Hello sweeties! Here is the second prompt, again from Marci who asked for Sherlock's birthday! Therefore this is set between the Great Game and Scandal in Belgravia. Sherlock's birthday is on June 23 and he was born in 1981, making him 34. Lexi turns 32 during Scandal in Belgravia. So, there you go! I'm working on a few more prompts but college work has been crazy so I've been a bit slow but I have a list of them and I am working on them. I think the next one is Willow Owl's recordings prompt. See you here again when I get the next prompt finished. Allons-y!

Lexi's POV

A bright morning light flooded into the living room of Baker Street as I rushed around the room putting the last few decorations up. John was sitting in his chair, Mrs. Hudson sitting on the couch, the two of them watching me as I moved around the room like a busy bee. It was Sherlock's birthday and I wanted everything to be perfect. It was the first of our birthday's that we would be celebrating together in Baker Street and I wasn't sure if he had actually celebrated his birthday the last few years. Mycroft might have possibly done something for him which I doubted and I also doubted that he had gone home to see his parents. Spending your birthday alone was never fun so I was throwing him a bit of a surprise. The week leading up to his birthday he seemed to not even be bothered by it but I had dropped subtle hints as it got closer just to judge his reaction. He seemed dismissive of it but I could tell that there was some part of him that was hopeful. Once I was happy with the flat I looked back at the other two occupants and nodded, a bright smile on my face.

"Alright, I'm going to wake up Lock. You two get ready," I told John and Mrs. Hudson who I had gotten to wear party hats. I grabbed two more and proceeded back to Sherlock and my shared bedroom, a new concept, two hats in my hand. I just hoped that it wouldn't be too much for him.

Sherlock's POV

Sherlock awoke as the bed sunk down beside him and a warm body curled up next to him. He breathed in deeply, catching the scent of apple blossoms and he smiled sleepily before he pulled Lexi closer to him. She laughed brightly before she nuzzled her face into his chest and Sherlock tucked her head under his chin, pressing a kiss to the top of her head as he slowly awoke. He listened to her steady breathing as he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, trapping her against him so that she had no choice but to stay with him.

"Happy Birthday," She whispered into his ear and Sherlock peeled his eyes open, blinking rapidly a few times in surprise. He had nearly forgotten it was his birthday. Most times he forgot because no one really remembered and he had no one to spend his birthday with.

"Thank you," Sherlock mumbled and Lexi nuzzled her face into his shoulder before she chuckled and pulled back in her arms slightly. He looked down at her, blue- grey eyes meeting bright hazel and he grinned slightly as her face lit up, her nose crinkling slightly.

"So, birthday boy, it's time to get up, it's already gone past ten," Lexi told him and Sherlock turned around slightly to look over his shoulder and he saw that she was right. "Come on, there's a surprise in the living room," She told him as she pulled him up right and then she leaned over and grabbed something off of his night stand which he couldn't see until she held it up.

"No," He told her as soon as he saw the infernal party hat. "I am not wearing that," He vowed and she pouted at him.

"John is," She told him and Sherlock frowned at her in confusion. John was wearing a party hat? Why? "And Mrs. Hudson, look," She told him before she put one on her own head and Sherlock bit back a snort. She actually looked quite adorable with it on, a word he hardly ever used in his extensive vocabulary. "Please," She asked him as she leaned her head back and batted her eyes at him, a large grin on her face. Sherlock sighed heavily before he grabbed the hat from her and crammed it on top of his mop of unruly curls. "Yea!" Lexi squealed before she grabbed his hand and sprang out of his, technically their bed since they had been sharing a room lately and pulled him out of it. He grabbed his blue dressing gown and pulled it on as she led him out of their room and down the hall to the living room. "Surprise!" Lexi said loudly as she pulled him into the living room which was covered in streamers and a larger banner which was draped behind the couch that said, "Happy Birthday Sherlock!" The consulting detective's mouth dropped open in shock as he paused in the doorway, shocked that she had actually gone through all the trouble of decorating the flat. That's when he noticed that the bison skull, his skull Billy that Lexi insisted on calling Yorrick, and her bust Angus were also wearing party hats. He shook his head as the Irish girl darted happily forward into the room as John and Mrs. Hudson both stood up.

"Oh, Happy Birthday Sherlock," Mrs. Hudson said as she walked over to him a pulled him into a little hug. John nodded at him as both men shared a look before they looked back at Lexi who was flitting around like a bee around the flat.

"Happy Birthday," John told him and Sherlock nodded at him thankfully as Lexi came back over, carrying a cake with her. She was grinning from ear to ear and Sherlock could see that it was one of her homemade cakes. She had gone through a lot of trouble just for him.

"Alright so my tradition is cake for breakfast so," Lexi said as she transferred the cake to one hand and made him sit in his chair before she lit the candles. "Make a wish," She told him as she set the cake down on a small table in front of him.

Sherlock looked up at Lexi as she perched on the arm of the chair beside him and he had never seen another human being more beautiful in his entire life. She didn't have any reason at all to go through so much trouble just for him. He really didn't do anything on his birthday, in fact the year before he had been sick and on a case dealing with Anderson and then with Mycroft. This year, meeting John and Lexi, had so far been the best of his life. Sherlock blinked slowly before he leaned down, deciding on the one thing he wanted to wish for most, he wished never to lose either of them, his Irish detective or his army doctor. Lexi cried and threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly and pressing a kiss to his cheek, making him chuckle at her exuberance before she got up and started cutting and passing around the cake. Sherlock pulled her down onto his lap and ate the cake with her, finding that she had made him his favourite which she shouldn't have known. He had discovered though that Lexi had a habit of calling his mother to find out what he liked. Normally this would have pissed him off, but with Lexi he found it rather…sweet that she cared and that was her reasoning behind it. She had made him a vanilla cake with strawberry filling and an almond frosting. He had never been fond of chocolate unless it was dark chocolate which was something Lexi knew. After cake Lexi popped up and brought all the plates to the kitchen, leaving them until later before she came back, claiming it was gift time.

