Affair
By Misaki Sakura
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters.
A/N: This a fill for a prompt in sherlockbbc kinkmeme: The secret affair between Mycroft and girl!Lestrade is going great and is very satisfying for both of them. But all that falls into chaos when girl!Lestrade finds out she's pregnant.
Prologue
Lestrade stared at the stick in her hand. Positive. She shook her head, took another stick from the box and started the whole process again. Not 10 minutes later, she found herself staring at two sticks that seemed to scream at her. Positive. Oh bugger.
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To this day, she would still say that it was all Sherlock's fault. After all, since she knew him, all of the headache-inducing problems that Lestrade experienced were at least 80% his fault. She had said to John Watson that night that she was desperate. She was. And as if dealing with one Holmes was not enough, she had to get herself involved with another one. What was she thinking?
It all started about a week ago give or take when she first started getting headaches and nausea. These she attributed to the consulting detective and the remarkably creative and twisted mind of the London criminals which she would not think further. The problem persisted and even she had to admit that it was more than annoyance and the murders and considering she should have gotten used to them after all these years, she started looking for alternative explanation. She was not coming down with fever, and despite the regular vomiting in the morning accompanied by slight dizziness, she felt fine. It was not until Dr Watson noticed her slightly paler complexion that he pulled her aside. His comment prompted a sudden dread in her mind. She shook her head and forced herself to concentrate on the case. Sherlock had shot them annoyed looks several times far too much anyway. It didn't stop the nagging in her head when during her walk home after clearing up the mess Sherlock made yet again, she passed a pharmacy. Surely if she could eliminate that possibility ... She was out of there in record speed, hoping that nobody she knew saw her.
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Fast forward half an hour. Right, two sticks, positive, pregnant. With shaking hand, she called to make an appointment with her doctor, lab test, everything, to make sure. Denial. No, just making sure. She did not plan this. They did not plan this. Bloody hell. How am I supposed to tell Mycroft?