Author's Note: Hey guys. Thanks for the awesome feedback last chapter. It was really cool. I'm sorry this chapter is so short. I had a really rough couple of days emotionally and I wasn't even going to post anything if I had nothing. I decided to split an idea into two parts and I managed to write this today once I started feeling like myself again… So here it is. Even though it's really short I actually like it so I hope you do too. Some important notes at the end of the chapter. 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 She Remembered About The Christening…

Another day at the office meant another day that Margot was with Jamie and not with her Mummy. It was hard for Anthea and she wasn't going to pretend it wasn't but she really did love being in the office again, even if she was starting off very small. And the good thing about Jamie being Margot's babysitter was Jamie's constant texts now included photos of both of their daughters. It was more than enough to get Anthea through the day. It got her smiling even when maybe it was better not to smile.

The most recent photo Anthea received while sitting at her old familiar desk was a photo of Hope playing with Margot while Jamie was doing the 'tummy time' activities and games with her. It was unfairly cute. If those girls didn't grow up to be best friends then Anthea was going to be extremely upset with both of them.

Don't send me something so sweet. My teeth will rot. – A.

Anthea texted back to Jamie. The reply she got was a laughing face. Anthea ignored it and continued working. Only a minute later her phone pinged again. Looking over at the screen she could see it was another text from Jamie. Anthea sighed and unlocked her phone to check it.

Speaking of your sweetie. When am I going to become her official god mother? – Jamie x.

Oh.

OH!

To be completely honest Anthea had forgotten all about getting her daughter christened. She was so busy with other things and… Well… Did that make her a bad mother? Surely not. Maybe if she was a regular church goer and had a strict belief system it would… As it were she was just a very busy mother who was just going to follow her family and Mycroft's family traditions.

That was a good question on Jamie's part. Anthea needed that prompting. In fact, she'd go talk to Mycroft about it right now.

Anthea got up, bringing her phone for evidence. She knocked on the door to the inner sanctum, waited a few seconds, and let herself in.

"Hello, my dear." Mycroft hummed his greeting before Anthea had even shut the door behind her. He was surrounded by files but didn't seem particularly interested in anything as he was lazily clicking around on the computer.

"Um." Anthea chewed on the inside of her cheek. She walked up to the desk. "Jamie asked me when we plan to get Margot christened." She said. Mycroft's eyebrows danced up and down in recognition but his face stayed lazily watching the computer screen. He hummed.

"Yes, Mummy has been asking after that for days now. Weeks perhaps, I haven't been paying it any mind." He answered Anthea. The personal assistant blinked in surprise.

"And you didn't tell me?" She asked. Mycroft finally looked at her. He leaned back in his chair and folded his hands together.

"I've been rather preoccupied with how to tell my mother about other news than to focus on that." He said. It was true but it didn't mean he couldn't have mentioned it to Anthea even in passing. "And why do I care? You're the one with a spiritual belief system, not me." He looked like he won something and Anthea both hated and loved that.

"Yeah but it's to please your parents, not mine." She argued back. That smug look faltered and it was her turn to tease him with a smug look. There was a twitch of a smile on his lips. Mycroft closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"What are we going to do?" Anthea asked. Mycroft winced further.

"Surely it won't be hard for you and me to whip one of these things together in no time. We've created grander events and projects in very limited timeframes." Mycroft argued. The hand that was pinching his nose dropped to fall onto the arm of the chair.

"Yeah, but the pastor and the church? Don't you normally have to be a regular there for them to accept you?" She asked. Mycroft's frowned.

"I think you're thinking of a wedding." He said thoughtfully. After a pause he continued. "Or an adult baptism or conversion." Anthea and Mycroft looked at each other – both waiting for the other to have a straight answer. Anthea shrugged. Mycroft waved it off with a flick of his wrist. "It doesn't matter. A sizeable donation and all will be well." Anthea laughed. What a Mycroft solution. And yet it would probably work.

"Okay." She agreed to it. "So when do we do it?" She asked, folding her arms across her chest. Mycroft put in about ten seconds of thought.

"Next weekend?" He asked her. Anthea quirked an eyebrow at the very close date. Like he said, they could do it, but they might be the only ones.

"That will limit the amount of people who can come." It wasn't so much a statement as it was sharing her doubts on his chosen date. Mycroft's eyes sparkled like the naughty teenager he truly was inside.

"Precisely." He said.

"Really?" Anthea questioned. Mycroft rolled his eyes.

"I hate that. Why would I say it if I didn't mean it?" Yup. He was in a naughty teenager mood alright. Anthea let out a sharp exhale.

"I know that gets rid of a lot of annoying people but it gets rid of good people, too." She tried to remind him. "That means no Robbie and no Varya." Mycroft pursed his lips, gave it some thought, and then shrugged one shoulder.

"They can watch the recording." He reasoned. Then with a scowl he added "No one wants to go to these things unless they're a niece, nephew, or grandchild anyway. They won't care." Anthea smiled in disbelief. She wanted to argue but she could completely see his logic. So instead she shook her head.

"Yeah, okay." She said. "Next weekend." She agreed. Mycroft nodded.

"We'll spend the rest of the working week organising it so you may have the invitations sent out by the end of this weekend." He said rather perkily. "We need to give some notice, we're not monsters." Anthea tried her best not to laugh but a few escaped. She fed Mycroft's ego as he smiled rather proudly.

"We should probably start now." She said.

"I'll deal with finding a church, I know how much I'm willing to offer as a contribution, and you start finding the ah…" He waved his hand. "Outfit for Margot."

"The christening gown?" Anthea asked with an amused expression.

"Yes. That." Mycroft wave his hand again.

"Yes, sir." Anthea replied. She was lucky she was used to this kind of behaviour. She was a part of a whole family of these types of people now.

When Anthea returned to her desk she sent Jamie a reply to her message.

Next weekend. Not sure which day yet. I'll keep you updated. – A.

Just like that? No notice? Sure. That's fine. I'm used to it by now anyway. – Jamie x.

If you can't make it we can replace you. – A.

Over my dead body! – Jamie x.

Anthea snickered at the text exchange. Sometimes, like now, Jamie was the best.

Now the question was, should Anthea inform Sherlock ahead of time? Because Mycroft won't. Or should she let the invitation do the inviting of the godfather? It was Mycroft's problem, not hers. If he wants the invite to do the talking then that was his choice. Jamie was Anthea's problem and she was the one who reminded her. She was also brilliant to get a rise out of.

Thinking back to Jamie, Anthea decided to answer her last fierce message.

How could I replace you? – A.

It's not like I have any other friends. – A.

Not like you, anyway. – A.

You better remember that. – Jamie x.

Or I'll bring this up on my death bed and make you feel real bad about it. – Jamie x.

I won't care. I'll laugh. – A.

Not when Margot is disgusted in your behaviour. – A.

She's a Holmes. What are the chances she's going to care at all? – A.

I hate you. – Jamie x.

Don't take my position off me. I love Margot. I just hate you. – Jamie x.

The kisses at the end of your texts don't seem like hatred. – A.

:( - Jamie.

;) – A.

Wasn't she supposed to be planning something important and not messing around with her best friend? It didn't matter. They had planned much larger in much less time.

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