A/N: The first thing is that I posted the first two chapters of my newest story on my brand new AO3 page. My username on it is the same as this, jamesgatz1925, so search for me and read it there a few days before it's up here. The second thing is...nothing. That's it. Go find me.

Day 26 (Day 6): Wearing Each Other's Clothing

It's still cold the next morning, so when Sherlock wakes up he slips on a t-shirt and underpants he finds on the floor. The shirt is a bit too big and the underpants are a size too loose, so obviously they're John's, but Sherlock doesn't bother finding his own. He smiles and goes to the kitchen to continue with what he woke up early for.

Breakfast. He doesn't do it much. He doesn't even like eating it (it's too salty, to milky, and there's way too much bread involved), but John does. And he's gotten a bit better at the cooking thing. It is easy when you follow the directions perfectly and cook things the way they should be cooked, so he gets to work making John a special breakfast.

He decides to make an omelette, because they went to the shop two days ago and have enough ingredients to make a proper omelette. And John loves omelettes.

He starts the tea while the egg is frying, and he gets even more excited for John's surprise.

When it's ready a few minutes later, he puts the plate and their tea on a tea tray to take to their bedroom.

He goes in quietly, but John is awake and wearing Sherlock's underpants now.

Sherlock grins when he spots the underpants. "You stole my pants."

John nods at Sherlock's lower half. "You stole mine first, love."

Sherlock smiles wider.

"Did you make me breakfast?" John asks, sitting up against the headboard.

"I did."

"I knew I loved you for a reason."

"Is that the only reason?" Sherlock asks, slipping into the bed next to John.

"Of course not," John takes a mug of tea and leans over to kiss Sherlock. "Also for the way you look in my clothes."

Sherlock chuckles into another kiss. "Your omelette is going to get cold."

"Mmm," John sounds, kissing Sherlock's collarbone that's peaking over the collar of the shirt.

Sherlock pushes John away. "Eat. I didn't slave away for nothing."

"Oh shush," John says, sitting back and taking the plate. "It didn't kill you."

"It nearly did."

"Right," John replies.

While John is eating, Sherlock rushes downstairs to get the newspaper off the front step.

"Did you go out there like that?!" John asks, referring to Sherlock's lack of trousers.

Sherlock shrugs. "Yeah, so?"

John shakes his head. "Nevermind."

Sherlock just smiles.

When John finishes his food, he lays the trays and mugs and plate on the floor and they decide not to leave the bed.

"Thank you for breakfast," John says, hugging Sherlock close.

"You're welcome," Sherlock says. "It was my pleasure."

"I loved it. I love you."

Sherlock smiles. "I love you, too."

John kisses him lightly.

They hold each other closer and eventually close their eyes to go back to sleep.

John, however, has a racing mind. He's thinking about how much he loves Sherlock, how much he needs Sherlock in his life, and how perfect they are together.

Suddenly, he can't stop himself from saying, "Sherlock, what would you say if I asked you to marry me?"

Sherlock doesn't stir at all. Not even his breathing speeds up, so John thinks he's asleep. But before John can forget about it and go to sleep himself, Sherlock answers.

"Yes."

John's heart stops.

"Yes, what?"

"I'd say yes."

John's arms reflexively tighten around Sherlock. He doesn't say anything else, he just closes his eyes to stop himself from crying or doing anything else ridiculous.

"Well?" Sherlock asks as few minutes later.

"Well, what?"

"Are you going to ask?"

John laughs. His throat catches and he feels tears. "Sherlock," he whispers. "Will you marry me?"

"Yes."

John strokes a hand over Sherlock's side, over his own t-shirt on lovely Sherlock's skin.

"Alright," John whispers.

He feels Sherlock smile against his bare chest. Then, John closes his eyes and goes back to sleep.