The Game is On (A Johnlock FanFic)

Chapter 11

~Sherlock's POV~

I got up and rubbed my eyes. My alarm clock beeped annoyingly. "Oh shut up," I moaned as I smashed it with my fist. Today was my date with John. I pounced up. God, this was exciting. I threw on his clothes (literally) and grabbed his coat. "Sign me out please!" I said cheerful to the woman at the desk. She laughs as I proceeded to  put on my coat and scarf.
"Isn't it your date today?" I  nod happily, like a small puppy. "Good luck!"
"Thanks!" I shouted back as I flew out the door. Central Park for 11:00 am. It was already 10:30. "Taxi!" The car stopped right in front of him.
"Where to sir?"
"Central Park, as fast as possible. I will pay extra." The driver nodded and pressed down the peddle. I was wearing John's favourite purple shirt and black trousers. John loved this shirt, it was so obvious by the way he was always resisting to get his hands on me. I run my hands through my hair trying to neaten it up. This was my first date. Well, proper date, and he wasn't prepared to mess it up.

"Here we are!" I glances at my watch. 10:55.
"Thanks." I hand the driver a load of cash and hops out the cab, not caring how much I overpaid. All I wanted was to see John... I walked through the gates, scanning the field for John.
"Sherlly! Over here!" I looked over to see John frantically waving sat on a blanket. I rolled my eyes and laughed. Checking his outfit, he walked over.
"Hey baby," John grabbed me by the waist and kissed me passionately, taking my breath away. I blushed.
"U-uh hey." John laughed and sat down, and pulled me down with him. This was one of the rare times John could see me truly happy, and excited, without chasing a criminal. It was cheesy, sure, but I know I meant everything to him, as did John to me.
The picnic blanket laid on the grass was a plaid one, of red and blue. The picnic basket sat on top of it, filled with sandwiches, cakes and snacks. It was a warm day, the sun was out, and small clouds scattered the sky. And on that plaid blanket, eating the contents of the basket, we had decided to cloud gaze. It was rather relaxing, until the peace was disrupted by a ring of my phone. I sat up and pulled out at phone, revealing the 'private number' that was calling me. I glanced at John, and John reassured me with a quick nod. I picked up the call, and held the device to my ear.
"Hey Sherlock," said a cold, male's voice.
"Who is this?" I asked, suspicious, almost worried. I hear the caller gasp, then click his tongue.
"You don't know who I am? Sherlock. I'm the father to your boyfriend's, ex wife's baby."