"I'll get everything sorted out, but come here after school okay?" I kissed Hamish's head, "I love you Hamish."

"I love you too," he said and then was off.

Sherlock was setting up his camera and opening and closing and then opening again the curtains, only in this pj bottoms. "For lack of better wording," he started, "Why is he here now?"

I took a sip of my tea exhuasted since I didnt get the best of sleep now that I might have to sleep on the couch for a while until we get this whole bed thing figured out. "He came into my shop crying saying he wants to stay with my instead now."

"Did he say why?" He asked as he walked over to me.

"Not yet," I said mildly defeated, "I didnt want to pressure him since he was already-"

The camera clicked. I looked up to him looking down at the camera to see the picture he just caught.

"What was-"

"Its perfect," he said and then went to into another room. He came back with arms full of art supplies and still with no shirt on.

Sherlock came to a stop to just drop everything on the floor and quickly set everything up and was going back and forth from looking at the canvas to the camera and drawing a line or two with a pencil.

Now watching this whole event happen was amazing. He stood there in silence for about an hour just painting, mixing the paint on his palette and transforming the blank canvas into a portrait of me drinking my tea. He'd mess up a color mixure and pick it up off the pallette and wipe it on his stomach and side. The details that were put into my hair, my eyes were so fine, I dont think anyone has ever looked so fondly of me even if it was a picture.

After standing in silence for an hour he finished and signed the bottom then dropped the pallette and brushes in his hand. He took a step back and ran his paint stained fingures through his hair and rubbing his collar bone, looking... kind of turned on...

"Sorry," he said, "The emotions were just so..." he motioned to the painting, and sat down on the coach "Raw."

"That," I said and then took a step closer to the painting of me, "was amazing."

I have never self so honored in my entire life. When I was in the army I was recognized for services that I have done but this... this is amazing.

"Does your son know about your bisexuality?"

I froze. "My what?"

"Your son?" he repeated but I just looked at him. "Oh your bisexuality?"

"I'm not..." I started to lie but he stood up and was inches away from me. His blue eyes looked into mine as they jumped back and forth from my eyes to my lips and I was lost. "I mean I never... uh..."

My eyes locked onto his lips and he started to lean in. But my phone buzzed. We both stopped and slowly I grabbed my phone.

-JW