John walked up the front steps of the house he and Sherlock owned. Four bedroom, two bath, and a backyard complete with a pool and a hot tub had seemed a bit excessive when they first bought it, but it proved to be exactly what they needed when Natasha came along and Hamish grew up a bit.
John walked into the kitchen, pulling The Box out, and stuffing something else into his pocket.
"Hello," Sherlock said, leaning away from the stove to kiss John as he set down the bags.
"Hey," He responds, that little smile on his face he gets every time Sherlock kisses him.
"You know, Dad, you should be used to kissing him by now. You've been married for almost 21 years." Hamish remarked, swiveling the bar stool at the breakfast bar he was seated at.
"Yeah, well, you should be used to me kissing him since you've been watching it happen for almost 20 years," Sherlock replied. He washed the asparagus John brought home and chopped it. "How are we going to go about this?"
"I have some ideas; I'll be fine." The blonde whispered.
"Alright. Hal, just stir this around. I'll be back in a bit, you can call me earlier if you have issues. I want to watch it." Sherlock handed the spoon to his son. John rolled his eyes before the two headed off towards their daughter's room.
John knocked on the door as his husband hid behind him. "Honey, can I come in?"
"Yeah, fine, whatever." was the muffled response.
John opened the door and kept open a sliver so Sherlock could see what was happening. "Hey, Daddy told me you had a bad day. I have something for you, hoped it could help." He pulled a king size Hershey's milk chocolate bar out of his pocket, and set The Box in his hand down. I'm sure you've looked something up in all the hours you've spent on the computer." John nodded towards The Box, and Natasha slightly nodded her head.
She took the candy bar, pointedly ignoring The Box. "Yeah okay whatever thanks."
John hugged her with one arm and kissed the top of her head. "Dinner will be ready in about 5 minutes." He got up and Sherlock stepped back so he could open the door to get out. As soon as the door closed, Sherlock pulled his husband into his arms.
"I love when you're perfect with our children," He said.
"Yeah, well, I love you," John kissed him, but they were forced to part when a 'Dad!' was called from the kitchen.
"I love you, too," The younger man whispered, kissing John once more before stepping away and calling, "Coming, Hal!"
SCREAMS. I started writing this on Thursday, but I had a car ride trip today to the beach. I hope you liked it, and reviews are welcome. :D :D :D