Jennalie walked into the Diogenes Club, it was quiet but full of gentlemen. As she walked around she could tell all the men in the room were staring at her but she ignored it. She went up to a man that was reading his morning paper, "Excuse me, do you know where I can find Mycroft Holmes?" she asked politely.

The man looked at her for a moment, and went back to reading his paper. She shook her head with disbelief and saw two men walking into the room.

"Sorry to bother you, but do you know where I can find Mycroft Holmes?"

Both of the men gave her a quick nod and walked out of the room, where she followed them. When they reach at the end of the hall, one of the men knocks on the dark wooden door.

"Come in," said a voice.

When Jennalie touched the doorknob, the two men gave her a quick nod and walked away. She turns the knob slowly and saw Mycroft sitting at his desk, concentrating on some paperwork he was reading.

"Good Morning Mycroft," said Jennalie as she close the door behind her.

Mycroft didn't say anything, so Jennalie seated herself opposite Mycroft at the other side of his desk. The two sat in silence for a few minutes as Mycroft finished reading, "Jennalie, didn't expect you to come here."

Jennalie gave a quick smile, "Sorry, but I really need to talk to you about something."

"Would you like some?" asked Mycroft as he points the decanter on his desk.

Jennalie shook her head, "I'm fine, thank you."

Mycroft gave her a quick nod and placed the glass on the table and he took his seat, "So Jennalie, what brings you here? I hope it's important"

Jennalie sigh as she clutches her hands not knowing what to say, "Umm… I don't know how to say this."

"How far along are you?" Mycroft asked as he took a sip of the red wine.

Jennalie's eyes widen, "I'm sorry?"

"How far along are you? Four months perhaps?" said Mycroft as he glances at her abdomen.

Jennalie shook her head with disbelief, "How do you know about this?"

"Sherlock may be observant, but not as observant as I am," he gave her a mysterious smile.

"Wait, you knew I was pregnant this whole time?" Jennalie raised a brow.

"Of course, I was waiting for you to announce it to the family."

"Does Sherlock know?" Jennalie asked looking at him with concern.

"He doesn't know?" Mycroft raised a brow.

"Mycroft, you know him… he's not a father figure type," said Jennalie as she covers her face with her hands.

"How do you know?"

Jennalie drop her hands on her knee and took a deep breathe, "Because he told me."

"Well, that's a problem. He might change his mind if you tell him."

Jennalie shook her head, "How could I tell him when he just told me he doesn't want a child."

Mycroft sigh, "You never know if you don' try."

Jennalie gave him a weak smile, "And how would you know?"

Mycroft sighed heavily, he knew his sister-in-law was stubborn, but not like this. He put down his glass and stared at her, "Is that why you're here? To tell me you're carrying my brother's child?"

Jennalie shook her head, "No, I just want to ask what you think I should do."

"Well you do have a couple of option."

"And that is?"

Mycroft leant back in his chair and placed his hands under his chin, "You could go tell my brother that you are pregnant and could raise the child together."

"The other option?"

"You could carry the child full term and put the child up for adoption," Mycroft suggested.

"Is that all?"

Mycroft paused, he frowned slightly.

"No."

Jennalie lean close to him, "Then what is the other option?"

"Abortion."

Jennalie frown and lean back on her chair, "I can't do that."

Mycroft nods his head, "Well that means you only have one choice, being that you have to tell him."

"And what if he doesn't want the child?" Jennalie asked as she looks down at her hands.

Mycroft gave her a weak smile, "It's a bit obvious isn't?"

Jennalie scoff, "Obviously."

Mycroft lean back at his chair and gazed up at the ceiling, "I'm afraid I wasn't a big help."

Jennalie shook her head, "No, you've been great."

"If there's anything I could do for you I could, but I can't change my brother's mind about this."

Jennalie nods her head with agreement, "I know."

"Well… you do have another option."

Jennalie looks at him with anxiety, "Which is…."

