Sorry it has taken so long to update, unfortunately real life has taken priority. We are going to do a bit of present life before stepping back and seeing how Hannah and Sherlock got together and eventually how Lestrade got brought in. I ask you to be patient for updates. I do my best but sometimes my Tiny Tot and my Muse don't always get along. XOXO –TGP
Lestrade had been laying on the bed for the past few hours as Hannah had sat on the edge. Neither had felt like switching on a lamp as the dim afternoon had turned to night, her pregnant silhouette was illuminated by the yellow-orange of the streetlight outside.
"Greg, did you…." He sat up to catch her words that seemed to drop from her trembling lips. "Did you have any idea he was alive? I mean I can't imagine that you wouldn't tell me but…." Lestrade sat up and moved to her side, close enough to touch but decided at the last minute to not take her hand in his larger one. At the angle he was at his heart broke at the sight before him, salty tears left tracks down her face, her eyes were red-rimmed and puffy. Gently wiping her tears away he replied, "I had no idea love, I wouldn't… couldn't do that to you. Either of you." As Hannah started to gasp and the tears began to take over her whole body, Gregory Lestrade cursed Sherlock Holmes for doing this to her.
A familiar timid knocking interrupted Mycroft from the piles of reports that were on his desk. Within the time it took the pregnant body to waddle from one side of the door to the other, Mycroft had crossed the room and taken her elbow. "How are you my darling? I am so sorry for my little brother to do this to you, I can not imagine what was going through his mind. Is there anything you need or want? Biscuits or tea or in fact I think I have some of that juice you seem to crave so much around here somewhere or I can…." Mycroft took in the smiling face and tears with a look of terror before Hannah enveloped him in a sniffly hug. "I wanted to see how you were My, I can't imagine this can be easy on you either darling," Hannah said in a muffled voice.
Mycroft stood as tall as he could before pulling back so he could look down at Hannah, "of course I am alright. As it was previously said, I was more concerned about you and the little one." Patting the pregnant belly, Mycroft took her by the elbow and sat her down across from his chair before making himself a cuppa and a bottle of pineapple juice for her. "I thought caring was not an advantage Mycroft Holmes," Hannah said with a small smile before sipping gently. "It is quite the contrary when there is a new generation of Holmes residing in you Miss Hudson," he replied with an arched eyebrow.
"And where is the Detective Inspector? He normally doesn't let you out of his sight and I highly doubt he would now, especially with my brother having just returned," Mycroft said softly. Hannah didn't miss the tone of steel that seemed to come off in his words but as usual ignored it and instead sighed softly. "Back to work, he has to keep himself occupied other than mothering me and I would rather him not to kill the recently resurrected. You should have seen him My, the way he looked at me when Sherlock and I saw each other. You would have thought that I had tore his heart out with my bare hands." Mycroft leaned forward, setting his teacup to the side and taking her hands within his own, "Hannah I understand what a difficult situation we are all in here. You never asked for any of this and it is incredible that Sherlock is back. But you know how he is, and you know how Gregory is. What are you going to do? I want to be as involved as any uncle can be but just say the word and…. I will remove myself from the situation."
Hannah gave him a grateful and tearfilled smile, "It has been a long time since I entered the Holmes world Mycroft and I hope it is quite a while since I will have to leave it."
Up next... Where it all began. :) XOXO- TGP