Destined - A Teenlock/Johnlock

(38.) Epilogue

Sherlock and John are now in their thirties. Both living together in a flat in London. 221B Bakerstreet. The perfect place for them to start a life. John is working part time in a Surgery, and the rest of the time he spend with Sherlock, solving crimes. Like they said when they were younger.

"If you need any distraction someday. You can phone me, I'm sure I will need someone to examine the death bodies sometime." - "Yes. Sounds amazing."

Sherlock proposed John on the age 24. It was the most romantic thing anyone could imagine. Nobody expected Sherlock to be this romantic. Sherlock planned a trip to Paris for 2 days. It was perfect. They visited the Louvre, Notre dame, Arc de triomphe and some other beautiful places. John asked Sherlock if they could visit the Eiffel tower. But Sherlock said it was fully booked. That was a big lie. Because Sherlock planned something special on the Eiffel tower for both of them. More likely for John.

The last night in Paris, Sherlock took John out for an expensive diner. John was confused, he didn't know why Sherlock was acting this way. Many times he'd ask, but Sherlock kept saying that John deserved it. Around 10:40 pm Sherlock and John were standing in front of the Eiffel tower. Every evening, the Eiffel Tower is adorned with its golden covering and sparkles for 5 minutes every hour on the hour. Sherlock told John that he arranged something. (Well Mycroft did.)

Sherlock and John were standing on the highest floor of the Eiffel tower. John couldn't believe that he could stand alone in the night on the Eiffel tower with his Sherlock. Sherlock planned to propose John here and now. They both were standing with entwined hands, looking at the beautiful sight they have from Paris. It's just so damn beautiful with all the lights. Sherlock kept glancing nervously at John, afraid of being rejected. He looked at his watch and saw that the lights will go on in a minute. He coughed and started to speak up.

"John, you are the only one who understands me. I was lost and I didn't know where my life was going until I found you. Ever since I opened the toilet door, I realised that I've just found what I was looking for and I know that I want you to be with me for the rest of my life and keep solving cases together." John started to tear up with these words. And then. The lights went on. John blinked from the brightness and looked briefly at the Eiffel tower and then back at his Sherlock, who was now sitting on one knee, the golden lights of the Eiffel tower shining brightly on his face. John's mouth dropped open and burst out in tears.

"John Bolbi Hamish Watson, will you be mine forever? Will you marry me?"

Of course. The answer was yes.

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Later they weren't with two but with three. Sherlock one day was blabbering about children and then they both came to a conclusion to adopt a child. Only one.

Hamish Holmes Watson.

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John sat on the edge of Hamish's bed, smiling brightly at his son. Sherlock stood at the door, peeking at the two of them, listening to the story John is telling him.

"So, one day. There was a really really, but like a really bad guy." He started. Hamish eyes widened, and he covered his mouth with his hand, like he's in chock. "Remember that I've told you to never play with fire, Hamish?" John asked. Hamish nodded enthusiastic. "Well, the young boy played with fire." Hamish gasped, what made John chuckle. "Bad boy isn't it?"

"Yes!" Hamish yelled.

"He burnt his room and then his mother sent him to a new school." While John was speaking, Sherlock walked inside the room to stand beside John and narrowed his eyes when John looked briefly up at him. John kept telling more about little Sherlock.

"And then he met a handsome, beautiful, friendly, nice person." John said cheerfully. Sherlock scoffed, rolling with his eyes. "They became best friends. Sometimes they had a fight, but that was because the boy with dark curly hair was always stubborn and rude towards the handsome kid."

"Yes yes yes." Sherlock said quickly. "And then they kissed and lived together for the rest of their lives." Sherlock said, waving a hand in the air. "John the phone, go get it." Sherlock demanded, John rose up and kissed Hamish fore head.

"Good night Hamish." He said fondly.

"Night, daddy." Hamish replied. John walked out of the room and then Sherlock walked towards Hamish and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Okay. Hamish, daddy lied to you. The boy with dark colored hair was an angel. He wasn't stubborn or rude. He was friendly and kind and everyone liked him." Sherlock informed him. "I'm going to punish daddy now because he lied to you, okay?" Sherlock asked him with a smile. Hamish nodded, and a yawn escaped his lips. "Good." Sherlock said as he pecked Hamish's head. And rushed out from the room, closing the door gently.

"John Hamish Holmes Watson where are you?" He asked firmly.

"Yes?" John said nonchalantly, walking slowly out of the kitchen. Sherlock furrowed his brows and rushed over to John and pushed him against the wall.

"How dare you tell our son about- " Sherlock got cut off by John's lips.

"You will punish me?" He asked with a teasing lit. Sherlock nodded and then his mouth latched onto John's neck. His hot tongue swirled slowly against his skin, sucking it and then John felt Sherlock's teeth scrape the soft flesh of his neck. John moaned loudly. Sherlock started to work on John's belt and then he had the belt in his hands.

"I think I will use the belt this time." He said breathlessly and slammed his lips on John's again. They are both moaning as they are striping each other slowly. Because the moaning, they didn't hear Hamish walk out of his room. Suddenly Hamish stood in the living room, sobbing.

"Daddy!" He cried out. "Are you two hurt?" Hamish asked as he cuddled his teddy bear, sobbing. John and Sherlock turned their head in unison and then they looked at each other and started to laugh.

"Go make the bed warm. I'll put Hamish in bed." John whispered in Sherlock's ear before dragging Hamish to bed, and explaining what the noises where.

THE END.

OKAY THIS WAS IT.

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