7 for a secret that must be told
"John I dont think-"
"Shhh!Your going to have to tell your Mum were married at some point it mine as well be now." John whispered back at Sherlock who was figdeting with his fingers. "Still cant believe you used to live here.." John mumbled staring at the huge oak door in front of them. "A bloody mansion." John said a little bit louder. "Mycroft always loved living here. He said it was because the open field but me and him both knew it was the male help." Sherlock smiled to himself. "Dont tell Greg that." John chuckled. After a moment Sherlock knock on the door. As soon as Sherlock placed his hand at his side the door opened to reveal a young woman,who was maybe in her 30's,wearing a black and pink shirt,blue jeans and long brown hair. "Ah! Master Sherlock!Nice to see you. And must be Doctor Watson." The woman greeted and opened the door wider so John and Sherlock could step through. "Nice to see you too Ginger." Sherlock gave a small nodded his hello. "Your mother is in the music study upstairs as always." The woman said as she closed the door. "Thank you and tell Ruth I said hi." Sherlock winked and walked up the marble stairs. John smiled when Ginger blushed and ran into what John thought to be the kitchen. John followed Sherlock but lost sight of him. But John figured the peaceful piano playing would guide him. He followed the sound to a room with the door sightly cracked open. John peaked in to see Sherlock pick up a voilon and join in with the woman playing the piano. The beutiful melody consumed John and he slipped in unoticed...By the woman of coruse. Sherlock smiled at John and unlike when John would come home and Sherlock would be playing his voilon beautafully then screech out an unreganizeable melody,he continued playing the smooth music. When they were finished John simpy sat still,his jaw on the floor. "That was amazing." John stated in awe. "Why thank you Doctor Watson." the woman spoke and turn torwards him. She didnt look a day over 28. No gray hairs,no wrinkles, and healthy bright glowing skin. "John please. You must be Ms. Holmes." John got up and shook her hand. "Margrate." She smiled and motaion for him and Sherlock to sit. "So what's important that my dear boy and his flatmate has to come and see me?" she asked looking between John and Sherlock. "Umm...Well Mum me and John...*Gulp* Me and John.." John had never seen Sherlock this nerveous. John inched closer as a small 'I'm here for you'. Sherlock seemed to sense this and smiled. He took a deep breath. "Mum me and John are have a son named Samual and a daughter named Sheryl." Sherlock said in an understandable rush. "I know." she smiply said and smiled.
"It was Mycroft wasnt it? I told him-"
"No! Not the son and daughter part but that you and John are way John looks at you and the way you at him." She cut him off laughing. "Your eyes are full of love. Welcome to the family John." She stood up and pulled John to a hug. "Thank you Margrate." John smiled from ear to let John go and they both sat back intwined his fingers through Sherlock's. "And no more secrets ok?" Margrate smirked. "Yes ma'am." John saluted,they laughed and Sherlock just smiled. Glad to see his mother and husband get along.
A/N-Tell me whatcha think or Sherlock will place a head in your freezer! R&R&A!
