#expectant parentlock

Molly, jostled awake by Sherlock joining her, rolled over and grinned sleepily up at him.  “Hello,” she murmured, curling close to him and bringing her hands up to rest of his chest.  

 “Jesus, Molly,” he hissed, as her icy palms slid across his skin.  “Your hands are like ice.”

 “Can’t help it. Baby’s taking everything,” she muttered, pressing her equally cold feet against his legs.  

 Sherlock chuckled and grabbed her both her hands, bringing them up to his mouth and kissing both of them gently before rubbing his hands against hers, trying to warm them up. “How is our little one doing?”

 “Good.  She’s grown a lot since you left,” she whispered, her eyes clearing as she started to fully wake up.  She smiled at Sherlock as he continued to rub her hands.  

 “I can feel that,” he said, glancing pointedly down at her protruding belly.  “I’m sorry that I left.  Mycroft insisted-”

 Molly shook her head and tilted her head up, gently kissing him quiet.  “It’s fine, Sherlock.  I really didn’t mind.  We skyped every night and John, Mary, Meena, and Greg kept me company…I was fine.  We were fine.”

 He sighed and finally released her hands.  She let them rest on his chest again, as his hands went immediately to her belly.  “I know you were fine.  I was the one who was a nervous wreck.”  Molly chuckled and he smiled down at her.  He bent his head to kiss her again.  “I’m glad I’m home now.”

 Molly smiled sweetly and sighed as she let her eyes close again.  “Welcome to parenthood.  I don’t think you’ll stop being a nervous wreck for at least 18 years now.”  He chuckled and pulled her close.  “I’m glad you’re home too.  Both of us are.  Love you, Sherlock,” she murmured, her words slurred as she was already half asleep again.