[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

It may be because of being a mother. When Francis was pregnant with Alexandrina, he often dreamed about his childhood, dreaming of his mother Diana.

She is the best mother.

Francis, with a big belly, came to Baker Street again while McCoff was going to work.

"I'm very busy." In fact, the great detective who was bored to death still refused to chat with Francis coldly.

"Come on, you haven't had a single case recently. Didn't you see that Watson took Rose out for a walk?" Francis immediately exposed Sherlock and said mercilessly, "You can see it for the sake of little Alex .I've been bored lately in Casablanca."

Sherlock bent his mouth gloatingly: "I told you a long time ago, the consequences of marrying Mycroft. Fatty is a control freak."

Francis rolled his eyes, and Sherlock reminded: "Prenatal education, Francis."

"Oh, don't say that anymore." Francis said with a look of unbearable expression, "This is what I've heard the most in the past few months. Damn prenatal education."

Sherlock poured a glass of milk that Francis almost vomited for the sake of her little niece, but for the sake of the child's health, she still frowned and took a sip.

"Let's talk about something interesting. Has any interesting case happened to you recently?" Francis asked Sherlock, holding warm milk, "You must know that because of the damn prenatal education, Mycroft took my "No Life" "Also" was banned. Except for the expectation of the birth of little Alex, I don't expect anything from life."

"I can imagine your life when you were breastfeeding." Sherlock said that he did not sympathize with Francis at all, but he was not like Mycroft, who thought that his little niece could only read Grimm's fairy tales, but he still chose A less bloody and rather interesting case. .

"A very interesting case did happen recently, about the sapphire case."

……

McCoff knew that it was already afternoon when Francis went to Baker Street, so he mobilized half of his manpower to be on guard on Baker Street, lest the blind terrorist attack Baker Street and hurt his pregnant wife.

He couldn't help but licked his aching tooth decay and hurried to Baker Street. When he arrived at Baker Street, his wife was being laughed out loud by his younger brother. The two people who were about the same age looked so cute Damn right.

The British government couldn't help feeling sour in its heart.

But McCoff still walked up to his wife with a smile, of course a smirk, and kissed her flushed cheek: "What are you talking about?"

Sherlock looked at his brother with great joy. He must not have realized that he was now like a peacock swearing his sovereignty, and he was desperately showing his feathers to attract the attention of his mate.

Haha, the fat man also has today.

Francis didn't get Sherlock's jokes. Since she was pregnant, she felt a little sluggish. She raised her head and looked at Mycroft with puzzled eyes.

Mycroft gave Sherlock a warning look, took away his younger brother's chin, and shook his head at his wife with a smile: "Honey, you've been out for long enough, you should go back to Casablanca Manor."

"Why? Sherlock's story hasn't been finished yet?" After hearing her husband's words, Francis was a little unhappy, and she curled her lips at her husband.

Sherlock cheered: "My story is not over yet."

Mycroft stared at his younger brother, his teeth hurting with anger.

In the end, Francis compromised, but she got into the car angrily and turned her back on her husband.

Seeing the appearance of this dog-abusing couple, Anthea trembled all over, trying to reduce her sense of existence, so as not to be affected by the boss.

Mycroft was very helpless to his wife, he put his hands on his waist, and was thrown away by the angry Francis.

Anthea held the phone tightly and her little heart trembled.

"Alik." Mycroft called her name softly.

Francis only left him with a golden back of the head, and her head was leaning on one side of the car window. Her blue eyes looked at the London street scene outside the car window, and slowly became sleepy again.

Mycroft waited until Frances fell asleep before placing her head on his shoulders, and made the driver look steady.

Facts have proved that if Her Royal Highness gets into trouble, even if she is as powerful as a boss, there is nothing she can do about it.

After Francis fell asleep, she had a dream. She dreamed of her mother Diana.

"Mom." Francis stroked his belly and walked slowly towards his mother.

"Francie. Oh, dear, you look so beautiful." Diana took her hand, looking at her daughter with the same beautiful blue eyes, "You are going to be a mother soon, Francie. I'm so happy for you."

"Mom, do you know little George? He is so cute." Francis said of his little nephew, cute George.

"He looks a lot like William when he was a kid."

"I really hope he doesn't lose his hair like William when he grows up." Francis said viciously, she felt the baby move in her belly, "Mom, do you want to touch her? Little Alex is a Very sweet kid."

