Thank you for loving me

Chapter 1.

Happy anniversary Mr. Holmes

Mycroft was bored, it didn't happen often but with certain official members of certain organisations he can't help but to feel, well bored. They pretend to know everything about everything and in reality they are far below par.

He wants to go home. Home is where his husband is. Home is where Greg was.

Mycroft couldn't stop the wistful smile from turning the straight lips up in a curve.

Even now, two years later he still has trouble comprehending the truth. He was in a steady relationship. He was married. He was happy. He was with Gregory Lestrade, now Holmes-Lestrade. To be honest, Mycroft kind of deleted the Lestrade part in his mind. To him it's Gregory Holmes. GH. Good heavens. Great husband. Good hugger. G...

"Hmm what?"

He quickly focused back on the man in front of him. The incompetent man in front of him actually dared to burst his day dream bubble. Insolent fool.

"I wanted to know if you wouldn't mind to stay involved, after all you do know how the ambassador can be?"

"Oh yes. Of course. I'll be delighted." Just smile and move on, the meeting is almost over. Just a little while to go. Mycroft kept repeating this in his head as he dealt with the man.

"Oh that's wonderful. For a moment there it looked as though your mind had wandered."

"Oh I can assure you, I am a hundred percent focused on you and this meeting, I was merely contemplating on how to deal with the ambassador, as you say, he can be a bit difficult."

"That's why I like you Mr. Holmes; you can keep a good head."

Mycroft put on his most placated face on, if only the idiot knew.

"You're so kind. Shall we meet next week, shall we say the same time?"

"We shall. Have a good day Mr. Holmes."

"You too, Mr. Caruthers."

With hardly a sign Anthea appeared from the back of the room to escort the man out.

Mycroft waited till the door close before he grabbed his phone. His fingers just pressed on speed dial button. Button one: Husband. Let no man say, Mycroft Holmes doesn't know his priorities.

"Holmes residence." Mycroft visibly relaxed at hearing Greg's voice. He knows that there was a smitten, stupid grin on his face, he couldn't care less.

"I'm looking for a Mr. Holmes" he asked in a jested way. Greg was laughing.

"Speaking. Although there's two Mr. Holmes at this residence."

"The amazing and loving silver fox one."

"Oh, you're in luck, the other one is the sexy hunk of dreams, but he is at work."

"He left you alone?" Mycroft asked in a mock mortified tone.

"He did, but he did promise to be home for dinner."

"That's acceptable."

"How's your day going Love, sounds very tedious and boring?" Greg inquired.

"How did you know?"

"You're calling me in the middle of the day and joking as well. You only do that when you're day is boring." Mycroft was impressed.

"You're good, tell me did you ever considered a job in the police force?"

"I did, made it too detective as well, got a badge and uniform. Although I don't need it anymore because I got something better."

"Sounds marvellous, what is it?"

"Your name. Can feel the genius and intelligence every time I say it."

"I like saying it."

"Yeah?"

"Mr. Gregory Holmes."

"Did you delete the Lestrade part in your mind?"

"What's that?" Mycroft replied innocently, making Greg laugh again.

"How is your day going?"

"Good. I picked up our dry cleaning, and then stopped for some groceries, mum and dad called, they're joining us for dinner tonight, said they want to celebrate with us on our anniversary before they go on that cruise tomorrow. I was thinking of making that Lamb roast with the sticky toffee pudding. Got some extra milk and eggs for the custard. I texted Sherlock to see if he'll come, but he hasn't replied. Oh and I called the gardening folks so they can start on the outdoor pergola."

"You've been busy."

"Well I'm not running the country, but I am making sure that the man who does is happy. Happy husband, happy government."

"Happy husband happy government? Really? Anyway he is more than happy. Joyous happy yes."

"Aww. Love you too. Listen Love I got to go and get started on the lamb, you go put my tax money to good use."

"I love you too Gregory. See you tonight. Oh happy anniversary."

"Joyous anniversary Love."

Mycroft was still smiling when Anthea came back.

"What did hubby say?"

"Hubby?" he probed with a small head tilt.

She gave a shrug and smile.

"He likes it when I call him that, he goes all gooey and soft."

Mycroft could feel his chest practically swell with pride. Gregory likes being a husband.

"Oh stop that puffing, you also like being a 'hubby'." Mycroft stared at her in disbelief.

"I'm not puffing."

"Please if your puff anymore you're magically going to turn into a peacock."

"There's no such thing as magic."

Anthea turned her head and looked thoughtful.

"Hmm yet he didn't deny the peacock comment."

"Away with you." He chases her away with some mirth.

She left him to finish his paperwork for the day.

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When Mycroft returned home, there was this amazing smell hanging in the air. He closed his eyes and let the smell overtake him.

Lamb roast with garlic and rosemary, saturated in a delicate and subtle wine. Roast vegetables; sweet potatoes, carrot, green beans, red onions and potatoes. Greg made couscous as he knows Mycroft preferred it to rice.

Ahh there it was, sweet sticky pudding with a small hint of cinnamon and warm smooth custard.

