Mycroft barely glanced up from his work at the soft knocking at his door; no doubt it was Anthea, bi

Mycroft barely glanced up from his work at the soft knocking at his door; no doubt it was Anthea, binging him tea and cakes. he always did feel peckish around mid-morning. Anthea approached his desk, clutching a file in her folded arms; darn, he was really looking forward to that tea. ”Good morning, sir,” she greeted with a smile, her eyes swivelling around the room, “how’s it going?”“Busy, as usual…” Mycroft replied, meticulously scrawling across his papers. Athea was still scanning the room, a slight frown appearing at her brow.“Where is Victor?”“Hmm?” Mycroft murmured distractedly before he remembered. His nephew, the child he’d been ordered to babysit for the day, despite his strongest protestations. His eyes widened. Shit, “ah, yes, he went for a…stroll.”Anthea raised an eyebrow, “at four months old?”"He is MY nephew, remember?” He snapped defensively, rolling his eyes, “we Holmes’ are fast learners,” he knew he was rambling but once he’d started he couldn’t stop. Anything to get that look off of his PA’s face. Mycroft waved a hand dramatically, “he’ll no doubt be solving a crime or dissecting a corpse before he’s in school. Anyway, I don’t see-”The office door swung open at that moment, followed by a tall suited man; he was sweating profusely and holding the missing infant in a carrier strapped to his chest. Anthea recognised him, one of the new interns assigned to Mycroft’s department; she couldn’t help but smile as the pieces fell into place.“I-I’m sorry, sir,” the flustered youngster started, lifting the wriggling baby from his confinement, “I-I’ve fed him and changed him and stuff but he keeps fussing. I think he wants you.”The intern bustled over to the desk, handing over Victor without another word, hastily running to the exit before his boss had time to react. Mycroft avoided Anthea’s gaze, instead looking into Victor’s large brown eyes; he was happily sucking his fingers, gurgling as he watched his seemingly unhappy Uncle. He noticed then that his nephew was wearing the bee-patterend babygro he had gifted Molly when he discovered she was pregnant. he allowed himself a small smile, a smile that didn’t go unnoticed by Anthea.“i’ll leave you to it, sir,” she said, stifling her giggles as she left the room.Mycroft suppressed a groan at the sight of the incoming Facetime call on his phone; he plastered a tight smile onto his face as he answered. His brother and sister-in-law popped into focus, the two of them sitting on an unfamiliar bed, wrapped in the sheet - honestly, how Molly had convinced Sherlock to go to that two-night couples retreat he’d never know.“Hi, Mycroft, how’s my little boy?” Molly cooed, trying to look past him in search of her son.“Oh, he’s…sleeping. Best not disturb him,” he stated casually. In truth, Victor was back with the intern having a nappy change.“Not keeping you up, is he?” His brother asked to which Mycroft shook his head.“Not at all. Sleeps through the night.”The two exchanged amused looks and Molly chuckled, shaking her head; she patted Sherlock’s knee fondly and left the camera; he heard the padding of feet on wood before the sound disappeared completely. He was left with Sherlock.“So…” his detective brother smirked, “who’s he with?”Mycroft sighed, “Goldberg.”“The new one?” Sherlock said in a tone that told Mycroft he’d made a huge mistake, “my son?”“I’m incredibly busy, must dash. See you soon,” he hung up the call before he could embarrass himself further. Hopefully, they weren’t too mad. He rather enjoyed babysitting.he may not be a hands-on uncle, but hell, he loves his wittle nephew ♥ -- source link

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