All My Loving (teen!lock Johnlock/Mystrade)

Chapter Thirty Nine

Chapter 39

Mycroft's POV

My phone buzzed in the pocket of my coat for the umpteenth time that day. I groaned and pulled my phone out, seeing Sherlock was calling me again. I rejected the call, and finally switched my phone off. 

"You can answer it if you need to, Love. It must be something important if Sherlock's calling you."

"I'm here with you on our honeymoon. Nothing is more important to me right now than that."

Greg smiled and placed his hand on my knee. "Yes, but you are the deputy headmaster of a very expensive boarding school, and have a very high ranking position in the British Government, you need to sort this out." 

I rolled my eyes at my husand. "Fine, but later, okay?"

"Good. Thank you. What're we doing today, anyway?"

"I have something in mind."

"Oh do you?" Greg gave me a suspicious look, and I could practically see him mulling it over in his mind, trying to work out what we'd be doing. 

"Come on," I laughed, putting my hand on the small of his back, directing him out the front door, grabbing our coats as we left. 

I led him up a small walking track to a helipad, where a helicopter was waiting for us. "My, how much did it cost for this?!"

"Relax, I bought it cheap."

Greg smacked my arm playfully before I helped him get into the helicopter, before getting in myself. I slid the door closed, and handed Greg the headgear consisting of the headphones and microphone thing (I've no idea what it's called because it's really not signifcant to me in any form), putting some on myself. 

The pilot of the helicopter gave us the thumbs up sign, and Greg and I mirrored the gesture, before the pilot took off into the sky.

Greg's hand found mine as he stared out the window in awe, looking at the islands and ocean below. I chuckled as I watched him, finding him to be far more interesting than the scenery outside. I could just see his brown eyes sparkling brightly, and every so often he'd point something out to me, happier than a child opening Christmas presents. He'd lightly squeeze my hand, and laugh and talk, and a huge grin plastered itself over my face.

That was the thing with Greg, before him I saw only black and white. Everything was dull and lifeless, but then he came along, sat in my office, beamed a huge smile at me, and then there was colour. He saw everything in a different way, he saw me in a different way, and I loved him so much it hurt, in the best way possible. 

Greg gasped and squeezed my hand tightly. "Go lower! Can you go lower, please?!"

The pilot slowly descended somewhat, so we hovered about five hundred metres above the ocean. I looked out the window to see what had caught Greg's attention, and saw dolphins leaping out of the water, doing somersaults and splashes, right below us. 

Greg was laughing and clapping and I laughed too. Greg was beautiful in every way possible, and I was so pleased to be able to call him mine. 

Once the dolphins swam away, we continued on our tour of the area. I smiled as I saw where we were. "Oh my gosh, My, is that the...?" His voice trailed off as he pressed his face against the window. "It is! It is! It's the boat from camp!" Greg bounced up and down excitedly, and I chuckled. 

"It is indeed."

"Are we going to be staying out here?"

"If you want to," I replied, knowing he'd say yes,