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Margot's First Nickname

It was just Anthea, Margot, Violet, and Siger in the house this morning. Anthea says just, but that is four people which is two more than the house usually has. A presence like Mycroft Holmes is a notable absence though. When he leaves it feels like so much energy and aura leaves with him.

He wasn't going for long. He had a meeting he had to attend in person at the Diogenes Club and then he would be coming home. Anthea insisted that he was welcome to stay at work – she had Violet and Siger here. Mycroft refused. He didn't need to be at the office. Anything he couldn't do at home he had delegated and it was only this one meeting her had to be at. Anthea insisted again that, if for his own sanity, he wanted to work at the office he could. Mycroft had pulled a face at that. He couldn't be offended by it in Anthea's mind because anyone who knew Mycroft would think currently he'd jump at some time alone by himself. Yet there he was taking offense to it.

While Violet and Siger were here to help Anthea out she was less confident asking them for help than Mycroft. Even if Mycroft was less comfortable with babies at least it was okay for her to feel a little incompetent around him. Incompetence around Violet and Siger would make her feel like a failure. They wouldn't think that way but she did.

Margot was awake and Anthea wanted to take advantage of the situation. While she wasn't disturbing her sleep maybe this would be a good chance to clean her. Though Anthea didn't really want to do it by herself. Even if Mycroft just stood there and reaffirmed what she was doing at least an extra pair of hands would be there if she needed them.

Of course Anthea checking the time on her phone constantly alerted the grandparents of her child that something was up. Anthea had to confess that she wasn't entirely confident with the idea of holding a newborn – even in a shallow basin - while she tried to wash her yet. Violet and Siger exchanged a look and part of Anthea wanted to take it as judgemental but the other part – the more reasonable part – knew better.

"You don't need to use a sink yet if you're not ready." Siger told her is his calm and quiet voice. Violet hummed with a nod.

"When I was scared with Mycroft for the first week or two, I just wiped him with a warm damp cloth. The other two were easy, I knew how to hold a baby and do everything with the free hand." Violet said.

"And she didn't make it up." Siger added. "She read it in… how many books, dear?" He looked at his wife.

"Three." She said.

"Three books." He repeated as if Anthea didn't hear Violet herself. Anthea felt like she hadn't done her research well enough to only find that out now. It felt like another failure. A minor failure but it stacked up nonetheless. She didn't let it show on her face.

"So how do I do that?" She asked. Violet patted Anthea's arm.

"Go get a towel, a face towel, and some clothes for little Margot. I'll get her and I'll show you, dear." She said, her voice full of love and friendliness. Siger turned back to a book he had taken from Mycroft's study, smiling to himself.

It was actually nice doing this sort of bathing activity with Violet. It turned the mother-daughter bonding experience into a three generational thing. It was good not only for Anthea and Margot, or Violet and Margot, but good for the relationship between Anthea and Violet. Anthea loved Violet but she was not one who was easy to forgive and forget– blame her past on that. She still had the faintest taste of uncertainty with Mycroft's parents since their fight with Mycroft and telling Anthea to stay out of it. This fixed that a little and made Anthea feel that this wasn't all for Margot, that Anthea also mattered.

The best part was that Margot appeared to really enjoy the feeling of the warm damp cloth against her skin. She smiled and made some noises that sounded more pleased than not. Violet suggested that she should enjoy a bath then if she liked the feel of water. Anthea certainly hoped so. Anything that would make it easier was welcomed. Anthea was, after all, out of her depth.

Mycroft came home – Anthea gathered by the sound of the front door closing – as Anthea was doing up the buttons on Margot's yellow sunflower reminiscent onesie. Violet was talking to her in a soft high voice telling her what a good little girl she was. This was all taking place in the kitchen so Mycroft only had to come through past the entrance hall to see it, which he did.

The genius, briefcase in one hand and umbrella in the other, gave the kitchen a perplexed look as he watched the scene before him.

