I still have a quite high fever, but the very act of thinking about my boys makes me better, so here you are :)

This chapter is pure fluff – so enjoy! :)

CHAPTER 14.

John wakes up after several hours and for first few seconds is a bit lost, not understanding where he is. He feels warm and sleepy; he stretches and accidentally hits Sherlock, who is fast asleep by his side, curled into an adorable ball with mess of curly hair. John's heart melts at the sight, and detective murmurs something and throws his arm around John's chest.

Good doctor wonders for a while if he should check on Hamish, but his son stopped waking up in the middle of the night a while ago, so he decides to stay in bed. He wraps his arms around his lover and falls asleep right away.

It's couple of minutes after 6am when doors open and John is abruptly snatched from his sleep by Hamish jumping into Sherlock's – theirs – bed and wrapping his tiny arms around him.

John is not sure if he should be irritated, moved by cuteness of whole scene, or worried – because how exactly Hamish managed to go down the stairs all by himself? - so he just sighs and gets up, Hamish in his arms, since seemingly sleeping is over. He takes care not to wake Sherlock up, after all detective rarely sleeps, and he looks so peaceful in his sleep.

After an hour, when Johns ends eating breakfast and starts getting ready for surgery, detective emerges from his room, dressed in his blue bathrobe and apparently still half asleep. He drops on the chair next to John and, with his eyes closed proceeds to drink tea John puts in front of him. It's such an adorable view John finds himself unable not to smile, and places a kiss on Sherlock's mouth. Detective opens his eyes and smiles lopsided smile. They start kissing, slow, intimate kisses. It's quite uncomfortable to kiss over the table, so John switches position and sits on Sherlock's lap – and then doors open and Mrs. Hudson comes in. She stops abruptly, then blushes and then smiles widely, her eyes sparkling.

"Oh boys, I'm so happy for you!" She says cheerily. "I knew it, I just knew it!"

John finds himself quite startled and not sure what to say, but then Mrs. Hudson winks at them and takes Hamish from high-chair he's in.

"I will take care of him, don't worry." She smiles, and leaves.

Sherlock and John exchange glances, and then burst into laughter simultaneously.

"We really should thank her properly though." Says John, but then Sherlock kisses him again and he forgets about everything or a while.

It's only when he remembers he was supposed to go to the surgery when he breaks the kiss reluctantly.

"Shit, I really need to go." He frowns. "I'm really late."

"No you're not." Sherlock holds him tightly within his embrace. "Do you want to be?" He smiles wicked smile at him.

"Stop it, you evil creature." John does quick calculations in his head. He could call the surgery and take the the day off. And stay with Sherlock whole day. What they had was so fresh and all he really wanted was to stay there, in his detective's arms and just cherish the moment.

Sherlock seems to read his mind, as he brushes his lips over John's ear and whispers in his low voice "Call Sarah. Tell her new case came into view. She'll understand, she always does. Then we can stay in bed entire day."

John finds himself unable to resist, as he kisses Sherlock again, leisurely and sensuously. And then she does just as he was said.

And of course Sarah tells him not to worry, and he feels guilty for like a bat of an eye, but then Sherlock takes his hand and leads him back to theirs bedroom and he forgets about whole world.