John's POV
It is during week four that Mummy Holmes shows up unannounced. Sweeping into the flat with an expectant look on her face. As soon as she is through the door, Kyle bolts up to his old room to hide.

"Mycroft told me yesterday that you adopted a child three weeks ago, so where is my new grandson?" she demands as she looks around the flat.

He shares a look with his mate before sighing, "You scared him, he is now hiding until I can talk him out of it again," he replies before glancing at his mate, "Offer your mum some tea, we'll be down in a bit."

"I scared him?" he hears her question as he heads up to his old room, "How could I of scared him?"

In his old room, he softly calls out, "Kyle, come here love, it's alright, that's just your new Grandmum Holmes. You're safe with Sherlock right?"

Kyle nods slowly as he comes out from under the bed.

"You're safe with Mycroft right?" he softly asks.

Again the little boy nods as he inches closer.

"Then you will be safe with their mum," he states calmly as the pup climbs on his lap.

"Are you sure? She smelled scary."

Kissing his little boy's forehead, he replies, "I am, if she wasn't she'd never come near you 'cause I'd shred her like an old pair of shoes."

Giggling, Kyle buries his head in his shoulder and wraps his arms around him loosely. "You'll stay with me?"

"Of course love, I'll even carry you downstairs and let you stay on my lap if you want," he offers the little boy.

Smiling into his skin, Kyle nods, mumbling, "Carry and hold."

Once more kissing the top of the little boy's head, he carries him downstairs carefully, heading straight to his chair and settling in it with his pup curled up on his lap.

When Mummy Holmes tries to get close to them, the little boy curls as close to him as he can, small arms wrapped tight about him, head tucked in the hollow between neck and shoulder. Eventually she backs off, choosing to sit on the sofa instead and watch them.

"Sleepy," the little boy mutters into his skin after a while, curling so he is neatly folded up.

Standing carefully, he carries the little boy up to his room and lays him on the bed to slumber, before carefully tucking him kissing his head, he shuts off the lights and heads back downstairs.

"Is he alright?" the female vampire inquires as soon as he sets to making tea.

"He'll be fine, poor boy has not had good luck with vampires in the past. A group of them killed his pack and then some humans killed his parents." He replies as he hands her the tea. "I do not appreciate the fact you showed up unannounced, you could have caused a lot of problems, and I will be having words with Mycroft. We had already said we'd come visit once he was settled."

A light flush covers the vampiress face as she stares at her hands, "He did tell me that," she eventually mutters, voice low, tone embarrassed, "I was just so excited! I never expected either of my boys to have children or adopt. By vampire standards they are both young, but both are so different than most, never wishing to socialize or be around people. I tell you, I was amazed when Sherlock said he wished to marry you last month and asked to have the family jeweler make a platinum ring so not to bother your skin, and then I hear you now have a little one! I was just so excited. Siger said I should wait until you came to call, but after our last meeting I was not sure when that was going to be."

Their last meeting had not gone well at all, she had looked at him, sniffed the air once, and then proceeded to tell both her sons that a werewolf was not a companion to a vampire and why. Loudly. Rather than stay and listen, he had tightly thanked her for the tea, smiled at his vampire, turned on his heel and left the house without another word. Roughly six blocks later, his vampire had caught up with him and the two had flagged a cab. Since then he had refused to come see her or deal with her. He had dealt with Siger on the four occasions he had visited the flat, but those times he had called ahead to make sure that they were not busy. It meant that he got along fine with his mate's father but not his mother.

"You should have listened, if he starts having nightmares again I'll make sure you never see him or step foot in this flat again." He nearly snarls, tomorrow is the full moon and his protective instincts are roaring through him. Standing, he heads into the kitchen to set to making dinner, the entire time growling under his breath about his future-in-laws.

He is happy when she leaves a little bit later and opens up each of the windows to allow the flat to air out. His vampire's scent is perfectly fine, his annoying mother on the other hand not so much. Grumbling, he makes sure everything is aired out before closing the windows and intentionally turning into the wolf so he can rub his scent all over the place she had touched before returning to cooking dinner. When the meal is nearly done, he sends his vampire to get their pup after spending several minutes kissing him senseless.