Baby Blues
Part 11by Mary Christmas (unicorn_76010 at lycos.com)
4/22/02
Chapter Ten
"Twins," Lestrade repeated, a dumbfounded expression on her
face. Holmes understood how she felt, even if it wasn't him in the
situation.
"That's right, dearie," Dawson said, her voice soothing.
Holmes frowned. There was something familiar in the way she said her
r's, though he couldn't quite place it. "Now," Dawson continued,
"multiples can cause extra complications, and with it being a
monozygotic pregnancy there are even more. I still don't think you
need quit what you're doing just yet, but we do need to monitor you
more closely. I'll see you in two weeks, and send you some
information in an email. Good day." She signed off.
"Twins," Lestrade repeated, the same dumbfounded expression
present. "I'm...having twins." She looked up at him, and he nodded
sympathetically, unsure of what to do. "I'm having twins, Holmes!"
He was startled when she hugged him suddenly; though she let go as
quickly. "Can you believe it?"
"Well...."
"I've got to tell...no...no, I am not going to tell them. No
way. It'll just cause more problems than I need right now. No, not
till it's time. Well, I've got to get home and changed. I'm expected
in this evening. Got some paperwork to finish up...." She made a
face. "But I'd rather get it done now than have it to do later when
I have little to no time...."
"Indeed," Holmes agreed. "Though I think you should
reconsider telling your aunt and mother. They have worked so hard on
your nursery, and it's still soon enough that they can change the
plans to include two...."
"Zed! You're right...as usual." Her eyes narrowed, "That was
to get me back for the 'family heirloom' remark, wasn't it?"
"Not at all, Lestrade." He affected a hurt look. "I am
ashamed to know that you could think so little of me. If I were to
get you back for something like that, I assure you it would be much
more humiliating."
Lestrade's eyebrows shot up, and she shook her head. "Yeah,
yeah, Mister know-it-all...Well, come on, if you're going to escort
me home...."
Lestrade settled back in her chair, finally finished with the
last of the paperwork. It hadn't actually been all that bad.
Especially when she had had things to take her mind off the
dullness, if only for a little while.
She really had been relieved when she found out Peters was
just a hologram. And finding out Jenny was Jacey had been a pleasant
surprise. She didn't really have to worrry as much about the girl.
Wiggins had shown that he was looking after her by bringing Holmes
to the building.
She smiled, remembering the very indignant expression on his
face after he overheard her comment. Good thing he hadn't heard the
rest of the conversation. Honestly, who did Alice think she was,
suggesting that she and Holmes would make a cute couple. And that
crack about catching the bouquet at her wedding? Nobody belived in
those old superstitions anymore.
Checking the clock, she decided to simply call Mom and Aunt
Janine from here, then go over to Baker Street and see what Holmes
and Watson were up to.
Several minutes later, she was seated in a chair opposite
Watson in the kitchen of 221b, eating apple pie. She needed the
sugar after talking -- okay, arguing -- with her aunt. As she had
predicted, telling them about the twins had only made her two
matriarchs become even more protective -- therefore, more vicious in
their demands that she quit work. She was glad Watson was a
perceptive person, because he had almost immediately offered her the
pie after she came in and asked where Holmes was.
Holmes -- as it turned out -- wasn't anywhere around, but
Watson had said he had been preoccupied with something for about a
week. The robot assumed it was a case of some sort. Lestrade had
quickly rationalized the disappointment she felt as simple annoyance
that part of her plans had been ruined.
"Thanks, Watson," she said as she finished, "I really needed
that." She pushed the three-quarters empty pie tin away from her.
"So I see," Watson said dryly.
She blushed and shrugged. "I haven't had this good of apple
pie in years....Aunt Janine and Mom always seem to ruin the recipe
somehow. Dad says that the only reason they cook bad when I'm around
is because I only seem to make it over when they're both trying to
cook at the same time."
"Well, I am glad somebody enjoyed it. You know how Holmes is
when he's on a case...no eating, no sleeping..." The compudroid gave
a heavy sigh. "He can be difficult to get along sometimes,
especially when he's bored. And when he's on a case, he sometimes
forgets that other people are around, people who might care about
him."
Lestrade frowned and stared at him. "Watson, are you unhappy
here?"
"Oh, no! Most assuredly not! I was just trying to...It's just
that I've noticed something...." He trailed off.
"Noticed something?"
"Yes, I've noticed that you seem to be paying just a bit more
attention than usual to Holmes. Then I realized that you've been
doing that all along. No, please let me finish. I still have the
memory files from before I uploaded Dr. Watson's journals, and even
then you praised Holmes. Now, I agree that he is a highly
intelligent person, but he is not the type to get romantically
involved with anyone. You've read those same journals; surely you
saw it as well. I just don't want to see you get hurt."
Lestrade blinked once, then started laughing. "Watson, I'm
glad you're looking out for me, but Holmes to me is just a friend.
A very good friend like you. Trust me, I am not romantically
inclined towards Holmes. And yeah, before I brought him back to
life, I did kinda see him as larger than life...but that was before
I actually met the guy."
Watson sighed and nodded, but did not look convinced at all.
"Well, just be careful, Inspector."
"Believe me, Watson, even if I were inclined towards
Holmes...I would never ever admit it for just that reason. So don't
worry, okay?"
"All right."
This part dedicated to the people who discussed my idea
about Watson not being too happy on the H/L shippy front....
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