I feel different but don't we all?
Chapter two: working out the kinks.
Author's note: Hello so at the end of this month I'll be looking at all my reviews on all story's to take notes on what I can improve on. Honestly I would prefer if you are going to review not to review my grammar but the story. always keep in my mind this is how I wish to portray character's if you don't agree feel free to leave. if you have any idea's for story's feel free to inbox me and I'll try to bring your story to life the best I can. anyway, enjoy the chapter. ~River's Daughter
It had been a week since Mycroft has discovered they were Gender fluid, everything had been fine till one day. Most of the time Mycroft felt more male which was lucky for them with their Job. on day's they felt like both they wore something famine underneath their suit, on days they felt like neither they just wore the suit.
"Greg!" Mycroft shouted from their bedroom. Lestrade came running in "what? what's wrong?"
Mycroft turned to him, they were clearly upset "I have work today and it's a fem day..." Greg sighed.
"and you won't wear fem cloths to work?" he asked, Mycroft shook her head "and you can't work from home today?" she shook her head again "three meetings"
"well I'm sorry to say this baby-" she groaned simply at the word "-but it looks like you have to wear your suit today" Mycroft sighed knowing her husband was right, she turned getting dressed into her suit. It felt suffocating.
Greg kissed her forehead, wrapping his arms around Mycroft's waist "look when you get home from work we'll figure everything out" he kissed her softly "you're still my beautiful wife"
she smiled wrapping her arms around Lestrade's neck "okay...I'm going to go to work now"
"okay" he leaned in and kissed her again "I love you"
"I love you too"
Mycroft returned home at eleven o' clock, she quickly ripped her tie off throwing in on the ground. Greg walked out with a glass of scotch in his hand, handing it to Mycroft, who quickly downed the whole glass.
"woah, calm down. was your day that bad?"
Mycroft nodded, desperately trying to rip the rest of her suit off "look go get changed into some different cloths and we'll talk"
she nodded walking into the bedroom, Greg ordered Mycroft's favorite food -spring rolls, rice, chicken and skinny noodles- Mycroft came back out later wearing something they had bought to other day -she was wearing white jeans, a pinky puffy jumper and socks to match-
she sat next to Greg, he put his arms around her "I love this jumper it's so fuzzy" Greg snuggled his face into it, she chuckled slapping the stop of his head very lightly "stop it"
Greg was just relived she was just smiling "feel better now you changed?"
"yes" she sighed happily.
"so let's talk about stuff; on fem day's what pro-nouns would you like?" Greg asked.
"Ehm...well 'she' obviously, on day's where I feel like neither or both 'they or them' and on male day's 'he' is good" she put her head against Greg's shoulder.
Lestrade nodded "what about work, do you think you'll ever be able to wear famine cloths to work?"
she sighed and fiddled with her wedding ring crossing one leg over he other "I'm not sure, I work for the government, it's hardly the place for...diversity"
Greg kissed the top of her head "So when are you going to tell your parents and Sherlock?" he ran his fingers through his wife's hair.
"oh god...I hadn't even thought about that, my parents still aren't thrilled I'm gay...ugh god" she turned into Greg's chest "can you do it for me?"
Lestrade chuckled "oh yes because your parents just love me"
Mycroft sighed "they'll disown me...Greg I can't...please don't make me"
"hey, hey calm down. I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to" she nodded.
"How about you come out to Sherlock first and see how it goes, then decide if you should come out to your parents"
"yeah that sounds good" Mycroft agreed.
After the food had arrived and they had both finished eating they went to bed. Mycroft had she head on Greg's chest and was half asleep "oh shit yeah" Greg murmured suddenly.
"what?" Mycroft said groggily eye's fluttering closed, she looked up at her husband and yawned.
"I have an office party tomorrow...are you going to come?"
she nodded "now shhhhhhh" she dozed asleep. Greg chuckled softly to himself falling asleep.
