AN: I do really hope you are all enjoying this story so far. I'm sure you could already guess what Matthew is planning and don't worry, Sherlock is coming back; but will it be too late? (lol cliffhangers in an author's note haha) Oh man I can guarantee you guys that I will cry writing this chapter only because Joan still loves Sherlock. I'm such a female
Disclaimer: Products of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Mark Gatiss (BBC Network). I do not own anything but my imagination.
I'm in front of the mirror in my bedroom. I'm wearing a fitted cream knee high dress that I had gotten from Harry as a present. I was saving it for a special occasion back when Sherlock was still around. Looks like I'll be wearing it for this special occasion. My hair is pulled to the side and I'm wearing a delicate amount of makeup. I never used to wear makeup. I mean I put a bit of eyeliner, mascara and lip-gloss for a date. And I would barely use it when I was with Sherlock; I didn't need it back then, I wasn't as frail and weak looking as now.
I start putting on my earring when I see, through the mirror, Matthew fixing his tie. He catches my stare and smiles at me; I smile back and drop my head a little. Even while we are dating, he still makes me blush like a teenager on her first date. I pick my head up only to find him right behind me; staring at me through the mirror. "Gorgeous as ever Joan." And he wraps his arms around me. I smile even more and he kisses my cheek. "We better get going or we are going to be late for our reservation." Nodding I grab my purse from the wardrobe and we make our way out of the flat.
The ride to the restaurant was a calm one. We talked about our day and even laughed a couple of times but I was noticing that he was acting a bit off. "Matthew, is everything okay?" He looks at me and says, "Yeah, I'm just excited for tonight. It's been awhile since we had a date night." That was true, ever since work got busier, in addition to my weekly visits to the cemetery; we haven't had enough time to ourselves. I nodded, agreeing with him and turned to stare out the window. It looked like a regular evening but if felt like I was on a separate dimensional plane. Time almost stood still and for a second, I felt like he was still with me. That he was the one driving us to a case rather than a restaurant. I closed my eyes, just to bask in this little revere.
A few minutes later, we were at the restaurant. The place looked like it would be nearly impossible to reserve a table; I wonder how long it took Matthew to book a spot here? Matthew stepped out of the car and walked over to the passenger side. With Sherlock, I knew he could be a gentleman but I never bothered with that, since he knew I rather do things myself. With Matthew though, he doesn't let it pass so easily. He treats me almost like some kind of princess; which I still find it hard to accept his gentleman like actions.
We entered the restaurant, and suddenly, I'm back in reality but I'm happy. The waiter guided us to the table; a perfect spot in front of the window. "A window seat." I gave him a small smile. "I remember how much you liked them, in any restaurant." It true, ever since the hunt for the bloody taxi driver, the first time Sherlock and I 'had dinner' together, I've grown accustom to them. I kissed him on the nosed as he pulled out my chair. He chuckled and sat down across from me; we ordered are meals and sat talking for what seemed like ours.
We finished our dessert and I managed to clean off the small piece of chocolate he hurled at me. That's when he grabbed my hand and looked at me with such care. "Joan, these past two years have been the best in my whole life. You are the most amazing person I've ever met." I let him ramble on as I was trying to figure out why he was saying this out of the blue. I watch him get up and I stood too. Only he doesn't stay up, I see him take a knee and I gasp at the sudden ring in his hands.
"Joan Hamish Watson, I dearly love you. Will you marry me?"