|Mary Watson is kind of a bamf (notmypast) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2014-06-22 14:13:00
|Entry tags:||john watson, mary watson|
Who: John and Mary Watson
What: We actually have no idea yet
When: Late last night after Bo's post :(
Where: The Trumper flat
It was heartbreaking. Mary hadn't seen a lot from the Seal yet. Mostly just arrivals and a few outgoing people but no one who'd really hit home. But she'd really liked Florence and respected the fact that the woman had been so good to John, even when Mary couldn't be there. And Bo... The child was precious. There was a reason everyone loved her so much. Mary understood how she'd grasped John's heart and not let go. So she was determined to help them however she could. Even if it was as simple as making dinner for them and their visitors while they began the healing process.
It was late, but they were still lingering. Bo was in her room; Mary was pretty sure Khan was with her, trying to get her to fall asleep. The man's resemblance to Sherlock would never be less strange for her. Florence had claimed she was going to bed, but Mary had a feeling she knew better. It was going to be a long night for the residents of that apartment.
She stood in the kitchen, wiping down the dinner dishes. Ava sat in her seat, the top portion of her stroller that turned into a rocker when disassembled. The baby seemed to sense the need to be on her most adorable best behaviour and had barely uttered a peep except once, when she'd been hungry. Now she was sleeping peacefully, not far from Mary's reach. Despite her own romantic issues, and the fact that Mary could sympathize with how hard it was being away from one's husband, she knew she needed to count her blessings. If nothing else, she had her baby girl. That was one thing to be grateful for in this messed up world.
When she heard the door to Florence's room open and close, she glanced up and met John's eyes as he walked out. As always, she was slightly hesitant to speak around him. But she was never going to get anywhere if she kept her distance. He'd just have to deal with her, was all. "How is she?" she asked, setting a plate down and reaching for another.