Chapter thirty-five My dramatic husband

Linda's POV,

Your mother is awake; she's talking and wondering where you are. I let out a scream of joy as my tray falls to the ground in the kitchen. I do a dance for joy right there as I shriek. "YES! YES! YES!"

"Linda," Carrie, a fellow server approaches. "what happened? Did you win the lottery?"

I shake my head. "It's my mother. She had twins and her heart stopped and then restarted. All the doctors were so sure she'd never regain consciousness after losing so much blood." Tears pour down my cheeks. "Father just texted and said that she's awake and talking."

Carrie hugged. "Oh, that's wonderful!"

"Linda?" Clark bursts into the room, his glasses askew and looking so adorable. He just swoops me in his arms and spins me around. I laugh as I cling to him. "I just got the news."

"I can't wait to see her."

"Look." He pulls away. "I'll go talk with Steve and see if he'll let us off this once. I'm sure he'll let us off in this case."

"Oh, I love you and your funny face." I proclaim as I kiss him on the mouth.

Clark grins and kisses me back. "I love you too." He smirks as he walks away. "I might just marry you too!"

I flush and I can't respond to his comment. But if he did ask me…I'd definitely say yes to him.

Tammy's POV,

"The damage was quite extensive Tammy. You should be up in a month or so." John exhales. "But you cannot have any more children."

I blink. "Are you positive?"

"Very. In fact," John glances at Sherlock. "you two won't be allowed any form of intimacy for more than two months."

Sherlock and I glance at each other and we nod, taking it in stride. "Ok, what else?"

John frowns. "Is that all I'm going to get out of you two? No complaints or anything?"

I smile as Sherlock rubs my shoulder. "Frankly, it's almost a relief."

"Yeah." Sherlock says. "She definitely needs a break. I might extend it to three months."

John shakes his head. "Now I've heard everything. Sherlock…you can never go more than-

"Two years," Sherlock says calmly. "I've gone without her once before and I don't want to do it again. I think once she's released from the hospital I'm taking her and the twins down to Hawaii, for some time at Mycroft's summer house there."

"Yes, that's a good idea." John says dryly. "You both need some rest and relaxation."

"Well, I owe her two honeymoons, might as well make it up to her."

I chuckle. "Indeed. Now, where are my babies?"

On cue, Mary walks in carrying one of them and a nurse comes in carrying the other. I hold my hands out as one is placed in my arms. I look up at Sherlock. "This is Maria," he explains. "she was born first." He takes a hold of Monica. I smile as he carefully rearranges the blanket around her. I can recall him when he first held Scott and Alexander. Oh, we were so young back then. Our life was a rollercoaster of adventures and drama together. But I wouldn't have traded anything for it. Sherlock looks at me. "What?"

I smile. "I'm just remember when Scott and Alexander were born."

He nods. "I was just thinking the same about you."

I laugh. "You were worried."

He frowns at me. "Of course I was worried. It was the first time my wife had gone into labor! And you refused to go to the hospital!"

"I remember the whole ghastly affair so well." I look up to see Mycroft and Irene standing there. Irene and Mycroft are both dressed very neatly. I note that Irene's wearing a deep blue striped dress, which is a perfect match for Mycroft's tie. Planned or not, I don't know. "Sherlock was quite amusing. He choked on his cigarette."

I smile. "I trust you gave Sherlock several cigarettes during this birth."

"I didn't want any." Sherlock says tightly. "I didn't smoke one."

I reach up and grip his hand. "I was just asking dearest, don't be too mad at Mycroft. I wouldn't have minded if you had."

"God, don't pull a stunt like this again." Mycroft says. "For all our sakes Tammy, please wait for Sherlock to die first before dying."

I smile as Sherlock scowls at him. "I'll try. But I don't think I can arrange it as well.

"My brother was in such….inconsolable agony, it was like watching a damn Russian play."

"Oh stop it." Irene spoke up. "Sherlock knocked Mycroft down; his pride's a little damaged at the moment. But in all truth…it was hard to watch."

Sherlock speaks up. "I'm sure Tammy's not interested in knowing-

"I actually am." I looked up at him. " I did hear you calling me."

"God," John shivers slightly. "when he realized that you were gone. He just…cried, it was like something out of Wuthering Heights."

"Exaggerates." Sherlock mutters in embarrassment. "He always does."

I smile. "I'll spare Sherlock and gather further details when he's not in the room." I kiss him gently. "I've sworn never to embarrass my husband, when I can help it." The door opens and Linda and Clark run into the room. I smile. "Hello!"

Linda hugs me, being careful not to crush Maria. "Hello mother." She kisses my cheek. "Oh, I'm so glad you're awake. Father was-

"Inconsolable," I smile. "I know. So tell me…did you open Clark's present?"

Linda frowns. "Mother, why do you want to know that?"

"Because I'm a mother and I'm tired of people asking about my health. Clark's was the last present and I wanted to know what it was."

Sherlock speaks up. "There's no rush."

Clark shifts uncomfortably. "I-I was just wondering if she had any plans for Christmas."

Sherlock frowns. "Why would you ask that? Christmas is three months away!"

I turn to him. "I don't have any plans. But I am curious….why would you wonder if I had any plans for Christmas?"

Clark bites his lip for a moment before shoving his hands in his pockets. "Well…I really don't want to do this here. I'll do it later."

I smile. "I hope so. Now…where are my sons?" On cue, Sherlock walks in the room, looking a little uncomfortable. "Hello! What have you been up to?"

"Nothing." He turns to John. "Uncle John, I think Mary needs you. She's in the lab with….Miss Walker."

John frowns. "What's wrong?"

I watch as Sherlock throws his emotional blinder's up. "She's upset about something."

John nods and moves towards the door. "Thanks for letting me know."

I frown as Sherlock walks over to me and hugs me. "Hello mother." He exhales. "You look much better now."

"Yes. What happened with Mary? Is she ok?"

He nods and clears his throat. "Yes."

I frown. "Have a talk with your father as soon as possible." He groans. "I'm your mother. Don't try hiding things from me, it won't work." Scott and Alexander come in and I smile. "Hello boys! Come here!"

"For God's sake," Sherlock complains as I hug them both. "it's like a circus in here."

"And whose fault is it that we have so big a circus?" I ask as I straighten Alexander's tie. "And don't say try using the excuse that twins run in my side of the family."

Sherlock rolls his eyes. "Tammy, dearest, you clearly know that is not our fault, but your boyfriend's fault."

I frown. "This is Robert's fault?'

"Yes. If he'd been honorable and married you, you wouldn't have come over here to London and it's extremely probably that you and I would never have met. We wouldn't have been married for twenty-two years, not would we have eight children! It's clearly all his fault!" I laugh and shake my head as he leans forward and kisses me. "But frankly…I'm too much in love with you to care."

I moan slightly. "Same here."

He kisses me once on my lips before standing up. "Right, now she needs to sleep. So, everyone say your goodbyes and clear the room. Linda, Sherlock, you two are in charge. I'm not coming home for a few days."

I roll my eyes as Linda takes Maria from me. "Drama king."

"Husband. And I'm not going too far from you for a while, so, just put up with it."

"I put up with it for twenty-two years, I can handle it for a few days."