"You proposed to John, then." Mycroft inspected Sherlock, who was sprawled on a chair in front of his desk, avoiding his gaze. "He refused."
"Wrong, actually," Sherlock said, glancing at him. "He was hesitant at first, but he said yes. Don't go telling Mummy yet, though. We'll think about the ceremony in a few months, but for now he's merely my fiancé."
Mycroft hummed. "Congratulations. I'm glad everything worked out in the end."
"Hardy," Sherlock snorted, turning his head to glare at him, "because I seem to remember you telling John how we wouldn't last, how I would get bored of him. And no, he didn't tell me," he added, "It was written all over his face."
"I was simply concerned about him, Sherlock. We both know you don't have the longest attention span."
"Think whatever you like. Just stay out of my business," Sherlock said, standing up to leave.
"If you need anything, regarding the wedding, do feel free to ask. And call Mummy when the time comes, I'm sure she will be pleased."
Sherlock stilled at the door and looked at him, a ghost of a smile on his face. "I will."
"Maybe telling Mother so soon was a mistake, after all," Sherlock muttered, looking at the photographs and papers scattered on the table.
"Sherlock, I don't even think we can afford this. Have you seen the price of these suits? How-"
"John, that's hardly a problem. Mummy has already offered to pay for everything. Think of it as our wedding present." He looked nervously at John, who still seemed completely bewildered. "I'm sorry about this. I'll tell her to slow down a bit; I know you didn't want to think about this so soon."
John turned to him and licked his lips, uneasy. "Sherlock, I don't mean to sound rude or anything but... I'd rather she stopped. Completely."
Sherlock's face fell. "Oh. Of course, I'll just- I'll talk to her, I'm sorry."
"Wait, sorry, I didn't mean it like that." John walked up to him and took hold of his hand, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips. "I am grateful for what she's doing, but I don't... That is, I would prefer something simpler. If that's all right, of course, I realized that we should probably talk about it; I didn't-"
"John, it's fine." Sherlock's shoulders slumped in relief. "Something simple would be lovely, actually." He smiled. "Do expect a honeymoon that involves at least 4 countries. She won't settle for less."
John grinned, pulling Sherlock closer. "That sounds quite nice, actually. Though I don't know if I'm too comfortable asking your family for money."
Sherlock snorted. "She would actually be offended if you didn't. Don't worry about it."
John hummed. He carded his finger through Sherlock's hair, glad that his curls were already taking form again, and pulled him down for a kiss.
"I love you," he whispered against his lips.
Author's notes:
So sorry about the delay. I've been too busy lately, and I've berely been home. I had a free hour today, so here it is, the new chapter :)
We're almost at the end, just one more to go!
Hope you enjoy x