Diana put her hand on Francis' belly, she felt the fetal movement from her granddaughter, she bent her charming blue eyes, and she looked at her daughter who was about to become a mother: "Don't be disturbed, dear Francie. You A strong kid."

"Mom." Francis looked at Diana blankly.

"The past is in the past. You have to look forward with your husband. It's just that I don't have any good marriage advice. Pan Francie." Diana admitted her marriage failure, "But you have a good husband, Francie."

Francis thought of Myc and couldn't help pursing his lips and showing a smile: "Myc is fine, but he has a little obsessive-compulsive disorder."

Diana couldn't help smiling, and she held her daughter's hand: "But it will be your own battle, Francie. My dear daughter, you have to be strong."

"Mom, what?" Before Francis could react, there was a sharp pain in her stomach, which made her take a deep breath, and sat up straight from the dream.

"What's the matter, Eric?" Mycroft immediately asked nervously, one of his hands was around Francis' waist, and the other was on her stomach. Unlike the previous touch, this time her stomach was much harder than before , Francis' abdominal muscles are very tense.

"Are you ready, Mycroft?" Francis smiled at McCoff while enduring the pain.

"What?" Now Mycroft felt like his brain couldn't think at all.

"Say hi to my little girl." Francis clearly felt the contractions that made it impossible for him to yell.

"This is impossible. There are still five weeks before the due date." Mycroft subconsciously shuddered when he learned that his daughter was going to give birth prematurely. He set up a delivery room in the Casablanca Manor, which is fully equipped, and he wanted Francis to give birth at home. , at least Casablanca Manor is safer than hospitals in England.

Francis grabbed Mycroft's hand between contractions and said, "Honey, there are always surprises. The first baby is not so fast. But we can't make it back to Casablanca. Now we have to go to the hospital. Anxi Ya, you are responsible for notifying everyone. When little Alex is born, there will be a lot of people who can't wait to see her..."

Before Francis finished speaking, another new contraction began.

The pain was so painful that beads of sweat began to appear on her forehead.

The premature birth of little Alex made Mycroft stunned for a few seconds, and he quickly recovered his composure. He immediately went to Santa Ana Hospital, and then asked MI6 people to go to Santa Ana Hospital in advance to do their work in advance.

"I'm sorry, Alek." Mycroft put his arms around his wife who was suffering from pain, and whispered in her ear.

"For what?" Francis caught her husband's words distracted from the pain.

"Failed to do it well." Mycroft felt guilty for leaving his wife in such an unknown state.

He even believed that the reason why his daughter was born prematurely was because his wife was in danger in South Africa with the child, and after finally returning to England, she was worried because of him.

"You've done a good job, dear. But you have to forgive me for being capricious." Francis held Mycroft's hand, and their car finally drove into Santa Ana Hospital, where Francis was put on the flat car .

"Alik." Mycroft called Francis' name.

Francis took a deep breath, and she tried to keep a calm expression: "Honey, don't worry, nothing will happen."

By the time Francis started to enter the delivery room, it had been more than eight hours, and the cervix was finally dilated to the third finger. She had to wait in the delivery room, and she refused her husband's company.

"I have to go and cut the umbilical cord for little Alex," McCoff tried to convince his wife.

Francis didn't buy it, "Come on, your cleanliness will never tolerate your hands touching the mixture of diaper and blood even with gloves on."

"Alik."

"I'm pregnant, don't argue with me, Mycroft." Francis finally got really tough in front of McCoff.

Mycroft was waiting outside the delivery room, Sherlock was with him, their parents and the Queen's family were on their way.

"Have you ever imagined yourself as a father?" Sherlock asked his elder brother who was standing indifferently outside the delivery room.

"No, in fact, before I met Eric, I never thought that one day I would become someone else's husband." Mycroft rubbed his fingers subconsciously. He was a little anxious and wanted to smoke a cigarette, but in order to wait His wife and unborn daughter, he forcibly held back.

"You will be a good father to you, Mycroft." Sherlock said flatly.

Mycroft glanced at his younger brother and asked with a smile, "You really think so?"

"Of course." Sherlock gave his brother an affirmation.

"Thank you, I have always cared about your opinion, Sherlock." Mycroft said to his younger brother, "This is very important to me."

Sherlock noticed that the door of the delivery room was open, and he said to his brother, "Your is going to meet your daughter."

"How is my wife?" the nurse walked up to McCoff, holding a baby wrapped in a white blanket.

"Your Highness has already fallen asleep. Congratulations, you are a beautiful girl, and she is healthier than a full-term baby."

