Bets {Mycroft Holmes x Reader}
May i request a mycroft x (younger) reader. Reader is mycrofts wife and pregnant. She does not know yet and ofcourse mycroft does, just by looking at her. She comes along with mycroft when he visits sherlock. Sherlock also deduces it and wants to say something about it, but mycroft gives him a look :p. When she goes to the toilet or something, they talk and make a bet, how long it takes for her to find out herself. John is also there and takes a lot longer to understand whats going on. Thanks!
Mycroft x Pregnant! Wife! Reader
You adjusted the sweater you had put on, looking at yourself in the mirror to make sure you looked somewhat presentable. A small smile graced your lips as you saw Mycroft enter the room with damp hair, having just taken a shower. Turning around, you watched as he walked towards the closet and pulled out a maroon-colored tie to go with the black suit he had brought with him to the bathroom.
Turning to look at you, Mycroft have you a soft smile. It was uncharacteristic for him to do such a thing, but as of recently, he seemed to be smiling more. These were practiced or forced smiles, rather they were the most genuine smiles you have seen him give. They made his eyes shine brightly as if he had just been gifted with the most beautiful gift ever, and it often made your heart race just a bit faster every time you saw it.
Had you known why he smiled like that, you’d be doing the same. You had yet to discover the gift in which made Mycroft smile so brightly, the gift of a child.
It was strange, even for Mycroft, to think that something like a baby, especially one that was to be his own, could make the Ice Man melt so quickly. It hadn’t even been born yet, and already Mycroft had sworn to himself that he’d give his life for the child.
Ever since you entered Mycroft’s life you had changed it little by little. He hated it at first, the fact that a mere goldfish could make him worry so much when given a cut, or become so angry when seeing a tear shed, even laugh at a stupid joke. But, Mycroft had discovered that you were no goldfish, rather you were so far from it. You were an angel which brightened every room you walked into.
That was why Mycroft has been so attracted to you because no matter how bad a situation was, you always found a way to look at the positive, something that Mycroft could never seem to do. You were his complete opposite. He was so outwardly cold and harsh, but you are so kind and understanding.
Of course, like every marriage, you had both gotten into arguments, some that even ended in shouting. Yet, you had always seemed to find yourself apologize so quickly after a fight. You even made Mycroft feel guilty at times.
It was strange to think that Mycroft could fall in love with someone like you. Frankly, it had shocked everyone when they first met you. Sherlock even accused his brother of paying you a good sum of money just to make it seem like someone cared for him. That was not the case, he later found out when you both shared a brief kiss that clearly showed the relationship was no hoax.
So, as Mycroft stood before you, the tie he had selected now perfectly in place, you took his hand and made your way out of the room after grabbing everything you needed.
With a small hum, Mycroft asked, “Are you ready to visit my brother?” His blue eyes were focusing on the side of your face as he spoke while reaching out for the handle of the front door. He opened it for you, watching as you turned your head to look at him.
“It isn’t like I haven’t met him before, dear,” you replied, walking out of the manor and waiting for Mycroft to lock and close the door before heading towards the car he had called for earlier.
“Yes, I suppose you are right,” he responded before turning back to you and walking down the walkway with you.
Your brows furrowed for a second, questioning why Mycroft had seemed to ask such a question. You were clueless to the fact that he had asked that because he worried that his brother would spoil the gift that made his day.
Mycroft had been worried about Sherlock deducing the fact that you were with child and ending up mentioning it without realizing. Sherlock seemed to do things like that often, always mentioning subjects at the worse time. He never realized he did it, and it’d often times end him up in some trouble.
However, as the car drove to Baker Street, and eventually arrived in front of 221B, Mycroft’s worry began to show by the way he cleared his throat as he saw Mrs. Hudson- who had opened the door for you both.
Thanking her, you and Mycroft walked through the door, and after saying a quick hello to Mrs. Hudson, you turned to Mycroft.
“Are you alright, Mycroft, you seem a little out of it today,” you noted, gripping his hand a bit to stop him front entering his brother’s flat.
Instantly, Mycroft has straightened out and made sure that no signs of worry or stress were given off. “I’m fine, my love,” he assured, purposely not giving an excuse, knowing that you wouldn’t buy it.
For the meantime you just nodded but continued to keep a close watch on him, however, as you both entered Sherlock and John’s flat, you got distracted from your husband.
“Doctor Watson, Sherlock,” Mycroft greeted, giving them both a small smile, something that instantly caused Sherlock to furrow his brows.
“Mycroft, Y/N,” Sherlock nodded, sitting in his usual seat, John across from him. John had given you both a wave and a smile before standing up.
“Would either of you like some tea?” John offered before he headed off to the kitchen when both of you nodded
You took a seat beside Mycroft on the settee, Mycroft’s arm instantly sneaking around your waist in a protective like fashion.
“Mycroft, why are you here?” Sherlock asked abruptly before he scanned you quickly and came up with his own conclusion. “Never mind, I think I found the answer. Cong-“ he instantly stopped speaking as Mycroft gave him a sharp glare, one which you hadn’t noticed since you were distracted by John who was handing you your tea.
Mycroft cleared his throat again, this one sounding much like one that he’d give in a meeting rather than one that showed signs of nervousness. Thankfully, you hadn’t paid attention to the sound, both because you were no longer paying attention to Mycroft as closely as you told yourself you would, but also because you and John had struck up a conversation yourselves.
Sherlock looked at his brother with a raised brow after he stopped talking. He quickly realized why his brother had given him a look and grinned slightly, the thought of you not knowing you were pregnant caused Sherlock to question his brother on why he hadn’t told you yet.
However, Mycroft changed the subject quickly, distracting his brother from his own thoughts by asking, “Have you received any recent cases?”
Sherlock shook his head and sighed softly. “No, Lestrade hasn’t gotten any good ones and no clients have shown up with decent cases. They’re all far too easy for me.”
Mycroft nodded and continued to converse with his brother, switching from subject to subject and even playing a game of deductions with one another.
You and John both watched in amazement as to how the Holmes brothers could do such a thing. However, Sherlock was subtly sneaking in hints about a child, that only Mycroft had caught on to. Mycroft had narrowed his eyes when his brother made the first subtle remark and went along with it so neither you or John would be suspicious enough to ask why he had changed the topic.
But, when you stood up to go to the restroom, Sherlock began to hammer his brother with questions.
“Why haven’t you told her yet?” Sherlock asked, leaning back in his chair as he looked at Mycroft, raising a brow as he waited for the answer.
Mycroft huffed quietly and rolled his eyes. “Because she deserves to find out on her own. If I told her it’d spoil the most important moment in her life,” he answered, crossing his arms.
“Discovered what?” John questioned, his brows furrowed in confusion.
The two brothers ignored the doctor and just continued the Q&A session that was happening between them.
“How long until you think she finds out?” was another question that Sherlock had asked before he gave his answer first. “I’d say another month.”
Mycroft scoffed and shook his head. “You don’t give my wife enough credit,” Mycroft argued, “give her a week and she’ll realize it.”
John stares at the two, completely confused as to what was being discussed. He just gave up trying to figure out what the two were talking about and leaned back just as you walked in again.
“What are you both talking about?” you asked, looking over at Mycroft with a small smile before shifting your gaze quickly to Sherlock than to John.
Mycroft smiled again, holding his hand out for you when you came closer to him. He held it carefully in his as you sat back down beside him, his hand letting go of your before he placed it softly on your knee. “Nothing dear.”
