Ok so I never did get any feedback about whether you wanted to see more of Lyssa but at nearly a thousand views I'm going to assume you do so here I go with the next installment. We're going to backtrack just a little this first chapter. For anyone reading this one who hasn't read Nanny for Rosie you should go read that one first. I own nothing. Reviewers get good Karma and Kitten Kisses!
Lyssa walked over to them and took one of their hands in each of hers. She stood between them holding their hands. "I have spent three years living with you both, raising your amazing daughter, I have had the incredible privilege of being welcomed into your home and the life you've built here." She took a deep breath and knew the next words would define every single moment that followed. "I cannot imagine loving just one of you. I can't just love only one of you. You've always been a unit to me. John and Sherlock, Sherlock and John, you're not whole without each other and I wouldn't be whole without the both of you… And I don't know how to do this. Any of it. I just know I love you both with all my heart."
She closed her eyes her breath shaking as she held their hands. She felt them both stand up and her eyes flew open when they each wrapped an arm around her. She looked up at them both, the wild, exaltant grins on their faces matched and she felt her heart skip a beat. Sherlock cupped her cheek and pressed a kiss to her stunned lips then John turned her face and did the same. "Everything else is details love. We're good at details." Sherlock murmured in her ear.
She gasped and laughed hugging them both tightly to her. She staggered when Rosie flew into her legs squeezing tightly and she looked down at the girl. "Does this mean you get to be my mommy?"
John scooped up his daughter and she wrapped her arms around Lyssa's neck as Lyssa kissed her cheek. "I think it does Rosie."
She stood surrounded by her strange little family, the two men who loved her that she loved in return holding the child she loved like her own and couldn't give a damn about what anyone else would think. After all, everything else was just details and they were good at details.
Two years Later:
The Devil, as the saying went, was in the details and there were a lot of details that had to get sorted out. They kept cropping up at odd little moments over the last two years, privacy details, sleeping details, insurance details, custody details, and on and on and on. But the hardest detail to sort had been the School Detail. Rosie had been right when she'd told her fathers two years ago that people at her school thought her home life was weird and when the news came out that Lyssa was no longer just the nanny weird was apparently not a strong enough word to cover it.
Words like perverted, sinful and inappropriate replaced it and those were the kindest ones. The bullying that had begun when Rosie was in kindergarten but had tapered off by first grade began again in earnest and not just by the other children. A handful of times in the last two years Lyssa had come dangerously close to calling it all off just to spare Rosie the trauma. She vividly remembered the first big fight they'd had, not over who would sleep in her bed, not who had what date night with her, nothing as intrinsic to a romantic relationship even in such odd circumstances. She had gotten Rosie off the bus and the girl had been in tears over receiving an unfair bad mark on her test even though the questions had been answered correctly, bullying by adults was new to the girl and it cut deeply. Lyssa had been shaken by the unfair behavior and had raised her concerns after Rosie was in bed suggesting that maybe for the good of Rosie they should go back to their previous arrangement.
Mrs. Hudson had had to come referee the fight and had taken Rosie, who had been woken by the shouting, down to her flat. Lyssa had stood in the shambles of the sitting room her heart hammering and her heart stinging while Sherlock retreated to his room. John had slowly sat in his chair his face pale but when he spoke he was calm. "I understand it." He finally said and she looked at him trying not to cry. "You love her, like your own and it hurts you to see her being bullied for something her parents are doing. It cuts you to the quick and you want so badly to make her stop hurting because it's so damned unfair." His voice cracked a little and she walked over hesitantly reaching her hand out to him. "And maybe it would stop if we went back, maybe they would stop being such capricious pricks but they'd never let her forget it and she would never forget either, it's already happened you see, the cup has fallen and a little chip has come out of the rim and even if you glue it back the mark will still be there." His voice was rough and he looked down at his hands, not so long or graceful as Sherlock's, maybe a little less clever but they were strong and gentle and he had both killed and healed with them.
He looked at Lyssa who was crying openly now, he hated to see her cry, she didn't cry often and it always made him feel like hed failed somehow, he knew Sherlock was listening from behind his door and he kept going. "And in the end Lyssa, it would break her more if we tried to go back, we can't just go back to how it was, not knowing how we all feel. She wouldn't understand because to her you're her mother now, and she's already lost one mother, I don't think she could handle losing another. I don't think Sherlock and I could either."
She sank to her knees by his chair and leaned her head on his knee and he saw Sherlock's door open, he gave the detective a sharp looking telling him with a glance to get himself over here and help him. Sherlock hurried over tears in his own eyes, he hadn't understood what Lyssa was trying to say, hadn't realized how she worried for their little girl and how much it hurt her to see Rosie being hurt by people who were supposed to nurture and protect her. All he'd heard was. "I think we should go back to how it was before." All he'd felt was rejection and the pain that came with it.
There had been apologies and tears and finally as the night waned smiles, kisses and reaffirmations.
Now two years later Lyssa and the boys had developed methods for coping with the bigotry, they stood as a united front against the bullying and the negativity and even the tabloids who just ate up what sordid little details they could get about the famous consulting detective and his lovers though John was quick to point out to any reporter who would listen at all that it was just he and Lyssa who were lovers, not He Lyssa and Sherlock. Not that it helped much.
Two years had seen them work out who slept with whom, Lyssa kept her room and one of the men joined her every night on a schedule made up completely of whether Sherlock had a case or not. Needless to say John slept curled against her more often than Sherlock but Sherlock got his fair share of time in her bed with her at strange and often random intervals. Date night alternated and they regularly had dates as a threesome. Sex was a little awkward from time to time since both men turned out to be rapacious lovers but they managed and when they didn't they all had a good laugh. Lyssa's routine didn't change in any huge way, she still got Rosie to School, cleaned, cooked, ran errands, made sure the boys were fed and clothed and got Rosie off the bus and helped with homework, only now there were stolen kisses in front of the stove, showers got shared every now and then and nights were full of warmth and passion. And best of all to everyone's mind Rosie got to call her mommy.
However for all good there is equal bad, balance must be maintained and they were all about to find out how bad it cold get and it all started out with an explosion.