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"I don't think this is healthy," Greg said once the twins were in bed the next day. "We've been watching TV for two days straight. I think we all need to start keeping some sort of schedule."
John stretched lazily from where he was laying on Sherlock's lap. "I've been meaning to bring that up. Ollie definitely needs to go back to school. I actually got the paperwork-" he grunted, sitting up and grabbing for the case he'd brought with him. "I'm told registration will probably be a pain in the-"
"Mycroft, John," Sherlock mumbled sleepily.
"Right. So I can probably just toss these papers then."
Greg looked at Mycroft, wondering for perhaps the hundredth time what his job was. "Could you get Ollie into school?" He asked.
"Of course. Just give me one moment." Mycroft tapped out a message on his phone. "It will all be taken care of tonight. She could start tomorrow if she wants," he paused and Gregory saw him glance at Ollie, who had just reentered the room. She was in her pajamas, hair dripping and she was scowling. "Or, better yet, she can start on Monday."
"Fine. Well wait till Monday," Greg told Ollie. "We need to get you supplies anyway."
"We could enroll Andy and Sandry in crèche," John said, slowly standing up. "Leaves you with just Charlie during the day." He pulled Sherlock to his feet. "We're gonna head on home before we end up camped out on your floor. Night Greg, Mycroft."
Once they'd gone, Greg tucked Ollie into bed while Mycroft fixed drinks.
"Is crèche like preschool, then?" Greg asked sipping his coffee.
"Yes. I can help you get the girls enrolled whenever you'd like. Which just leaves you."
"Me?"
"Well, I was wondering what you might want to do in London."
"I don't know. I guess I could work in a diner or something?"
"Well, there isn't any rush. You don't need to jump into a job. You can look into your options and make a decision."
Greg frowned. There was something weighing on him and it was time to open up.
"Mycroft," he began hesitantly. "You've been really great to me. I'm really grateful for everything, the apartment, the stuff for the girls, the food. Everything. It's just," he paused. Took a deep breath. "I can't live off your charity. I'll take a job. I won't be able to afford this place, but I can find something cheaper I'm sure. I just really can't live off charity."
"First of all, Gregory, it can hardly be called charity. You are my husband. Unless you decide you dont want it, my money is yours. Secondly, you could afford ten apartments like this one. You have a rather large sum of money in the bank. I apologize that it took me this long to remember it. If you want, we could go to the bank tomorrow and get you access to your account."
"Oh."
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"Don't fall asleep on me, love," John said as he led Sherlock through the streets of London.
"I won't," Sherlock yawned. "I'm not actually tired. Just waking up from a nap."
"Are you going to be up all night working on your worms then?"
"Yes. I told Olivia Maxine she could come see it tomorrow. I want to have it ready."
They walked in silence for a few minutes. Then, as they waited at the light John asked "What do you think of her?"
"Of Olivia Maxine? She's clever. Really clever."
"Do you like her?"
"Yes."
"Good. I'm hungry."