Loving a Holmes

Underground Network

The morning after the bonfire incident I wake to the sounds of conversation in the main room of the flat. I can hear Sherlock, a woman, and another man. I don't know who Sherlock would have over to the flat ever, let alone at 9:30 in the morning. After a few minutes of listening to the conversation to make sure I'm not just hearing things, I decide to get dressed. Nothing to fancy, but I've noticed by style has rather begun to match Sherlock's over the years. I've traded my sneakers in for flats or heels, my jeans for slacks or skirts, and my tees for dresses and formal blouses. I think it's mainly because Mycroft so bluntly pointed out that I looked like a teenage intern for the two detectives when I first met him during the Irene Adler case. While that comment didn't bother Sherlock in the least, I got me thinking about how one can be seen and how their fashion choices often indicate one's character, so I decided to make a change.

Once I put on a fairly new powder pink sundress that comes down to my knees and a pair of tan flats, I try my best look as good as I can for getting ready in the bedroom Sherlock and I share. When I've done all I can, I head out, slowly, to the main area of the flat. Seeing Sherlock in his armchair, his eyes closed, and head back slightly, he almost looks like he's asleep. But he quickly opens his eyes when I knock softly on the sliding doors between the kitchen and sitting room. The doors had been pulled close, probably because Sherlock had not been expecting the guests and hadn't cleaned up his experiments in the kitchen.

The room goes quiet as I poke my head in, looking over to the couch and seeing an older woman and man sitting on the couch, looking at me as if I had three heads. Sherlock jumps up out of his arm and steps towards me. "Good morning, my dear."

Once he gets over to me, he gestures for me to come all the way into the room, kissing my cheek softly, before closing the door behind me. This only made the couple look at me even more oddly. I try to ignore it as I look up to Sherlock, who is smiling softly down at me, he had been going more and more affection since coming back from his two-year-long 'holiday.' Not that I mind it, but I mean kissing me in front of guests? What's next, holding my hand on the tube?

"Good morning, Sherlock. Why didn't you wake me if we had guests?"

"You've been working so hard to help me on the case last night, I thought you should sleep."

Finally, the woman speaks up, standing up and stepping around the table in front of her. "Sherlock, who is this?"

Sherlock turns to the woman as states, rather a matter of factly. "Mother, father, this is my life partner Madison. Madison, these are my parents. Feel free to speak to them, but they understand very little."

I nudge him slightly with my elbow as he makes his last statement under his breath. Once the woman is in front of me she pulls me into a large hug. "Oh, I'm so happy that Sherlock found someone, You know we were rather worried that we would never get any grandchildren."

"Mother!" Sherlock scolds her, looking at her rather shocked by the idea of children.

"What? That's what people do Sherlock, they find someone they love and start a family."

"That's what ordinary people do, Madison and I are not ordinary." 

The woman shakes her head before continuing on with her thought. "I can't wait to see what beautiful little ones you and Sherlock make."

"Uhh, Mrs. Holmes, Sherlock and I..." I shake my head.

"Please call me mum."

"Uh... Sherlock and I are not planning on having children at the moment."

She sighs. "Oh, that's too bad. But anyway, as I was just telling Sherlock we just came from St Paul's, the Tower, but they weren't letting anyone into Parliament, some big debate going on."