John and Mary:

Sandwiched between the two couples were John and Mary. They had only been married a few months but they were as happy as anything. Mary was pregnant with their child and John was ready to put the misery and hurt of the last few years behind him. He rolled over in his sleep and found that his wife's side of the bed was empty. He rubbed his eyes slowly and groaned as he sat up. He definitely wasn't a young man anymore. He pulled his dressing gown off the back of the bedroom door, put it on and, tying the string round the middle, he left the room.

His feet padded softly over the carpet down the hall. In the small kitchen he found his wife making coffee and what looked and smelt like pancakes. The sun came in through the window and caught her golden hair like a halo. She was his vison of perfection and all the lies and horror of the past weeks seemed to dissipate and all he knew know was how much he loved her. She was so immersed in what she was doing that she didn't hear John walk up behind her and wrap his arms around her. She smiled and gasped when she felt him behind her. John kissed the side of her neck softly.

"You weren't there when I woke up." He muttered softly.

Mary smiled and turned to face him, "I wanted to make you breakfast."

"I had other ideas." He said, smiling at her.

"I know you did but you might need some food for that."

"Hmm, you drive a hard bargin, Mrs Watson."

"Good!" she replied, turning back to the stove. John went and helped himself to coffee and smiled as he watched his wife, flipping pancakes. Then he noticed the shape of them.

"Heart-shaped pancakes?" he asked.

"Well, it is Valentine's Day after all!" she said.

"I know, but isn't it…"

"What?"

"Tiny bit cheesy?" he asked, smiling.

Mary looked up at him "John Hamish Watson. I may be a secret assassin that married an ex-army doctor who solves crimes with a drug addict but if there is one thing that I am not, its cheesy!"

John held his hands up in a mock defence. "Ok! I'm sorry, your honour for accusing my super smart, yet super sexy wife of being cheesy. I'm guilty as charged!"

"You know," said Mary, coming round the counter and putting her hands around his neck, his hands found her waist, "I reckon you were wrong. Sherlock's not the drama queen, you are."

John kissed her softly. "I love you, Mary Watson!"

"I love you too, John Watson, forever and always." She smiled. "And Happy Valentine's Day."