The Man With The Umbrella

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Who would've guessed that it would take just the one time having sex with each other to create life...

That thought would haunt Amelia in the end. Again, she felt as though that this moment was only the beginning of the chaos in store and elegantly planned or as she would later know it as, The East Winds blow...

Mycroft wasn't there as she woke up, he wasn't even home if she were to judge it by the fact that his side of the queen-sized bed was neatly made with not a crinkle in sight.

She fell back onto her pillow with the duvet covering her waist down, holding her arm over her eyes as the sun peaked in between the black curtains. Although she welcomed the warmth she didn't enjoy the blinding light.

Sitting up slightly knowing very well that she couldn't just fall back asleep, she hissed in pain of her womanhood. She wasn't bleeding by any means but she was extremely sore and sensitive.

She didn't know whether to laugh or cry at her own dismay and Mycroft's ego boost to satisfaction.

He was definitely going to be a smug bastard about this.

Releasing out a heartfelt laugh, her eye caught the paper resting on his nightstand. Crawling on her hands and knees to his side of the bed, she read the paper,

'Breakfast's already been plated up for you.

Have a bath, eat, rest.

Yours, Mycroft.'

Folding the paper in a neat half, she laughed again, imagining how painful it must of been for Mycroft to show sentiment in ink. Yours. Mycroft would never understand how that plain word in its simplest of form made her heart flutter.

And her heart did whisper that he had done it for her.

***

Wrapped up in her own dressing gown for a change, Amelia clung onto the banister as she slowly walked down the stairs. The plush carpet at the bottom of the stairway felt like heaven to her frozen feet as she walked along it towards the kitchen.

She ate her hearty breakfast with delight in the textures and pain from her burning legs. Mycroft was never one to simply cook a meal unless he was stressed, she had come to learn but her heart fluttered more that he was willing to do the little things just for her.

Half an hour later, Amelia was sat comfortably in the bath, welcoming the new sensation of burning warmth that seemed to soothe the dull ache whilst reading over her favourite pages of, Pride and Prejudice.

She wasn't exactly sure as to why she was reading the blasted book but something about doing so in the moment, seemed right. An hour later, Amelia was dressed with damp hair, tiptoeing to his open office to slide the book back onto the shelf next to, Persuasion also by Jane Austin.

It felt awkward to the girl due to the fact that she packed all her things away about a week or so ago, to simply be in the presence of Mycroft's home with uncertainty of what to do.

Her face was slowly accumulating the traditional colour of redness as she recalled the previous night inside her mind. She may of even moaned slightly whilst rubbing her legs together to decrease her feelings from down below.