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Sherlock wasn't tired and even if he was, there was no way he would be able to sleep right now. Would he be able to slip out of bed, without disturbing John? He needed some time and space to himself so he could think. Maybe smoke a cigarette or at this point a whole pack. He moved away from his fiancé experimentally and then hesitated to see if the other man would stir.

John's face scrunched lightly and he instinctively moved closer to the warmth of Sherlock's body in his sleep. He mumbled something under his breath, clutching slightly at his fiancé as he twisted on the bed, tangling himself in the bed sheets as he turned away.

Sherlock stilled with a quiet sigh. He didn't deserve to be next to John right now. Didn't deserve to be married to the man next to him. He sighed again at his thoughts. Maybe Mycroft was right. Maybe they shouldn't get married so soon. Maybe they shouldn't get married period. The excitement he'd had was now replaced with doubt and fear. John needed someone better. Someone who could offer all those little things that Sherlock just couldn't quite grasp. Pre marriage jitters. That was all this was, right? Everyone had second thoughts in times like these…didn't they? He slid a foot off the bed and searched around on the floor with it and trying not to squirm too much. Eventually he found his pants and he picked them up slowly by digging his toes into them. He reached into the pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He turned away from his fiancé slightly, so the glare from the screen wouldn't wake the sleeping man. He sent a text to Mycroft.

I don't know if I can do this. Maybe you were right. Maybe we should just call this whole thing off. –SH

"Your phone just went off," Greg muttered, burying his face deeper into Mycroft's side. When he didn't hear a reply he reached up and gently tapped his fiancé's cheek. "Oi, lazy git, your phone."

"Fine." Mycroft opened one eye, reaching out to grab his cell phone. The bright screen made him wince but the text he read made him wake up. "No," he whispered softly, slowly moving to sit up.

"What?" Greg pulled away from Mycroft's side almost instantly. He didn't receive and answer as Mycroft tapped steadily at the keys in forming his reply.

This is normal. Cold feet. You can't be doing this now. You get married in nine hours, Sherlock. What happened? -MH

Sherlock had put his phone on silent, so it wouldn't make noise or vibrate. He would just wait for the screen to light up momentarily and for the icon to appear to know when a new message arrived. Eventually his older brother had text him back. He didn't really answer the question asked when he replied to it.

He deserves someone better. Someone who can offer him all the things I can't. –SH

Mycroft ran a hand down his face and glanced at Greg for a long moment. The intensity of the situation hit the Detective Inspector instantly. This was not good at all.

Ever consider talking to John about this? He is the one who proposed to you. He certainly seems to think you are good enough for him. What happened, Sherlock? –MH

Sherlock took a moment to think before replying.

John is asleep. We have talked about this, sort of. I guess. I don't know. We got into a domestic tonight. Almost as bad as the night he took his ring off. –SH

Mycroft read the text multiple times before slowly replying.

People have domestics, Sherlock. It happens. John wants to marry you. Unless you want to tell him tomorrow morning that you don't feel like marrying him then you need to focus. This is normal. Cold feet, like I said. What was the fight about? –MH

Sherlock didn't really feel like answering that question but did anyway. He ended the message in a sigh.

Truthfully? I am not really sure. He got upset because I don't make "googly eyes" at him? I don't know. I tried to understand and then I got frustrated when I didn't. I went to leave, because I didn't want to things worse. Then John yelled at me, saying he wanted me to prove my love to him. –SH

Oh. A fight over attention, over the simple things in a relationship that would be difficult for Sherlock to grasp.

John is normal, ordinary. He wants those things out of a relationship. I think he meant more of... just catching you watching him or something. Did you beat him up pretty bad? –MH

Ugh. This was pointless. Sherlock almost didn't reply.

Forget it. And John isn't ordinary! I will see at Mum's later today. - SH

He deleted the messages received and sent to his brother before tossing the phone onto the floor. That hadn't helped at all. Hamish jumped up on the bed and then curled up on Sherlock's chest. He petted the cat, staring at the darkness. This was going to be a long night.

John tensed on the bed, breathing heavily before he shot up. He was panting and clutching desperately at the blankets, his eyes darting around the room. "Sherlo-" He turned slightly and the moment his eyes fell on his fiancé he relaxed fractionally. Sherlock. Alive. In bed. "Sherlock." He reached a hand out tentatively and ran his fingers lightly across the other man's arm. Real. "Oh God, Sherlock." He ignored the small cat and moved to kiss his partner.

