It's been a week since it was found not to be against God to be a sodomight, since then alot of people have been free'd form jail and families have forgiven some who had been hanged. Supprisingly alot of people came out to be a sodomight also, including many women which was the biggest shock, well apart from the small fact that Holmes was a sodomight even though he had a child with a woman. A women loved. "Well you see Watson, I was hetoralsexual for her. But in general woman bore me," Holmes had said when Watson had confronted the man. Watson could still not understand why his stomach had down back and front flips when Holmes had said that so the man chose to ignore it. Well he tried to anyway, but eveytime Holmes touched Watson on accendent or for a friendly pat on the back Watson felt a jolt go through him ad it was becoming harder to repress. In-fact it's gettig so bad that Watson is avoiding Holmes more and more and the strain is starting to show.

"Watson?" Holmes asked as Watson sat in his chair reading the paper and the kids were playing on the floor between Holmes and Watson's chairs.

"Yes Holmes?" Watson asked.

"Why are you avoiding me?" Holmes's question stratled Watson making the man look up at the Detective.

"What are you on about Holmes?" Watson eventually replied and hid himself behind his paper.

"Don't be like that Watson you know exactly what I mean," Holmes snapped causing Watson to look at him and then at the children on the floor who had stopped playing to watch what was happaning. Holmes huffed and sat back in his chair glaring at Watson. Watson let out a stuttering breath behind his paper and carried on reading, but he was aware of his friends eyes on him throughout the night.

"DINNER!" Mrs Hudson bellowed up the stairs. The children barrled out of the door and Watson hurried after them.

"WASH YOUR HANDS!" he shouted down the stairs and the children trooped back up to wash their hands along with Watson and then they barrled down the stairs again. When Watson arrived he found Holmes sat at the table still scowling and the two children talking animatly. Wendy's speech was imroving and most of the time you could understand her. Watson sat between Mrs Hudson and Wendy. They all dug into their food but Holmes mainly played with his eating every now and then.

"Mr Holmes don't play with your food," Mrs Hudson sighed.

"Sorry nanny," Holmes sneered and threw his food in the trash and stomped up the stairs back into the shared flat. Watson sighed and Mrs Hudson looked at him.

"You need to talk to him Docter. He's afraid you hate him." Mrs Hudson said as she cleaned away the dishes. Watson sighed again and went to start the bath for both the children, only to find it ready and Holmes sat on the floor by it with his shirt sleeves rolled up.

"Holmes what are you doing?" Watson asked.

"You keep complaining about your leg causing you jip today so I thought I'd bath the children so you did not need to kneel on the cold hard floor," Holmes replied looking at Watson with his mask stuttering slightly but returning qickely.

"Oh OK." Watson replied and called out of the door, "WENDY! JAMIE! BATH TIME!" soon two sets of feet could be heard heading for the bathroom.

"Are you not bathing us tonight Uncle John?" Jamie asked when he saw his father sat by the bath.

"No but I can stay in here if you wish," Watson replied as he started undressing Wendy while Holmes helped Jamie.

"Please," Wendy managed to say. Watson smiled and kissed the top of the childs head.

"Than I shall," Watson replied lifting Wendy into the tub and sitting on a chair in the corner of the bathroom while watching Holmes bath the two children and he couldn't help but smile. Watson stuttered when he realised the feelings he had been feeling all week were nothing but love. John Watson loved Sherlock Holmes. And he didn't care, in-fact it made Watson smile all the more. He moved the chair so he was next to the bath and placed his legs in Holmes's lap. Holmes looked at him in confusion for a moment before going back to washing Jamie's hair while Watson washed Wendey's. When the baths were done Watson curled up on the sofa with Wendy and Jamie curled up with his father in Holmes's arm chair, while Watson read them one of the stories he had written for them. Soon both were asleep in their rooms and it was just Watson and Holmes.

"Watson why have you been avoiding me?" Holmes asked. Watson sighed and looked at Holmes.

"Because I was having feelings that I didn't know what they were and it was scaring me. So I thought if I avoided you they would go away. It wasn't until today when you were bathing the children that I realised what those feelings were. Which is why I moved and placed my feet in your lap," Watson answered never looking away from those brown eyes.

"And what pray are those feelings?" Holmes asked.

"Love. I love you Sherlock Holmes," Watson replied and Holmes smiled.

"And I love you John Watson. Have done for a long time." Holmes replied and lent forward to kiss Watson on the lips. Watson sighed, this was the way it was meant to be.