Chapter 39

Mycroft's POV

My phone buzzed in the pocket of my coat for the umpteenth time that day. I groaned and pulled my phone out, seeing Sherlock was calling me again. I rejected the call, and finally switched my phone off. 

"You can answer it if you need to, Love. It must be something important if Sherlock's calling you."

"I'm here with you on our honeymoon. Nothing is more important to me right now than that."

Greg smiled and placed his hand on my knee. "Yes, but you are the deputy headmaster of a very expensive boarding school, and have a very high ranking position in the British Government, you need to sort this out." 

I rolled my eyes at my husand. "Fine, but later, okay?"

"Good. Thank you. What're we doing today, anyway?"

"I have something in mind."

"Oh do you?" Greg gave me a suspicious look, and I could practically see him mulling it over in his mind, trying to work out what we'd be doing. 

"Come on," I laughed, putting my hand on the small of his back, directing him out the front door, grabbing our coats as we left. 

I led him up a small walking track to a helipad, where a helicopter was waiting for us. "My, how much did it cost for this?!"

"Relax, I bought it cheap."

Greg smacked my arm playfully before I helped him get into the helicopter, before getting in myself. I slid the door closed, and handed Greg the headgear consisting of the headphones and microphone thing (I've no idea what it's called because it's really not signifcant to me in any form), putting some on myself. 

The pilot of the helicopter gave us the thumbs up sign, and Greg and I mirrored the gesture, before the pilot took off into the sky.

Greg's hand found mine as he stared out the window in awe, looking at the islands and ocean below. I chuckled as I watched him, finding him to be far more interesting than the scenery outside. I could just see his brown eyes sparkling brightly, and every so often he'd point something out to me, happier than a child opening Christmas presents. He'd lightly squeeze my hand, and laugh and talk, and a huge grin plastered itself over my face.

That was the thing with Greg, before him I saw only black and white. Everything was dull and lifeless, but then he came along, sat in my office, beamed a huge smile at me, and then there was colour. He saw everything in a different way, he saw me in a different way, and I loved him so much it hurt, in the best way possible. 

Greg gasped and squeezed my hand tightly. "Go lower! Can you go lower, please?!"

The pilot slowly descended somewhat, so we hovered about five hundred metres above the ocean. I looked out the window to see what had caught Greg's attention, and saw dolphins leaping out of the water, doing somersaults and splashes, right below us. 

Greg was laughing and clapping and I laughed too. Greg was beautiful in every way possible, and I was so pleased to be able to call him mine. 

Once the dolphins swam away, we continued on our tour of the area. I smiled as I saw where we were. "Oh my gosh, My, is that the...?" His voice trailed off as he pressed his face against the window. "It is! It is! It's the boat from camp!" Greg bounced up and down excitedly, and I chuckled. 

"It is indeed."

"Are we going to be staying out here?"

"If you want to," I replied, knowing he'd say yes,

"Of course!"

"I was hoping you'd say that," I grinned at him. The pilot lowered the helicopter onto the helipad on the bow of the boat, and I got out first, before helping Greg down. I waved the pilot off, and he gave me the thumbs up again, this time for different purposes. 

The staff was onboard the boat, the skipper navigating the way through the water, and the women behind the bar ready to serve us food. I took Greg''s hand and led him down to the bedroom. He looked in the drawers and turned back to me. "You really have clothes for us everywhere, don't you?"

"Hmm, maybe," I said, wrapping my arms around Greg's waist, pulling him in close to me, my eyes locked with his. Greg smiled up at me, and we slowly moved closer to each other, before our lips met. Greg's hands slid up my back and rested in my hair. After a few minutes he chuckled and moved away. 

"Shall we save that for later? I'm a bit hungry."

"Oh, yeah, of course," I laughed,  embarrassed. I should've thought of that! Of course he'd be hungry, we hadn't eating since the morning. 

Greg laughed at me and grabbed my hand again, leading me back upstairs to the canteen. We got some food, him a pie and cake, and I a pasta dish, before we went and sat down at a table, looking over the water. I looked down at the golden band around my ring finger and smiled, twirling it around. 

Greg reached out and clasped my other hand in his, and I looked up and smiled at him. "I love you so much, Mycroft."

"And I love you infinitely more," I told him. 

The day passed by uneventfully, we just lounged around and Greg convinced me to play some sort of 'video game' with him in the living room area. Being with him was fun. I felt alive and happy and loved, and I couldn't wish for anything more. He was my everything, and I could tell by the look in Greg's eyes that I was his everything as well. 

That night, I told Greg to put his coat on and follow me outside. We went and stood outside on a landing, under the clear night sky. The band that I had hired began playing the soft tune of Your Song by Elton John, and as the entrance began, I smiled at Greg and held my hand out to him.

"Gregory Lestrade-Holmes, may I have this dance?"

"Most certainly, darling husband." 

Greg wrapped his arms around my neck and my hands rested on his hips. We moved around slowly, gently swaying, because I knew Greg hated dancing. To my surprise Greg started singing.

"It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live

"If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you


"And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world

"I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on

"So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen

"And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world

"I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words

How wonderful life is while you're in the world."

The song stopped and changed to something else, and we continued swaying together. "I didn't know you knew that song," I said.

"Of course I do. I sing it to you when you have nightmares."

"I don't have nightmares."

"You do too. Anyway, yeah, I love that song."

"As do I. You've a lovely singing voice by the way," I said, pecking Greg's lips with my own. 

"Mm, you do too. I love it when you sing to me."

"And vice versa," I chuckled. 

We continued dancing under the stars for a while longer under the stars, the only sounds coming from the band and the waves lapping against the side of the boat. I never believed in perfection until I met Greg, and since that moment onward, everything was perfect.