Mycroft took the little pink gnocchi from the nurse, and Sherlock leaned over to look at his newborn niece.

The little one couldn't wait to come into this world, and Mycroft watched her ice-green eyes open for the first time with a feeling of bewilderment.

The British government greeted its daughter awkwardly: "Hi, Alex."

END

The author has something to say: Next is the extra time.

☆, extra one

Harriet Alexandrina Aurora Holmes was born in early April. She is a typical Aries girl. This shows the adventurous spirit of Aries when the little guy can crawl.

Harriet has a pair of green eyes very similar to her father's, and a head of blond curly hair. Sherlock is very satisfied with this, and will choose to hold his little niece every time he comes.

At six months, Harriet could already crawl, her joint-like little arms were very powerful, and she started exploring at home.

For this reason, the Holmes couple had to spread thick and soft carpets throughout the entire Casablanca manor, the kind that could sink a hole under one foot.

Mr. Holmes was also worried about hygiene, so the carpet had to be cleaned every day.

Harriet, who was always crawling and adventurous in the manor, was so lively and active, which relieved Francis, who had worried that Harriet would be as closed as himself.

For Harriet, Francis always seemed optimistic, but as a father, Mycroft was always a little anxious.

There is no other reason, Harriet looks a bit like her aunt - Olos.

In this regard, Francis comforted her husband: "They are a family. Genetically speaking, of course they will look alike. I think you are too worried. Hey Alex, honey, don't play with roses, there are prick."

Francis gently picked up her daughter, took the thorny rose from her hand and handed it to McCoff: "Come on, Daddy, cut off the rose thorns and give it to our little Alex."

"What if she puts it in her mouth?" Mycroft looked at his daughter worriedly.

"If it tastes bad, she will definitely spit it out." Francis held her daughter's little hand and waved at Mycoff. Harriet showed a toothless smile, "Don't worry too much, Myc. This world It's a cruel world, but little Alex has us. We'll erect white fences and forge her a tower of ivory until she's old enough to be herself."

McCoff kissed his wife on the cheek, then his daughter: "Happy to help, my lady."

Although Harriet is lively and active, she will never try things that Francis told her No. The little girl will not worry about making other couples who are new parents jealous.

"Sis, you don't know, little George has a bad temper, and he always looks unhappy when he's visiting." Kate was pregnant with another child, and it turned out to be a daughter, which made the silly father William very happy.

Harriet was playing with her two uncles, William was holding a doll, Harry was making faces for Harriet, and Harriet was giggling at her two stupid uncles.

Little George sat obediently in Francis' arms, completely different from the bear boy who got along with his father.

"George really likes you, Siss. I'm getting a little jealous," Kate joked.

"Why are you jealous?" Zara came to Casablanca with Mia in her arms. "Oh, the carpet here is so soft."

"Kate is jealous that little George likes me more." Francis hugged little George and said, "George, look, Mia is here."

"Mia came to say hello to our brother George." Zara reminded Mia.

"George~" Mia greeted obediently and turned to her mother, "Mom, where is Sister Etter?"

Soon the three blond little heads got together to play together, the little prince George with a bad temper seemed a lot more friendly to his sister, he didn't show his unique expression of 'you bumpkins', and he was full of enthusiasm throughout the whole process. cheerful laughter.

Kate quickly acted as a photographer and took pictures of this scene.

"The future king, Olympic champion, and physicist. It's perfect." Zara couldn't help but say.

"When she is a little older, maybe she will become a mathematician like her grandmother." Francis didn't make too many assumptions about Harriet's future, as long as she grew up safely.

Maybe it was because I was too tired from playing today. When Mycroft came home, Harriet was already asleep, and Francis was patting her back by the crib. There was still a pirate hat from Sherlock hanging on a bedpost of the crib.

"Are you asleep?" Mycroft walked over and leaned over to kiss his wife's heart, "Tired from playing."

"It's been a long time playing with Little George and Little Mia." Francis stood up and gave her husband a kiss. She is the youngest child in the family. Many people have played with her since she was a child. "It's a very good thing to have playmates." .Alex had a great time today."

"Are you implying something?" Mycroft put his arms around his wife's waist and drew close to her body.

Francis pushed him away, beckoning him to pay attention, she didn't want to wake her daughter up.

The Holmes couple walked out of their daughter Harriet's room and walked side by side in the corridor. Francis asked, "Have you had dinner yet?"

"not yet."

"How about some pasta?" Francis asked her husband's opinion.

