Johnlock fluff oneshots

Yet

An. Hallooo, it's me again:) its half past 1 in the morning so ima keep this an short cos I am v tired. Hope you like it
Warnings: you may die from suffocation due to fluff but apart from that, none

Word count: 1111 (this is my favourite number and you have no idea how happy it makes me that this is the word count for this)

Sherlock and John were sat at a two person table in a cheap, family friendly Italian restaurant (are there Sambucas in London? If so, it's a sambuca), laughing and smiling together. They were sharing a vegetarian pizza and Sherlock was trying to prevent a two year old Rosie from throwing her spaghetti all over the floor as they talked.
"How many times must I tell you my little irregular, the food is for sustenance and as such, it must go into your mouth so it can travel to your stomach and be digested, releasing glucose to be used in respiration. If you continue to throw the pasta on the floor, your cells will be unable to obtain energy and you will die. We would like to avoid this outcome if at all possible so please, for the love of all things logical, just eat the damn food!"

Rosie looked at him blankly before picking up another tomatoey worm and throwing it forcefully away from her. It landed, with a soft squelch, on Sherlock's face which had been within her reach as he had bent closer to talk to her. He plucked it off, frowning at it in disaprovement and wiped his now sauce splattered cheek with a napkin in a dignified manor. John had been laughing hysterically throughout this interaction and Rosie was giggling. Soon Sherlock began to chuckle too and he gave his God daughter a soft kiss on her golden hair.

"She's definitely inherited your sense of humour John!"
"Yes, well done Rosie. I definitely would like to encourage the throwing of food at Sherlock, it's very funny."
"You are a nuisance John, you know that don't you?"
"Yes, but I'm the only idiot who would put up with you so I guess you are stuck with me." He smiled warmly at the detective and turned to pick up a forkful of spaghetti and direct it, aeroplane style, into his daughters mouth.

A girl who was sat on the table next to them had been watching this scene of adorable domesticity and talking quietly with her companion. She spoke to them now in clear, sweet tones.
"I know it's not my place to say but me and my girlfriend just wanted to say what lovely parents you are. It's really nice to see two men looking after a child together, you don't tend to see enough of it."
"Yes," agreed her girlfriend with a slight tilt of her mahogany head, "you two are such a cute couple!"

John's response to this was instantaneous, almost like a reflex.
"Couple?? We're not a couple!!"
"Yet." Muttered Sherlock softly. This remark was made under his breath and was accompanied by a small, coy smile.
"What?" John's eyes were the size of saucers.
"Nothing, my dear. I just said yet is all."
"And what is that supposed to mean exactly?" The doctors voice was level and inquisitive with a hopeful undercurrent. His cheeks were also starting to glow a soft shade of dusty rose.
"Nothing. Nothing. Just that maybe we could be. If you'd like to that is." Sherlock's gaze was piercing and John felt like he was looking into his soul and reading what he found there.

"I. I. I don't understand."
"You rarely do my dear Watson but I think you do on this occasion. What I mean is that you are clearly attracted to me, a fact that is clearly evident by your increased heart rate and dilated pupils whenever I 'flirt' with you. That and the fact that you told me one night when you were drunk that you loved me and asked me if I would marry you and elope to Spain. I did, of course refuse, but now I am suggesting that we give this relationship business a go."
John looked completely shell shocked and just looked at him in wonder.

The two girls had been watching this scene unfold in overjoyed fascination and now the first one nudged him.
"Go on you idiot, kiss him! You clearly want to." It was true, John Watson really did want to kiss Sherlock Holmes right now in the middle of a crowded restaurant while out with their *cough*, his daughter. Although she would be theirs if he did this and took the leap of faith like he had wanted to for the past few months. And there was nothing he would like more in the world so he stood up, took the few steps to Sherlock, sat down into his lap and kissed him deeply.

It was all he had dreamed of and more and when they finally broke away, it was to see three smiling faces if the two girls and their daughter who was laughing happily as she ran the pasta through her fingers before stuffing it into her mouth.
"Oh my goodness!" Laughed one of the girls, "we just witnessed the start of a relationship! This is the best thing I've ever seen!"
"Thank you for making the couple comment, it prompted something wonderful."
"You're most welcome!! And congrats you too! I'm Anna by the way." She held out her hand and Sherlock shook it.
"Sherlock. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
"I'm Esme." Said the other girl flashing her brilliant white teeth in a friendly smile.
"And I'm John. I feel slightly awkward still sitting her so I'm just going to.." he stood up from Sherlock's lap and returned to his own seat. Sherlock laughed at him as he went.
"You shall have to get used to it my dear as I have a feeling I love cuddling in a relationship and I would like to test my hypothesis to see if it's correct" His flatmate looke surprised.
"Really, well I'll have to bear that in mind."

He turned to the two girls.
"You know how we started dating as you've just seen it so now its time we learnt about you two."
"Oh yes, tell us your love story. John's rather a fan of romantic tales, I'm sure he'll write ours when we get home."
"Well, we met in the coffee shop I used to work in." Began Anna.
"I went in for a green tea and left with the number of the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen..."

A few years later, Anna and Esme were sat in the second row, watching Rosie float down the isle, scattering flower petals as Sherlock approached the alter to meet the man he was about to marry. The man who had taught him how to love. The brilliant, kind, wonderful man who he was planning on spending the rest of his life with.

The end

Hope you liked it. No idea why i included a wedding scene. Just didn't know how to end it and this seemed as good a way as any. Kk, love you all. As always, be kind to yourself. There is always something to smile about, even if it is just the fact that hamsters are a thing or that stars are amazing. Look for that reason. And remember, you are valid, you are beautiful and you are loved.

Coodles and snoogles,
Isabella
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