A/N Hey My Lovelies!!!! So the Lovely Kristin5687 requested this one!!! Super fluffy and adorable!!! Enjoy<3
After seven years knowing him, one would think I would be able to pick a bloody present for the bastard. Same as in everything else, Sherlock Holmes had to be difficult to buy things for. So that is how I found myself here, at Sherlock's childhood home, asking his mother for advice on what I could get him.
"So, tell me John, what brings you here?" I smiled at her as she handed me my tea, patting my cheek before taking the chair across from me.
"Well, Mrs. Holmes-"
"Oh, now. There's no need for formalities. You can call me Mother." I felt my cheeks heat at that. Me and Sherlock hadn't told anyone about us yet, and I was beginning to suspect that Sherlock learned his little deduction trick from his mother.
"M-Mother?"
"Of course, you are dating my son after all." I chuckled softly, running a hand through my hair.
"Well, I see where Sherlock and Mycroft get their skills from." She giggled, blushing and waving her hand at me. "Anyway, I need some advice, about Sherlock."
"What can I help you with My Dear?"
"Well, our anniversary is coming up and I want to surprise him." I flinched slightly as she squealed, clapping her hands on my cheeks and kissing my forehead. "He is incredibly difficult to buy things for, and I thought that maybe you could give me some insight-"
"Oh, of course! Anything at all Darling."
"Perfect. I have an idea."
I made my way into the flat, smelling the delightful scent of food. John must be cooking tonight. I grinned as I walked into the kitchen, expecting to see my boyfriend puttering about.
He wasn't there.
"John?" I called, glancing around the room, catching sight of the Post-It stuck to the fridge.
Forgot to grab the potatoes. I'll be back soon. Love you. ❤
JW
I smiled softly at the note. John started to leave little notes on the fridge for me everyday. The messages varied from sappy little love notes, to reminders to pick up milk. Occasionally, if he was feeling frisky, he would leave a naughty one. Those were my favorite.
I heard a knock at the door and fought back a flare of frustration. I had told Lestrade to not bother us tonight. It was mine and John's anniversary and I did not want to be disturbed. I stomped to the door, throwing it open and preparing to yell at whoever was standing there.
I froze when I saw who was there.
I was fidgeting nervously, waiting for Sherlock to answer the door. I had hidden myself in Mrs. Hudson's apartment after Molly texted me, telling me he was on his way home. I could hear him stomping towards me and pulled his present tighter against my chest.
He threw open the door and froze, his brilliant brain processing what he was seeing.
I grinned up at him, fighting to hold the squirming mass in my arms.
"Hey Love. Happy Anniversary." I pushed the puppy into his arms, thoroughly enjoying the shock and confusion on his face.
"I-I- I don't- J-John- w-what- where did-" There were tears in his eyes as he looked down at the little puppy who was squirming in his arms.
"Your mother told me about Redbeard, about how much you used to love him. You were saying a few weeks ago how much you missed having a dog, so, I got you one." Sherlock looked at me, tears in his eyes and his jaw slack. The sight was unbelievably cute when the red face of the puppy popped up and tried to lick into his mouth, causing him to jolt out of his shock. He looked disgusted for a moment, but then his features dissolved into something akin to love and he snuggled the pup against his neck.
"John I-I-"
"I know Love. I've already cleared it with Mrs. Hudson, and tomorrow we can take him to the vets to get him microchipped and vaccinated." Sherlock nodded, giggling as the puppy licked at his neck. I stepped inside, closing the door behind me and scratching the puppy's head before making my way into the kitchen.
"John?"
"Yes Love?" I turned to see my boyfriend, sans dog, standing in front of me. The puppy was off playing in the sitting room. Sherlock looked as though he was struggling with something, so I stepped closer, placing a hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong Love?" He didn't respond for a moment, looking at me with wide, almost childish eyes.
The wind was knocked out of my chest as he gripped me in a tight hug.
"Thank you, John." He whispered against my neck, his tears falling hot on my shoulder.
"Hey, hey Love. Why are you crying?" I pushed him off me, gently wiping the tears from his cheeks and softly kissing them from his lips. "What's wrong?"
"N-nothing. Nothings wrong, I-I just- no one has ever- I-I love you." I felt my chest swell and I kissed him, a slow, deep kiss. The kind that always left him a little weak and dizzy. He whimpered against my lips and clung to my sides.
"I love you too Sherlock. Happy Anniversary Love."
"Happy Anniversary."
"What are you going to name him?"
"Redbeard."
"Ooh, original."
"Shut up! Do you think Mrs. Hudson would watch him for an hour or so?"
"She isn't home. Bathroom?"
"Clever, I knew there was a reason to keep you around."
"Oh yes, my clever mind. You sure it has nothing to do with the mind-blowing sex?"
"I think it really has more to do with how much I love you." I kissed him again, pressing him back against the fridge and grinning against his lips. "Though I must admit, the sex does play a pretty key role."
"Go put your dog away and meet me in the bedroom."
"Oh, feeling bossy tonight?"
"Maybe." I pushed off him, winking as I headed into the bedroom. "Hurry Mr. Holmes, I have something special planned for you tonight."
Sherlock and Redbeard whimpered at the same time as I walked away laughing.