Hanging his coat he made his way to the dining room, and stopped. An overwhelming feeling of love and sentiment raced through his veins; his father and Sherlock was setting the table. Looking over to the table he shook his head and then he sighed. 'Oh Sherlock' on the table instead of a bouquet of flowers was a fish bowl with two goldfish swimming around. At the bottom instead of a small plastic tree, was a small plastic badge resting against a plastic umbrella. With a breath he mentally prepared himself to not say anything.

His father looked up. "Son! Welcome home."

"Father." Walking closer he met his father halfway in a hug. His father let go and went back to the table helping Sherlock with the finishing touches.

"Sherlock." Mycroft stepped closer to the table and touch the bowl.

"Interesting decor choices." Oh there goes that promise.

"Mycroft. Well Mummy said it's a personal family dinner and it seemed appropriate."

"I approve."

"I know."

With a head shake Mycroft went into the kitchen. His husband was busy transferring the roast from the oven pan to petri dish, his mother was a transferring the vegetables. They were laughing and chatting as if they've been a family for several years, instead of two.

"Hello."

"Myc!" Smiling he walked over to help her with the vegetables, putting the pan down she engulfed him a big hug. He didn't even try to correct her. After the hug she took the dish with vegetables and left the room.

Before Mycroft could turn to his husband Greg was attacking his lips with his. Mycroft pulled him closer his arms and hands covering his lower back.

"You know my parents are in the next room..." Mycroft whispered when Greg stopped kissing him his face in mock horror.

"Oh no. Luckily I put a ring on your finger, so I can kiss you anytime I want."

They stepped away and that's when Mycroft stopped dead for the second time that night.

"Gregory what are you wearing?"

"Sherlock gave it to me as a anniversary present, along with the fish bowl. I really like it."

Deciding that he should just give up he rolled his eyes.

He looked again at the apron. It was a dark red with white embroidery. It said;

"Some detectives marry the British Government, get over it."

Mycroft looked shocked for a moment and then slowly but surely one of the widest grins spread over his face. Greg leaned back and folded his arms.

"You like it, don't you."

"Oh very much."

"Thank Sherlock, it's his gifts."

"He really made some progress in the family department."

"He did, you do know he's spending more and more time here during the day?"

"Yes, I'm sure you're cooking and your input in his cases has nothing to do with it."

"Of course not, it's my charming personality, I attract all Holmes." Gregory played and Mycroft burst out laughing.

Giving Greg a quick kiss he leaned and rested his head on his husband's shoulder.

"You can attract all of them as long as you stay mine, and stay attracted to me only."

"No problem there, you're stuck with me Mr. Holmes not just these past two years but until we dance forever in the stars above."

"An imprisonment I'll gladly bare." Mycroft was holding his husband against the table, one leg between Greg's effectively prohibiting him from moving, not that he is complaining. In fact he pulled him a little closer by grabbing his belt loops on his trousers.

"All joking aside Love, these two years have been the best years I've ever had, thank you for loving me and making me one of the happiest men alive."

"I should thank you, for breaking every wall I've built, for showing that love and family is in fact the greatest advantage and strength a man can possess."

Greg didn't answer; he didn't know how to respond to that so he just held his husband as close as he could.

The sound of someone entering the kitchen separates them. Looking over Mycroft's shoulder he could see Sherlock looking at them with a near bored posture and a roll of his eyes.

"You're brother likes my apron." Greg commented with a smile.

"He approves the fish too."

"Two for two. Nice."

"I'm standing right here." Mycroft stated as he turned towards his brother.

"Mummy sends me for the lamb, and to say that dinner is ready."

"I also said to tell them they can celebrate later, right now they have guests." Mummy's voice came through the hallway as she entered the kitchen behind Sherlock.

Sherlock positively looked offended to his deepest core; Mycroft was a new shade of red. Gregory was beaming.

"Your family, not guests." He replied as he picked up the plate with the lamb. She just smiled at followed him out towards the living room. As they walked out she threw a last comment.

"Come on boys dinner won't wait."

Greg started chuckling and winked at his mum.

"Neither would the celebrations."

The Holmes brothers groaning and affronted voices could be heard as they walked towards the dining room.

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"Well that was a success." Mycroft looked around the bedroom, he left his husband here less than five minutes ago and now the room was empty; however there were candles burning everywhere, soft music on the speakers and the bed was covered in small pieces of coloured paper. Slowly he walked to the bed and picked a piece of paper up:

I love Mycroft because he has the most amazing soulful eyes.

He picked up another one;

I love Mycroft because he has the warmest heart.

He looked over the bed; there was dozens of paper, all with writing on it. One in particular caught his eyes he picked it up

I love Mycroft because he makes getting up in the morning worthwhile.

Mycroft swallowed a lump in his throat and had to blink several times to keep his tears contained.

"730."

"What?" He whispered as Greg walked up to him and wrapping his arms around his husband.

"730. There are 730 notes for you, one for every day of our marriage. There's so much more I'd like to say, but I'll save them for next year."

"Oh Gregory." Mycroft didn't even stop the tears from running down his face.

"I love you with every breath. Happy anniversary Love."

"I love you. Always. Forever. Thank you for loving me and marrying me Gregory."