The Man With The Umbrella

- 52 -

People do wondrous things in the name of love.

Mycroft would learn that in time; Amelia's memory, his dear wife's memory, would always feel like home to him. So whenever his mind would wonder in the future, it always would find a way back to her.

Sherlock would learn that in time; Amelia's memory, his dearest sister in-laws memory, would be in the bitter tears that escape him as he would stand at her grave beside his best friend's, John Watson and Mary Watson.

John would learn in time; Amelia's memory, his baby sister that he wasn't always the best brother to, would be in everything that he would do, everywhere he would go and in everyone he would ever meet.

For mummy and daddy Watson, Amelia's memory, their youngest daughter's memory, would be breathed into their very lives in pain. Heart-wrenching, heart-breaking and miserable pain. It would hurt Margaret the most due to the fact that she knew in herself she wasn't always the mother Amelia deserved. For Reginald, it would resort to taking antidepressant medication to ease the emotional wound of losing his baby girl.

Above all, out of everyone to have the pleasure to know of Amelia Delilah Watson, it would effect Viola the most. After all, a daughters mourning would never be complete and it would never completely end. It would effect the Watson child in ways that she would be angered by the world. She would inflict the world with her paining loss and no one would scold her for it.

As a matter of fact, Mycroft would grow close to the child and help her exhibit her pain in a more remote and healthier environment. Viola Gracie Watson would become the perfect distraction to Mycroft Holmes after the funeral...

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Amelia woke up the next day feeling sore but accomplished from the man lying beside her. Rolling onto her stomach to check the time on her phone, she slowly got out of bed and stepped into the shower hissing every so often at the burning sensation from her thighs.

Mycroft woke up the moment he felt Amelia shift off his chest. Seeing himself to do no better, he hopelessly walked to the bathroom and engulfed his wife around the waist.

He had to kiss her shoulder from behind as he heard the soap-bar fall from her hands in surprise. "Apologies." He mumbled in a voice Amelia seemed to enjoy.

His morning voice.

She rolled her eyes in pleasure of living in the moment before turning around in his arms to tip on her toes to kiss his nose. He seemed a little flummoxed at the gesture and Amelia giggled in response. "You're so cute, Holmes." She gushed in jest whilst running her fingers through his chest of hair.

Mycroft's eyes thinned down on her and it looked as though he was snarling at her. "I do not do cute." He responded back whilst standing a little taller. Amelia rolled her eyes again in snarky comeback. "You do when your not acting as Mister British Government." She pointed out whilst rubbing her cheek slightly from the shower head sprays. "Very well." He muttered as if he was giving in.

Amelia didn't have the chance to utter a syllable as he pushed her ravenously up against the wall. Her scream was placed on hold as he was quick to slither his arms between her thighs to pick her up. The ending result showed Amelia grasping a hold of the metal bar above her head with her legs dangling over her husbands arms as he cupped her from her bottom.

Her heart felt as though it was in her stomach as she gazed to Mycroft and he gazed back to her with a darkness surrounding his blue orbs. A quirk of amusement settled on his face as he dipped closer to her and she, doing no better, slowly and carefully encased her arms around his neck.