This story was originally called 'Mycroft's Ill?' but was changed at the last minute because capital i and small l look the same. You could say that this is sort of hinted at in Late Nights but whatever.


I remember waking up one morning to hear my boyfriend being violently sick and I wondered what was wrong. When he came back through to the bedroom I pretended to be asleep but I knew I would see right through it.

"Greg, I know you're awake." Mycroft said with a sigh. I knew better than to deny it, so yeah. I am really worried because it's so obvious how ill he is.

Unfortunately, the world can't stop for one day and Mycroft still had to go to work to fix all of Britain's affairs. He probably tells me way more about his days at work than is allowed but whatcha gonna do?

"So, I went to the doctor's today. During my lunch break." Mycroft started as soon as he got home. "And?" I questioned.

"Well, they know why I'm unwell, Do you remember that conversation we had before we started dating?" He trailed off to make sure that we were on the same page.

I do remember, very well. On our first date, Mycroft told me about his life before he became The British Government. When Mycroft turned 11 he received a letter telling him that he had been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, obviously meaning that he is a wizard. (So are Sherlock and Quentin, mind you.) If this means what I think it does I will be ecstatic.

"Yes, love. I remember the conversation. Is it to do with magic?" I whispered the last part.

"Yes, Gregory. I'm pregnant." Mycroft confirmed my suspicions and I leant forwards to envelope him in a big hug. "Proof of our love." I said "You can't deny it now." I received a genuine smile in return.