[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

After Christmas dinner, the Holmes brothers had to accompany their parents to Sherringford to see Olos, who was still reluctant to talk even now.

But Sherlock can communicate with her on the violin.

Francis and Watson stay in the old house of Sherlock Holmes, and Francis entertains Watson and his daughter as Sherlock Holmes.

"I hope you don't mind, John. I haven't seen Olos since my brief glimpse at Musgrave. May God bless her." Francis treated her guests with great tact as hostess, "I Let the servant take Rose to sleep first. Look at her little face, she is so sleepy."

"Trouble you." Watson was very grateful for this.

Francis also wanted to ask Watson for his opinion on the issue of Oluos: "Actually, I also have some questions to ask you. About Oluos."

Watson, as an ordinary person who has taught Oluos, has the most right to speak about Oluos. Watson put down the teacup in his hand and sat upright.

"The psychiatrist I met back then was also Olos." Francis never said this to the Holmes brothers, and this incident had a huge impact on Francis, "Just after Sherlock and I came back from Italy. After that, she contacted me and said I would never beat her."

"She is that Dr. Ford." Although Watson is not super intelligent, he can be considered a normal person who can think.

"Yes. In fact, in the past few months, I have been able to hide the uneasiness that Mycroft has for Oluosi. I swear, I have never seen such a kind of Mycroft. So I can't tell him that Oloise is against me. The impact.” Francis has been distressed by this for a long time, and no one has ever talked.

Watson was faintly afraid of Oluosi, after all, he was almost drowned in the water tower by Oluosi.

"You should tell Mycroft what you think. For God's sake, you are pregnant now, so you shouldn't have any bad emotions." Watson suggested seriously.

Francis smiled. "I didn't even know you were an ob-gyn, John. But I'll take your advice."

They didn't wait for the Holmes family to come back. Watson went to sleep with his daughter Rosamund. Francis was pregnant and shouldn't go to bed too late, so she also fell asleep after washing.

Frances fell asleep when she touched the pillow. It was sweet and hard to carry a child. The exhaustion of the body made it easy for her to fall asleep, but her sleep was very light.

In the middle of the night, Francis felt some cramp in her calf, and the pain woke her up. Before she could react, a pair of rough but gentle hands kneaded her calf just right.

"Mycroft?" Francis turned on the light and found that McCoff was still wearing a three-piece suit and sitting at the end of the bed, "Are you guys just coming back now?"

"Woke you up?" Mycroft walked to his wife's side and stroked her blond hair, and asked softly.

"No." Francis woke up with cramps and pain, "how is Olos?"

"Played a violin piece with Sherlock." Mycroft patted her calf and asked, "Is it better?"

Francis nodded, and she patted her husband's arm: "Go take a shower, honey, go to bed early."

"It can't be called earlier now." Mycroft kissed Francis' eyes, "I'll be right back, Eric, you go to bed first. Good night, and little Alex."

Francis said, "You should call her Delina."

"Shhh, you're going to confuse the kid," Mycroft said.

Francis rolled his eyes in his heart, it would be a ghost to have an IQ like Sherlock Holmes confused.

The night of Christmas passed peacefully, and the next day Holmes and his wife went to Windsor Castle again.

Francis' little nephew, Prince George, is already a kid who can run, and he likes his aunt Francis very much for no other reason than that aunt Francis is the most handsome person in the Windsor family, regardless of gender.

As the future prince, little prince George is such a direct person.

"Sissy, Sissy." Little Prince George gave Francis an exclusive title. If Francis hadn't had a big belly now, she would have bent down to hug little George.

"Hey, George." Francis still bent over and squeezed George's chubby little hand.

Francis and Mycroft arrived at the Christmas tree, where everyone gathered to unwrap presents, and Mia, in Zara's arms, was waving a rattle.

"Hey, Mia." Francis greeted Mia after hugging his brothers.

Little Mia was only six months old, just the right age to crawl, and she rolled on the carpet, wearing her little red riding hood, with strands of blond hair escaping from her ears.