"What are you doing?" He asked in a soft, worried voice. Anthea offered him a smile as her silent welcome home. He looked tired, like that on meeting was more exhausting than anything he'd been through in the last few months combined. It was Violet who answered.

"We were giving our favourite little girl a little clean." She said, speaking more at Margot than to Mycroft. Mycroft's eyebrow quirked as he looked at the kitchen bench. Anthea rolled her eyes, still smiling at him.

"Don't worry, we didn't use the sink and she was on the towel. There's no baby germs on any kitchen surface." She crinkled her nose playfully at him. Mycroft met her eye. He inhaled as his eyes narrowed – thoughts passing through his mind.

"I wasn't concerned for the kitchen. Rather, is the bench clean enough to be doing that on?" He corrected calmly and collectedly.

"Oh." Anthea pouted her lips. "Yeah, the towel." Anthea patted the towel that Margot was resting on.

A pause.

Mycroft bit the inside of his bottom lip and nodded.

Anthea looked back at Margot. She patted her little chest and spoke to… well, the room.

"And we're all done now." Anthea couldn't help but grin as she looked at her. Violet cooed. She asked Anthea with a few gestures if she could pick up Margot. Anthea nodded her consent. She needed to clean up the items on the bench now so it would be easier for Violet to hold Margot anyway.

"Aw, all clean." Violet clucked as she took the tiny baby in her hands. She stroked her head gently. "You're just the most beautiful little girl in the world, aren't you Got?" Violet spoke sweetly while Anthea cleaned up around her. Mycroft's face fell into a frown. He had still not moved from the entrance to the kitchen.

"I beg your pardon?" He scoffed. Anthea watched out of the corner of her eye as she gathered discarded clothes and the cloth into the towel.

"Hmm?" Violet raised both her eyebrows to show she was listening but her gaze remained on Margot.

"What did you just call my daughter?" He sounded even more offended than the last time he spoke. Anthea bit her lip to stop from smiling as she grabbed a sponge3 just to wipe down the bench. It was funny to Anthea that the moment he felt defensive Margot was his daughter. When everything was calm and safe she was Anthea's daughter.

"Got?" Violet asked.

"Yes, that." Mycroft snipped with a nod. "Never call her that again." Violet finally looked up at her son. She gave him the coldest stare possible out of those sky blue eyes. Magnussen would have been impressed.

"Well excuse me Mr. I-don't-want-children, this was always going to be my granddaughter and I can call her whatever I wish." She said. Mycroft looked like he'd just been stabbed in the heart by a trusted advisor. Violet touched Margot on the nose. "You've got a very silly daddy, angel."

"I like it." Anthea shrugged, putting the sponge in the sink. "I really like it. It's cute."

"Me too." Siger called from the living space. He was still sitting on the couch where he was still reading. "All she needs is a friend named Didi." It took a second but the reference clicked like a lightbulb turning on in her head. Of course a literature professor would think of that! Vladimir and Estragon from Waiting for Godot. Violet was already smiling when Anthea let out a silent breathy laugh.

"That is so cute!" She said. "Aw, Margot! Are you Gogo?" Anthea cooed at Margot over Violet's shoulder. Mycroft scowled and looked off to the side.

"I can't believe you're all comparing her to a fictional tramp." He practically whined in the most sophisticated way he could. Anthea stifled a laugh at the image of Margot dressed as a little tramp in a bowler hat.

"She's the cutest vagabond ever." Violet teased her son and ignored it at the same time. Anthea had to giggle that time as the image in her head grew stronger and clearer.

"Charlie Chaplin would be smitten." Siger called from the couch. Violet clicked her tongue adoringly. Mycroft put the briefcase down and rubbed at his forehead.

