Your Handprint on My

“But you have read the blog though,” her friends would always placate. “You have read yourself how much he cares about your son. Plus, they are in the newspapers so often together. It’s not like you wouldn’t recognize him!”She had indeed read the blog. She had devoured every single post, read and re-read every single word until it had branded itself into her brain. The papers too, watching the two men move and operate together was like something out of rather nice crime novel.“Yes, but that was never the question. Call me insane if you must but I do so want to meet my son-in-law at least before Mycroft’s wedding. It would be so awkward if they both showed up with all our family and neighbors there all loved up and I don’t know the first thing about him. Imagine!”Or, in which there is a lot of the familial (and normal) kind of miscommunication and some late Christmas fluff.