Sherlock turned towards the door as Eirene entered; he heard her falter and put on an unaffected expression as if he woke up every day to a neck that looked like it had been used as a grown man’s pacifier.
”——And if these are?”
His eyes slid towards the bedroom door, where he knew Jim was most likely going through his clothes. Chocolate was difficult to wash out, and the consulting criminal was rather picky about his Westwood suits.
It was both Jim and Sebastian’s suggestion that she visit Sherlock. The latter was a surprise. Honestly, Eirene was surprised that Sebastian had not gotten sick of her depressing mood over the consulting detective. It was humiliating, really, that the man she called her best friend could affect her almost as much as her husband - just in a different way.
Sebastian had been beyond understanding while this vague shadow seemed to overhang their lives. He had not said anything when she had chosen to forego rest of the wedding planning for a simpler ceremony not long after that day at 221B. He let Jim get hopped up on red velvet cake, and still expected his wife’s brother to be the least bit respectful for some reason. The honeymoon was lovely and probably the only time Eirene really enjoyed herself.
Sebastian took all of it in stride, saying little to upset her. Then the time came around for another routine visit to the doctor and a sonogram, and “go talk to Holmes before we go” was all Sebastian said. Rarely did he order her around since Sherlock and Jim’s return. No reason to - she did not accompany him on jobs anymore. He was serious, now, though, as his hand found her belly, and she knew what he was thinking. They would most likely be finding out the genders of the babies tomorrow, after just over twenty weeks, and he wanted to be able to enjoy it with her. Eirene also imagined that he was tired of worrying about her when he could not really do anything about it and strangle Sherlock himself.
So she went for Sebastian, of all people, more than for herself, and she found herself - after a tip from Mrs. Hudson - at the front door of Mycroft Holmes’s humble abode.
"Brillant," she muttered as she knocked on the door. "An introspection before I’ll even be allowed to see anyone -"
"Eirene." The door opened quicker than she had expected, and she was consequently stunned for a moment, her monologue fading on her tongue as she stared up at Mycroft, gaping a bit.
"My - Mycroft."
"Congratulations again," the older man offered, though that lemon-sucking smile of his was plastered on - peeved and not the least bit sincere. Eirene found a hand going to her belly just out of protective instinct.
"Thank you. Is Sherlock at home?"
Mycroft gave her another once over before stepping past her, his umbrella in hand. ”I trust you know the way to the living room. I’ll be gone for at least an hour. Try not to do anymore damage while I’m away, hm?”
He walked off before Eirene could answer, and she stepped into the house in a daze, closing the door behind her. She was quickly revived, however, when a gunshot rang through the house, causing her to half-scream and bite her tongue to keep from swearing.
"For God’s sake. Sherlock, it’s Eirene. I came to see you, but I am not armed, and I’m five months pregnant. If you don’t want to see me, tell me, and I’ll go. Otherwise, put the gun away, please. As you may recall, we don’t have the most favorable history when it comes to firearms.”
Monologue spent, she slumped against the door, her heart pounding, and turned the knob.
[ Tell me to leave. No don’t. But you will. You will. Just … don’t. ]
The safety snapped on, he flung the weapon with an almost careless abandon at the open drawer, before sliding it shut with his hip and almost leaping onto the couch. “Come to return the gift, have you? Mm, I suppose silver spoons aren’t the best wedding present.”
Sherlock sighed, looking straight up the ceiling so as to avoid eye contact with her. He wasn’t in the mood for any arguments today, not since he’d been set back a few days in the latest case he’d been handling. A mysterious cyclist who had been dogging their new neighbor was enough to make him drop another potential case in London, mostly because he didn’t want to go back just yet.
The silence stretching between the two of them was uncomfortable, but he simply refused to be the one to break it. He did notice her belly was already starting to swell, a hint that she was carrying more than one, as he deduced.