Sherlock couldn't help but wonder if he would ever get used to John waking up from a nightmare. Probably not. He took his fiancé's hand gently, giving it a reassuring squeeze. He returned the kiss, lifting his head partially to meet John half way. Hamish remained in place but he could feel the cat's tail lashing around on his stomach.

John didn't hesitate in exploring his fiancé's mouth, only pulling back when he started to feel lightheaded. "Sorry," he whispered, his eyes studying Sherlock's face in the dark. The other man knew, he always knew, and John knew he didn't even need to be apologizing but waking up like that was unpleasant for him. It couldn't be very lovely for Sherlock, all relaxed before John shot up like some madman. "No sleep for you, then?" He asked hoarsely. "Getting cold feet?" He asked jokingly, nudging his partner's foot with his own.

Sherlock gave a slight shrug. "Just not tired. I rarely am though." He was quiet a moment after that. "Why are you marrying me? I know you say I am perfect and wonderful...but I'm not..." Usually he was confident, cocky, arrogant man but this last fight had left him rattled. And now he was questioning every little thing about himself.

John's eyebrows were brought together in confusion. Of course Sherlock was wonderful, perfect. How could he not see that? "I am marrying you because I can't imagine you not being here. I decided when I was in Afghanistan that I wanted you to be there every moment of my life. I guess it is selfish but I couldn't help myself." He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and shrugged with his good shoulder. "Thinking about my life without you in it scares me." He looked down at their intertwined hands and nervously squeezed his fiancé's hand. "Why?"

Sherlock was quiet again for awhile. "I don't know...just over thinking everything probably..." He turned on his side so he was facing John. "We are getting married in a few hours. Guess I am just nervous. That is...normal right?" He leaned in and gave his fiance a quick kiss. "I love you."

John was curious to know why Sherlock was marrying him but after their most recent fight he was fairly sure that Sherlock might not have any reasons. "Yes, that is a bit normal," he whispered, returning the kiss with a smile. "Being nervous before big life moments is very normal. But, honestly, I can't wait to call you my husband." He moved slightly to tangle their legs together, a sheepish grin on his face.

Sherlock smirked a bit and snuggled into John carefully, resting his head on his fiance's good shoulder. His movement made Hamish jump off and leave the bedroom. "Can we just lay like this for awhile?" He didn't really feel like doing anything, but he needed the closeness of physical contact for reassurance he supposed.

"Of course we can," John whispered softly. If Sherlock needed support then John would give it to him. "Before my first deployment to Iraq I cried all night. So, really, you are doing a lot better before such a big event than most people." He placed a soft kiss into his fiancé's hair. Laying like this, surrounded by silence, was something he would never give up. "For always asserting your dominance you sure do like to snuggle against me," he whispered against the top of Sherlock's head with a smile, his arm wrapping around his partner's shoulders protectively.

Sherlock frowned a bit at John's admission, his hand squeezing his fiancé's once more. He was certain on given any other day and circumstance he would have had some sort of comeback to that last sentence, but right now Sherlock just didn't have it in him. He realized he was more than just nervous, he was scared. What if John left someday because things just didn't work out? What if they continued to keep fighting? He snuggled closer into his fiance, the grip on the other man's hand tightening without him noticing.

"Hey, calm down." John glanced down at his fiancé. The grip on his hand was rather obvious. "It is fine. We will be fine. You wait and see. We are getting married." His other hand ran soothingly up and down Sherlock's side. "Do you want to talk to me about it?"

Sherlock shook his head and relented the tight grip on John's hand. His eyes closed, not to sleep but just in hopes of clearing his mind. He needed to relax. His fiancé was right; everything would work out for the best. He had to believe in that otherwise he would just drive himself crazy and sick with worry. He snuggled closer to John still, his body finally relaxing.

"Okay," John whispered as he felt his fiancé relax. He shifted slightly to pull the blanket over both of them. "I am the luckiest man in the world. Soon you will be my husband." He craned his neck to get a decent look at Sherlock's face. "And I couldn't see myself marrying g anybody else." His fiancé was being too quiet and that was almost never good.

Sherlock didn't want to worry John, so he kept all his stupid insecure thoughts to himself. His eyes remained closed as he continued his contemplative silence for a few minutes longer. "Thank you. I am fine now. Just…needed a moment…." He was quite comfortable snuggled in close to his fiancé, so he stayed put. He wished at the moment he was actually tired, because sleep would allow him to escape his own mind. He had pretty much thought of every kind of fight happening between them occurring and finally it was just too much and John left. Now he was okay, his fiancé's words had been enough to ground him and keep him sane.

