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The Grand Day (and night)

This is in Sherlock's POV
This part takes place after the ceremony at the reception of Sherlock and John's wedding. Also gets steamy towards the end xx
ENJOY!

Yes it's been 7 years and i now have a degree and haven't touched the Sherlock fandom since the airing of season 3 so i'm a bit rusty. However, i felt bad for leave everyone in the dirt about this so here. I do plan on writing more on this, just because even though I hate the show now, this is my little baby of a writing project. I plan on moving to AO3 (the same username) so if you want more homo fanfics check there.

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The room is a pretty white and purple colour.

Each table has a tiny elephant statue, elephant gravy boat, elephant water jug and elephant decoration.

Before you ask, yes, it was my idea.

But it was John's idea to have bee themed cutlery.

However, it was my idea to put Rosie in a bee costume.

No words can express how adorable Rosie looks.

She's next to me in a little chair at the big table.

I'm also sitting next to the man of my dreams.

The man of my love.

The man called my husband.

The man called John Watson.

The ceremony was everything i wished it was. John and I made our vows. There wasn't a single dry face in the room.

I fiddle anxiously at my ring John put on me. It's a pretty silver ring with lilac gems on it. I can barely look John in the face, blood rushes to my face everytime I even try to look at him.

One thing I've never understood about weddings is the fact you spend so little time with the person you're marrying. Now that John is talking to his old army friends and conversing with my family, I'm spending most my time trying to focus on avoiding conversation on my own end. Not a small talk type of person, especially with people putting up airs and graces just because of the occasion. 

Molly decides to talk to me instead.

"So, I never thought I'd see this day, heh, I errr well congrats Sherlock" she says through nervous laughter.

"I'm only human Molly, I can love too."

"It's always nice to get confirmation though. Plus, I wouldn't bet on Watson being your groom." she sallows. "How did you two get close? Who got to whom first? Watson kept avoiding the subject everytime I asked."

I'm not surprised. How do you explain to her that I walked in on him masturbating whilst moaning my name without sounding crass?

"It's quite a intimate story Molly. I don't think it's appropriate to share to others."

"Hmmm, I guess." She seems very unsatisfied with my answer. "So why did you chose to change your surname?"

"That's another intimate explaination." In reality I am not sure. I never liked the weight Holmes had. The combination of my parents and siblings made that surname unbearable at times. Watson is easier. It only contains positives to me. I love Watson. The name and the man attached. Holmes is family, childhood, business and my entire life. Watson is love, heaven even, and hopefully a new start to life.