Marriage and Mental Illness (Sequel to Tall Buildings and Pill Bottles)

A Maybe Happy Ending (Epilogue)

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John's POV

Sunlight streamed in through the window, casting the sleeping man beside me in a golden glow. His bow lips parted in sleep, onyx curls fanning around his head.

I smiled, leaning over to kiss his temple. He slept through it, not even twitching at the touch, causing me to chuckle.

I rolled to the side, grabbing my book from the bedside table. The rustle of the sheets made him stir, though all he did was roll closer to me. His head found my chest, legs intertwining with my own. I smiled, running a fond hand through his hair before cracking the book open.

He didn't wake for another hour, and I was content to let him sleep. He rolled away again at some point, allowing me to fully sit up. He finally did though, eyes fluttering slowly open. He peered up at me, long lashes nearly hiding the clear blue eyes from sight.

"Good morning, my love. Sleep well?"

Sherlock groaned in response, lacing long arms around my waist, leaning his face against my thigh.

"Use your words, darling," I chided, earning me a glare. I snorted, leaning down to kiss him thoroughly.

I pulled away, grinning at the bright red flush spreading to the tips of his ears. He sat up, rubbing the remnants of sleep from his eyes. "Good morning," he muttered, voice rough.

I grinned again, unable to stop myself from leaning into kiss him again. He looked too beautiful not to.

I caught him off guard, mid yawn. He hummed, letting his stretching arms fall onto my shoulders. "Someone's in a good mood this morning," he mused.

I shook my head, still smiling. "You're so beautiful," I whispered.

Sherlock flushed again, rolling his eyes. "Okay, a really good mood then."

"I mean it."

"I know. Thank you."

He fell back against the duvet, stretching fully. I didn't bother hiding my roaming eyes, neither of us had bothered to get dressed last night anyway. He caught my eye, smiling lightly.

"What time is it, John?" I glanced quickly at the clock before answering. It was eight in the morning. "We aren't meeting Jack until 10, right? That gives us two hours." We were going into the shop today, to start learning how to help out around the shop once Jack got into University.

I set my hand on his chest, fingers roaming further down. I chuckled at his quivering stomach, stopping just before his navel.

"What of it?"

***

Two hours later and we were standing outside the shop, a cab rolling away behind us.

"Ready?" I asked. Sherlock nodded, glancing to me as I opened the shop door. The lively hum of chatter rose as we stepped inside. I immediately spotted Jack, taking payment from a couple in their late twenties.

He nodded to us, finishing the order before walking over to us.

"Thank you both for coming. It's the end of the breakfast rush, so I'll show you guys how it all works once these lot are done. They'll be out in about ten minutes."

He showed us into the area behind the counter, before taking off to finish the breakfast rush. True to his word, within ten minutes, they were all out.

"Thank you for being willing to help out. It'll be nice to have more than two people running the place," Jack laughed as he came back behind the counter.