"John, Mrs. Hudson, you two go first," Lexi directed the other two as she perched back on the arm of Sherlock's chair and Mrs. Hudson handed the surprised consulting detective over a wrapped box which he opened to discover a load of chemistry equipment.

"Lexi helped me pick it out. Let me know what it is you needed more of," Mrs. Hudson told him and he looked up at Lexi who just shrugged at him and he thanked Mrs. Hudson before John handed him over his gift which was a charcoal painting of the London skyline at night. Sherlock frowned in confusion and John shifted slightly in his seat before gesturing to Lexi.

"She mentioned you liked the city skyline at night," John said and Sherlock realized that Lexi literally had done everything to make his birthday perfect for him. Lexi just grinned at him before she pulled out a case from behind the back of his chair.

"I had to go hunting for this one. Mycroft helped a bit and I finally found it but it was in the States so Spencer and Rossi from the BAU went and got it for me when they were working a case nearby and then Rossi flew it out to me so it would get broken," Lexi rambled on as she handed the case over to him and Sherlock flicked the latches open to reveal an antique Rosewood violin. It was the most beautiful thing that Sherlock had ever seen in his life. He brought it out of the case and could see the markings on it which said it was an Emile Mennesson made in Reims in 1879. It would have cost a small fortune…. "I know you have a violin already but…," Lexi said as Sherlock stood up and took the bow from the case which he could see was expensively made and fitted the violin to his shoulder before drawing the bow across the strings in the first few measures of Lexi's lullaby. The sound produced was the most heartbreakingly beautifully sound he had ever heard. The sound quality was better than his current violin and he could tell that she had gotten some work done on it so that it would produce such a sound. He lowered the violin, unable to play more of the notes as they were too perfect for words and he looked down at the Irish detective in rapture as she bit her lip nervously. "Sherlock? Do you… do you like it?" She asked him as Sherlock bent down and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"I love it, thank you," He told her, wanting to show his appreciation for her gift far more than that, but Mrs. Hudson and John were in the room and they still weren't open about their relationship yet. Lexi's face lit up in a wide grin and Sherlock carefully put the violin back in its case before Lexi hugged him tightly. "It's brilliant," He assured her and she giggled, a sound that was possibly even more beautiful than the music produced by the instrument she had gifted him with.

"I'm glad you like it. Now," She said as she popped up from the edge of his chair. "You go get dressed," She directed him as she pushed him towards the hallway. He raised his eyebrow questioningly at her and she shooed him with her hands. "Now questions just shove off," She told him and Sherlock shook his head at her before going to do as she directed him to. He showered quickly and fifteen minutes later he rejoined her in the living room dressed in his suit slacks, purple button down shirt, jacket, and typical shoes. She was waiting for him, dressed herself now in a pair of skinny black jeans and a nice moss green blouse, her hair held back by a black headband. John and Mrs. Hudson were gone so it was just the two of them and Sherlock frowned at her in confusion, unsure of what exactly was going on. "Okay so John got called in by Sarah today to help fill in for someone who was sick at the clinic and because he still wants a chance with her he of course didn't say no," Lexi started before she grimaced and Sherlock smirked at her unmasked dislike of the woman who he also couldn't stand. "We're meeting up with him at Angelo's tonight though. Right now you and me are going to Bart's where I got several cadavers set aside for us," Lexi told him and Sherlock grinned excitedly as she pulled his riding crop out of her case bag. That was one of the times he initiated their kisses.

The two detective's rode to Bart's and spent a good three hours experiments of cadavers, Lexi sitting beside the bodies as he bet them with his riding crop. Molly had given him a gift, something he had deleted right away but Lexi had thanked her for on his behalf. They kept up a pleasant conversation throughout it all and Sherlock was exceedingly happy with the fact that he had Lexi in his company. At this time last year he had been alone and at one point he thought that being alone protected him. Lexi and John protected him though. About midday Lexi got a text which made her frown. When he asked her about it she told him it was from Lestrade who she had told not to call them in unless it was an absolute emergency. Apparently there was. They left Bart's and went down to Scotland Yard to find out what was going on to discover that Lestrade had a triple homicide case for them. Sherlock was over the moon and he and Lexi stole John away from the clinic before spending the rest of the day and a good part of the evening running around London solving the case which they did before two in the morning. The case had concluded with a rooftop chase and a daring fist fight which involved Sherlock throwing himself in front of Lexi and protecting her. He received a split lip, but for once, Lexi did not injure herself. Unfortunately Angelo's was already closed but they ended the night like they had ended their first case, the three of them sitting in a Chinese restaurant at almost two in the morning, laughing, Lexi swinging her bare feet under the table as she had once again used her shoes as projectiles. It was by far the best birthday Sherlcok could remember having and it was made better because he had an army doctor and an Irish detective in his life. That night as he held the Irish detective in his arms and listened to her steady breathing as she drifted off to sleep, Sherlock Holmes realized that he wanted this life forever and that if at all possible, some day he was going to make Lexi MacKenna Lexi Holmes.