Chapter 10

The next morning the sunlight weakly came up, the light hitting her eyes as she was sleeping, still nestled in the same spot she was when she was asleep. She weakly opened her eyes, seeing Mycroft still laying next to her, the man blissfully asleep. She smiled at him, seeing that he was so tired, he went to bed in his suit.

She pulled herself closer to him, her finger gently tracing his face, caressing the parts that she wanted to remember forever, the beautiful nose, his unwrinkled forehead, with a very small brush of freckles, his cheeks that sported the tiny hint of fuzz, his perfect mouth that she couldn't help but reach over to gently kiss, the dark ginger hair that was under her fingers, rubbing small circles in his hair to relax him. She smiled, seeing these small details that she usually didn't get to see every day, gently touching him with pleasure, not wanting him to wake up, not wanting to get up herself, just wanting to lay there forever.

"Pretty bubbles in the air...They fly so high...Nearly reach the sky, Then like my dreams...They fade and FUCK!" the weight of the floorboards beneath him buckled and the man fell through, crashing and breaking a wooden chair in the process. Mycroft bolted up and nearly hit Shay in the process, twisting his body around to discover what awoke him. Sputtering and coughing from the dust, the bits of wood were picked out of his hair and Mycroft jumped out of bed. Shay jumped up after him, suddenly bashful about sleeping in his bed, though nothing...happened aside from cuddling.

"Isn't...Shay?" the dusty figure stood up brushing his sleeves.

"Get. Out. Sherlock. Now." Mycroft grit his teeth and took a step forward. Sherlock merely lifted his hands in surrender and felt a small twinge of fear.

"Relax, relax My. I will not tell anyone and I am so glad I got you two to-"

"Out," Mycroft took another dangerous step to him, picking up the brass candle stick in the process.

"Do not be so silly Mycroft, we could be," Sherlock ducked when Mycroft attempted to swing at him," be civil or forget it all together." At that Mycroft threatened him again and made attempted attacks, Sherlock even resorted to hiding behind Shay.

"A hole in the roof is a little hard to forget." Shay pointed out, looking up at the hole, letting Sherlock hide behind her. Shay finally put her hand over Mycroft's.

"Mycroft, it's okay. You can get it fixed. Also it's not like he dove into any too-" She searched for a delicate word for it. "-Anything too racy." She said, blushing somewhat. She looked over at Sherlock. "What were you doing anyway? Don't think that because I'm not mad that you didn't barge it on something." She pointed out.

"I went up into the attic to fetch something for Hamish-"

"THAT IS NOT THE MAIN ATTIC AND YOU KNOW IT! THAT IS WHERE MORE OF MY STUFF IS!" the government official puffed and shouted.

"By the way Shay did I ever mention he is not a morning person," he grinned cheekily.

"Well Sherlock, my plan was to wake him up gently. Unlike your plan. No one is a morning person when they have a hole in their roof." She pointed out, trying to keep calm. Never in her short life had she slept in bed and woke up with a giant hole in the ceiling. It's just one of those things that shook her. She reached over to Mycroft, holding on to his arm, more as a way of gathering herself, gripping on to his arm.

"It's going to be okay. We'll just call a repair man and we'll get it fixed. She said more to the fuming man she was holding on to. "And Sherlock is sorry, even though he must have been spying, aren't you Sherlock?" She prompted.

"I was not spying... I was observing. Spying is more secretive and as if I was to divulge the information to an enemy, but I would rather keep it to myself," Sherlock said innocently and at that Mycroft launched at him. The two tangling each other in the blankets and sheets, Sherlock laughing and Mycroft obscenities weaved in the air. Even against the lanky man Mycroft kept finding himself underneath his brother and more attempts were made to buck him off.

"So what is it My, she like top doesn't she," the mischievous one whispered in Mycroft's ear and Mycroft tried to get a punch in, finding his arms pinned down, "If not that then you certainly like bottom."

"Sher...lock... bloody...fucker..." Mycroft snapped at him.

"This really is unofficial of you, I think the queen would disapprove," Sherlock smirked.

"The queen's here?!" Hamish clapped excitedly, the adults in the room momentarily distracted and Mycroft took the opportunity to get away, only for Sherlock to jump on him and pull his arms back.