John took the hint and bit his bottom lip, choosing to run his hand soothingly down Sherlock's side. It was the middle of the night and he was fighting sleep, occasionally shaking his head. Sherlock needed him right now. Falling asleep wouldn't do anything for them. Kissing. Didn't kissing always make them both a bit happier? John moved his head and gently met his fiancé's lips, making sure the kiss was gentle and slow.

Sherlock returned the kiss and matched the pace of it set by John. He turned and shifted his body a bit so he could straddle his fiancé. He leaned down, so their bodies were pressed together. He was still in desperate need of the close contact. After a moment of enjoying and savoring the kiss he broke it and stared down at John. "The problem with being a genius is I think of everything. That last fight just…freaked me out I guess, and it jump started my brain into thinking way too much. But just like the first day we met, you saved me. Time and again, you have. Whether it be from some crazy madman or myself. I can always count on you to be there. So when I said 'thank you' earlier…that is what I meant…"

John pressed his chest against Sherlock's in response, taking a few shallow breaths as he held his fiancé's gaze. Any bit of emotion from Sherlock was cataloged and filed away for future reference. "I will always be there for you," he replied with a peck to his partner's lips. His hands moved down Sherlock's back slowly, stopping to knead his ass gently. "I am here to pick up the pieces. That is what husbands do." He nipped at Sherlock's bottom lip.

Sherlock nodded and rolled off John, snuggling into his fiancé's side once more. "Love you. Just want to lay here with you. Watch you sleep, if you manage to again." He smiled and kissed John's forehead.

Oh thank God. John was exhausted and worried he wouldn't be able to stay awake much longer. And the words that came out of Sherlock's mouth made his heart swell. He couldn't help the smile that took over his lips. "I think I can manage to fall asleep," he whispered, wiggling against Sherlock in excitement. The emotions rushing through him weren't containable and he wanted to jump up and scream, to let everybody know that his partner had said something so honestly domestic. He closed his eyes, finally, and forced his heart to stop racing. Before he knew it, he was snoring softly and the hand on Sherlock's side slid down to the mattress.

Sherlock smiled and kissed John's forehead again. Good, his fiancé was sleeping again. He rested his head on the sleeping man's shoulder, head turned to the side so he could watch the rise and fall of John's chest. His fingers ran through his fiancé's hair lightly. "Sleep my dear doctor. Try not to have any nightmare. We get married soon. I am right here," he whispered quietly. His other hand continued to hold onto John's hand, squeezing it gently in reassurance.

Every dream that passed through his mind for the next three hours were calm, fuzzy and warm around the edges. For a long time John didn't want to wake up but he felt weight against his left side. Sherlock. He groaned softly and took a sharp intake of breath, his tongue darting out to quickly lick his lips. He slowly opened his eyes and stretched his muscles. Wedding day. "Y'know what I have been wondering?" He asked sleepily.

Sherlock watched as John slept, happy that his fiancé found a peaceful slumber. He wasn't sure how much time went by when the other man awoke and he tilted his head up to look at John when he spoke. "What is that my dear doctor?" He continued to run his fingers through his fiancé's hair soothingly.

"Are you going to walk down the aisle today?" John raised a brow as he glanced down at his fiancé. "Or me? 'Cause... I don't really have parents or anything. And you do. Your Mum, at least. But I am wearing white, you know, and that is typically the one that walks down the aisle." He closed his eyes at the feeling of Sherlock's fingers in his hair. "Harry would laugh at me if I had to walk down the aisle."

Sherlock raised an eyebrow. "I don't know. I guess we will just have to ask my Mum when we get there. I am sure she has it all planned out. Maybe she already told me but sometimes when the wedding talk starts and doesn't end, I stop listening…" He trailed off, realizing that didn't come out exactly how he had intended.

"I should be offended that that you didn't listen to wedding plans." John shifted slightly and then turned so he was facing Sherlock. "But I left you all alone to plan it. Or, well, for your Mum to plan it. I don't blame you." He leaned forward and tugged at the dog tags around his fiancé's neck. "I have got a plan for you tonight," he whispered as he leaned forward and met the other man's lips.

It wasn't that Sherlock didn't care about getting married, but all the plans and the sure to be ostentatious ceremony really wasn't something that mattered. He would have been perfectly fine with a simple wedding. He peered up at John, a smirk tugging at his lips. "A plan, huh? Do I get to be privy to this plan, or do I have to wait all day in suspense?"

