Author's Note: Hi guys! Thanks for the awesome reviews! I am so loving reading everyone's responses to Margot and… well… all the character's responses to her. This one is an average length chapter but I think its quality over quantity here. I like it and I hope you do, too! Let's hope year 3 of AFTFE starts well here! Please read, review and enjoy!

Disclaimer: Clearly I don't own Sherlock. The show is the baby of Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss, while Sherlock Holmes itself is the creation of Arthur Conan Doyle.

The First Time Margot Met Her Grandparents

Anthea had been discharged from the hospital but she and Mycroft were still there. They were at the NICU until while Anthea tried one more time that morning to try and feed Margot so she could come home soon. The baby just couldn't do it. Besides the initial problem breathing this was the major problem that had manifested from being born early, she didn't seem to have mastered the rooting reflex yet. She couldn't latch on.

"Oh come on, Margot, sweetie." Anthea whispered with forlorn. "I really want to take you home." She watched the baby against her chest do nothing. Anthea's heart broke further. "If you can't do it for you, can you do it for Mummy?" As if Anthea really expected that to work. Margot squirmed and made a single cry. Anthea sighed. She looked over to Mycroft.

Mycroft was standing against a wall with Anthea's bag at his feet. Umbrella hooked at his elbow he had his arms folded against his chest and was watching Anthea and Margot with a pensive, thoughtful expression. He hadn't shaved since before Margot was born and his clothes weren't as neat and tidy as he'd like and yet he still had that aura of sophistication and intelligence that followed him everywhere. Anthea wondered if with her hair loose and natural, with no makeup on, and in a loose fitting dress if she still had any of her aura of sophistication and mystery about her. She somewhat doubted that but then again some of that did just come from being by Mycroft. The baby might dull it though.

"I know this isn't an area of expertise for you," Anthea sighed as she addressed Mycroft. "But do you have any suggestions?" Mycroft pouted his lips and then inhaled.

"You're too stressed, and your daughter is picking up on that." He said matter-of-factly. Typical Holmes self-alienation. Now he has time to choose his words he tries to distance himself. "Would it help if I sent my parents' home to take away some outer stressors?" Anthea rolled her eyes. So much for counting on Mycroft. His parents were coming into London today. They were going to stay for a few days to meet their grandchild. Instead of helping Anthea with her 'stressors', Mycroft took the opportunity to use it as an excuse to remove his stress. Please, Anthea wanted them here, especially Violet. Maybe Violet would have actual advice.

"You're unbelievable." Anthea muttered to Mycroft as she turned back to Margot. The baby was still not responding to the stimulus at all. Anthea covered herself up and put Margot back in the incubator. She'd done it enough times by now with the help of a nurse to feel comfortable doing it herself and here in the NICU there was always someone around who'd check later.

Mycroft had no response to Anthea. The room fell silent with both of them watching the glowing clear container holding their child. After minutes passed Mycroft pulled out his phone. Not having glasses or contacts he held it far away so he could read the time.

"Speaking of my parents, I best go and wait for them at the house." He pulled a face at the sheer idea but it soon fell serious. "Would you like to come with me or stay here? I could take your bag home for you." Mycroft offered. Anthea looked over into his serious steel eyes. Her heart fluttered at the care present in them from the man of ice. She smiled graciously.

"I'd like to stay here." Anthea said, touching the incubator. Mycroft nodded.

"Of course." He said. Mycroft walked over to Anthea. He placed his hands on either side of her head, leant over, and kissed the top of her head. He then picked up her bag and began leaving.

"Bye." Anthea called out to his fleeting form. He didn't respond because of course he didn't. Anthea laughed to herself about the strange man she loved. Whatever happened between them she'd always love that weird genius.

A smile remained on her face as she turned back to the little person they'd created together. She was so tiny but so perfect… except for not eating... But hey, you have to expect a few quirks with this genetic combination and being early. She smelled amazing. Anthea remembered this new baby smell from Rosie and Hope but wow, when it's your own baby it was like a magnetic pull. God, she was just so perfect.

