2 months later.
"Good morning brother mine, I see you haven't changed out of your clothes from last night." Mycroft greeted from the door.
"Morning Mycroft." Sparing him a glance. "Exercising I see…Hows that going for you?" He remarked.
"Does he always do that?" John stated from the couch.
"Do what?" Both brothers said turning to said man.
"Break into the flat."
"Yes…He enjoys showing his concern by annoying me." Sherlock stated, sitting back in his chair and picking up his newspaper to find any new cases. How dull… everybody is safe.
"Of course… How is Maria by the way, must be quite exhilarating running around with you." He said swinging his umbrella.
"Put the umbrella away." Maria said, stepping out of Sherlocks room wearing one of his shirts, her height making it look like a dress and walking into the kitchen. Mycroft's eyes slightly widened at the woman's appearance, giving Sherlock a confused look in which he just shrugged. "Anyone want some Tea?" She said already brewing a pot.
"That would lovely." John said. Maria leaned on the doorframe looking at Sherlock and Mycroft who nodded.
"Umbrella. Outside." She said giving Mycroft a pointed look.
"Good morning my dear, I believe that won't be necessary, after the events two months ago I'm sure you know it is better to be safe than sorry." Mycroft said smugly.
"Yes, and if you value your safety I recommend you leave that umbrella outside the flat before I accidentally slip cyanide into your tea." She said smiling.
"You wouldn't."
"Read me." She said. Mycroft then proceeded to exit the flat, leaving the umbrella at the door.
"What just happened?" John stated. Looking between Sherlock who was trying to hold back laughter and Maria making tea.
"The umbrella is actually a gun in disguise and Maria strongly disagrees having them anywhere near children." Sherlock explained as John continued to type on laptop. "I see you've started a blog…" He said changing the topic.
"You…you read it?" John said suddenly wary.
"'Imperious'. Not a word I've ever been called before."
"Is this about Dr. Watsons blog?" Mycroft entered the room again, no umbrella to be seen.
"You too!" John exclaimed.
"Quite so, please refrain from mentioning my exact position in the government…might cause some issues at the workplace."
"I said some nice stuff about you too…I said you knew some good restaurants and that you are a concerned elder brother." To which Mycroft produced a fake smile and Sherlock sneered.
"'Pompous' has a 'U' in it." Sherlock said darkly.
"Right. Thank you." He said shutting the laptop as Maria giggled, putting the tea on the coffee table before hearing Mia.
"Ria!" The child exclaimed.
"Ill get her." She said before exiting the room.
"Amelia seems quite attached to her." Mycroft said, taking a sip from his tea.
"She thought Maria left her…Its quite normal for girls her age." John said, earning a confused look from Sherlock and a nod from Mycroft. "Im a paediatrician…didn't he tell you, he knows everything else."
"No, I tend to ignore his blabber." Sherlock said simply, whilst Mycroft sneered.
With Maria
"Good morning ankle-biter." She said picking up the child from her crib. "Did you sleep well?" Mia just nodded.
"I hungry…you make brek for me?"
"Of course, what would you like?"
"Eggy toast."
"Eggy toast it is then." She giggled while carrying the sleepy child.
"Good morning poppet." Mycroft said once seeing the child. However, Amelia made no gesture to return his greeting quite happy to stay in Maria's arms. Sherlock had risen once they entered the room smoothing down his daughters bedhead and kissing her forehead before taking her.
"Gon make eggy toast." Mia said while yawning, gesturing to Maria.
"Please." Sherlock insisted talking to his daughter.
"Pwease." She said, purple puppy dog eyes looking at Maria.
"Of course." She said kissing the young girls cheek. "Would you like some?" Looking up at Sherlock with a smile.
"That would be lovely." He said tightening his hold on her waist.
"You too boys?"
"Im afraid I must be leaving, work at the office." Mycroft said saying goodbye at the door.
"And I have an interview to get ready for." John said looking at his watch and going to his room.
Sherlock put Mia down in the sitting room offering her some paper and crayons to draw with while he kept Maria company in the kitchen.
"Sherlock!" She said laughing, arms tightening around her waist and kissing her pulse point. "You scared me." She said as she leaned her head on his shoulder, giving him more access.
"I like it when you wear my shirts." He said while looking at her body, the shirt reached her mid thigh, wearing little underneath and giving him a glance of her cleavage.
"I know." She said flirtatiously, taking out the last piece of toast.
Sherlock turned off the gas and turned the woman around as she let out a surprised yelp. His lips darted for hers as the crashed together, rough and passionate, filling fire within their bodies. Maria broke the kiss needing air. However, Sherlock had other plans kissing along the planes of her neck and behind her ear, lifting her onto the counter they kissed once more, each of them feeling the desire rolling off their bodies.
"Sherlock." Maria said after a few moments. "The ba-
"Is brek ready yet?" Came a small voice from the door looking at the disheveled couple, both in shock.
"Um Y-yes…ankle-biter…ill make you a plate." She said removing Sherlock from herself before plating some of the toast, cutting it into bitesize pieces.
"Eat in fron Telly?"
"Of course my darling." Sherlock stated watching the child leave to put on the television, before turning his attention back to Maria. "You look flustered love." He said and Maria swore her heart skipped a beat.
"We just got caught in a very compromising position by your daughter…How are you not flustered." She said while he wrapped his arms around her once more, not receiving an answer she changed the topic. "You're awfully affectionate today."
"I thought I lost you that night." He said simply. Maria turned in his arms giving him a peck.
"Never." She replied. There kiss this time was not like the last, it was soft and slow and peeled with affection.
"I don." Came a shout from the living room, interrupting the romantic moment.
"Can you bring your plate here ankle-biter." Maria said as she giggled.
"Ok mummy." Once the words escaped from the little girls mouth Maria eyes widened, looking at Sherlock. "Here go mummy." She said holding the plate up to her. Maria bent down grabbing the plate and giving the girl a kiss when she motioned her head forward before running back into the sitting room. Slightly dazed she stood back up.
"I guess its official then." Sherlock stated, wrapping his arms around the woman once more, both watching Mia play with some toys in the sitting room.