"I wouldn't want to ruin the surprise," John whispered with a mischievous grin. "But I have a feeling you might enjoy it." He ran his hand down Sherlock's stomach, stopping just below his belly button. Christ, they were getting married. By the end of the day John would be in bed with his husband. He grinned and leaned forward to gently meet his fiancé's lips.

The smirk got bigger. "Well, you know me. I always like to try new things," Sherlock replied. He returned the kiss, fingers still trailing through John's hair. "Do you want to clean up here or at my Mum's. If we do it here, we can take a shower together." The few times they had showered together had always been nice. Nothing sexual per se, but still enjoyable.

"Oh, here then," John replied eagerly. There was no way he was going to miss showering with his fiancé. "I think showing up clean might make your Mum a bit happier. Especially because you have dark spots under your eyes." He lifted his hand to run his thumb across his partner's cheekbone. "No sex in the shower," he joked softly. "Need to save everything for tonight."

Sherlock shrugged. "Didn't sleep. Wasn't tired." He smirked and turned his head to nip softly at John's thumb. "We should get ready then. Knowing my brother, he will probably drop by early to make sure we aren't...fooling around." He smirked again and then sat up.

At the mention of anybody possibly finding them doing anything made John practically jump out of the bed. "Then up with you." He stripped out of his pajama pants and boxers, moving slowly to the bathroom. "Let us get clean before we have to deal with Mycroft." He moved to turn on the water, entering the shower so the spray would avoid his bandages.

Sherlock sat on the bed a moment longer and watched John with a bemused smirk. For a man who was looking forward to having his future mother-in-law hear them in her own house, his fiancé sure was skittish right now. He couldn't help but wonder if John would actually be able to perform. His dear doctor was certainly a mystery to him at times. He finally entered the bathroom and got in the shower with his soon to be husband. He stood so his body would get sprayed on one side, and the side of John's body without bandages would also get water. "Do you want me to help, so you don't have to strain your shoulder?" He reached around, grabbing the shampoo. If his fiance didn't want help, he would just use it on himself.

"That would be good," John whispered with a small smile. Right now he just wanted to be near Sherlock, wanted to be touched by him and take it all in until they were separated. He stood on his toes and gently met his fiancé's lips, pressing his body against his partner's.

"I suggest you two stop that so we can reach Mum's on time." Mycroft opened the door to the bathroom loudly, looking at the shadows behind the shower curtain. "I have Amy. Mrs. Hudson has already left to go help Mum prepare." He shut the door and glanced at Lestrade with a smirk.

Sherlock didn't even look when the door opened. "See? Told you." He smirked slightly and gave John a quick kiss. "Now, behave. Unless you want my brother to come back in and drag us out." Another smirk crossed his lips and he added some shampoo to his hand and began massaging it into his fiancé's scalp.

John couldn't help the smirk that tugged at his lips, his body relaxing against Sherlock's as the other man washed his hair. That was certainly a wonderful feeling. "Want me to wash your hair, too? It would be a good reason to touch you." He pressed his lips to Sherlock's collarbone with a loud chuckle.

"I will also need your rings!" Mycroft shouted from behind the closed door. "You need to slip them on each other's fingers during the ceremony!"

Sherlock shifted slightly, so the spray of the water would run directly onto John's head. When the suds on the other man's head were gone, he bent over so his head was perpendicular to his fiancé's chest. "Okay, but use your good arm." He handed John the bottle of shampoo, having heard his brother but not bothering to reply.

John laughed and put some shampoo on Sherlock's head, using one hand the best he could to wash all of his fiancé's hair. "Need a haircut," he whispered with a soft smirk, lifting his partner's was to put it under the spray of the warm water. His hand, still covered in suds, run slowly down Sherlock's chest. The man in front of him was going to be his husband in a few hours and the thought made him grin like a school boy.

"I am sure my Mum will insist on trimming it before the wedding." Married. In a few hours. It was finally happening. Sherlock grabbed conditioner next, "Like when your hair is soft. Feels nice on my fingers," he explained and then added the gooey solution into John's hair.

The feeling of the conditioner made John grimace slightly and he quickly put some conditioner in Sherlock's hair. He reached up with his good hand and worked it into his partner's hair. "Need to get my hair trimmed. It is getting a little long." He placed a soft kiss on Sherlock's lips, sucking at his bottom lip. "Don't let her cut it all off. I love your unruly hair," he stated seriously against his fiancé's lips.

