Johnlock one-shots

My life with you

I know this is probably shitty and there are a lot of spelling mistakes, but I'm fricking tired and couldn't sleep until I wrote this. Anyways, thanks for reading my story! And yeah, I should probably mention this story is written from John's point of view.
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When I was 15 I met a boy named Sherlock. He was beautiful, and had the most brilliant mind I have ever experienced. He didn't know how to love, but I wanted to learn him.

When I was 16 I solved my first case with a boy named Sherlock. His eyes had lit up when he found the murder. He was so excited, and I fell in love with him at that moment.

When I was 18 I started dating a boy named Sherlock. We went to the most amazing places, and even though he didn't understand love he knew he loved me.

When I was 19 I kissed a boy named Sherlock. He finally let me kiss him, and his lips was soft as the clouds and made me feel like I was flying.

When I was 21 I moved in with a boy named Sherlock. If the walls could talk, they would scream of what they had seen. We loved each other so passionately, and it was us against the world.

When I was 25 I married a man named Sherlock. I remember how nervous he was at our wedding day. He had held a speech, and messed up, but I didn't care. To me, he was perfect.

When I was 27 I got my first son with a man named Sherlock. I remember going to the adoption center and picking him up. He was our world, and seeing Sherlock with our son reminded me about why I fell in love with him.

When I was 30 I adopted a daughter with a man named Sherlock. We were exactly as exited while picking her up. I remember the big smile on Sherlocks face, and that he promised to always protect her.

When I was 33 I followed my son to school with a man named Sherlock. I remember him jumping around and of pure joy, and how Sherlock didn't want to go.

When I was 37 I moved with a man named Sherlock. Our son was being bullied at school, and I remember the anger in Sherlocks eyes when he found out. I convinced him to not kill the parents of the kid.

When I was 45 the son of a man named Sherlock and me graduated. I remember the joy that day, and Sherlock starting to plan his future for him.

When I was 47 the daughter of a man named Sherlock and me graduated too. She was so happy, but nothing was bigger than Sherlocks joy that day. He was so proud of his children.

When I was 50 i got my first granddaughter with a man named Sherlock. When our daughter came home and told us she was pregnant we shocked, but we was so happy.

When I was 53 I got a crushing message with a man named Sherlock. Our son had been killed in the military, and if it wasn't for Sherlock, I would not have gotten through it. I remember how he made me feel strong enough to go on.

When I was 60 I retired with a man named Sherlock. Our job was challenging, and it felt good to be able to rest. I remember how he used to get bored.

When I was 64 I moved again with a man named Sherlock. We moved to a farm on the countryside. I remember how he planted flowers in a total chaos, and how I let him, because I love him.

When I was 70 I took care of a man named Sherlock. He had gotten sick, and I swore I would never leave his side. I remember how he would complain, and how I tried my best to make it better.

When I was 76 I lost a man named Sherlock. I remember kissing his lips for the last time, and I remember how he said I love you one last time, before taking his last breath. After a life with him, I was again on my own.