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

Chapter 7- Together from Womb to Tomb

In the mansion master bedroom, the sunlight fell softly over Mycroft and Tara in the large bed. They were tangled in the sheets and her fingers were in his hair. Tara turned him over and arched above him. Mycroft ran his hand up her thigh and turned her over, pinning her down on the bed. On top of her, he kissed his way down her body and looked up at her with a smile, 'I think they're awake too' he said and kissed her growing womb. Tara chuckled and pulled him up to her, kissing him tenderly.

Even if Tara was at home, she would wake up every day and dress for the day, they both did. Just because they were staying at home all day didn't mean they were going to laze around in their pajamas all day.

As Mycroft got dressed, he watched Tara in the mirror. She hadn't bothered to get out of bed at all and was still in her pajamas. She uncomfortably shifted on the bed trying to find a comfortable position but to no avail. She finally laid down on her back and stared blankly at the ceiling.

He walked up to her and laid a hand on her shoulder 'Are you alright? Should I bring you something?' he asked softly.

She turned her head towards him and gingerly shook it, 'No, I just don't feel up to it today, and I don't think they do either' she mumbled, briefly bringing her hand up to her swollen stomach, quickly letting it fall to her side. Mycroft furrowed his eyebrows, wanting more information than that. Tara sighed 'They just don't seem very active today. It's probably nothing' she assured him.

Fetal movement was something that complicated this kind of pregnancy. The more they moved, the more they were at risk of getting the umbilical cord tangled up, and it could lead to fatal consequences. So, the doctors prescribed Tara medication to lower the amniotic fluid content, thus inhibiting fetal movement. Even with that, they had been active in kicking and poking their mother. Tara would often complain that she couldn't sleep because of it.

Tara saw the concern building up on Mycroft's face and reached for the hand that rested on her shoulder, 'It's nothing, I think we're all just tired today' she said with a small smile.

Mycroft sighed and gave her a small nod, 'Just two more days' he told her. She smiled up at him, it was true just two more days until her scheduled C-section, 'I'll be in the study. If you need anything just call me or Mrs. Green' he told her. His hand gently rested on the round bump as he kissed his wife's forehead before he left. He made a note to himself to tell Mrs. Green to bring Tara her breakfast.

Later, Mycroft was sitting on a barstool and working on his laptop, as Tara shuffled around the kitchen gathering all the ingredients she needed. She was tired of being in bed all day and thought she should make something to entertain herself. Mycroft just wanted to stay nearby in case she needed something. Also, then, he had the added advantage of watching his wife try and fail to retrieve a baking tray from the bottom shelf. Mycroft was a good husband but once in a while, even he enjoyed deriving sadistic pleasure in her pain. Earlier, it was watching his short wife try to reach anything above 6 ft off the ground, and now it was watching his very pregnant wife try to reach anything below 2 ft from the ground. The fact that she was too stubborn to ask for help only made the whole experience more pleasurable for him.

But today she was worrying him, 'You need to take it easy' Mycroft said without looking up from his laptop.

Tara rolled her eyes at him, 'I can't stay in bed all day, Mycroft. You have no idea how annoying that is and it's not like I'm doing heavy labor, just working on some new recipes. I'm just going to keep myself occupied with something or the other until I........' she stopped and looked down in shock.

Mycroft raised an eyebrow, 'Until you what?' he looked up from his laptop when she stopped talking. She stood still, staring at the floor. Mycroft frowned in worry, 'What? Tara, what is it? Are you alright?' he asked in panic as he stood up, walked around the kitchen counter, and came to her side.