Opened by Accident

Good Morning, Sherlock

So errr yeah. Hi . Never thought I'll make this thanks to severe writer's block. But erm enjoy. This is in John's POV. This takes place a year after the previous chapter.
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So a whole year passed.

Since that night.

It started as a normal day but it made me a different man afterwards.

Today is my wedding day, again. But this time it is a glorious day. Not like that Mary gal, or whatever was her real name. She left messily but alas left anyway.

Today is the first day i can say I am married to the world's first and only consulting detective, Sherlock fucking Holmes.

'Look how handsome you look!' Mrs Hudson said smittenly so.
'Ohhh hush...' I blushed. But i do admit i do look really good.
'I wasn't talking to you.' Hudders smirked. 'I always knew i looked good in this dress.' Hudders and i both laugh. Soon my nerves come back.

I never ever thought I'll see the day i would marry a man. I mean it isn't a bad thing but just not my standard. But Sherlock, he's different and so err what's the word, I don't know. He's just so good looking and smart but kind to me. He also has a military kink which works in my favour. I am a scarred army solider who fought wars over wars and yet i am scared of marrying a detective.

After Mary and Moriaty shenanigans, i would always think I'll never get married ever again.

But here i am. Moments away from being a husband.

Sherlock was never a good dad. I mean for Rosie. He wasn't a bad dad but hey, what can i do.

I needed Sherlock to take care of Rosie and he did a well enough job as anyone else can do. And I appreciate it more than i can even say. It really touched me how me takes care of me and anyone i love. He loves me and I love him more.

This is why i am scared. I can not afford to lose him in anyway possible. And getting married can put him in a vulnerable position and i do not want to do that.

Thinking about this makes me tear up.

'John!' A voice sounds from behind me booms. I turn around.
'You scared me Molly.' I laugh my fear away.
'Are you ready John Watson, or should I say John Holmes? Which one?'
Sherlock and I agreed that Sherlock would change his surename. He says that Sherlock Watson sounds better and it'll make it easier for Rosie.
'It'll be Watson. Sherlock Watson. I don't think Holmes suits me.'
'You know, I never knew Sherlock would get married, especially to you.'

I had the same impression when i first met the detective himself but i soon realised that he wasn't such the sociopath he said he was. I mean, he knew what gay underwear is but he doesn't know the solar system. Who in their right mind replaces the solar system with gay underwear if it doesn't benefit him in any way.

Well, i guess we are talking about Sherlock Holmes. Er, Sherlock Watson.

'Yeah, i guess. But hey, maybe i can make him less ermm socio...' I don't even know what i was saying. I'm just drowning in anxiety. Ohh well.
Both Molly and Hudson laughed.
'That's a good one, John!' Molly manage to laugh out.

I can hear the church bells ring.

It is time.

It is my time

It is our time.