Once More ~ A Mtp Story

                                                                          ~  Albert's Pov ~

(Some things will be off, since I have not read the manga. Also it's my au)

For starters, as I tell you this horrendous tale, let me give you a reference of where we are when it started; 

As many know, I was arrested a year ago for Arson. Mycroft, my now Husband, found a way to convince everyone that just because of my title as Lieutenant Colonel, I was much too important to keep in Prison. 

He decided It better to keep me on 'a close watch'. Which, actually, just means I was forced to live with him Indefinitely. It works for me though, since now I can keep providing for my dear brothers, William and Louis. 

On Louis' end, he kept up the family trade. He keeps in contact, making sure to stop anything unjust as he sees it. I couldn't be prouder! He truly is a Diamond of a brother. Unfortunately, he has threatened to kill Sherlock and Mycroft, something I'm not too happy about.... 

Nonetheless, William, who's moving around with Sherlock, his husband, continues to say that Louis means no harm. I will let it go, simply because I know William wouldn't let his husband get murdered. 

Speaking of William, he's an adorable younger brother! I'm so very proud, and so very pleased that he's alive! And here is where the story truly begins. 

William's actually stopping by to visit with Louis today. Mycroft and Sherlock will be here as well. It's an exciting prospect! 

Rubbing my forehead, I sigh. I had nothing I had to do today, and Mycroft was trying to get a head start on some of next week's work. So I'm completely bored. 

"Mycroft!" I call, standing. "I'm getting some wine. Want me to bring you a glass?" 

I stood there, waiting. He usually took a moment to respond. 

"Yes." He responded firmly, but loud enough for me to hear from his office. 

There! I knew he'd want some. Chuckling, I walked towards the wine cellar, stretching. I had started learning how to be more comfortable at home, given wearing suits all day gets a bit stuffy. Currently, I was simply wearing a chic white dress shirt, loosely tucked into tight black pants. The shirt sleeves were rolled up to my elbows, and the shirt was unbuttoned for a few buttons' worth. I wasn't a wh0re, no, but it was comfortable. I also started wearing earrings, a fashion statement I quite liked. 

As I started towards the cellar, I hear Mycroft call out. "I'm going to need an extra large glass."

"Understood!" It seems he's having a hard time. I then descended into the wine cellar, grabbing a bottle of Merlot. It was one of my favorites. Finally, after ascending again and pouring the glasses, I started heading towards his office. 

The house was large, and stylish. Or, stylish in its simplicity. Mycroft didn't really prefer decor. 

Once I reached his office door, I knocked. "Dear, I have your wine." 

Silence. Then, an adrupt, "you don't have to knock." 

I shake my head, chuckling. He really didn't know how to express his thoughts very well. At least when it came to me. 

I then push open the door, walking in. The two wine glasses I held were quite full, almost to the top. He raised his gaze from the paperwork in front of him, lifting the corner of his lips a little. 

Mycroft had tried to look a bit more relaxed, thanks to my constant asking. He was wearing a more professional white dress shirt, buttoned the entire way. And he was also wearing his normal dress pants and dress shoes, but it was an improvement. His hair, usually put up (yk, how ppl use hair gel to smooth it out), was let down. It was definitely attractive on his face, with that sharp jawline and those narrow, watchful eyes.