Mycroft looks at her with a stern face, "You could go in hiding until the baby is born and see if he is willing to keep the baby."'

"That's your option?" said Jennalie with disbelief.

Mycroft shrugs, "I'm afraid so."

Jennalie looks down to think. She didn't want leave Sherlock but at the same time she didn't want him to leave her either. She wanted this baby and if she told Sherlock she was having the baby he might ask her to abort it or make her give up the baby, she couldn't have that happen, but she knew this would be something she will regret.

She looks up, "Where could I go into hiding?"

"Well, our family does own a summer house in south Sussex," said Mycroft .

"Could you give me the address?"

Mycroft raise a brow, "Now?"

Jennalie nods her head, "If you don't mind."

Mycroft grabs a piece of paper and pen and starts to write down the address.

"You know Jennalie, by the time you plan to tell him he will find out," he informs her.

Jennalie glance at him, "I know."

Mycroft hands her the piece of paper, "You know Sherlock may not be good showing emotions, but what you are going to do to him will hurt him."

Jennalie ignores his remark and got up from her seat, "Thank you Mycroft you've been a great help," she smiles.

Mycroft returns with a smile, "If there's anything you would want me to do Jennalie, tell me. We are family, after all."

Jennalie looks at him with concern, "You will take care of him won't you?"

Mycroft nods his head, "Of course."

Jennalie kiss his cheek and left his office leaving Mycroft alone. He rubbed his face with his hands and wondered what he had done.

Jennalie awoke from the sounds of footsteps coming to the room, she knew it was Sherlock so she turned around as the blanket sheets strangled her knees and she looks at him with her tired eyes, "You're home?"

Sherlock nods as he took out the blue scarf from his neck, "Yes, how do you feel?"

Jennalie smirks, "Fine, I suppose."

Sherlock smirk and leans down and kiss his wife's forehead, "See I told you to get a rest from work."

"Shut up," she muttered as she buries her face with the white soft pillow.

"How was the case?" she asked as she lifts her face from the pillow.

Sherlock roll his eyes, "Dull, it was a suicide."

Jennalie narrow her eyes at him, "Sherlock, you can't say that."

Sherlock looks at her with confusion, "Say what?"

"That suicide cases are dull."

"It was a waste of my time really," said Sherlock as he throw his jacket on the chair and lay next to his wife.

"Well, I think it's horrible when people kill themselves," said Jennalie as she plays with his hands.

Sherlock sigh, "Jennalie, you're doing that again."

"Do what?"

"Being touchy about these subjects," he points out.

"Well I'm being serious," she protests.

"So am I,"

Jennalie groans, "Why are you being difficult towards me?"

"You're acting different," Sherlock narrow his eyes at her.

"What?"

"Everything."

Jennalie push his hand away, "You've been worked up."

"Me? Worked up?"

"Come one now you've been helping Scotland Yard almost every day now. I think you need some rest."

Sherlock sigh as he rolls his eyes, "Jennalie, the last thing I need is rest."

"Sometimes I wonder if you're human."

"Jennalie, tell me what's wrong," he demanded.

She scoffs, "Nothing! Everything is fine… just fine."

"Jennalie," he gave her a warning.

"There's something I need to tell you…"

Sherlock nods his head, "I'm listening."

"I'm…" she couldn't bring herself to say it, no matter how many times she has told herself she would tell him, but whenever she did the words never came out.

"I'm planning to go on vacation."

Sherlock eyes widen, "Oh… that's nice. Where do you want to go?"

"Well, I'm planning to stay at your summer house for a couple of weeks."

"Alone?" Sherlock raised a brow.

Jennalie nods her head, "Yeah, I've just been a lot of stress from work and life. I just want to have some rest."

Sherlock grabs her hand gently and looks at her with concern, "You sure you don't want me to come with you?"

Jennalie shook her head, "I'll be fine."

"Is it something I have done?"

"No, it's something that we both have done."

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