After a whirlwind one-night stand with the Mycroft Holmes, you resume your daily routine as if nothing had happened—working your nine-to-five, feeding your cat, cooking dinner, and winding down without a second thought. That is until two weeks later, when you're jolted awake at 3 a.m., sprinting to the bathroom to empty the contents of your dinner into the toilet

At first, you assume it’s just a stomach bug, but when the symptoms persist, a nagging thought creeps in. You head to the nearest 24-hour pharmacy and pick up a pregnancy test—just to rule it out. You’re certain there’s no way, but when the test shows two unmistakable lines, you’re stunned. Pregnant.

After the initial wave of panic subsides, you decide to confirm your suspicions with a paternity test. The results leave no room for doubt: there’s only one possible father. Mycroft Holmes

You haven’t seen him since that night—it was understood to be a one-time thing, a rare lapse in his disciplined routine. Mycroft doesn’t typically indulge, but after a particularly grueling case, he’d allow himself a moment of indulgence.

Now, you find yourself standing outside 221B Baker Street, the residence of his younger brother, Sherlock Holmes

*The door opens, and you’re greeted by John Watson, Sherlock's partner and roomate.

“Hello,” he says, looking at you curiously. “What can I do for you?”