Birthday Cake, a Sherlock one-shot

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Today was the day, my 30th birthday, I couldn’t wait to come back home to 221B Bakerstreet after a long and exhausting day of work.

I tried to hail a cab but of course, my luck, every cab already had someone in it.

After a good thirty minutes I finally see an empty cab, I step in and tell the address.

‘To 221 Bakerstreet please.’             

Whilst in the back of the cab I decided to text Sherlock.

“I’ll be home in 20 <3 Elsa” Not long after you send the text you got a reply from him.

“OK”

OK! That’s all he had to say, did he forget my birthday?  Apparently my birthday wasn’t important enough to stay in his mind palace.

Well, that ruined my whole taxi ride, sometimes Sherlock could be so, so, I don’t even have the words for it.. just utterly annoying I guess.

‘Fast, fast, everybody, get to your places, she could be home anytime.’ Sherlock said whilst running around setting everything up.

‘Shut up Anderson!  I only invited you over because Elsa likes you, but that doesn’t mean that I have to like you.’

‘I didn’t say anything.’

‘You were thinking, it’s annoying. So please shut up.’

Sherlock buzzed around the apartment putting the last pieces together and then he went to his own secret hiding place.

After I paid the cabbie, I stepped out and walked towards the door of 221 Bakerstreet, the house of the one and only CSI Bakerstreet and his “girlfriend”.

I put the key in the keyhole and when I turned it I heard a soft click, and there I was, standing in the middle of the hall, with right in front of me, a ginormous box, like seriously, a 1.5 meter high box.

On the box was a birthday card; “Happy birthday <3  lots of love Mrs. Hudson, Happy birthday wish we could be there to celebrate with you ~John and Mary Watson, Open the box SH.”

I put the card on the staircase and slowly sneaked a peek inside of the box, once I opened it I could smell it, yes, the delicious smell of birthday cake.

I opened the box a bit further and I could see the beautiful colors of the sprinkles on the cake, and on the cake something was written, but to be able to see it I had to open up the box.

So I opened up all four sides of the box and the moment I folded the last piece of cardboard paper down I nearly got a heart attack.

“Boo!” I shouted when I jumped out of the cake.

I got that idea from when I wanted to surprise john, but this time it wasn’t to tell someone that I wasn’t dead, no, this time I think I nearly killed someone.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAa!”

I brushed myself off a bit and shushed her, then I stepped out of the cake, gave her a big hug and gave her a long and passionate kiss.

‘Sherlock, you’re covered in cake! Please go take a shower, I don’t need any mice in our house.’

‘Come on, let’s get upstairs, I’ll make a cuppa tea for you.’ I stated.

‘That would be lovely Sherlock.’

‘But why so nice all of a sudden? I thought that you had removed my birthday out of your mind palace.’ She said.

I actually did, but I wasn’t going to tell her, I secretly asked John and then I wrote it down in my Phone.

I just got my normal heart rate back when Sherlock opened the door for me to the living room.

The living room was dark and all of a sudden Sherlock disappeared too.

I switched the light on and a second later the whole room was filled with people causing me another heart attack.

The whole living room was decorated with flags, balloons and all kinds of birthday stuff.

Even a pretty big cake, but this time without a Sherlock in it, I hope so.

‘Come on Elsa, it’s time to cut the cake!’ Sherlock shouted.

I walked to the cake, my heart still pounding in my chest, and picked up the knife.

‘Okay guys, let’s all take a few steps back, you know how dangerous Elsa is with a knife.’ Molly joked.

I started to cut the cake but halfway through I felt something hard, I decided to cut around it.

After I finished cutting the cake I was able to see what was inside of it, in the middle of the cake was a little puppet, and the puppet looked just like Sherlock.

The irony.

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Hoped you like it (;

I had to write it under quite a lot of pressure, but I decided to put it up anyway, so here you goo (:

x A

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