"No Hamish, just us adults," Sherlock answered.

"Why you on the floor Uncle My?"

"Mrfr mfr blgrd!" Uncle My shouting into the floor boards.

"What?"

"He said to tell the maids to cook you and Alex anything you want for breakfast."

"Really! Wow!" Hamish began to scurry off before scrambling back and pulled himself onto the bed to Shay, "Morning Mummy," he kissed her cheek and bounced away.

Shay recoiled, wondering why Hamish was calling her Mummy but pulled Hamish back to her, giving him a big kiss, then letting him go.

"Sherlock, please, nothing happened. And believe me if anything did, you'd hear about it, in a big way" Shay said lazily, helping to untangle Sherlock off of Mycroft, holding out her hand to help Mycroft up. All the same, she blushed, looking down at Mycroft lovingly, flashing a quick wink.

"By the way, why is Hamish calling me Mummy?" She didn't mind it really, but the little she knew about same sex parenting was that it was a very gentle use of titles. Hamish had clear names for Sherlock and John. But an outsider like Shay being called Mummy? That might hurt Sherlock and John. "Should we stop him?" She asked, clear that she didn't want to shake anyone just because she was old enough to be his mother.

Alex bounded in just as Shay was helping Mycroft up, giving him a quick kiss out of Sherlock's sight just as Alex clung onto her legs.

"Mummy!" Alex screamed, Shay picking up to rain kisses on her child.

"Good morning, did you sleep well sweetie?" She asked, smoothing her child's hair. Alex nodded, squeezing her mother's nose.

"Where were you last night?" Alex asked, curling up to her mother. Shay smiled at her child, rubbing her back.

"I was sleeping somewhere else" Shay answered, careful to not reveal the where exactly, "Now, did you tell Hamish to call me Mummy?" She asked. Alex nodded, very serious. "Alex, it's not very nice to do that without asking Sherlock and John."

At first Sherlock was puzzled with Hamish's little statement and even hitched a breath. Mummy. Mother, his mother. It was nearing that age when he might slowly begin to understand that his parental guidance was not ordinary and it was not common. It was not the fact Sherlock felt he would be replaced, quite contrary. The idea was Hamish would become scared of the idea, a missing mummy and two fathers, something against the 'natural' order. Would he fully understand? Would he begin to believe that his mother willy nilly gave him up without a care in the world?

"No um... it's fine Shay, fine. Really. I think I'll go get John and look after them. The kids I mean," Sherlock replied quietly, still smiling to reassure them and followed after his son.

Waiting a few minutes after helping Shay clean the room, Mycroft sat on the bed, twiddling the pillow he meant to replace. Shay sat on the bed next to him, leaning against Mycroft's shoulder as Sherlock talked, trying to get comfortable after the scare, realizing how hungry she was.

"He's worried. It is not you or Alex, trust me. I am guessing it is in league with Hamish's mother, the older he becomes the more he will become aware of his surroundings, ask questions. John and Sherlock always planned to tell him as soon as possible even if he did not fully understand it, more as a way to slowly instill the idea and become familiar with their living situations. Still... it scares him. Rejection, the possible backlash. Afraid that Hamish might develop the wrong idea..."

John woke up to the bang as well, running first to where Hamish and Alex were sleeping to find them gone.

"Oh god, what did they get into?" He asked, running to the stairs where Hamish was running down the stairs.

"Oh good, you're fine." He said, picking up Hamish in his arms.

"Wah! Hiya Da!" nuzzling into his chest, "I just said hello to Mummy and me and Alex are going to go eat breakfast! Make sure Papa eats too, he needs to be big and strong like you!"

"John, oh! Good morning love," Sherlock finding them at the stairs and kissed John on the cheek, Hamish squirming in John's hands to be put down, "Someone's hungry then?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Come on Daddies!"

When Hamish ran away from them, Sherlock took John's hand and started to ask quietly. "You ok? Last night and all?"

John wrapped his arms around Sherlock's waist, gently nuzzling his head against Sherlock's chest. "It's okay Sherlock. Last night was wonderful." He said, gently kissing Sherlock's cheek. "It's just been a while, what with the case and all." He looked at Sherlock. "But it will be better. Soon we'll be able to go home and have our normal life again. Well, as normal as we can have."