"Is there dessert?" Mycroft was still obsessed with dessert.

"How about the red velvet roll? There's only one piece." Francis raised a finger, and Mycroft reluctantly compromised.

The Holmes couple opened a glass of red wine. Since Harriet hadn't been weaned yet, Francis's quilt was non-alcoholic wine, and she really didn't like the taste.

"Next year will be my grandmother's 90th birthday. By then, Harriet will take photos with my grandmother with George." There is still half a year left before my grandmother's birthday, and Harriet will be exposed when the media releases the photos. special looks.

Mycroft also knew that this kind of thing was inevitable, but he would take care of it all.

By Christmas time, Harriet was able to call people clearly and express herself clearly. Every time Harriet said 'No', Francis felt dizzy.

At Christmas, Sherlock Holmes and Watson and his daughter will gather together.

Sherlock brings two gifts, one of which is a child's violin from Oloise of Sherringford.

McCoff was obviously taken aback when he saw the gift, but Francis took the violin with a look of surprise, hugged his daughter in one hand, and kissed her chubby apple face: "Hey, let's Alex grow up a little longer. , you can play the violin with Uncle Xiali."

Sherlock pouted at the title Uncle Charlie, but still didn't refute.

Harriet waved her little hand happily, and Watson said, "Oh, Alex likes this gift. She likes her uncle."

Francis pushed his husband, who was a bit out of shape, and motioned him to take out the well-wrapped gift in blue wrapping paper on the ground. Francis said to Sherlock: "This is a Christmas gift for Olos, it's Harriet. Special growth video. Thank you for the violin.”

"Okay." Sherlock accepted the gift and expressed his willingness to oblige.

Mycroft looked at Francis playing with Harriet's violin, and his mood was complicated for a while. When his wife looked up at him with puzzled eyes, the uneasiness in his heart slowly dissipated.

Watson walked up to Mycroft, and he stood beside Mycroft, who was taller than Sherlock, like a dwarf next to Snow White.

"I don't think Francis has told you that Dr. Ford is O'Loss." Watson saw that Mycroft was still hiding his fear of Olos from Francis, who had already Olos came out from the image.

"What?" Mycroft had never heard Francis talk about it, but he knew Olos' influence better than anyone.

"But she has come out, Mycroft." Watson said, looking at Francis, who was playing with the two children. "In fact, she accepted Oluosi as her family. The dark clouds hanging over her heart have dissipated." gone."

After listening to Watson's words, Mycroft was silent for a long time.

Harriet staggered as she walked, but she always found new balance in the sway, and she flung herself at her father's suit pants and clung to them.

Mycroft felt the weight on his feet, and looked down to find that his daughter was grabbing his suit pants and struggling to climb up. He bent down to pick up his daughter, and Harriet called out in a milky voice, "Daddy, yes."

Following his daughter's pinky fingers, Mycroft saw the violin that Olos had given him, and he looked at his daughter inquiringly: "Alex wants it?"

"Papa, yes." Harriet once again expressed his strong desire.

Mycroft can play the violin, but he is a very lazy person. He feels that playing the violin makes his neck uncomfortable, so he chooses the cello that he can sit and play.

However, since his daughter wanted it, Mycroft could only resign himself to playing the violin.

He gave his daughter to his wife, and he picked up the violin for a look. It was a fine violin, and it was obvious that Olos chose this violin carefully.

Mycroft glanced at his daughter again. Her green eyes were very similar to those of his aunt, and her open facial features were actually more like Francis. He put the small violin on his shoulder gently, and gently Lifting the bow freely back and forth on the violin.

A cheerful jingle bells immediately brought the Christmas atmosphere to a climax.

Harriet stared brightly at her father with her moist green eyes open. She waved her arms happily and repeatedly called 'papa' 'papa', her admiration was beyond words.

Out of the corner of Francis' eyes, Francis noticed Sherlock's disdainful expression, and she couldn't help pursing her lips into a smile. She leaned down and kissed Harriet's flushed cheek.

The author has something to say: Sherlock expressed dissatisfaction, and it is obvious that Uncle Xiali is the best.

☆, episode [-]

After the photos of the Queen and her children on her 90th birthday were exposed by the media, the whole of England, no, people all over the world were blown up.

Since the generation of Prince Charles, the British royal family is the lowest-looking royal family in Europe. Although there was a legendary princess with amazing beauty, as the sons of Princess Diana, the appearance of William and Harry has been off the track all the way. One bald, A beard has more hair than his brother, but Princess Francis is very much like her mother, and has become a clear stream of the British royal family. She conquered the hearts of the world with her beauty, wisdom and bravery.

