He never expected to have any gifts or anyone bother to remember to say happy birthday to him every year, least of all Sherlock.
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John woke up early that morning like he would any other day. He got up, took a shower, made breakfast an tea for himself and Sherlock and got ready to leave for work.
He knew Harry wouldn't remember she was likely drunk. He had never told anyone at the surgery when his birthday was either and he never told Sherlock.
His day at work, like always was busy and he was exhausted when he got back to the flat that evening. He trudged up the stairs slowly and looking at his feet opened the door and moved to hang his jacket up to see another pair of shoes in front of his. They were Sherlock's, and so he looked up lazily wondering what it was now.
"Case?" John asked simply not able to speak much else, the stress of the entire week ready to be expelled tomorrow, because it was Saturday tomorrow.
"Of course not, John. Do you really think I e forgotten?!" Sherlock asks him taken aback.
"Forgotten what exactly?"
"Your birthday, John!" Sherlock looked down at him and smiled the smile only John got to see. "You thought I would forget like everyone else, but John, I am not everyone else."
"Sherlock-" John moved a hand to his eyes and then pinched the bridge of his nose while his eyes were squeezed shut. "Please tell me you didn't get me anything.."
Sherlock stood there and watched John ask him and leaned in close, "If that's what you want me to tell you..." And then he brushed his lips lightly against John's unsuspecting ones.
John's eyes bolted open and were wide, looking at Sherlock. His eyes were closed blissfully. And before he knew it the kiss was over.
"Sherlock-"
"I thought that would be eligible to be a present for you.." John thought he almost saw Sherlock look...ashamed.
"Come here." John moved close to him and kissed Sherlock this time. He kept it simple and quick, loving and gentle. "It was perfect." He smiled at Sherlock and laced his fingers into Sherlock's loose hand. "That's the best present I've ever gotten from anybody, Sherlock."
Sherlock move to hold John and let his doctor lean into his arms and become almost dead weight.
Before John knew it he was close to sleep. "Sherlock I'm gonna go up to bed.." He waited a moment and looked up at him, "you can come if you want."
Sherlock smiled down at him, "Anything John Watson wants on his birthday."
Sherlock led them to his bedroom and climbed in next to John.
"Happy Birthday, John." He whispered as he wrapped an arm around his waist and kissed his back. He fitted his knees to be where Johns were and became the bigger spoon to hopefully make John feel content.
"Thank you, Sherlock.." He soon drifted off to sleep, happier than he had been all week and for a long time, with his flatmate and his hand squeezes Sherlock's gently before he drifted off into a happy dream.