Give me a reason (a sherlock fanfiction)

Eyeballs

Chapter 21

Sherlocks pov

This is it. The big day. The day I ask for Johns hand in marriage. All these scenarios started ruining through my head. What if I mess up my speak? What if I lose the ring? What if he says NO?

I might die inside if he says no. That would pretty much be the end of our relationship. Plus I would have made a huge embarrassment of my self.

I went into my mind palace and started counting down the hours till the party.

5 hours

4 hours

3 hours

2 hours

At the 1 hour mark John came into my room and pulled my out of my trance.

"Sherlock dear. It's time to get ready for the party. We haven't even started cooking yet"

"Ah yes. The guests might appreciate it if I put my trousers on. Especially Mycroft since he had his last little fit when I was pants less in the palace." We both started cracking up at my joke until John threw a pair of jeans at my head.

"Jeans john. Really?"

"Yes really. They make your butt look nice"

"What doesn't?" I said to him with a wink. "Now leave so I can change" john huffed slightly and left my room.

I see he chose me a tight black pair of jeans so I put them on. I do have to admit that my ass did look nice. I also put on my purple button down because I knew it drove him crazy to watch those buttons not pop open. I didn't really bother doing any thing to my hair. Just ruffled it up a bit for good measure.

When I was dressed I walked out of my room but was stopped by John on my way to my chair.

"I don't know where you think your going." John said, attempting to be sexy. It kinda worked. "This party was your idea, your gonna help cook the food"

"But Jawn" I whimpered "I can't cook"

"I beg to differ. After I got shot you made me every meal and it was delicious. So don't even try" he added playfully poking me in the ribs. It tickled so I giggled.

"Oh my, is Mr. Holmes ticklish!!" John continued to tickle me until I could breath any more.

"Try that again and we will be having Christmas hedgehog instead of turkey" I said , still laughing my head off.

"But seriously sherlock, we need to start cooking "

"Uhg fiiinnneee" I said way to over exaggerated. I walked over to the fridge and pulled put the turkey. "Hey john, what do you think mycrofts face would be like if we put an eyeball in tea?" I asked 110% serious.

"I think he might kill you"

"What about the cake?"

"No"

"C'mon at least mash it into his potatoes"

"Sherlock, no eyeballs are being feed to Mycroft on Christmas"

"What about for my birthday"

"Considering that would be the best day in the history of both our lives, I'll say okay"

"Yay! Don't plan on it being the best day though" I said quietly

"What?"

"Oh...nothing. I was just saying how much I love you" I gave home a peck on the cheek and went back to cooking.