[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

"Sherlock, where is Mycroft?" Francis' tone revealed a trace of anxiety, and she no longer wanted to hide her anxiety.

Francis turned the whole of Musgrave upside down, but he couldn't find any trace of McCaw.

Olos did come to Musgrave, but she only brought Sherlock and Watson, and no one but herself knew where Mycroft was.

But Oulos is no longer willing to speak a word.

Francis stood aside with a frown, a little worried about her husband, and the silence and coldness of England at night was frightening.

Sherlock took off his coat and put it on for Francis, after all, she was pregnant now, and her face was pale from the cold.

Francis thanked Sherlock, and Sherlock said, "If anyone in this world can trap Mycroft, it must be you, Francis."

Sherlock was comforting her, this kind of cognition made Francis look up at Sherlock, Mycroft once said that Sherlock was a sentimental child, but she couldn't help but think that maybe Sherlock is the most beautiful of the three Sherlock Holmes. good one.

Maybe that's why Sherlock is the dumbest.

"How do you plan to repair the relationship between the three of you?" Francis looked at the people from the shadow cabinet to bring Olos back to Sherringford Island. "Sometimes the rift is not so easy to heal once it is created."

Sherlock looked at Francis unexpectedly: "I thought you didn't like her, my sister, Olos."

"I really don't like her." Francis said lightly, "but she is McCoff's sister anyway, and you are a family. Family is a trouble that people can't let go of."

"No, we are a family. Francis, don't forget that your surname is also Holmes now." Sherlock said.

Francis pursed her lips and showed her first smile of the night, her blue eyes still had some worries and fears that couldn't be hidden.

An hour had passed by the time Lestrade arrived, but Inspector Beauty brought good news to Francis.

"Your Highness, we have found Mr. Holmes."

Francis immediately stood up straight, and she hurriedly asked, "Where is he?"

"In a prison. Mr. Holmes is safe now," said Lestrade succinctly.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows and found that Olos was like an angry child who liked to fight back. He patted Francis on the shoulder: "Stay with him, Francis, he is not as strong as you think."

"I'll take you to Your Highness." Lestrade still remembered the attack on Pall Mall Street, and he was worried about the safety of Her Royal Highness the Princess of Wales.

Francis is very grateful for this, she really has no extra energy and energy to drive or do other things, the only thing she wants to do now is to find McCauf.

Lestrade drove the car steadily. After all, Her Royal Highness the Princess of England was sitting in the back seat of him.

Francis sat in the backseat and closed her eyes. The moment she learned that McCoff was safe, her nerves relaxed slightly. She leaned on the back of the car. Pregnancy made her a little lethargic, especially when she was tense for a long time. After her nerves relaxed, her mind gradually became a little chaotic.

When Lestrade drove to the place where Mycroft was, McCoff was taking away the orange scare blanket with a disgusted expression, exactly the same as his younger brother.

Due to the sleeping princess in the back seat who didn't show signs of waking up, Lestrade called out in a medium voice: "Holmes."

Mycroft noticed Lestrade, and he raised his eyebrows in surprise. They were imprisoned by Olos for a whole day, and the past 24 hours were nothing short of a nightmare.

"His Royal Highness is resting in the back seat." Lestrade's words made the hesitation in Mycroft's heart gradually dissipate.

Mycroft gently opened the car door, and saw the blond head leaning on the back of the seat, the pair of beautiful blue eyes were closed tiredly, even though he was covered in dust, Francis was still a beautiful and beautiful girl.

"Alik." Mycroft got into the car, but Francis still didn't respond. He couldn't help calling her name softly, "Alik? Alek!"

Mycroft called Francis one after another, but the sleeping princess was like the Sleeping Beauty in a fairy tale, unable to wake up no matter what, he turned to Lestrade and said loudly: "Quick, drive to the nearest hospital. Alek .”

He put Francis in his arms, her hands were frozen cold by the night in England, and the breath that could be felt around his neck made his heart feel a little bit of stability.

She's just so tired.

The physique of pregnant women cannot be generalized with other people.

Many ideas came to Mycroft's mind to comfort himself.

Lestrade was about to go crazy. He prayed to God in his heart that no accident would happen to the Princess of Wales. Otherwise, who knows what the British government will do after losing its mind?

