Molly sat in her favourite chair with her feet tucked under her and her hands together in her lap. It had been four weeks since she had seen or heard from Sherlock and in all honesty she didn't expect to hear from him at all, he had made his intentions pretty clear from their last meeting.

Molly's hands unintentionally ran down her front and gently rubbed small circles into her flat stomach. She was roughly twelve weeks along in the pregnancy and she couldn't be more relieved, with all the stress she had been dealing with for the last few weeks she was scared she was going to suffer a miscarriage but after her latest doctor's appointment he informed her that the risk of losing the baby lowers after the twelfth or thirteenth week.

There were so many new things that were happening to her body, Molly wasn't sure if she could keep up with it. For two weeks straight she couldn't even move her head without feeling nauseous, she could only stand up for small amounts of time before she felt too tired to move and recently she started to get heartburn after eating and her gums started bleeding after she brushed her teeth. All of these John and her doctor both confirmed were completely normal and expected to happen.

She had gone out with Mary a couple of days ago to the store to purchase some baby necessities. They had gone out for lunch at this fancy bistro downtown and afterwards they had gone over to a newly opened Montrose baby boutique and picked up some essentials. She picked up three baby bottles, one white one, one yellow one and one with twinkling stars over it, a plain white dummy like the one she had as a baby, a few muslins and some cotton soft blankets. Molly wanted to go absolutely crazy and buy every cute item in the store even a six hundred pound wicker pram that would be perfect for the nursery but Mary had to basically pry her fingers off of it and told her to wait. That was the hard part; waiting.

Molly had been asked at least seven times by her doctor is she was sure she didn't want to know the sex and every time she had nodded her head and told her she wanted to be surprised. At times like these she wished she knew whether to buy the cute denim overalls for a boy or an adorable pink sundress for a girl. But no, her mother had waited when she carried her so Molly would be patient and wait till the Big Day until she found out.

A soft knock on the door caught Molly's attention and slowly she made her way across the room to answer the door. She didn't have to check the peephole to know who was waiting on the other side, she already knew it was Mycroft before she got up. She unbolted the door and pulled it open, surprise surprise, it was Mycroft.

The eldest Holmes stood before her in his usual three piece pinstripe suit with his umbrella in hand, why did he insist on carrying that everywhere? It hadn't rained in weeks and there wasn't any in the near forecast.

"'Ello, Mycroft," Molly greeted making sure to put on a smile. "Won't you come in?"

Mycroft nodded his head and returned the smile, though not as easy as the pathologist. "Yes, thank you Molly."

He followed her into the flat and took a seat in the chair in the corner Molly offered. Without having to ask Molly began to fill up the kettle for tea and took out the blue china tea cups she reserved specifically for such a visit.

"It's been a week," Molly said breaking the silence. "I almost thought for a second you had decided to leave me alone."

Mycroft smirked ignoring the sarcastic tone Molly projected. "I'm checking up on you to make sure your well being is looked after. If you wish me to leave you alone all you have to do is ask."

Molly shook her head. "No it's fine, I like the company I don't get out very often it's nice to have someone over every now and then, even if it is you."

Molly carried over the tea tray to the ottoman and placed it gently down and began to pluck two sugar cubes into the cup before stopping herself but it was too late, the sugar had melted and was now one with the tea.

"Problem, my dear?" Mycroft asked noticing the change in atmosphere.

Molly shook her head quickly but didn't meet his eye. "You don't take sugar,"

"It's quite alright," Mycroft insisted taking the cup in his hand and the silver spoon in the other, "tea is tea."

"You don't take sugar, Sherlock does."

Ah, there it was. His name, Mycroft felt a shiver of ice run down his back at the mention on his youngest brother. He had been informed by Dr. Watson what had happened and the second he found out he cancelled his meetings for the rest of the afternoon and rushed to 221B Baker Street. He wasn't surprised to find his brother playing with his chemistry set at the kitchen table, his violin wasn't far behind lying on the couch thrown their rather clumsily. He opened his mouth to say something but before he could he noticed the broken strings on the instrument, his violin was the only thing Sherlock ever truly worshipped and cared for and to see it in that condition broke his heart. Something was wrong.

"What the hell was all that about?" Mycroft demanded.

"I gather John told you, or was it Molly she was always rather fond of you? Did she come crying to you after I left? You took your time, it's all those pastries you've been eating it's slowing you down." Sherlock responded without looking up from his microscope.

Mycroft clenched his fists together, he could feel his anger fuel through his body but needed to remain calm. "So this is your idea or dealing with things? Play chemist at home while you have a child out there-"

"I don't have anything!" Sherlock suddenly losing his temper pushed the microscope roughly away from him as if it was nothing and stood to face his brother. "I didn't ask for this! Why should I be punished for something I didn't plan for or want?"

"And you think Molly Hooper wanted this!?" Mycroft shouts back almost instantly. "She loved you from the very second she saw you and this is how you repay her? She's giving you the greatest gift she's giving you a child and you just walk out on her? She doesn't deserve that, she certainly doesn't deserve you."

Mycroft stared down his brother for a few moments before finally backing down. He picked up his briefcase from the floor and made his way to the door to show himself out. He turned the knob and was halfway out the door when he turned on his heels and looked upon his broken brother once more.

"What's dead should stay dead."

He hasn't seen his brother since.

Mycroft snapped back to reality and placed the cup down gently against the saucer. Reaching forward he gently placed his hand over Molly's and smiled gently. "It's for the best, Miss Hooper."

Molly turned her hand over in his and squeezed. "I know, I know, but still-"

"Don't think about the past, think about the present! Think about your baby, the life you will bring into the world!

With her free hand Molly once again stroked her belly. She imagined her pea size baby floating around in her, the baby had eyes now but no mouth but she could picture the baby smiling, his beautiful smile and laughter filling the empty flat, he would make her so happy. Him? Him. It sounded right, that gut feeling that she felt every now and then told her a boy. She couldn't help the smile that spread contagiously onto her lips.

"What is it?" Mycroft asked, confused at her change of state.

"I think it's a boy," she whispered, "I think I'm having a son."

"How can you tell?"

"I guess I just know? Intuition maybe? I'm not sure but I think it's a boy."

Mycroft stayed another hour the left back for his office. While in the back of his car he dialed Anthea's mobile instead of sending a text or email, something he rarely did and gave her her newest assignment.

Later that night when Molly was just about to go to bed she heard a knock on the door. Opening the door she was greeted to a wooden wicker pram, the same one she was looking at the other day. Running to the window she got there just in time to see a black sedan speed away into the night. Returning to the pram she noticed a note on ivory cardstock with a simple line.

For my nephew.

-M.

Hey guys sorry for the long delay! Exams were brutal but I'm back!

Also Montrose is a store I made up because I'm not very familiar with baby stores!

Enjoy and review and hopefully I'll have something up next week!

-Lemon