"Come on Eddie, you've got to calm down, Daddy is on the phone." Greg cooed, attempting to soothe his screeching son.
Mycroft was pacing around his home office, trying to focus on the Prime Minister's words instead of his son's cries from down the hall.
"Shall I try for a bit?" Anthea suggested, holding her arms out to take Edward.
"Go ahead." Greg sighed, gently handing the little boy over, "He just wants Mycroft."
"Where does Mycroft keep his shirts?" Anthea asked, moving towards the staircase.
"In the walk-in wardrobe. Why?" Greg asked, automatically following her upstairs.
"If you wrap him in one of Mycroft's shirts, it might calm him down." Anthea said, pushing her way into the main bedroom. She'd known both Mycroft and Greg for years but it was the first time that she'd set foot in their shared bedroom.
Greg nodded at her suggestion and went into the walk-in wardrobe. He returned with one of his husband's more casual shirts.
Anthea and Greg carefully passed Edward between them as they wrapped Mycroft's shirt around him.
"There you go. Now you can smell Daddy. Calm down, baby." Greg soothed, smiling a little to Anthea as Edward's cries lowered in volume.
"Dada!" Edward cried, tears running down his small face.
"I know you want your Daddy, little man, but Daddy is working." Anthea murmured.
"Come on, let's take him back downstairs." Greg said, "Myc will have a fit if he finds out you've been in here."
Anthea chuckled, "Why? Doesn't the Iceman like people to see his bedroom?"
Greg rolled his eyes, "You know what he's like." he said, "Privacy and secrecy mean everything to him."
"I know, I get it." Anthea assured with a smile, making her way out of the bedroom with Edward in her arms.
"I know you're Edward's godmother but I hope you don't mind that Myc still prefers to keep some distance." Greg said gently, "I've told him to include you and to update John and Sherlock regularly but I'm fairly convinced that he doesn't pay any attention to me."
"I don't mind." Anthea assured as they made their way downstairs, "Mycroft has always had funny ways. I'm amazed that I was allowed to see him while he was in labor."
"You needed him for work and the distraction helped with the pain." Greg shrugged, "If you hadn't have been there to distract him, I dread to think what would have happened."
"Anthea, deal with the Prime Minister." Mycroft declared, striding out of his home office and holding his phone out expectantly for Anthea to take, "He is being insufferable."
With a raised eyebrow, Anthea accepted the phone and handed Edward to Mycroft. She quickly walked away, taking over the call.
"Dada!" Edward giggled, finally calming down in Mycroft's arms.
"I've missed you too." Mycroft said with a smile, holding his son close, "Gregory, why is Edward wearing my shirt?"
"Don't do that telling off tone, you know I hate it." Greg pouted, "It was the only way to make him stop screaming."
"I'll forgive you this time." Mycroft teased, "But I don't want to have to iron my shirts again."
Greg chuckled and rolled his eyes, "You've never ironed a shirt in your life, Myc."
"I am perfectly able to iron clothing, I just choose not to." Mycroft replied as he rocked Edward gently.
Greg laughed softly, "I love you, Myc." he murmured, gazing at his husband and son.
"I love you too." Mycroft replied with a smile, meeting his husband's eyes before he looked down at their son, "Now Edward, what are we going to do with you?"
"Do you enjoy having Edward around?" Greg murmured one evening as he lay in bed with Mycroft.
Mycroft rolled onto his side to look at his husband, "Yes." he replied, "I can't imagine life without him now."
Greg nodded a little, "Good, that's nice to hear."
"Why? Does it look like I don't enjoy having him around?" Mycroft asked.
"Of course not, you're brilliant with him." Greg assured, "I just never imagined I'd see you holding our child in your arms. It's rather surreal."
"It can hardly be a shock that we now have a child, I was pregnant for 9 very long months." Mycroft replied with a chuckle.
Greg rolled his eyes, "You know what I mean." he murmured, "If I'd known that we would have ended up like this, I would have married you sooner."
"You might have proposed sooner but I'm not sure I would have married you any sooner." Mycroft teased.
"Would you have made me wait? You already made me wait years to date you." Greg said, reaching out and taking Mycroft's hand.
"I wouldn't have waited years to accept your proposal. You are quite the catch, Gregory Holmes." Mycroft replied, squeezing his hand.
"There's something I need to ask you." Greg admitted softly, "It's important but I'll understand if you don't feel the same way."
"Okay. Ask away." Mycroft murmured, shuffling about on his side so he was closer to his husband.
"Would you be interested in having a second child?" Greg asked, his words escaping in a sudden rush, "I mean, I would understand if you didn't want to. It's a lot of time and work and I know you're busy with Edward. I just think that another child would complete our family unit."
"Yes." Mycroft replied with a nod and a slight smile.
"What?" Greg asked, "Yes, you're busy or yes, you'd want another child?"
"Both." Mycroft admitted quietly, "I'm rushed off my feet with Edward and work but I would be willing to have another."
"Okay. Fantastic." Greg chuckled, "Just let me know when you're ready and we'll try for Baby Number Two."
"Power dressing, are we?" Anthea asked with a raised eyebrow, looking over her boss' finest suit as he arrived at their offices.
"The Prime Minister is clearly incapable of making decisions alone, I am merely showing the power that I wield with my fashion choices." Mycroft replied with a wink. He'd been in much higher spirits since they'd moved the majority of their operations to his home office. It was a lot easier for him to juggle Edward and work.
"I doubt the PM needs a reminder of your power, Mr Holmes." Anthea teased.
"Then perhaps I am looking to get more use out of my best suits before I can no longer fit into them again?" Mycroft suggested as he hung up his coat and umbrella on the coat-stand, "Send in the PM when they arrive."
"Yes, Mr Holmes." Anthea replied, continuing to type on her computer for a couple of minutes before she realized what he'd said. She got up and hurried to his office door, knocking gently.
"Enter." he called, his mind already absorbed by the puzzle in the paperwork on his desk.
Anthea quietly entered the office, closing the door behind her as she approached the desk.
"Yes, my dear?" Mycroft murmured without looking up, his eyes flicking over the text on the document as he made notes on a pad of paper.
"Mycroft, are you pregnant?" Anthea asked gently.
"Not yet, but hopefully soon." Mycroft replied as he worked.
"Congratulations!" Anthea exclaimed excitedly.
Mycroft rolled his eyes and looked up at her, "It hasn't happened yet, don't get too excited." he replied, a hint of a smile on his lips.