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John tossed over in bed again, he just couldn't seem to get to sleep, it had been such a long time since he'd had to sleep without Sherlock, or at least knowing where Sherlock was, he just couldn't relax enough to drift off. He tipped his head and glanced at the glaring digital display of the bedside clock. 5:07 am. Great. In 12 hours John would be married. Hopefully.

He hadn't heard anything from Mycroft, or Sherlock. He was beginning to panic, he'd run over the wedding plans in his head at least a hundred times, trying to work out what could be rescheduled if Sherlock didn't make it in time, but he was mostly just thinking about Sherlock, he missed him so much and it ached.

He lay in bed and thought about his favourite memories of Sherlock. Sherlock when he had just finished a case, triumphant smile and that odd twinkle in his eyes. The way Sherlock looks when he sleeps, so relaxed, John is pretty sure no one else has seen Sherlock that at ease.

John remembers the day Sherlock proposed. He hadn't known it was going to happen, Sherlock had been acting erratically for a few days, but nothing too out of the ordinary, then in the middle of the night Sherlock had woken John up gently.

"John, wake up." Sherlock whispered gently.

"Hmm." John mumbled.

"John, you need to wake up."

John groaned and rolled over, squinting his eyes open, "Is there a case?"

"No, I need to talk to you."

"Couldn't it wait till morning?"

"I doubt it."

John yawned and slowly pulled himself up to loll against the headboard, he looked at Sherlock properly for the first time since he'd been woken up. He looked a mess, and if John didn't know any better he would say Sherlock was high. His hair was violently sticking up at odd angles, his eyes wide and bright – too wide and bright for this time – and he was moving about constantly, rubbing his palms and wriggling his toes.

"What is it?" John asked warily.

"We've been together for a while now, not just as lovers, but as flatmates and friends."

"Yep."

"So, I think it may be time for our relationship to take a natural progression."

"Sherlock..?"

"John, what I'm trying to say is... Well," Sherlock paused, scrunching his nose adorably and looking a little lost, "Would you marry me?"

"Oh... Sherlock... This really wasn't the best time to spring that on me, I mean... I don't know, it's a lot to consider. I'm sorry, but I can't answer right away," Sherlock's expression crumpled, and John panicked, "I'm not saying no, I'm just saying I need time to think about it."

"John, I'm sorry-"

John pushed his fingers through Sherlock's curls, "There's nothing to be sorry for, I just need a little time to think." He pulled Sherlock close and gave him a deep kiss. "Please let's just sleep for a bit."

"Okay." Sherlock replied quietly.

John slid back under the covers, closed his eyes and realised what a total idiot he'd been, Sherlock Holmes had just asked him to marry him and he'd said 'he needed to think about it'. FUCK! He'd meant to tell Sherlock he was sorry and of course he'd marry him the very next morning, but a case had gotten in the way. When they were in the morgue crowded round a body he couldn't contain it anymore, he'd looked into Sherlock's eyes and told him yes. And then been caught having sex on the floor by Lestrade.

John glanced at the clock, having drifted off for a while. 7:13am. Well, he should be getting up anyway. He was getting married today. Wasn't he? He checked his phone, still no messages.

He quickly typed one up before heading for a shower and some breakfast.

Message sent to: Sherlock at 7:14am
Today's the day. Please come home. – JW