Eyes On You: The Descent of a Holmes [A Mycroft Holmes Fanfiction]

Chapter 4- Training for Three

In the morning, Mycroft entered the mansion's master bedroom still in his nightclothes and robe. He glanced briefly at Tara who was asleep on the bed then walked over to her side and placed the tray of breakfast he was carrying on her nightstand. He threw open the bedroom window and opened the balcony door, letting the sunlight brighten the darkroom. He walked back to the bed and sat on the edge of Tara's side, stroking her arm, 'Tara' he whispered gently waking her up. Tara stirred and buried her head deeper into the fluffy pillows, groaning, 'Breakfast' Mycroft said, causing Tara to look up at him in surprise.

Tara blinked hard, trying to adjust to the light, and looked at Mycroft through narrowed gaze, 'You made breakfast?! Never realized you were such a cliché' she said and sat up in bed. Mycroft cocked his head and shot her a look. Tara rolled her eyes at him, 'Sorry. This is really sweet' she admitted reluctantly as Mycroft handed her a glass of orange juice.

Tara looked over at the tray containing some dry toast, eggs, juice, apples peeled and sliced, and took a sip of the juice. She was about to go in for a second sip, then hesitated, feeling an overwhelming wave of nausea crash into her. With one hand cupped over her mouth, she threw away the blanket and rushed to the bathroom, emptying the previous night's meal into the toilet bowl. Mycroft went after her and tried to help her but Tara wouldn't let him. As he stepped towards her, she raised her hand back towards him without looking up from the toilet bowl, stopping him from coming any closer. Tara didn't want to be coddled. Mycroft understood that. And, there was nothing they could do about the morning sickness, except to wait until it stopped. So, Mycroft went and sat at the edge of the bathtub, waiting for the episode to pass.

After a few minutes of throwing up all the contents of her stomach, Tara panted heavily and sat by the toilet, collecting herself. She walked to the sink and rinsed her mouth, grabbing the towel Mycroft was offering. Tara stood up straight and leaned her head against Mycroft's chest, pressing the towel to her mouth. Mycroft stood, rubbing circles on her back and running his fingers through her hair.

After a few minutes, 'Feeling better' Mycroft asked and Tara hummed. Mycroft nodded and helped her back to the bedroom. He sat down with her on the bed and pushed the tray of food to her, 'Here, have some toast' he said and caressed her face. Among other things, he was concerned about how dull and pale she looked.

Mycroft observed with a pensive expression as Tara took a measly bite of the toast, 'Tara, we haven't had the chance to talk about this...' he said, making an awkward gesture towards her abdomen.

Tara sighed and nodded, 'You're right. It's just so complicated. Kids are a lot of work...' she said, her voice trailing off as she stared away distantly.

Mycroft shrugged and huffed a small laugh, 'I don't know if you 're aware of this, but we happen to have a lot of money' he reminded her playfully.

Tara smiled faintly and tightened her lips, 'You know, it's not about that. I feel like I'm supposed to be happy, but I'm not. This whole one in a million complicated twin pregnancy thing isn't helping with it either' she told him.

Mycroft placed his hand on her cheek and nodded, 'I'm aware, but you're not the only one with mixed feelings and doubts regarding this pregnancy. I have my fair share. But there is one thing I am certain about. I consider myself very fortunate to spend my life with you. And, I consider myself fortunate to be the father of your child' he told her with absolute certainty.

Tara looked at him lingeringly, 'Children' she corrected.

Mycroft furrowed his brows, 'What?!' he asked, not realizing that he misspoke.

Tara smiled, 'You said 'child', we're having twins. Remember?! And, I may not be sure how I feel, but I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you're going to be an excellent father. And, no, you're not the lucky one, I am, and these babies are' she said firmly.