Marlin's Sword [A Mycroft Holmes Fanfiction]

The Reichenbach Fall

In the morning, Mycroft arrived at the mansion, still in the previous night's clothes. He silently placed his briefcase and keys on the front hall table, and swung his suit jacket over the stair railing, before slowly making his way to the kitchen. He found Meredith flipping pancakes on a griddle on the stove. They looked a little lumpy, misshapen and undercooked. Mycroft found his wife's repeated failed attempts at cooking very amusing.

Meredith was fully dressed for work. Aware of his presence, 'You work too hard, Mycroft' she said, with her back towards him as she busied herself with preparing their breakfast.

'Nothing great is achieved without sacrifice' Mycroft said and sat at the kitchen table.

Meredith smiled faintly at her husband, 'I know that, but you don't have to work yourself to death over it' she said and handed him a cup of coffee, before placing a plate of pancakes in front of him.

Mycroft ignored her attempt at trying to manage him, 'Where's Mrs. Greene?' he asked, changing the topic.

Meredith took a sip of her tea, 'Mrs. Green called in sick' she replied.

Mycroft nodded and looked at his wife in a bit of confusion, 'Why aren't you eating anything, and since when do you drink tea in the morning?' he asked.

Meredith swallowed uncomfortably, 'I'm not feeling very well. Probably something I ate yesterday didn't agree with me. And I just realized I've been drinking a lot of coffee. So, I'm cutting back' she said smoothly. 'How's the pancake?' she asked with an amused smirk.

Mycroft took a fork and reluctantly took a bite of the pancake. He chewed on it for a moment, before nodding and spitting it out into a napkin, 'Bloody awful' he said.

Meredith watched her husband and chuckled softly, as he chased down the residual pancake in his mouth with expresso. 'Here. Have a fruit' she said and pushed the fruit bowl towards him. 'Will you be home tonight?' she asked hopefully.

'Can't tell for sure' he said as he bit into an apple, 'Why?' he asked.

Meredith shrugged, 'I miss you. The bed feels weird without you' she admitted softly.

Mycroft looked at her with a glint of tenderness, 'I'll try to be home for dinner tonight' he said and gently squeezed her hand on the table, 'As long as Mrs. Greene comes back' he added, and they both laughed.

Meredith looked at her husband lovingly. Caressing his face, she kissed him tenderly before she headed out to work.

....

At the office, Lord Bellinger entered Meredith's cabin, 'Are you okay? Do you need to go home?' he asked in worry.

Meredith looked at him in confusion, then locked the door to her office, 'Why?' she asked.

Henry scoffed, 'Why?! You have visited the bathroom so many times since you came in this morning, I stopped counting after 5 and it's only 10 am' he told her.

Meredith looked outside her office, making sure her father wasn't making a scene, 'Dad, I am fine' she said firmly.

'Are you sure? Do you need me to call the doctor?' Henry asked again.

Meredith shook her head and raised her hands, trying to tell him to keep his voice down, 'I'm just... pregnant' she whispered cautiously.

Lord Bellinger looked at his daughter with what seemed like a mixture of shock and surprise. He had never imagined this for his daughter, especially not after she married Mycroft. 'Really?!' he breathed.