I plan on making this about 80 to 100 chapters long of a bunch of random one shots of Mycroft's family. If you have any suggestions for some prompts just drop them by in a review or message. Anyways, enjoy and don't forget to review^-^
Not Sherlock nor John, nor anybody in London for that matter, could have ever guessed the marriage of Mycroft Holmes and Gregory Lestrade. It was just a thought that had never crossed their minds because of the vast difference between the two. Mycroft's idea of a nice night was drinking champagne and reading a novel; Greg on the other hand, loved to lounge around with a beer while indulging in crap TV. Though, somehow, even through their many differences, both always found time to make their relationship work; and it was that very love that got them thinking about adopting a child.
The two men were curled up by a large bedroom window, their arms wrapped around each other as they drank from a bottle of champagne. Greg sat nuzzled in Mycroft's neck, eyelids half closed with sleep as Mycroft stroked his silver hair.
"Gregory," Mycroft said quietly.
"Hmm," the older man grumbled.
Mycroft didn't say anything for a moment as he stared ahead. "I was wondering…" he began slowly.
Greg lifted his head up off of Mycroft's shoulder, staring up at the man in disbelief. "What is it, love?"
The government official closed his eyes for a moment. "What if we adopted?"
That had got Greg's attention. With a look that contorted the DI'S lovely features, the older man sputtered. "As in…adopt a kid? Permanently," he asked in a high voice.
Mycroft felt like hiding in a hole for the rest of his life for the stupid idea. "I just thought-"He swallowed hard. "It seemed like a good idea yesterday."
The silence in the room afterwards felt like a lead weight on Mycroft's shoulder, threatening to knock the man over if he so much as breathed. Neither of them, however, said anything in it because both were wrapped up in their own thoughts of children and a new life.
"Are you sure," Greg whispered, breaking it after a long while of thinking. "It's going to be bloody hard for you at work, not seeing the kid."
"I've never been more sure about anything in my entire life, Gregory. At first, I told myself it wasn't going to work out and it'd just make us more stressed. But then I began to be honest with myself and what I wanted all along, and it wasn't just you. I love you and it made me realize that we need a child, someone to carry on our memories when we die. Someone that we can both love with all of our hearts and watch grow up under our care." He shrugged. "I know, idiotic."
"You realize, Mycroft, that ever since we got married a year ago, I've wanted to ask the same thing of you? I tried to summon the courage but chickened out whenever you looked at me." Greg buried his face in Mycroft's neck again. "I was afraid you'd dismiss the idea without a thought, like you always do."
"I don't…I can't imagine that I'd ever do that, Gregory…" Mycroft eased Greg's head up, staring him in the eye. "Is that a 'yes we'll adopt'?"
Another round of silence ensued, but this time, there wasn't anything to think about. It was already decided, had always been for the two.
"Of course, I'd love to have a kid with you, Mycroft Holmes," Greg whispered as his head fell, once again, onto Mycroft's shoulder, settling into one of their last moments alone. "I would be honored, in fact." Smiling sleepily, he murmured, "I love you."
"I love you too, Gregory Lestrade," Mycroft whispered, wondering if life could get any better.
