60 Ways to Say Goodbye - A Johnlock Fanfiction

Chapter Sixteen

Hi guys! I liked writing this chapter because it was really sweet.

Also sorry that I haven been updating as frequently as normal. I've been busy between midterms an other thing.

But I hope you enjoy this chapter. Please comment, vote, fan, and tell you johnlocked friends about this fanfic.

~BB

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Chapter 16

Today.

Today was happy. Today was beautiful.

Today was Valentine's Day.

I wasn't expecting much today. Yes, Sherlock was romantic, but I wouldn't describe him as thoughtful.

Sherlock woke me up this morning with a kiss. The one kiss that made my whole day.

I opened my eyes and saw him staring down at me.

"Happy Valentine's Day," he whispered.

I laughed,"I'm surprised that you knew it was today."

"Oh, give me a little bit of credit," Sherlock smiled. He rolled over to his side of the bed and grabbed something off his bedside table.

Turning to face me, a smile wide on his face, he held out a box. It wasn't what was inside the box that I loved so much, I knew that it was chocolate. But on top of the box, Sherlock had tied a red rose.

"Now we've both gotten them from each other," he explained, but I understood his message already.

"Thank you, Sherlock. It means a lot to me," I told him.

"Also, John. I'm taking you out to dinner tonight," Sherlock told me.

"Really? Where?" I asked.

"Surprise," he said. Fine, if he wasn't going to tell me, I had patience. I could wait.

I put the chocolates aside and got closer to Sherlock, resting my head on his shoulder. I felt him kiss the side of my head, at the top of my neck. It made me shiver. Sherlock must have thought I was cold. He wrapped his arms around me tighter, making me warm. I cradled the back of his head with my hand and hugged him with my other arm.

If I could have stayed like that for the rest of the day, I would gladly do just that.

But Sherlock had a different idea. He wanted to get up and do things. I knew better than anyone else that he couldn't sit still for more than a minute unless he was in his mind palace.

Sherlock got out of bed and walked over to my side. He tore the covers off of me before walking out of the room.

I swung my legs off the bed and followed him into the kitchen. Sherlock was attempting to fry bacon.

"Let me help," I offered.

"No, go sit in the living room, I'm making you breakfast," Sherlock ordered. I held my hands up in surrender and turned towards the sitting room.

For ten minutes, I watched Sherlock struggling in the kitchen. It was funny watching him try to cook for the first time.

Some time later, Sherlock was able to produce two plates of eggs, bacon, and toast. I was proud of him for trying and to be honest, the food didn't taste bad.

"This is good, Sherlock," I complimented.

The side of his mouth quirked up in a smile, "I should cook more often."

He was proud of himself, so I tried my hardest not to laugh. He was trying his hardest to be thoughtful and I really loved that.

"This is really sweet," I told him.