(A/N: I'd just like to warn you of two things. This chapter is a quite OOC chapter (I think). Also, in the last paragraph, there's a non-explicit miscarriage.)

I stood in the bathroom, staring at the pregnancy test I was holding.

"So?" Mary asked.

I turned the test so she could see it.

"Positive," I whispered. "I'm two weeks pregnant."

"Celebrate New Year, did we?" Mary teased.

"Oh shut up!" I said. "I'm pregnant!"

Mary squealed, and hugged me.

"I know!" she quietly exclaimed.

I pulled away from her.

"Thank you for doing this with me." I thanked.

"No problem." Mary assured me, smiling.

I walked to the door with her.

"Go tell him, girl!" she joked, before leaving.

"You were right." I told Mycroft, walking into the living room.

Mycroft looked up from his newspaper, and I gave the pregnancy test to him.

"I'm pregnant." I told him.

Mycroft stared at me, his eyes round. I started to panic.

"Say something," I begged. "Please."

Mycroft hesitated, before standing up and hugging me.

"I love you." he told me.

I relaxed into his chest, glad that he didn't object, at least, not entirely.

"I'm not entirely sure about the idea of having a child," Mycroft admitted. "But know that I would never abandon you or our baby."

"Thank you so much," I breathed. "I love you."

We pulled away from each other. Tentatively, Mycroft placed a hand on my stomach. Placing my hands over his, I smiled up at him. He smiled back.

"How are you?" Mycroft asked, wrapping his arms around me from behind, gently placing his hands on my slightly rounded belly.

"I'm fine," I assured him. "We're fine."

It was two months into the pregnancy. We'd found out that we were having a daughter. Mycroft stepped in front of me and softly but quickly kissed me. I smiled.

"And how's my wonderful father-to-be?" I asked, a light teasing look on my face.

Quietly, Mycroft chuckled.

"Wonderful!" he replied in a somewhat sarcastic tone.

I stood on my toes to rest my forehead against his.

"We'll be fine," I told him. "You'll be a brilliant dad."

Smiling, Mycroft pressed me back to the floor, but kept his forehead against mine.

"And you will be an amazing mum." he told me.

3rd Person

It had been four months since the announcement of Jennifer's pregnancy. One night had been particularly uncomfortable for Jennifer. As she stirred and started to get out of bed, she woke Mycroft up.

"Are you okay?" Mycroft asked, sitting up slightly, his eyes only half open.

"I'm fine," Jennifer assured him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Go back to sleep."

She left the bedroom. A terrifying thought entered Mycroft's mind, and, now fully awake, pulled back Jennifer's side of the cover. Blood. Practically leaping out of bed, Mycroft followed Jennifer, knowing where she'd be. Cautiously, he pushed the bathroom door open a little. Jennifer was sitting on the closed lid of the toilet, sobbing. Rushing over, Mycroft crouched next to her and pulled her close to him.

"It's alright," he said, trying his best to comfort Jennifer. "Will you be okay here for a couple of minutes?"

Jennifer nodded, wiping her eyes with a piece of toilet roll, and Mycroft ran back to the bedroom they shared and picked up his phone. He dialed the emergency services.

"Hello, this is 999, emergency services. Which service do you require?" a woman asked.

"I need an ambulance," Mycroft replied, trying to keep his calm demeanor, but failing to stop his voice shaking. "I believe my fiancee is miscarrying."

A/N:

I've been putting this chapter off for days. I don't really know why. It's not really one of my best chapters. I did the last paragraph in third person because I haven't been through a miscarriage (I'm too young to even... yeah) and I don't know anyone who's been through one, so...

Also, reviews. I know and respect that you're all busy, but I really do appreciate reviews (who doesn't!?), and I've not had any since chapter 18. Even if they are just saying that you enjoyed the chapter, just drop a review by.

~Ellis~