Not Gay (Sherlock x John)

17. His Change

JOHN POV-
I roll over in my bed and groan into my pillow. Another day, another monotonous day. I get out of bed and walk out of my room, greeted by an empty armchair when I was expecting to see Sherlock. I didn't see him all day yesterday so I had been hoping he would be around. I sigh as I take a seat in my chair and stare outside, I wonder where he is. I hear Mrs.Hudson downstairs in the kitchen, cooking something for breakfast.

I close my eyes and try to ignore the pressing questions about Sherlock. Not obsessive, definitely just concerned. Suddenly I hear a huge crash downstairs and the clamouring of multiple pans, honesty, what is that woman up to?

I stand up and slowly make my way downstairs, hopefully she hasn't hurt herself... I turn a corner and see Sherlock staring disdainfully at a bunch of pans on the floor, his arms crossed and glaring downward. Guess it wasn't Mrs.Hudson making all the racket.

"What did those pans do to you this morning?" I mock him and he looks up at me in sock.
"I was making breakfast when these dysfunctional pieces of metal decided to fall everywhere."
"Because there's no way you accidentally disrupted them in what appears to be a cooking venture?"
"I'm the worlds greatest detective, I think it's safe to say no blunder was made on my part."
I nod raising my eyebrows, I'm just glad he's here. I turn around to head back upstairs.

Wait... Sherlock making breakfast? Why is he doing this? I quickly turn around again to see him hovering over the stove cooking eggs. What on earth is he doing. Since when does he make breakfast.

"I was hoping to be finished before you woke up but this is terribly difficult." Sherlock confesses, staring at his eggs.

I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around him. I press myself into him and inhale, so warm and familiar.
"You're an absolute twat if you can't cook eggs so I have high expectations."
"Prepare to be disappointed."
"Do you want some help?"
"Well that would just defeat the purpose, go back upstairs."

I roll my eyes and chuckle, I try not to focus on the implications of him making breakfast.

Making breakfast for me.

I wait upstairs for him to finish up his business in the kitchen. Eventually I hear him swiftly make his way up the stairs, with a tray of food balanced on one hand and a cup of tea in the other he proudly walks over to me. He sets in gently down in front of me and sits across from me, his eyes sparkle as he looks at me expectantly.

I pick up the fork on the tray and start eating the breakfast Sherlock made. It's cooked surprising well, I may have under estimated him.

"Sherlock this is incredible."
"A man of many trades, John." He smiles up at me, and I feel my heart flutter.

So perfect...
"Oh I forgot something."
Sherlock quickly retreats downstairs and comes back up with some flowers.
"I wasn't sure if you would like them but they're nice, you're always heckling me about making this space a little more... presentable." He kisses the top of my head before setting the flowers down in-front of me in a vase. I do admit I have advised he make this space a little more welcoming, it's more his space than mine so I've lived with it.

This is something special, not the flowers but the recognition that this is also my space.
I finish eating and give him a big hug, who would have ever seen any of this coming.

"Thank you so much." I mumble into his chest.
"Anything for you." He replies squeezing me slightly.
"I'm afraid I have somethings to attend to this afternoon, I won't be around but I thought I'd leave you with a good start to your day." He says.

He slowly lets go of me and I look up into his eyes. They're so gentle and strong, I can't believe that this is coming from him. I lean  upwards to kiss his cheek (I had to stand on the tips of my toes... he's just a little taller than me) as we pull apart. He blushes but makes so effort to hide it as he maintains eye contact with me.

"I'll see you tonight John." He says quietly before heading downstairs and out the door. As soon as I hear the door click behind him I fall into my chair and feel my face warm up. It feels so wrong, I'm like a high school girl.

I can't help but wonder where this all came from? The romantic gesture, the grandeur of it when he seemed so hesitant before. This whole dating thing has been interesting, we've kissed but this felt like a simple strong commitment. Sherlock Holmes, a genius afraid of making friends spending the time to make breakfast and buy flowers. I don't know what to do with this feeling but I know I want Sherlock. I want him in such an unguarded way, his gesture lets me believe in what we have. All my hesitations and concerns disappear now that he's changing... not that he wasn't great before but this proof. This is proof that he is confident about me.

I no longer have to act strong and assertive in the company of others if the way he's acting keeps up. I want people to see us and know we're together without having to state it. I want the world to know that he's....

I want the world to know that Sherlock is my boyfriend, mine.

A/N-
I'm so incredibly sorry that it's taken me so long to update this book. I'm very thankful for all the comments and feedback I've been getting and I'm sorry that I haven't written in such a long time. I assure the story is really going to pick up in the next few chapters. Thank you all for hanging in there despite my inability to publish new chapters 😅😬.  I'm very thankful to those of you who read and enjoy this book, I promise the next update won't take as long as this one did. I apologize for thanking you about four separate times for the same thing, hope you enjoyed this chapter!