Loving a Holmes

Christmas with the Holmes

It had been a few months since John and Mary's domestic in our flat. Sherlock had been released from hospital just in time for Christmas. As a result, his mother wanted to have us all over the Holmes' cottage. It was a nice thought, even though having all of us in a cottage together may not be the best idea, but I guess that's what families do. Sherlock, Mycroft, Mrs. Holmes, for some reason Bill Wiggins, a young man Sherlock has all but taken under his wing, and I are in the kitchen. Sherlock is sitting near the table, in an armchair, playing on his phone, while Mycroft and I talking about different political issues. Oddly enough Mycroft and I have a lot in common and are get along splendidly. Mrs. Holmes comes in and places a basket of potatoes, on Mycroft's laptop, which he has placed almost in the middle of the table. "Is this your laptop, Mikey?"

"Yes that is and it has all the information to protect the free world on it, which you have potatoes on." Mycroft smirks up to his mother.

"Well then you shouldn't have it sitting on the table."

"It's been Christmas day for a least a week now, why is it only twelve o'clock? Why are we doing this? We never do this."

I sigh softly. "Because Sherlock is home for hospital."

Mrs. Holmes smiles at me. "That's right, my dear. And Sherlock got married to Madison."

Sherlock rolls his eyes. "We aren't married, just wear the bands."

"Well, I'm counting it as my little boy getting married and if I ever find the person who put a bullet in my boy, I'll turn absolutely monstrous. We are happy they are together and Sherlock is better."

Mycroft smiles up at his mother sarcastically. "Am I happy too? I haven't checked."

"Behave, Mike."

"Mycroft is the name you gave me if you could suffer through till the end."

Mrs. Holmes scolds him before heading into the living room with a cup of tea for Mary. Mycroft sips some of the punch, as he does Sherlock leans forward and rubs my back. "You should have some punch too."

I shake my head. "I'm not really that thirsty." Honesty, I was kind of thirst but I had smelled the drink and it smelled a little odd, so I don't want to drink any of it.

"Are you sure?"

I nod. "Yeah, I'm sure."

Sherlock takes a deep breath and seats back, but he leaves his hand on my back, rubbing my back with his thumb. This isn't odd for him, but he normally does this when I am having trouble sleeping. Before long Mycroft stands to leave the room. "If I am going to be stuck in here with family for the next six to eight hours, I need some air."

He takes his coat off the back of his chair and heads on the kitchen to the main door. Sherlock is still playing on his phone when Billy comes in. "Have you had any of the punch, Mrs. Holmes."

When he calls me Mrs. Holmes I look up to him a little surprised. "Bill, it's Ms. Love, not Holmes. Sherlock and I aren't actually married, and no I haven't. Plus, I'd rather you call me Madison anyway."

"Oh, sorry. Do you want any? It's really good."

I shake my head. "No, thank you, Bill." I glance over to my shoulder to Sherlock, who is still looking down at his phone, shrugging his shoulders. It takes me a few minutes to get an idea of what they are doing. "Did you two put something in the punch?"

Billy becomes nervous, shrugging his shoulders, while Sherlock kind of drops his phone. Before I can get a clear answer out of both of them, Sherlock stands. "I'm going to go join Mycroft."