"Only if you agree not to get yours cut short too. Like your hair longer versus the military cut. I think I got spoiled by your longer hair at the beginning of our relationship." Sherlock grinned a bit and once the conditioner was rinsed out of their hair, he picked up a bar of soap and lathered up John's body. "You know, we haven't shagged each other in the shower since Scotland. We should fix that on our honeymoon." The grin twitched to a smirk.

The last thing John needed to talk about right now was shagging his fiancé. All morning he had been excited, forcing himself to stay calm. But even at just the mention of it he felt himself getting hard. Sherlock's hands running soap over his body wasn't helping. "We should fix it now," he said helplessly, his hips pressing forward without his consent. The desire and lust running through his body, the excitement about their day and the planned night, were driving him crazy.

"John, no. We don't have time. We can't be late to our own wedding. I would never hear the end of it from my mother or Mycroft." Sherlock gently pushed his fiance away a bit. Before John could change his mine, knowing one kiss would just about do it, he vacated the shower. He grabbed a towel and began drying his hair, hoping his fiance wouldn't be upset with him. They had done enough fighting in the last couple months to last a lifetime.

How was it that simple things from Sherlock's always threw John over the edge but the other man could walk out of the shower after he was all over him? He turned the water off and moved out, snatching the towel from his fiancé's hand and running it over his body with a smirk. "You will pay for that," he whispered playfully as he pulled his wedding ring off and set it on the counter. "Give me yours, going to run them out to Mycroft," he stated as he wrapped the towel around his hips.

Sherlock returned the smirk. "Oh really? You know I will probably just like it, right?" The smirk got bigger as he took his necklace with the ring off. He gave the wedding band to his fiance, but kept the dog tags in place. He finished drying off but didn't bother to wrap a towel around his waist like John had.

"I guess if you like it that will just be a plus." John stood on his toes to place a quick peck on Sherlock's lips before taking both of the rings and opening the door to the bathroom. "Get dressed," he said with a small laugh. "You will be nothing but a distraction." He slipped out the door and returned moments later with his cheeks blushed a deep red. "Remind me next time to tie my towel tighter," he muttered as he moved into their bedroom. "Or to just put on clothes."

Sherlock smirked and shrugged. His clothes were in their room and he had no problem walking out naked. "Unless you want to see my stunning young body gentlemen, I suggest you look elsewhere for a few moments." He waited for a moment and then left the bathroom and moved to the bedroom. He put on a fresh set of clothes. "Ready my dear doctor?"

John rushed to get dressed, looking at his fiancé with a wide grin. The next time they would be in the flat they would be husbands. "As ready as I will ever be," he said with a small laugh. His gut twisted and he could feel how hard his heart was beating. "Lets go get married." He walked out of the room and smiled when Mycroft plopped Amy into his arms. "Oh, well good morning!" He lifted the little girl in the air and was rewarded with a small shout. He brought her back to his chest and let his gaze dart between Mycroft and Lestrade. They were both in nice clothing, Mycroft in a tuxedo.

Sherlock followed after John and nodded a hello to Mycroft and Lestrade. He was a little upset with his brother about last night, so he brushed by his sibling without a word. The one time he had actually sought out help, he felt like Mycroft had failed him. Maybe he was just being childish and stubborn, but it didn't change the fact he was upset with his older brother. Today could end up being rather long.

John watched his fiancé curiously before accepting the diaper bag from Lestrade. The two other men went downstairs before he finally spoke up. "What happened between you and Mycroft?" He asked softly as he rocked Amy in his arms. It was obvious and he was good at reading Sherlock now. He reached out and placed a hand gently on his partner's back.

Shit. The last thing Sherlock wanted right now was for John to know what he was talking about with Mycroft last night. He settled for a half truth and hoped it wouldn't come to bite him in the ass later. "We were texting last night. Got in row. You know us, always arguing over something. It will be fine. We'll both pout and be stubborn about it for a little while and then we go back to tolerating each other's existence." He turned toward his fiancé and gave a smirk.

"Typical," John replied as he stood on his toes and placed a kiss on Sherlock's cheek. "Put up with him. We are riding in separate cars to your Mum's. This is the last time we get to see each other before the big moment." He opened his mouth to continue but Amy let out a small squeal and tugged at John's shirt. "And then we have the reception. And then I get to rip that tuxedo off of you."

Sherlock smirked. The idea of not being able to see John before the ceremony seemed utterly ridiculous to him, but apparently it was one of those stupid traditional things. "I will see you in a few hours." He kissed his fiancé on the forehead and then got in the car waiting for him. Was he going to be stuck with Mycroft or Lestrade? Perhaps both? He hoped neither, but he found that unlikely.

Ending Note:

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