Be regarded as the goddess in the hearts of the people

However, Princess Francis has always been a maverick and doesn't like to show up in public, which makes the world's face dogs feel very embarrassing.

But they've now discovered a new target.

That is the daughter of Princess Francis - Harriet Holmes.

#Never seen such a beautiful little girl#

#This pair of mother and daughter raised the level of beauty of the British royal family#

#威廉和布丽as elder brothers and uncles lowering the appearance level of younger sisters and nieces, don’t you all blush?#

#William, if you don’t straighten your hair, Charlotte will dislike you#

A group of frenzied people rushed to Francis's Facebook and Twitter and shouted: Hello mother-in-law, please marry your daughter to me.

Francis is grading students' homework in her office in Cambridge, her mobile phone beeping desperately.

She opened the Twitter interface and almost laughed out loud. If a certain British government found out, these people would be investigated secretly and would never come within 50 meters of her daughter.

Francis tweeted.

'My daughter is only one year old, won't your conscience ache? '

This last sentence has become the most popular saying nowadays.

Everyone loves to say 'doesn't your conscience ache? '

When Harriet was two years old, Sherlock took her to meet Olos.

This chubby little chubby girl, like Mycroft and Francis, has a little golden curly hair on her head, and Sherlock puts on a pirate hat, and a pair of green eyes stare straight at the Ouyang who is dressed in white. Rose, and then she grinned crookedly, revealing a little sunny smile.

"Charlie, Charlie, this aunt looks a bit like me." Harriet tugged at Sherlock's suit pants and said.

Sherlock rolled his eyes in a place where Harriet could not see, bowed his head and turned into the lovely and amiable Uncle Charlie and said to Harriet: "This is your aunt Olos, she gave you A violin."

Harriet suddenly realized like a little adult.

Olos walked into Harriet, knelt down to look at her, and Olos spoke: "Can you pull it?"

Harriet nodded ignorantly, and Sherlock handed her a child's violin, and looked at the ignorant little niece encouragingly.

Harriet accepted the children's violin obediently and obediently. She glanced at the aunt she met just now. She had already set up the violin and was ready to start.

Harriet is very talented in music, and she has a promising love for the violin. She played a lullaby composed by herself for her unborn brother. It is not intense, but very calm and soothing.

Because the younger brother is very active in the mother's womb, the fetal movement often makes the mother feel pain.

But as long as Halietla created the violin, the younger brother seemed to be able to sense it, and stayed quietly in his mother's belly.

And the mother will reward her with several delicious kisses, which will make her dizzy.

"Are you going to have a younger brother?" Olos raised her eyebrows and looked at the little niece who looked a little silly.

Harriet put down the violin and nodded, she said word for word: "He is a naughty boy, just like Uncle Xiali."

"Hey." Sherlock fiddled with Harriet's blond curly hair dissatisfied.

Oulos couldn't help but bend the corner of her mouth: "Say hello to your brother for me."

Harriet tilted her head and looked at Olos and said solemnly, "Auntie won't come to our house for Christmas? I will invite Auntie."

Olos had a cold expression: "Your father doesn't like Christmas."

"But it doesn't mean we don't celebrate Christmas. Mom likes Christmas. And my brother will also be born during Christmas, so you can say hello to him yourself." Harriet's eyes were clear and bright, leading the child innocent and simple.

Olos nodded involuntarily looking at such eyes.

Harriet jumped at her uncle Sherlock cheeringly, and Sherlock hugged her with the corners of his mouth bent, and said with disgust in his mouth: "Oh, sooner or later you will be fatter than your father, Eric S."

"No, mom likes my apple face." Harriet said righteously.

Sherlock snorted coldly in disdain, and left Sherringford with Harriet in his arms.

Harriet saw Sherinford from the helicopter, and she turned to her uncle Sherlock and said, "This is beautiful."

Sherlock was silent for a moment and nodded in agreement: "It's beautiful here." So this place has never been a residence for demons.

Francis was very calm in this pregnancy because she had the experience of the previous one. Three months later, she went to Cambridge to teach again.

Recently, England has just got rid of the turmoil of Brexit. As a group of royal family members who attracted the attention of the public at the beginning, Francis seemed very calm and calm. Be a mother.

With Harriet, a cute little girl with outstanding appearance, the public is also looking forward to this child. Now what about William and Harry, are our George, Charlotte, Harriet and Mia cute?