Anthea put her hand into the incubator to take Margot's hand in hers. It was then that she noticed Margot's identification bracelet had been changed. The one that had read 'Baby girl Clarke'. Maybe they had changed it when they moved her permanently to the NICU, but why would they need to do that? Unless Mycroft had gone to give them her names? That sounds like something he would do while Anthea was asleep and then forget to tell her. It was typical Holmes behaviour. Anthea peered closed and moved the bracelet on Margot's wrist to read it.

Margot Holmes.

Anthea's breath caught in her throat. Holmes? She was officially a Holmes. Margot wasn't just a Holmes by blood but by name also. Her whole life she'd probably get 'Holmes, like the detective?' and 'Any relation to Sherlock Holmes?' the way Mycroft did when people didn't know who he was.

Holmes.

Mycroft had named her Holmes.

Whatever was going through his head, whatever he decided in the end, he decided now that she deserved that name.

His daughter indeed.

Did Mycroft say Anthea was too stressed? She didn't feel it right now.

Anthea heard Violet talking in the NICU all excited and chirpy before she ever saw any signs of her partner and his parents. Violet was the loud one in the family anyway and she'd just gotten her first grandchild – something she'd been dying to have for years – so her chatter was turned up to maximum. It made Anthea laugh silently as she took a glance over at Margot in her warm little box. How much would Margot love her grandmother? Would the magic that made the two ridiculous Holmes brothers love their mother so much work on the next generation? It will be fun to find out.

Violet and Siger entered the room first with Mycroft behind them. Their attention went to Anthea before the baby was even acknowledged which was actually really nice. It made Anthea feel like she'd earned a place in the family too. Something that had been challenged in her mind since the whole Eurus debacle.

Keeping quiet for the baby, Violet came up and hugged Anthea, giving her a real squeeze.

"Hello my darling." She said as she squeezed. "How are you?" She pulled away and put her hands on either side of Anthea's face lovingly.

"I'm still tired, but I'm good." Anthea said. "I'm very good." Violet clicked her tongue and cooed. One of her hands stroked Anthea's hair.

"Of course you are." She sung. Siger approached next. His eyebrows danced up and down as he mimed a silent 'hi'. It was funny how just every so often Siger did something that was so much like one of his children. It reminded you that it wasn't all Violet in them. How would Margot be like that? What mannerisms would she get from Anthea and Mycroft?

"Hi." Anthea replied. Siger hugged her too. He was as ecstatic as Violet. While he was stoic and quiet you could feel the proud aura radiating off of him.

"Well done." He said to Anthea, like she'd done something amazing and out of the ordinary. She turned to Mycroft to give him a sarcastic look like they always did when they didn't agree with what people said but Mycroft didn't appear to agree with Anthea for once. Instead he looked down and pursed his lips.

"Is this her?" Siger asked. He put his hand on the small of Violet's back and walked her the few small steps to the incubator.

"Obviously." Mycroft scoffed. Violet didn't even scold him, she had something better to focus on. Violet drew in a short quiet breath that held in her throat. She looked from the baby up at Violet and they shared an indescribable look. It was their love for each other mixed with something else, something even deeper.

"She's perfect." Violet said, holding her hands over her mouth.

"May I?" Siger asked, holding his hands out. Anthea went to nod when Mycroft spoke first.

"Of course." His tone was much gentler this time. Anthea got Margot out of the incubator and handed her to Siger. He held her with all the ease of a three time parent. Margot wiggled in his arms but barely made a noise. Violet stood there watching him with her hands still over her mouth. "Hello there." Siger beamed down at Margot. Violet made a noise in her throat. "Look at you being well behaved." Siger talked to Margot in a voice as gentle as a breeze. "No noises. Your father and your Auntie were like that."

"Not Sherlock?" Anthea asked. Mycroft snorted from behind her. She looked at him in time to see him and Siger exchanging a meaningful and amused look. Of course, why would Sherlock be a well behaved baby? It as Sherlock.

"Don't give Alice the wrong impression." Violet said. She lowered her hands from her mouth but held them tight against her chest. Though she was talking to the group her eyes were on the baby. "Mycroft never slept through the night one night in his whole life." And as far as Anthea knew he still didn't. Siger chuckled.