Lestrade drove the car fast and steady, and soon he was driving the car to a nearby hospital.

Francis was taken to the hospital by McCoff, and the director of the hospital naturally recognized the Princess of Wales, who was in the limelight recently, and quickly asked experts from various disciplines to consult.

McCoff didn't waste time with the dean. He directly asked the obstetrician and gynecologist of this hospital to see Francis. After a series of examinations, the obstetrician and gynecologist said that Her Royal Highness's body is normal, and the baby in her abdomen The fetus is also normal.

After Lestrade breathed a sigh of relief, Mycroft frowned and asked the doctor, "But why can't she wake up? She had always had a very light sleep before."

"Pregnant women will experience various reactions during early pregnancy, such as morning sickness, nausea, lethargy. Due to pregnancy, the hormones in pregnant women change, and their physique will change. All these are normal reactions." Doctors have seen too many For family members, it is rare for a wife like McCoff to be nervous and calm, "However, I suggest that Your Highness should stay in the hospital for observation. Her Royal Highness's physical examination found that the BMI index is thin. For the sake of safety, I want to observe in the hospital for two days."

"Okay." Mycroft accompanied Francis, and Lestrade went to admit the couple to the hospital.

All Francis woke up in the hospital. This time, the lights in the hospital did not make her dizzy. She moved her hand and found a foreign body sensation on her arm. When she looked up, it turned out to be an injection in her arm. Looking at the infusion tube, he found Mycroft sitting on the sofa and reading documents.

He is still the three-piece suit that never goes wrong. Francis let go of his hanging heart and couldn't help but regret that he didn't see McCoff in a panic.

She tried to lighten her throat, but she felt a prong-style oxygen tube placed between her nose, and she called Mycoff hoarsely: "Myc."

Hearing Francis' voice, Mycroft immediately put down the document in his hand, walked quickly to Francis, and kissed her on the cheek: "Alik, what do you think?"

"Why am I here? I remember sitting in Inspector Lestrade's car, and then I fell asleep." Francis kissed Mycroft back on the face, waiting for her husband to answer her doubts.

"You've been sleeping all day, and the doctor said you were too tired." Mycroft was worried about Francis all day long. If it wasn't for the normal vital signs on the monitor, he would not be able to restrain his impatience up.

"Yes, I feel a little tired. Are you all right, dear?" Francis felt well now, and she asked her husband, after all, he suffered far more than she did.

"I'm fine, Eric..."

"You are a liar, Myc." Francis interrupted Mycoff, and she said flatly, "I have been to Sherinford, and I watched the video of your game."

Mycroft was a little silent, he held Francis' hand, and the warm touch at that moment made Francis miss so much that he almost shed tears.

Oh, the damn excess hormones.

Made her so sentimental.

"Oluosi is the most special one among us. At that time, we all thought Sherlock was a little idiot. Her IQ rating was a rare genius in a century, even surpassing Newton. She always made me feel uneasy." Mycroft's tone of voice when he mentioned Olos was always complicated.

But Francis can understand that Mycroft has a kind of fear for Olos. This fear stems from Olos' influence on everyone and his feelings for Olos. He wants to fulfill all the wishes of his sister. As long as she needs it, but only if it doesn't endanger England.

This generation of Sherlock Holmes has superior intelligence, but they cannot express their emotions.

"After she killed Sherlock's partner, she set fire twice. After another arson, Uncle Rudy was going to hide the fact that Orlos was still alive. Later, I took over Rudy's work, and I didn't know that Orlos Ruth is still alive," Mycroft said.

Frances got up from the bed, and Mycroft supported her, put a pillow for her to make her more comfortable, and then handed her a glass of water.

She took a sip and moistened her throat. She opened her arms and hugged her husband on one side, burying her face in his belly.

Francis's gentle embrace seemed to have magical powers, dispelling the influence of Olos on Mycroft, those uneasiness and fear were like fragile bubbles being pierced by a finger.

"Mycroft." Francis called his husband's name.

Mycroft covered her soft blond hair and responded, "Yeah."

Francis's words softened Mycroft's heart.

"We go home."

The author has something to say: the daily routine of starting pregnancy and giving birth