Author's Note: Thank you so much for the reviews on the last chapter! The comments really meant a lot to me. Anyways, here is the next chapter of the story! I hope that you like it.
Today was it. Today was the day. John could hardly believe it. After all of that planning, he was finally going to get married. He was finally going to be able to show Sherlock how much he meant to him. He got out of his bed- yes, he was in his own bed; Sherlock and him had decided that they wouldn't spend the night in the same room because they wanted to be somewhat traditional before they got married. He slipped on his slippers and headed to the kitchen, hoping that Sherlock wouldn't be up yet.
He turned on the kettle and quickly checked his blog. Unfortunately, no one had commented on his last post. Sighing, he got up and poured the water into a mug. He placed a tea bag in it and headed to the bathroom to shower. Luckily, he got into the shower without any disturbances from Sherlock. He stripped and hopped into the shower, ready to start the day. The water sprayed onto his face, melting the tension that he didn't know was in his shoulders. He stayed under the stream for several minutes before he washed his body and got out.
He wrapped a towel around his waist, darted to his room, and put on a pair of pajamas. Normally he would have gotten dressed for the day, but he didn't want to put on his suit and ruin it. Once he was dressed, he headed to the kitchen so he could enjoy his tea while he waited for Sherlock to wake.
So today was the day- those were the first thoughts that entered Sherlock's head when he woke. His eyes jolted open and he hopped out of bed, eager to get the day started. Well, maybe eager wasn't the right word. He was more anxious than anything, but he and John agreed that they would take this day one step at a time. John had told him that he wasn't allowed to think about the ceremony until they were on their way to the hotel.
Since he wasn't allowed to think about what was happening later on in the day, Sherlock decided to think about what he was going to have for breakfast. He slipped on his dressing gown and headed into the kitchen, hoping that John would have made something special for their 'big day'. The aroma of french toast hit him when he entered the kitchen. John was standing by the stove with a huge grin plastered across his face.
"Good morning, Sherlock," he said, turning over the french toast.
Sherlock kissed John on the head and went to the refrigerator to get milk for his tea. He grabbed the milk and poured himself a cup of tea while John finished making breakfast.
"How did you sleep?" John asked, glancing over at him.
"Well, thank you. How about you?"
"It was weird sleeping without you, but I slept okay, I suppose."
Sherlock took a sip of his tea and grinned. "Starting tonight, John, you will never have to sleep in different bed than me again."
John took the french toast out of the pan and put it on a plate.
"I know," He smiled at the thought. He placed the plate in front of Sherlock and sat across from him, where another plate sat. "It's not like I'm not used to sleeping with you, though." His smile spread into a grin.
A knowing glint shined in Sherlock's eyes.
"I know," he took a bite of the french toast. "This is very good, John. Thank you for making it."
"I'm glad that you like it, Sherlock." He paused. "When we get married...you will eat every day, correct? Even if you have a case?"
Sherlock frowned; he hadn't considered this. Ever since he and John started to date, he had eaten almost anything that John put in front of him. And, the only time he didn't eat was if he was on a case. But, he had never thought about what would happen after they got married. He still didn't enjoy eating, but John made him because he said that he needed to.
"Yes, I will, John." He said at last, taking another bite of his food.
John raised an eyebrow.
"Really? You'll do that?"
"Yes, I will. But...only if you promise that you won't make me eat all of the food if I am truly not hungry."
John let out a breath but nodded.
"Yes, but if I don't see you eating any of the food on the plate, I will make you stay at the table until you eat all of it. So, if you don't want to do that, you have to eat at least half of the food that I place in front of you. Understood?"
Sherlock nodded.
"I understand, John. I'll eat."
About three hours later, Sherlock found himself staring at his reflection. His curly hair was damp and was neatly slicked back, away from his face. His face was slightly red from the shower, and a blue towel was wrapped around his waist. A stack of clothes sat behind him on the bed. Sighing, he went over to them, and slipped on his pants and trousers.
Once his trousers were on, he buttoned up that purple shirt that John loved so much. He had wanted to save it for their honeymoon, but he decided at the last minute to just wear it to the wedding. After all, it was his wedding; he could wear whatever he wanted to wear. He grabbed his blazer and slipped it over his shoulders.
When he decided that he was pleased with the way he looked, Sherlock put on his shoes and left his room, ready to go to the hotel.
John let out a breath when he saw his reflection. He had his best suit on; one that he rarely wore. It was completely black and had thin white strips that ran up the suit. Originally, he and Sherlock had agreed that they would both wear black suits, but John changed his mind at the last second; he didn't want them to look exactly the same.
He grabbed his phone and slid it into his pocket, and walked out of his room, his heart pounding in his ears. This was it; he was finally going to get married.
Sherlock sighed; he had hoped that he would see John before he left for the hotel, but of course, John stuck to his word. When they were first discussing the wedding, Sherlock had told John that they would ride to the hotel together. John was fine with that idea, but once they started to actually plan the wedding, John's opinion changed. He made them promise that they wouldn't see each other in the flat once they put their suits on.
He grabbed the keys to the flat and headed out to the street where Mycroft was waiting for him. Yes, Mycroft was waiting for him. Despite their rocky history, Mycroft had claimed the he would be on his "best" behavior on this day because he didn't want to ruin it for Sherlock. Sherlock hoped that his brother would actually stick to his word; after all, his brother did have a tendency to screw things up.
The door opened when he stepped out on the street. Mycroft's assistant appeared and gestured to the car.
"Mycroft is waiting for you, Sherlock," she said, smiling a bit too brightly for Sherlock's taste.
"Thank you," he muttered before sliding into the limo.
He stiffened when he saw his brother. This was not how he wanted to be going to the wedding.
"Hello, brother," Sherlock said, nodding towards Mycroft. Mycroft let out a sigh.
"It's your wedding day, Sherlock...can you not drop your coldness for one day?"
Sherlock scoffed.
"If I remember correctly, brother, you were the one who told me that compassion wasn't a quality that someone should have. You told me that it wasn't an advantage. So, why shouldn't I act cold towards you?"
Mycroft narrowed his eyes.
"But you aren't cold to John, and he isn't even your family."
Sherlock pursed his lips and glared at Mycroft. No, he did not just utter those words.
"John is someone that I have feelings towards and is someone who is always there for me. You had a chance to be there for me, to try to comfort me, but instead, you chose not to. All you told me was that...how did you put it? 'Vulnerability is not an quality that helps a person. It only holds them back; you must be colder, Sherlock'." He shook his head. "I was eleven, Mycroft. When one is eleven, they are allowed to be emotional. People consider it normal."
Mycroft looked out the window and glanced back at Sherlock.
"I know that I may have said that, but that does not mean that you have to apply those 'rules' to me. I believed that I was helping you."
Sherlock clenches his jaw.
"I was eleven! Most older brothers would have wanted to stop those who were bullying their sibling. But no, you decided that it was my fault. That I had to become more tough. And they just bullied me because I was intelligent."
"Still. They were below you, and you were foolish for letting them get to you."
Fortunately, they had arrived at the hotel. Sherlock threw the door opened and stormed out, desperate to get as far away from Mycroft as possible. Part of him still couldn't believe that John had invited him. Why couldn't they have just had the ceremony without him? He walked into the hotel and searched for the ballroom.
So that's the end of the chapter. I hope that you enjoyed it. As always, thank you so much for your continued support. It truly means a lot to me. Also, feel free to tell me what you thought of the chapter in a comment. [I'd love to hear your thoughts on it.] Anyways, I shall let you go now. Thanks for reading once again!