ooc: Hellloooo :)
Postpartum ↘
Anthea smiles softly at Sherlock’s words and nods. “I wasn’t told much, but what I was told was relieving. I’m glad he put your worries to rest. Sounds exactly what the doctor ordered.”’ She laughs softly before taking a few steps toward the door as John wakes up more fully.
“Now that you’re here, I probably should be going. I may stop by the nursery to see Lupa on my way out. If you two need anything, please don’t hesitate to text or call. I’ll be more than happy to assist in anyway I can.”
If she wants to leave then that’s her choice. She has kept John company these past few minutes and there’s not much left for her to do, but what she has done, Sherlock is grateful for. He nods and gives her his thanks, a small smile on his lips. “Thank you for comforting John, Anthea. I’m sure he was panicking irrationally until you came along.”
After speaking he throws an affectionate look John’s way, scanning all the signs of fatigue evident in the other’s face. He could do with a few more hours of sleep without various visitors popping in and out, yet Sherlock can’t stand to wait any longer to make sure that he’s alright.
Violet slides furthur away from the door, closing it gently behind her. Her eyes low, only snapping up to Anthea when she immediately presumes she had the right to go and gawp over her grandchild, as if hovering around John hadn’t been rude enough.
“They won’t need your assistance.” She chimes in without a second of hesitation. “Not while I’m around, and yes, I do agree. Your leave is quite due.”
Her voice is an airy chip, speaking as though it is simple and she is silly not to have realised it yet. The woman had quite over-stepped her boundaries, though far be it for Violet to realise that perhaps she is doing the same thing.
High functioning friend: vsherrinford: ooc: I’ve been having a little think after seeing ‘The... ↘
ooc: I’ve been having a little think after seeing ‘The Bridges of Madison County’ and .. I’ll admit I am very tempted to create Violet’s husband. Perhaps a stern, strict and sharp suited muscian (who maybe urged Sherlock into practicing the violin). It’s just a passing fancy…
ooc: Too many films, dear. Too many films XD Thank you. Like I said this is probably me on a TBOMC high, he probably won’t get much thought past this but, I just wanted to know what people thought :)
ooc: I’ve been having a little think after seeing ‘The Bridges of Madison County’ and .. I’ll admit I am very tempted to create Violet’s husband. Perhaps a stern, strict and sharp suited muscian (who maybe urged Sherlock into practicing the violin). It’s just a passing fancy that probably won’t happen, but if it did I was thinking Clint Eastwood. Purely for that film XD I always thought Mycroft looked more like Mummy anyway~
What do you think?
Postpartum ↘
It isn’t a deep sleep, and even when the door rattles he stirs. Only subtly, and he settles again, with the monitor at his bedside emitting intermittent bleeps. With the anaesthetic, painkillers and sheer fatigue still fresh in his system, exhaustion would be a problem for a while. On top of the medication he would have to take for the after treatments.
As people around him begin to talk, John begins to gently shift. He murmurs something incoherent as he wakes, his fingers giving a twitch.
Her eyes return to the door as Sherlock enters, spotting none other than the dreaded Mummy Holmes. She knew she’d run into the woman again, but she was hoping to prolong the meeting for as long as possible. The deterioration of the other woman’s happy expression certainly hadn’t escaped her notice, but she chooses to simply ignore her and focus on Sherlock’s question.
“Yes, he did. I assume they brought me here when you went to see Lupa. You did see him, correct?” Of course, Anthea meant more than just the baby Lupa but certainly wasn’t going to say anything in present company. “He’s doing just fine, merely sore and exhausted.”
His eyes dart to John as he begins to shift, watching him wake up in his own time. Maybe they should have kept their voices down though there’s no avoiding it now. He’s simply glad that nothing’s kicked off yet.
“Of course we saw him,” his tone is light as he remembers the way Lupa has stared confusedly up at his father and grandmother, wonder clear in his bright blue eyes. And the other Lupa as well, what a great shock that was. With hope he’ll never be directing his son out of a fire escape ever again. “It was…different, to say the least. Though my worries have been settled.”
What right does she have being here, anyway? The last time Violet checked, moments as intimate as these are not extended to personal assistants, or whatever she claims to be. She still isn’t all that convinced the woman isn’t giving her oldest a ride for his money.
“Different, Sherlock? The child is perfect, in every way.” She comments, breaking into a wide-lipped smile though there is something not altogether genuine in it. Who knows how long she can keep that up.
