John walked into the bakery next to 221B and let the smell take wash over him. Who doesn't love the smell of a bakery? He stood at the counter for a moment before he rang the bell. When he did a man walked out from behind. When he seen John a smile came to his face.
" John! Your here for that aren't you." He stated letting the shorter man to the back behind him.
" You've lost weight." John tried to make a little conversation as they walked though the working ovens. The baker laughed at his comment.
" Not to much, you can't trust a skinny cook!" He grinned, a small twinkle in his eye. " Now one moment and I'll be right out with it."
So as the baker went to the cooler John stood there. A small part wanting to join him in the cooler. It was summer, and the ovens working hard. He was needless to say a little warm. Yet he waited there rocking back and forth on his heals.
" Right sorry 'bout that." The baker backed out of the cooler. He was holding a little box in his hands. John took it with a small thank you. With that he went to the flat.
Before he went inside he hid the box behind him. Like it would confuse the worlds only consulting detective. As the door opened the door to see the not so happy face of his flat mate. Sherlock's eyes bore into his.
" Why do you really insist on this?" He hissed.
" How did you…" John started to ask Sherlock pointed.
" Lastrade seemed to invite himself in!" John bit his lip holding back a small laugh as he seen Lastrae wave from the chair.
" Oh, am I late?" Came Molly's voice behind him. Sherlock's face didn't look any better, but he did let them in.
After a while of just the few of them talking. Well John, Molly, and Lastrade talking. They opened the cake. They all gasped as they looked and the little piece of art.
It was a round cake. The icing was a blood red, a small knife in the middle of the words. " Happy Birthday Sherlock Homles." When they cut into it the insides was red velvet with a white pudding in the middle. It had turned into a liquid so it flowed out.
After everyone left John was cleaning up when Sherlock walked up behind him.
" Why do you do this every year?" He asked. John smiled at his friends confusion.
" Everyone has a birthday Sherlock, you also have friends who want to celebrate it with you." His response came in the form of muttering.
" You don't even pick the same day!" He almost yelled. John laughed at that.
" It's the one chance I have to confuse you. I like to take it." More muttering, John smiled a bit. " You know, Mycroft offered to tell me your birthday before, but you know I like it better this way. Keeps you on your toes."