Catching up

“So, Sherlock, how are things up north?” Lord Smallwood asked her brother-in-law.

“Quiet, for the most part” he said.

He noticed a slight bulge int Lord Smallwood’s jacket.

“I assume congratulations are in order? Am I to take it I’m to be an uncle?” Sherlock said.

Lord Smallwood smiled.

“Nothing gets past you. Yes, I am with child.” She said.

Lord Smallwood was getting into her very late 60s, towards the end of a woman’s fertile years, though it was not unheard of to for extremely fit women to give birth into their 90s.

“Will you be staying for dinner, Sherlock? You shouldn’t have to rush about so much.” Lord Smallwood said.

“Of course my dear brother is staying. I’ll have the staff set another place for him.” Mycroft said as he rose. “ with you pardon, Husband?” He said as he curtsied and left.

“Sherlock... the case around Rothberg is delicate.”Lord Smallwood said “you need to be careful.”

“I’m surprised you’re not trying to talk me out of it?”

“If there is one thing I’ve learned about you Holmes ladies is that you never listen to anyone anyway...”

She said with a chuckle as she got up to leave.