Is there?Is there?Is there?

Without you, why should I be my male god.

The appearance of the British royal family is about to usher in a new peak since the Queen of England and Princess Margaret have aged.

People all over England are looking forward to Princess Francis' children bringing back the beauty of our British royal family.

But the point is, after they see the photos of Francis in Cambridge, they will know what it means to be a pregnant woman in someone else's family.

#princess is so slender and very young, she can’t tell she’s the mother of a child#

#When I was pregnant, the elephant legs were thick and the neck was thick, and there were a bunch of pregnancy spots on the face, looking at the princess, I am convinced of this pregnant woman#

#Princess this leg I can play for two years#

#Upstairs joking it, only two years, I can see the face of the princess for a lifetime#

#To tell the truth the princess is more and more like Princess Diana#

#Upstairs so said, Princess Diana has been gone for 20 years, I feel so sorry for our princess immediately#

A few months ago, William, Harry and Francis, in commemoration of the [-]th anniversary of their mother's death, took a group look at their mother's photos while recalling their mother with the help of the BBC.

"Remember that last phone call from Mom?" William brought up the subject.

At that time, Francis was already four months old when she touched her belly. She nodded: "Yes, I remember. At that time, you and Harry were busy looking for Peter and the others to play. I was the only one who talked to my mother for a while. talk."

"If I knew that it was the last phone call from my mother in the world, I wouldn't say goodbye in such a hurry." Harry thought of the phone call and his mother's gentle voice, leaving only endless regret.

"The time we spend with our mother is too short, but what she doesn't know, these seven years will be the wealth of my life." Francis said of his daughter, "You know, Harriet gave herself the unborn The younger siblings wrote a lullaby and played it to him every night."

"Oh, that was amazing. Mum used to sing us to sleep when we were kids. Remember, Harry," said William.

"How can I forget? I still remember when Sissy was born, the two of us stayed in the little sister's crib every day, watching and sleeping. Mom couldn't drive away." Harry said, "We were all so happy to have a sister gone."

"I think my mother must be as beautiful and elegant as Aunt Sarah when she is alive." Francis pursed his lips and looked at the old photos of Diana that had never been released before his death. "Mom is so beautiful."

"If mom is still alive, she must be the scariest grandma in the world. She will make bubbles everywhere while George and Sherlock are taking a bath, and then run away laughing." William remembered that his mother once He stuffed candy in his socks with Harry and wrote him inappropriate joke notes when he was at school

"Oh, I still remember that once my mother invited a group of supermodels to hold a swimsuit party at home. As a result, Will came back from school and saw his usual favorite supermodel appeared at home, his face was flushed with shyness, and he fell when he went up the stairs. I fell." Francis looked at a photo of an old house with supermodel posters in the background and remembered William's childhood embarrassment.

William raised his forehead: "For God's sake, you were only five years old at that time."

Francis smiled: "The memories of my mother are precious and one dare not forget."

The three brothers and sisters talked about their mother like a human being in front of the camera. They have never missed their mother in this way.

Francis looks at pictures of herself as a child: "If I ever have a daughter, I want to use my mother's name as her name."

"I like cute little nieces." Prince William said without concealing his female-control attributes, "but I'm surprised that you didn't add mother's name to Harriet's name. I thought you would, Siss."

Francis shrugged and said, "Because Harriet represents my future."

And mother Diana is her unforgettable past.

The author has something to say: As a parent, when I think about losing my mother one day, my heart hurts and I can't help crying.Thinking of the two princes, I feel so distressed

☆、Extra three

Fitzwilliam Alexander Aldrich Holmes was born on a snowy night at Christmas, in his Casablanca estate.

The middle-aged and child-bearing Mycroft held his son who had been sleeping quietly since birth, and he bent down to let his curious daughter see her little brother.

At that time, no one knew that this sleeping baby would become the center of power in Great Britain.

But now he is just a very quiet little baby who eats and sleeps.

No one knows what's going on in his magical little head?

Sherlock once complained that Fitzwilliam's quiet character is actually lazy, very much like his father Mycroft, but the great detective who always said he was decent, hugged his little nephew and didn't let go.

Fitzwilliam has the same black hair as his father, and the same blue eyes as his mother. He looks a little more towards his mother, and it is not difficult to see some characteristics of Sherlock Holmes from his appearance.

But compared with his sister, the lively and active Harriet, Fitzwilliam seemed a bit too quiet,