He held Margot and simply smiled down at her for a while. He was enraptured. All the while Violet was happy just watching, so was Anthea. Mycroft appeared to be content watching also. Eventually Siger offered her silently to Violet which she eagerly took him up on. If Siger was a practiced veteran with babies then Violet was a natural. She could completely support the tiny little preterm baby and have her hand free to touch her hair and hands and do what she wanted.

"You are just an angel." Violet cooed at Margot. Anthea glanced over at Mycroft and caught sight of a small smiled trying to tug on the corners of his lips. Margot made a cry. Violet bounced and shushed her, stroking her head. "It's okay, Grandmummy's here." She said. Her bright blue eyes were glossy with moisture. "I've got you, sweetheart. I'm here." The baby settled.

Violet and Siger exchanged that deep look again before Violet quickly returned her entire focus on the little Margot. She took her hand and stroked it with her thumb.

"You're my little grandchild." Her voice quivered. "You are my eldest grandchild. You are my first child's first child." She blinked her eyes. Anthea found herself touching her own chest now as her heart felt like it expanded. The love oozing from Violet was so much like the love that Anthea had for Margot it was incredible. "You are the best gift in the entire world and I will be thanking your Mummy for you every day." Anthea got Goosebumps. She didn't know what she was feeling, she wasn't familiar with it. Margot made a noise. Violet grinned and nodded. "I will, yeah, I will." She said to her.

Violet stopped talking to look over at Mycroft with her tear filled eyes. She was looking at him with such a deep affection and Mycroft let her. He held her eye contact and he let her look at him like she was seeing her son for the first time all over again. She took another shaky breathe and turned back to Margot.

"You are going to be so loved by everyone and you deserve it. You deserve more than that." She leaned forward and kissed Margot's head. "You don't understand the hole you're fixing in your Mummy's heart, or how much you're going to teach your father about understanding his feelings. Even your Uncle needs you because with every new person in his life he becomes more like the little boy he used to be." As Violet spoke Anthea tried to rub the goose bumps out of her skin. She caught Mycroft watching her. He was probably debating whether she was cold or it was an emotional reaction and if he should intervene or not. Anthea gave him a polite smile, she didn't need a jacket or coat. He didn't have to help. Nevertheless he came to stand beside her as if his presence by her side might help. It did, but he didn't need to know that.

As Violet held Margot, surrounding her with her love, Siger peered over Violet's shoulder. He tilted his head and Anthea realised he was trying to read the identification bracelet. Carefully he moved the bracelet the same way Anthea had done before. Catching on to what her husband was doing, Violet read it too.

Violet and Siger looked at each other. It wasn't the same look as before, it was more like the look Violet had given Mycroft. Siger just looked proud and happy while Violet was feeling multiple things.

"Margot Holmes." Violet whispered, turning back to the tiny being in her arm. "You truly are a Holmes." When Violet finished talking Siger kissed her cheek.

"Speaking of?" Anthea whispered to Mycroft by her side.

"She is a Holmes." He replied factually. Anthea pouted her lips and nodded. She could interpret that in so many ways but there was an important factor here that she'd realised earlier upon first discovering the name on the bracelet; Mycroft wouldn't have done that unless he felt a connection to Margot. She wouldn't be a Holmes unless he wanted her to be. Anthea hid the smile that wanted to consume her face. When dealing with Mycroft one must not make a big deal of the small steps. You wait for him to say it.

Violet silently offered Mycroft the baby to hold. Once again he stepped backwards, declining. Anthea stepped forward and took the baby in her arms.

Little Margot Holmes.

Author's Note: This is one of those ones that I worry if it will live up to potential or not but I really like it so I hope so. Violet and Siger will probably be around for a few chapters so you haven't seen the last of them for a while. Please let me know what you thought! I'm so excited with the reviews of all these chapters. Thanks to our guest reviewers from last chapter; Guest, Marie, and Chulija. Thanks to all of you readers! Hope to see you all again in five days!