𝓜𝔂 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓞𝓬𝓽𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓪, 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 | 𝓑. 𝓑𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓸𝓷

Chapter seventeen - An unexpected appearance

This chapter contains: slight smut
I will tell you when it begins and when it ends.

I notice Enola and Sherlock rush outside so I quickly follow.

There I see My siblings and what seems to be an older version of somebody I used to know.

I inch closer to them, Sherlock noticing I'm there and ushering me closer.

There my uncle stands but with seven and ten years on.

I look down at Enola her face twists and her head tilts in different directions trying to remember the face of our uncle.

"Why now? Why today?" I ask the man.
"Happy birthday Ocatavia," he goes to hug me but I brush him off.

"Answer the questions."
"Well today is your four and twentieth birthday," he tells me dodging my main question. "So let's go celebrate"

As my uncle walks off to the ballroom Enola follows most likely just happy to have her uncle back.

"There has to be some ulterior motive," I tell my second eldest brother.

"I'll look into it sister, but for now let's head back to your party, we don't want another scandal about you today," he tells me as we laugh going back into my ballroom.

"There you are, people are looking for you," Elizabeth tells me. "Okay not people Benedict, that man is currently trying to work his way around the Whistledoen paper, people are asking questions."
"I'll go find him. Oh um, Sherlock, Elizabeth, Elizabeth Sherlock" they give each other a nod before I get dragged away to where Benedict is.

Once I see him, I walk over and like my arm through his and lean against him slightly.
"Hello dear" he smiles thankfully at me then at Elizabeth who gives him a playful thumbs up.

I get the normal happy birthdays then the questions come.

"Did you see the Whistledown this morning, is it true or are you just" the next word didn't get the chance to fall off his tongue before Bemedict was pulling us away from the situation.

"What do you say to we just tell them or do we keep it a secret?" he asks.
"I say we keep them guessing, don't tell them until they're born," I tell him. "But I'm not exactly liking the talk about me being overweight. I know I'm not and I'm just pregnant but still."

I watch him grab a knife and a crystal glass, he grabs my hand and walks to the top of the stairs.

I lightly tap the knife against the glass the room falls silent. Benedict takes the knife and glass from me and hands them to a butler.

Benedict moves to the middle his left arm falling loosely around my waist, a place it had grown very custom to. "I would just like to thank you all for coming on this very special day" he pauses to place a kiss on my hair, a slight rupture of 'awws' bouncing around the room. "Hope all of you have had an adequate night. The ball is soon to end so do with that what you will, but I hope you all have a good evening. And if you could all stop talking about the Whistledown Paper, that would be greatly appreciated thank you"

From that point, people started leaving one by one just leaving our immediate family, and my uncle seemed to have disappeared again.