[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

Anthea swears that when it comes to dog abuse in the whole world, she only obeys the devil and the princess couple.

A few days ago, when she received the order from the Boss to send the documents to the Casablanca Manor, she had a bad feeling in her heart. Every time the Boss chose to work at home, it was the time when the majority of single dogs were hit hard.

Anthea arrived in Casablanca with the documents, and the servant told her that the husband was walking in the garden with Her Royal Highness. Her Royal Highness was wearing a pure white furry turtleneck sweater and a pair of denim trousers. People are so youthful.

If ignoring her slightly protruding belly, Anthea would think that the princess is still an adolescent girl, and the boss at the side looks like a father and daughter.

But Anthea dared not express her thoughts.

Francis was very pleasantly surprised to see Anthea. After all, he hadn't seen Anthea for a long time. She had been staying at Casablanca Manor since she became pregnant, and even McCoff in Cambridge helped her ask for leave.

News of her pregnancy had spread across England, Cambridge students were bright and gossipy, after all.

After the birth of Prince George, the public began to look forward to the baby in the belly of the Princess of Wales.

Francis went for a checkup and it was a girl.

The result was a pleasant surprise for both her and Mycroft. Frances wanted a daughter who would have the same blonde hair as her and would become a princess of England.

While McCoff is delighted to be his daughter, he has some concerns.

After all, Holmes's genetic inheritance made him deeply worried. What if his daughter became the next Olos?

He would never allow his daughter to stay in Sherringford.

Since Francis became pregnant, Mycroft seemed to suffer from a disease called persecution paranoia. He felt that the world was not safe at all, so he did not let Francis go out.

Francis just rolled his eyes at this.

"Etiquette, Eric, this is not good for prenatal education." Mycroft followed Francis step by step.

Francis broke out in such a daily reminder, and she turned to her husband: "Mycroft, if you are like this, I will climb a tree now."

McCoff had no choice but to surrender, but still followed his pregnant wife step by step.

Anthea said that she didn't want to pay attention to the couple dogs at all, it really blinded her eyes every minute.

What's even more outrageous is that the time when the boss is working is the time when the princess is taking a nap. He must work while he can see the princess, and the princess must be within ten meters of him.

The point is, as the secretary of the Boss, the most she does now is cover the quilt for His Royal Highness who is kicking the quilt, and she is not allowed to watch His Highness sleep, otherwise the Boss will get revenge.

Anthea thought—is it too late to resign now?

Boss, can't you care about single dogs?

Anthea complained silently in her heart, but she didn't say it out loud, because she knew that in the eyes of the boss, she wasn't even a dog, at most she was a stupid goldfish.

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And as England's cool and domineering chief of secret service, the British government researches every day what to eat for pregnant wives, Boss, don't you think it's too crappy?

Where's your Jack Su halo?

As a wife who sleeps next to him every day, how could Mycroft not be aware of Francis's health concerns, but Francis is very optimistic.

She came and went under South African artillery fire, and the child was still in her belly. This child showed a strong side when it was a fertilized egg.

But Mycroft didn't think much about it. After all, Francis had suffered from aplastic anemia, and the burden of having a child was heavier for her than the average person.

One month after returning from South Africa, the child needs to absorb nutrients to grow in the mother's womb. All the nutrients Francis ingested were absorbed by the child, causing her to suffer from malnutrition again.

Mycroft specially invited him to be a Chinese chef. It is said that the Chinese are especially good at nursing during pregnancy and after pregnancy.

Frances was touched by this, and she obediently cooperated with McCoff, because she found that her husband was anxious about the pregnancy.

When Francis' belly was seven months old, the Holmes family once again ushered in Christmas.

The relationship between Mycroft and his parents is much better than it was when the Holmeses knew their young daughter was alive, and both want to mend their relationship.

McCoff has his own considerations for doing this, but no one will get a satisfactory answer emotionally.

Francis followed Mycroft to the Sherlock Holmes's house for Christmas, because McCoff watched closely, she didn't climb the ladder to put the stars, Watson did it for her.

Sherlock invites Watson and his daughter Rosamund to spend Christmas together.

Rosamund has golden curly hair like Mary, and she will raise her pretty face and call Francis in a small voice: "Godmother, Godmother."

