I just said!"

She bit down on her bottom lip. "Sherlock," she spoke gently, "you didn't say anything out loud."

He deflated. "Damn it. Done it again."

She giggled.

"Well ... I ... ahhh - I don't think I'll be able to reiterate word for word what I - ahh - said to ... myself..." he spluttered out.

She ran her hands up and down his arms. "Summarize then, perhaps?"

He nodded. "I think we should get married as soon as we can, and I'm not saying that because of the baby, I was going to suggest it regardless. But now that there is a baby on the way, I think it would be best if we do marry soon, so that we could go on our Sex Holiday."

She laughed. "Is sex all you ever think about?"

"No." He pouted. "I think about you mostly, which ... eventually leads to me thinking about sex."

She laughed again, moving her hands up his arms until she was cradling his face. She tilted him downwards and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "I think about you a lot too."

He smirked then his expression softened as he raised his head. "We're having a baby."

She nodded, smiling. A sudden flash of fear crossed over his face.

"I didn't hurt you, did I? I didn't hurt the baby? I got a bit rough at the end."

She chuckled, crossing her arms over his shoulders so that his body pressed closer to hers.

"You didn't hurt me, and you didn't hurt the baby. We're both fine. Now kiss me, please."

He did just that, slipping one of his hands down between them to brush his fingertips over her abdomen. When they parted he pulled away slightly to look at her stomach, still running his fingers across her.

"We're having a baby," he repeated, and she covered her hand with his. He looked up at her. "Do you think I'll be a good father?"

With her other hand she cupped the side of his face. "You'll be a wonderful father! Look at how well you've taken care of me over these passed few months!"

He smiled, keeping his hand on her stomach as he shifted slightly so that he could lay on his side. "Our child will certainly be an intelligent one!"

She hummed in agreement. "Don't think for a second that you'll be able to conduct any sort of experiments on them though!"

"Molly!" he exclaimed, looking affronted. "I would never do that. Have I ever experimented on John and Mary's child?"

"No," she replied with a cheeky smirk. "But that's because Mary is a former assassin and would more than likely castrate you, if you did."

He grimaced slightly. "Point made." He splayed his hand out on her stomach.

"Do you want a boy or a girl?" Molly asked him.

Sherlock moved closer, brushing the tip of his nose along her jaw line. "Doesn't matter. I would be happy with either, the only thing that does matter is that the child is healthy."

Molly turned her head and pressed her lips to his. "I feel the same."

"Let's get married tomorrow," he said to her.

"All right."

He smiled, gently moving his fingertips over the smooth expanse of her abdomen. Molly looked at him, her own expression mirroring his as she began to mentally prepare herself for the coming months, knowing all too well that she was going to have to endure more coddling and fussing from him. Her smile grew larger as she reached up and brushed his curls back from his face, accepting the fact that she honestly wouldn't want it to be any other way.

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TA DA! -wipes away a few tears- The End -sniffle-

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