Hello, long time no see...Yes that is my fault. So I wrote a quick chapter to push me back into this story, I hope you enjoy!
John slowly opened his eyes, let himself slowly wake up. He felt the soft Egyptian cotton of the sheets on his skin, and the fluffy feather pillow against his head, the warm and comfort welcoming him into the world. Suddenly his eyes were open and he was sitting up. Where was he? How did he get into this bed? And where was Sherlock for that matter?
John threw his legs over the side of the bed, looking at the alarm clock which read 6:24. Maddy. Where was Maddy? Then, it all came rushing back. The mansion, the party, the fight, all of it. Even though he was still fairly sure he fell asleep in the chair, and he still had quite a few unanswered questions, he knew Maddy was safe.
He sat back down on the foot of the bed, his hands rubbing over his weary face. After fifteen or so minutes he decided, that it was, if fact, time to wake up and greet the world. He toed his way to the closet, deciding what he should wear, and what he and Maddy would do for the day. He thought about the impending birthday party he still had to plan and make as posh as possible, he sure felt out of his depth with this one. He had never planned a party, or at least not one of this magnitude. But really how hard could be? He would soon find out.
John pulled out a plain blue T-shirt and a pair of dark brown pants. Sherlock loved this shirt on him, he thought, as a smile grew wide on his face.
He hadn't seen Sherlock since his abrupt departure from their kind of fight. Sherlock wasn't mad at John, and John wasn't mad at Sherlock, there were just mad at the situation. Really, Sherlock should be upset with that ignorant pig of a woman as well, but he wasn't. He was too calm and understand, and much too unlike himself for John's liking. The usual Sherlock would be irate and unapologetically mean. But Sherlock had been different lately, he had been more caring, more kind, hell, he proposed! If the kind of romantic gesture wasn't against his personality what was?
John blinked as the sun peeked in through the window, beaming over the green countryside. The view was breath taking, but it was missing something...his family. John moved out of the grand master bedroom and headed toward the nursery, hoping that at least if he couldn't see Sherlock, he could see Maddy. He walked quietly down the straight hall, still in awe of all the grace this large house possessed.
As he got closer to the nursery (which wasn't all that far from their room), he could hear hushed whispers and quiet giggles, sweet and high like music floating in the air. He smiled at Maddy's silliness, knowing she only made those noises when she was extraordinarily happy. As he pushed open the half opened door, he stopped in his tracks.
Sherlock sat on the floor across from the little girl, with assorted finger puppets on every finger. Even Sherlock was smiling as he continued what John assumed was a story, in what he assumed was Russian.
"Oh John, do join us." Sherlock said, taking a break from the story.
Maddy smiled, one of her copper curls falling into her eye. "Yes! Daddy, sit!" She giggled as she patted the spot next to her on the plush white rug.
John sat down next to the little girl before scooping her into his lap, and pressing kisses into her porcelain cheek, making all three smile.
"No! Daddy, wisten."
John and Sherlock both took the hint. John settled down, and the deep voiced story continued. John couldn't understand a word, but Maddy seemed completely entranced as Sherlock spoke and the finger puppets danced.
John's heart swelled as he watched Sherlock play with the little girl, it was such a simple act, with such an amazing meaning. John knew if he thought about it for too long, he would fall apart so he willed the thoughts away and aimed to keep himself in one piece.
Sherlock finished the story and looked at John. "John, ya tak sozhaleyu o tom, kak ya deystvoval . Mozhete li vy prostit' menya?"
John stared at him blanking, knowing he heard his name and yet didn't understand anything after that.
"I said that in russian...didn't I?"
John nodded. "Care to translate?"
The brunette smiled and cleared his throat. "I'm so sorry for how I behaved, do you think it still possible to forgive me?" He asked, his eyes pointed at the floor.
John laughed. "Of course I can forgive you! Heck, if either of us needs to be forgiven, I'm fairly sure it's me. I'm the one who went livid and couldn't calm down. All you did was send me tea." He said with a weak smile as he played with Maddy's long curls.
"Oh John, I was furious. I was absolutely mad with anger. It was all I had not to send someone after her, or do the job myself!" He said as he jumped to his feet.
"You didnt...right?"
Sherlock smiled. "No, I didn't. I came here instead, watched Madeline sleep. Her little chest rising and falling." He took a moment to watch the girl once more. "She truly is a miracle, isn't she?"
The doctor quickly found himself on his feet, with his lips pushed against the taller mans, his hands wrapping into his dark curls, and his body pressed against his slender frame. Sherlock was rigid, before he let himself fall into the kiss and join in. He moved his lips against John's, running his hands down John's muscled body.
"Daddy, Daddy!" Maddy called forcing John to break the kiss and catch his breath.
"Yes, Sweetheart?"
The toddler smiled up at him, making her eyes impossibly big. "Can Maddy have hugs and kisses too?" She asked, her voice like music.
John laughed and got down on one knee. "Of course! Princess can have all the hugs and kisses they want." He said as he took her into his arms and squeezed her tightly as he stood up.
Sherlock smiled as he pressed a soft kiss into her mess of hair and John kissed both of her soft cheeks, making her giggle at all the attention. "Thanks Daddy, oh and Sherbrock! Down now?"
"Alright. "He said as he lowered her to the floor once more.
The two men joined hands as they watched the much loved girl roll around on the floor. "I love you. And I love her, not only because she's part of you, but because she has won me over in a way I never thought possible. Thank you... thank you for giving me a family." Sherlock said as he pulled John into a strong embrace.
"Sherlock, as much as I love you, I'm already having a hard time not pushing you to the floor and taking you here and now, so please don't make it harder on me." He laughed as he pecked him on the cheek. "Oh, and I love you too." He said as he gave him another, more passionate kiss as Maddy's back was turned.
So first things first, yes I did use google translate for that russian bit...So if you speak russian I apologize. Next, thank you so much for sticking with the story even though I have been horrible and have taken sooooo long to post! And thanks for reading!