"Sherlock, are you sure that this is a good idea?" John asked, looking over his newly promised mate's shoulder. John and Sherlock had only recently realized that their feelings were reciprocated, and Mrs. Holmes wanted to meet the man that had broken down her youngest son's carefully placed wall. It had taken John only two months to see Sherlock for who he really was, a record broken only by herself and one Mycroft Holmes. She wanted to know what made this young man tick, if he'd make a good match, everything about him. So, when she heard from the eldest Holmes brother that Sherlock had found a potential partner, she didn't hesitate to demand she live with them. Even Sherlock didn't dare refuse her. Mycroft and their father, both alphas, would not challenge the will of Violet Holmes.

The young couple soon found Violet sitting in their living room, ordering two of her finest beta employees to carry her things up the stairs. "Hello, dear." Violet said to Sherlock, but she didn't even glance at him. She walked over to John, pulling his face into her hands. "...and you must be John." She looked him over quickly, one elegant eyebrow arched. She then released him and he rubbed his jaw soothingly. "Nice to meet you, Ms. Holmes." John smiled politely despite the odd circumstances. " Yes, Alright, let's sit down and talk for a spell." She walked over to the couch and John followed suit, both of them sitting down in an angle that allowed them to converse and make eye contact with each other. They talked for over two hours, learning more about one another and the rules they would have to live by. Eventually, the two stood up, John leaving to make dinner and Violet leaving to her bedroom to settle in.

Sherlock, meanwhile, came downstairs and wrapped his arms around John's waist. John leaned back into Sherlock and smiled. "What did you talk about?" Sherlock asked, his voice soothing John's slightly frazzled nerves. "Well, nothing much. We talked about boundaries and chores, that I would do all things in the kitchen and such. Your mother did have one strange boundary though- she said I mustn't do any of the laundry. Any idea what that was about?" John asked, nuzzling into Sherlock's neck. "No" Sherlock replied curtly, though he responded so quickly that John was sure he had been lying. He did, however, decide to drop the subject. "Hmm, well, dinner is almost ready, so I need to move love." Sherlock groaned but withdrew, John turning to face him and steal a kiss. Then, John reached for the silverware and took three sets out. "Why don't you go rest on the couch, dear." John said and Sherlock looked at him strangely. "Is this all because my mother is here? You're not usually the type to let me be lazy." Sherlock was suspicious. "I'll tell you about it later tonight, okay love?" John said quietly. Sherlock just huffed and lay down. "Well, if you're looking for something to do, go and fetch your mother- let her know hat dinner is ready." John said, sighing deeply. Sherlock stood and walked out, heading upstairs to find his mother. John plated the food and set it out.