Hello everyone it's me, the writer, and I'm back with another action packed Mycroft story. Well the words action packed and Mycroft really don't go together, but you get the gist. ENJOY
"I can't believe it's only been 5 years since I last gave birth" Adelaide said like it was nothing. She held another blue blankets in her arms like she had done with Benedict years ago.
"Time has passed rather quickly my dear" Mycroft replied. Adelaide looked down at her son again and frowned slightly.
"Poor child, it looks like his father" she said.
"If the was your attempt at a joke it was indeed a poor one" Mycroft retorted. Adelaide just went with it, sure it's a joke that's what we'll call it. Mycroft felt his trousers being tugged at and he looked down. The little boy with dark brown hair and caramel eyes looked up at him softly.
"Pick me up Father" he asked.
"Your to old for me to pick you up anymore Benedict" Mycroft told his son. Benedict folded his arms and pouted.
"But Uncle Sherlock picks up Wellington all the time father" Benedict retorted.
"Wellington is only a year old" Mycroft reminded him. Benedict huffed and ran over to a nearby chair. He pulled the chair up next to his mother's bed and climbed up to see his little brother. This baby had ginger hair with a little swirl in it just like his father and the trademark bright blues that all Holmes men have. This child was defiantly a Holmes, then again he had said before that Benedict was only a Holmes by name and he was certainly wrong. Benedict was proper, strong willed, and intelligent like most Holmes men. Plus he could deduce like no ones business. He still had the sense at 5 years of age not to spout off every deduction, unlike his uncle.
"So what's this one's name, am I gonna blush" asked the man Mycroft really wished would stop entering his life at the most inopportune times.
"We didn't name him DI if that's what your asking" replied Adelaide. Greg chuckled a little and bounded over to see the new Holmes.
"Oh lucky kid he looks just like his dad" Lestrade said. Mycroft's stomach flipped and his pulse went up a little bit to much.
"So what's his name" Lestrade asked again. Mycroft was still try to collect himself so Adelaide answered.
"Demetrius Clifford Holmes" she said flatly. Lestrade's face lit up.
"Can I call him Red" he asked Mycroft. Mycroft was yanked out of his freak out and pulled into a realm of confusion.
"Excuse me" he asked simply.
"You know the dog...Clifford the Big Red dog. Your son's ginger and he'll be like 6 foot 15 since you are both tall...so" Lestrade rambled on.
"I've never heard of such an animal" Mycroft said in truth. Lestrade's eyes widened.
"Oh come on My, you've got to of heard of him even if you haven't read the books" Lestrade said.
"There are...books" Mycroft asked.
"My quite foolin around...what did you parents read to you at night" Lestrade asked try to make Mycroft understand.
"The Magna Carta" Mycroft replied.
"Seriously" Lestrade said in disbelief. Mycroft shook his head yes.
"It is important to inspire a proper British attitude in children at the first moments possible" Adelaide told Lestrade.
"So you read Ben the Magna Carta before he goes to bed" Lestrade asked questionably.
"No I'm not as strict as my father was. I prefer to have a variety for my son. One night it will be the Magna Carta, the next it might be a Margret Thatcher speech, and sometimes for fun we might go over the American Constitution" Mycroft calmly recited. Lestrade mumbled something under his breath that sounded like 'crazy ass posh people' and continued shaking his head that they didn't have the faintest idea what Clifford was. That was until...
"DADDY DADDY DADDY DADDY" yelled a little blonde girl who came running into the room. She clung to Lestrade's leg and Mycroft tried to not show disgust.
"Shhhh sweetheart you've got to be quiet. We're in a hospital and people need to sleep so they can feel better" Lestrade said as he tried to wedge the kid off of him.
"But daddy I missed you" she said as he finally chucked her off.
"Why don't you go and play with Ben sweetheart" he said to the girl. She nodded her head and ran over to Benedict and started to bombard him with questions about his little brother.
"So are things between Mariah and you still good" Mycroft asked carefully.
"Uh yeah kinda. I know Sherlock deduced something about her the other dad, but ya know I don't believe it" he said. Mycroft took one look at the man and knew that wasn't true. He could tell also that he had been sleeping by himself and mainly taking care of Joy by himself while his wife was out doing god knows who.
"Sherlock can be quite cruel" Mycroft said. Lestrade rocked on the balls of his feet as slience filled the room.
"So...two kids..." he said after a while.
"Yes, quite implausible " Mycroft replied back as he looked anywhere but at Lestrade.
"What do ya mean by that. I'm sure any man...or woman would jump at the chance to have kids with you" Lestrade asked.
"Men can't have children" Mycoft pointed out rather quickly. Lestrade mentally slapped himself. How could he. Have said that outloud, YOU IDIOT.
"Well there's adoption or if...like...the fathers have kids from a previous marriage...then...um yeah" Lestrade mumbled out before revising what he had said yet again.
"I think visiting hours are over DI" quipped Adelaide who had been forgotten. Her face was very angry and she wanted him him GONE.
"Yeah I suppose so" Lestrade said.
"Come on Joy we're leaving" he said. The little blonde girl turned to walk away, but turned around and gave Benedict a big hug. Benedict certainly didn't enjoy it, but Joy didn't really care. Then she pranced over to her father and the pair left.
Jealous Jealous Adelaide. Whats gonna happen next. Will Mycroft stay will Adelaide. Will Joy stop cock blocking. Will Mycroft go on a late night research binge to find out what Clifford the Big Red Dog is. I hope enjoy it, please leave a nice comment, and as always THANKS FOR READING