*221B*
Sherlock: *lying on the sofa, wrapped in a sheet; groaning*
Molly: *feeling his forehead* Mmm. You don't feel warm.
Sherlock: *coughing* Oh, I am. Practically dying. I can't possibly leave the flat *coughing violently*
Molly: *raises an eyebrow* And this won't have anything to do with the fact I'm telling my mother I'm pregnant?
Sherlock: *sniffs* N-no. That's today? Hmm...I'd forgotten.
Molly: Mhmm *sighs* well, if you're that sick, I should stay and take care of you. We can always visit my mum when you're feeling better.
Sherlock: *shakes his head* No, I'd hate for you to cancel the visit because of me. You should go without me...
Molly: *frowns* Cut the crap, Sherlock. Why don't you want to come to my Mum's?
Sherlock: *pouts* She hates me as it is.
Molly: *rolls her eyes* Rubbish.
Sherlock: *stares at her* She nearly died when you told her we were dating.
Molly: *scoffs* She was just being dramatic.
Sherlock: *leans against the cushions; groans* Oh, couldn't you just tell her that the father is a random one night stand you had?
Molly: *folds her arms; scowls* That can be arranged.
Sherlock: *sighs* Alright, fine. I suppose she'll find out sooner or later.
Molly: *kisses him* Thank you. I love you.
Sherlock: *holds her stomach; smiling* I love you, too.