From a fic that I haven’t even yet started to publish. WTF. Sherlolly, post-TFP, very AU although you won’t be able to tell from this segment. Some discussion of abortion, probably a “T” rating.
Molly tossed the stick into the bin, washed her hands with soap and cold water… the hot water heater hadn’t been replaced yet, wouldn’t be until the gas lines could be certified safe. She sprinkled a few drops on her face, finger-combed through her hair, took a deep breath.
Sherlock was slumped in his chair, staring into the fireplace, but he craned his head to watch her as she came out of the loo.
“You are,” she said, “Actually… right.”
“Of course.”
“…” she inhaled, “How?”
“Puffiness of the face, some mild swelling of the breasts. It’s not diagnostic or anything, but it’s been indicative at least twice now.”
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