"I can't believe I'm actually living this moment right now." He sighed despondently to himself. Anthea didn't know whether to find this funny and horribly sat. She felt both at the same time but the joy was just a little bit stronger than the compassion. All the same she walked over and rubbed Mycroft's arm. She stopped partway down his forearm and squeezed.

"We're all just pressing your buttons now, Myc." She tried to console him despite the impish grin on her face. He rolled his eyes again and looked at the roof. "It's not Gogo, it's just Got. Cute, sweet, Got." Anthea stepped closer so her chest was almost brushing the fibres of Mycroft's coat. "I think it suits her." Mycroft audibly sighed.

"I prefer her complete name, actually." There was some venom on his tongue but not enough to sting. "But if it's between Got and Gogo I prefer one that does not allude to existential dread, thank you." His wording made Anthea want to laugh again. She didn't mean to but she closed the distance between them by resting her head on his shoulder.

"I thought you'd be all over meaninglessness." Anthea toyed sweetly.

"Do you want it to become her 'Alice in Wonderland'?" Mycroft asked in a flat serious tone. Anthea felt about seventy percent of the humour drop from her being and dissolve away on the floor.

"Good point." She said, getting off Mycroft's shoulder to stand up straight. Mycroft's lips twitched, threatening to pull into his own amused smile. "But I stand by Got." She said. "That's like Ali or Myc."

"You can call her whatever you like." Mycroft sniffed. In a strange juxtaposition to his words he reached out and tucked Anthea's hair behind one of her ears for her. "I'll stick to Margot, thank you."

"Oh Mycroft." Violet clicked her tongue. "Have some fun, boy." She said. Anthea saw Mycroft go stiff at his mother's words and turn to watch her with a carefully blanked out face. She knew what he was thinking in an instant. Have fun or grow up? It's one or the other. Anthea felt it for him too.

"Violet, love." Siger called out again. "Remember what we talked about months ago?" The way Violet's posture changed and her expression flashed with confusion and a few other things, as well as a look of hurt at accidentally almost hurting someone she doesn't mean to offend, she had never looked so much like her sons before.

"Never mind me, dear." She said to Mycroft. "You played along for long enough." She offered a kind smile.

"I did." Mycroft replied wearily. He looked at Anthea. She held his gaze.

"I had fun." Anthea shrugged, unsure of how to entirely help Mycroft out of this. "But now she's clean and had some play I think I'll take Margot upstairs and maybe have a nap." Violet handed the sweet little unaware baby to Anthea. "Mycroft, want to help me tuck Got in?"

"Certainly." Mycroft nodded.

Mycroft followed Anthea and Margot out the room, into the entrance hall and up the stairs.

"You know," He said in hushed tones to Anthea. "Maybe being existential tramps in their own plane of existence is not such a bad idea. Perhaps then we'd never see my parents again. Or anyone really." Anthea smirked at the sarcasm practically seeping out of every one of Mycroft's pours.

"It beats Wonderland." She replied. Mycroft hummed and nodded.

"Absolutely. Less drug induced hysteria, and more beautiful silence." The silence turned Anthea off the idea immediately, thinking of the snobby Diogenes Club. If anyone could ruin a timeless existence with a snobby club it would be Mycroft.

"No thanks, I think I'll just stay here with Margot." Anthea muttered, pretending to be more offended by the idea then she was. Mycroft chuckled.

"Well in that case I have no choice but to stay, myself." He said.

"What a shame." Anthea sighed sarcastically.

"I know." Mycroft replied seriously.

Margot gurgled.

"Thank you for understanding." Mycroft nodded, as if Margot's noise had been an expression of sympathy. Anthea's brain fell into a moment of confusion before it communicated to her body to start laughing.

Okay that was the cutest thing. No nicknames could beat that.

Author's Note: Was it okay? I think it was alright but I'm not a trustworthy source of audience opinion. Let me know all your thoughts please. Thanks to our one guest reviewer last chapter. I'll see you guys in six days. I'm really tired so I just want an extra day this update. Thanks!