"Wow, Mia is really talented in sports. I really wonder what will happen if little Alex likes to eat sweets like you and doesn't like to move after she is born." Francis said to her husband McCoff very worriedly.

Mycroft has become somewhat immune to his wife's occasional remarks, because she will eventually give the answer herself.

"I think it's better to be like me in terms of genes in sports." Francis said, and she glanced at Mycroft's hairline with concern. Fortunately, she is a daughter so she doesn't have to worry about her hairline when she grows up. line problem.

After unwrapping the Christmas presents, Francis sat there chatting with the grandparents. Once a woman becomes a mother, the relationship with her elders will become closer and closer.

The relationship between Charles and the Queen was once very cold, until the death of the Queen Mother, the family was brought closer.

But the queen is very concerned about her grandchildren, especially Francis.

She misses her granddaughter all the time.

"So, it's a daughter." The Queen's eyes were shining, but her expression was still very reserved, which was just right.

"Yes, grandma. And very healthy." Francis has always been very positive about the maternity checkup. "This is already the best news I have heard. But McCauf is always anxious."

"Because he's going to be a father," said Philip, "and I was when Lilibet was pregnant with Charles."

Francis didn't think so, after all, it was McCaw, not any other ordinary person.

"Is she moving a lot?" Harry looked at his sister's belly, which was a little eager to try. When Kate was pregnant with George, he touched Kate's belly, and George was very active inside.

Francis saw Harry's intention for a second, and she held her brother's hand: "Would you like to try?"

Harry's hand was held by Francis and placed on her round belly. After a while, the little princess in her belly kicked her mother's stomach with her feet very sweetly.

"Wow, she's really strong. She's as strong as her mother." As the first person to know that Francis was pregnant, Harry had a special feeling for the child, "Did you name it with Mycroft?"

"Yes." Francis added, "and in accordance with tradition."

William asked curiously, "What's the name of my lovely little niece?"

"Harriet." Francis said the baby's first name, and Harry almost jumped from the sofa.

"What? Did you name her after me?" Harry couldn't help being surprised, and the plateau red on both sides of his cheeks became more and more rosy.

"Of course, I think we've been through so much together in Africa. And you're her uncle." Francis said with a smile, "But before that, I've discussed children with Mycroft. If it's a girl If it's a boy, it's Harriet, and if it's a boy, it's Fitzwilliam."

William's unbalanced heart was instantly balanced, and now he said that he was not jealous of his younger brother at all.

Really, not at all.

True than gold.

"What if your next one is a girl?" Harry, one of the representatives of Brother Xiong, was not afraid of his brother's murderous eyes, and asked Francis without fear of death.

Francis patted Harry's hand to signal him to restrain himself and stop provoking William: "If it was a girl, she would be Wilhelmina."

In the end, Francis almost moved William to tears.

Mycroft's first name for the child was decided by the child's mother, Francis, and he and Sherlock both had second names as common names.

"How many children are you going to have?" Zara asked Francis, who seemed lonely to one child.

Francis pursed her lips in silence for a while, and she glanced at McCoff: "Actually, we haven't discussed this issue with our children yet."

"This kind of thing should go with the flow, you think, my dear." Mycroft interjected, and consulted Francis for advice. He knew that his wife wanted to have at least three children to make up for her childhood regrets.

She wants to have a harmonious and happy family.

As a husband, without endangering Francis' body, he is willing to meet all the demands of his wife, as long as she can be happy.

Francis nodded, and she asked Zara: "Are you ready for the Olympics?"

"Yes, and Mike supports me." Zara, who was still breastfeeding, showed a firm look, "And I also like riding horses. What about you, Siss, are you going to continue teaching in Cambridge after giving birth to little Hallie?"

"Of course." Francis nodded, "I plan to go further in physics. And now I have Helena's help."

Zara touched Francis' belly and laughed: "Oh, our dear little Hallie will also be a little physicist."

The author has something to say: Harriet is going to be born in the next chapter.