-I swear that last chapter ended happier in my head but oh well

It's so easy to have people argue but when it comes to bringing them back together it takes me hours-

He doesn't understand John. He doesn't understand. Make him understand.

I couldn't even bring myself to walk down the corridor so I just stood leaning on the other side of the door. Walking normally helps me calm down but this just felt like running away. Would it really bother me that much to go on a case right now? I guess I am still brainwashed by what is considered 'normal' and 'tradition'. To be honest it would be weirder to not have a case for two weeks. A once in a lifetime case he said and I'm acting like I wouldn't have enjoyed it.

You have just denied your husband, that's right husband, the chance to do the thing he loves with the threat of going home and leaving him here if he goes on his own. I don't even know what's right anymore.

God John you're acting like you've never had a relationship before with all this worrying.

Make him understand.

"John. Come in so I can talk to you."

He's going to say I'm being pathetic. Well he would never say that to me but how can he not be thinking it.

I swiped my key card and went back inside.

He was sat on the sofa that was in the middle of the room with his head held in his hands. He looks so broken I wanted to wrap my arms around him and say everything is going to be ok. But I couldn't, not yet. It was his turn to talk.

He slightly tilted his head to the right still not looking at me and I sat next to him.

"I don't always know what you want from me John because I have never wanted so badly to please anyone in a way that didn't involve me solving some sort of crime. I also don't always see why I should follow conventions and I still didn't when you left so I called Lestrade and that friend of yours from work Jim. They both basically told me I was being a selfish prick by even considering going on a case now. Everything you said was true, I need to think about you too because you're my husband."

"Sherlock look at me." While he was talking he was still hutched over, rubbing the palms of his hands into his eyes. He still wouldn't turn his head so I gently pulled up his chin and rested my hand on his cheek.

"We should go on the case."

"What?"

"I know what I said before but we have a whole week with just us so we should do it."

"But we only have 4 days left here."

"Well it's a good job you're Sherlock Holmes then." Finally he smiled.

"Will you pass me my phone?"

"Of course where is it?"

"The bedroom."

Why wouldn't it be in a different room? I stroked my hand down his face and went to get the phone. I opened the door and stopped.

The curtains had been drawn leaving the room lit by a dozen candles. The bed was covered in the rose petals that he had laughed at a few days before, arranged to show the letters J and S. He was then behind me, arms around my waist and breathing into my ear "Lets apologise to each other properly."