Francis said her heart was melting.

"Hey, my dear little cake." Francis slowly bent down and kissed the goddaughter who couldn't even walk steadily. She stood up while supporting her stomach, holding Rosamund's hand with one hand, "Little Rose , what would you like to eat, how about pudding for dessert after our dinner?"

"Hey, Francis, don't keep calling her nicknames, she will faint." Watson reminded Francis as he decorated the Christmas tree.

Francis raised his eyebrows: "No. My mother gave me a lot of nicknames when I was young."

Sherlock was asked by his mother to bring tea, and when he heard the conversation between Francis and Watson, he interjected, "Rose is not like you, she is just an ordinary little goldfish."

"Sherlock!" Watson and Francis warned the British detective in unison.

Sherlock's curly hair trembled as he walked, and he said remedially: "It's also the cutest goldfish in the world. What did your mother call you when you were young?"

Francis said the Holmes family's knack for changing the subject was definitely hereditary.

She couldn't help touching her belly, and said to herself: baby, you should learn from your mother in this respect.

"Well, little kangaroo, little koala, little rabbit..." Francis gave Sherlock a face and talked about the fancy nicknames his mother Diana used to give her.

"By the way, have you prepared the name of the child?" Watson turned the topic to Francis' unborn child.

Sherlock fixed his eyes on Francis's protruding stomach without any trace after hearing the words.

Francis rubbed her swollen belly, glanced at McCoff who was playing chess with Richard, and nodded slightly: "Her first name will be Harriet."

"Her?" Sherlock asked, raising an eyebrow, "is it a girl?"

Francis nodded, and Watson looked a little excited: "Then Rosamund will have a little playmate."

"Yes, our Rose will be a good sister." Francis touched Rosamund's little face and handed her a small piece of gingerbread.

"What's her second name?" Sherlock speculated that the future little niece would have three names according to the tradition of the Holmes family.

"The second name was given by Mycroft. The father-to-be still hasn't made a choice yet. I want to give the last name to the child's only uncle." As soon as Francis finished speaking, Sherlock's eyes lit up, but his His expression was as reserved as ever.

The names of all the girls in the world, including those in French, Italian, and German, flashed through Sherlock's mind, and finally the detective asked in a questioning tone: "How is Aurora?"

"The Goddess of Dawn, which symbolizes hope." Francis nodded with satisfaction, "This is very good."

Sherlock, who was recognized, couldn't help but lift his chin proudly.

Mycroft escaped from a chess game with his father. He came over and handed his wife a glass of milk, sat beside her and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Sherlock provided the child's third name." Francis leaned forward and kissed Mycroft's cheek, "It's called Aurora, the Nordic goddess of dawn."

Mycroft raised his eyebrows unexpectedly: "I thought you would decide on the third name to be Diana."

After all they had discussed this before, Francis wanted the last name to be Diana.

"Let's save the name Diana for the next one. She is our first child, and I want to give her a brand new name." Francis couldn't help teasing at McCauf, "It's you, you haven't named the child yet. Good name, papa."

Mycroft raised his eyebrows at him, and he stretched out his hand to straighten his wife's sideburns, and said, "I've already figured out the name."

Francis looked at Mycroft in surprise, and Sherlock couldn't help but look sideways at his brother. Mycroft's hand was holding his wife's shoulder. He looked at other people, and then at his wife, and finally He said, "Alexandrina."

When Sherlock heard the name, he immediately glanced at Francis, turned his head and curled his lips to express his ridicule to Mycroft.

"Harriet Alexandrina Aurora Holmes, that's a really good name." As a pregnant woman who has been pregnant for three years, she hasn't fully realized it yet, but she just thinks the name sounds familiar.

Watson, who often ridiculed Sherlock for not understanding history, said, My dear, Mycroft named his child after Queen Victoria, what exactly does he want to do?

Sherlock could tell at a glance that Watson's extraordinary little brain was going awry again, and he reminded his friend in a low voice: "Francis' full name is Francis Alexandra Victoria."

The author has something to say: Alexandrina represents the last two of Francis' names.From now on, the mother's nickname is Alek, and the daughter's nickname is Alex.