And He Got One For Himself
It was a beautiful Sunday morning. I had just woken up when I saw Sherlock making tea. It really was a great sight. Cute butt moving gracefully, hands so fast as if catching fish and mouth uttering countless curses to anything which didn't behave as expected. I went and stood beside him.
"You sleep too much. I've waited for 10 hours and 27 minutes to tell you something." said he, glancing at me from time to time.
"I've told you to wake me up whenever you need me."
"Then you will end up not sleeping ever. Also we're going on a holiday," he said this with his usual deadpan voice but only I, or maybe you guys, would know how great both of those sentences were for me.
"Really? You are taking me on a H-O-L-I-D-A-Y?"
"I know the spelling of holiday. And yes, lying about the same won't-"
"Shut up." And I pushed him to face me and jumped on him.
"Our teaaa-"
"Yeah as if after last time I was going to drink that."
He smiled and hugged me.
After being forcefully removed from Sherlock by Sherlock, I asked, "But why?"
"I just wanted to spend a few days with you." Said he nervously smiling.
I was supposed to exercise everyday, right after I had woken up. He had prepared a daily routine for me and if not followed well, then no Sherlock for me that day. All this was to boost my stamina and immunity, which had really deteriorated. It was really funny, given that I'm supposed to be the doctor amongst us.
"What about my daily routine when we're on our holiday?" asked I, removing my sweat drenched clothes.
"Don't worry. We'll do things to keep up with it."
"I don't want to do things. I want to do Sherlock."
He looked up at me and smiled, "Well, a lot of doing Sherlock and a bit of doing things."
I went to take a shower while only thinking about what he had just said. After finally being dressed, I sat in my recliner to seriously talk about the holiday.
"When do we leave?" asked I, to a slightly irritated Sherlock who was trying to read some sheets of paper.
"Tomorrow, 7 a.m."
"What! I haven't packed. You haven't packed. And what about all the things we have to do before leaving? It's already twelve and-"
I was stopped by his finger pointing to the front door where two bags stood.
"Packing is done. All the other errands are being carried out as we speak. You can relax and let me do my work."
I nodded and went away into my room, thinking who the hell was the man in our living room.
It was about six when Sherlock came in and sat beside me.
"You didn't have your lunch. Why?"
"I don't feel like eating, Sherlock."
"You're only excused for today. So, have anything for us to do together?"
"Yes! Make hot chocolate, play some movie and cuddle."
"We did that yesterday, day before yesterday- We do that almost everyday."
"No, we don't do that when you run away somewhere or when I'm angry with you."
"Hence, almost."
I rolled my eyes. "Have any other ideas?"
"Yes. Dancing with you, then a nice dinner and finally sleeping peacefully together."
"Sherlock, did you eat something funny?"
"No."
"Did you fall down on your head?"
"Recently? No."
"Nevermind I-"
"So whose idea are we-"
"Yours."
"Good." And he smiled and disappeared into the living room and soon I heard his violin playing.
"Are you not- Oh, when did you record it?" asked I looking at him.
"Doesn't matter, it's here for you whenever you wish to hear it even if I'm not there." He smiled though sadness was somewhat evident in his eyes.
"Um, thanks?"
"Shall we?"
And we danced for almost an hour before following the rest of his idea.