Author's Note:
This chapter turned out rather long. Guess I lost some of my regular viewer's while on hiatus, but I hope they will come back and continue to read this!
John wrapped an arm around his husband and pulled him closer. "Tell me why you are stressed," he whispered against the top of his head. While a massage had relaxed Sherlock to the point of practically being a bean bag, talking would probably help him to the point of sleep. "I want to help."
Sherlock was quiet a long moment. "Everything. I worry about everything. It is ridiculous of course, because most of things I worry about I have no control over." He shrugged. "It's stupid really and entirely illogical. Yet, I can't seem to stop myself. It's…annoying…" He grumbled the last part, his bottom lip puckering in a pout. He had never had the problem of worrying before, but it had all snowballed on him the moment he saw John strapped to that bomb.
In that moment John wanted to take every horrid moment in Sherlock's life, find who was responsible, and give them a good punch to the nose. This was his husband, the man he vowed to protect for the rest of his life. "Take a deep breath," he whispered, pulling away slightly to meet Sherlock's gaze. "In through your nose and out through your mouth." His hand raked through his husband's hair.
"I worry about you and little Sandi the most," Sherlock admitted quietly. He sighed. The moment of relaxation had been short lived and he sat up on the bed, resting against the headboard. Thinking about it, had stressed him out all over again. A cigarette sounded lovely right about now.
Shit. John watched his husband for moment before sitting up himself. "Sorry," he muttered with a small sigh. It seemed that, recently, he couldn't do anything right for Sherlock. "I love you, Sherlock. And I know... I know since Afghanistan that I have worried you more than enough but we are fine now. All of us. A family." He licked his lips and cleared his throat. He moved slowly before snuggling into his husband's side, his hand resting across Sherlock's stomach.
"Yes, but for how long? How long before something else happens? It is only a matter of time really. Whether it be another member of Moriarty's web, or some criminal I have pissed off." For a very brief moment Sherlock considered giving up being a consulting detective. No. Never. He was too stubborn to do that. He wouldn't let fear rule his life. His head tilted to rest against John's and he relaxed marginally.
"For the rest of our lives," John whispered. "I will make sure we are all safe. You will solve crimes and do what you love. I'll work at the surgery and come home and we'll be a family." He smiled softly as he felt his husband relax. "Believe me. I am here. I won't let anything happen to you or Amy." He tilted his head slightly and placed a kiss on his husband's bare chest. "I promise."
Sherlock smirked faintly. "You can't promise that John. Things can and still will happen. They always do. I just need to stop worrying about things I can't change, but I am not entirely sure how to go about that." He reached up a hand and began running his fingers through his husband's hair. Normalcy. Routine. Stay grounded. Stay in reality. It was the only thing he could think of to do to help right now.
"Ignore it," John whispered with a smile. "I know it is difficult for you but just focus on your family. Focus on our honeymoon," his voice dropped at the last word and he looked up with a raised brow. "Me teaching you how to swim, shagging on our private beach." His eyes closed at the thought. "I need to sleep. Amy's going to wake up in a few hours to be fed." He placed another kiss on Sherlock's chest. "Get some sleep?"
"I can't believe I agreed to let you teach me to swim," Sherlock snorted. He was sure he would do fine, but accepting help or being taught things was difficult for him to do. "I slept last night, twice. I am fine. I will get up and feed little Sandi, so you can sleep longer." He smiled, his fingers still splaying through John's hair.
"Mmmm, perfect husband and father." John smiled and chuckled. "How did I get so lucky?" He let his hand run gently up and down Sherlock's chest. "I owe you, then." He stretched his body slightly, letting out a content sigh. "I love you," he whispered as he pushed his head against his husband's shoulder, his breathing slowly evening out as he fell asleep.
John had been asleep for two hours when Amy stirred in her crib, lifting a hand before letting out a small cry. After a few moments she cried again, a bit louder. John stirred slightly against Sherlock, blearily opening one eye and shifting to slowly move off the bed.
Sherlock smiled and watched John sleep for awhile. Amy crying took a moment for him to register because he was lost in thought. His husband stirring next to him brought him back to the present and he put a gentle restraining hand on his partner. "I'll get her my dear doctor. Go back to sleep." He got up off the bed and moved over to the crib and picked up little Sandi. "Hey Baby Girl. Are you hungry? I bet you are. Let us go get you something, shall we?"
John grumbled something and burrowed back into the bed with a yawn. Without Sherlock's body heat he yanked the blankets roughly over his head.
Amy cried again as Sherlock picked her up, her hands clenched into fists as she squirmed. It took a few moments before she stopped, blinking her red eyes multiple times as she looked up at Sherlock. She let out a small whimper and squirmed again.
Sherlock left the room quietly, rocking little Sandi in his arms. He went down the stairs carefully and moved down the halls to the kitchen. He readied a bottle and then offered it to Amy. "Here you go Baby Girl. Made especially for you." He continued to rock the infant his arms, watching her with a small smile.
Amy latched on to the bottle with a small noise of contentment. She sucked eagerly, swallowing loudly and keeping her gaze locked on Sherlock.
"She is quite the loud eater." Lestrade smiled a bit and opened the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water. "I hope ours isn't that loud." He chuckled and sat in a chair opposite of the consulting detective, watching Amy curiously.
Sherlock smirked as he glanced up to Lestrade. "She is loud like her Daddy." The smirk got bigger as he raised his eyebrows. "Are you going to adopt or get a surrogate mother?" He asked curiously. He moved over to a stool by the breakfast nook and sat down. He glanced down to little Sandi once more, continually rocking her.
Lestrade couldn't help but chuckle as he opened the bottle of water, studying Sherlock as he took a few drinks. "Mycroft talked about a surrogate mother," he said softly, setting the bottle down with a shrug. "But I didn't want the kid to have just one of our genes, y'know? So we are adopting. Better to save a kid a put him in a good home than bring another one into the world." He looked up at Sherlock. "And he was adamant about having a boy. This way we know for sure we are getting one," he added softy.
Sherlock nodded a bit. Right. He hadn't had that option. At least Mycroft and Lestrade got to choose to be parents. No, he couldn't think like that. Little Sandi was still his daughter. "You are going to have a younger cousin Baby Girl. Won't that be fun? You will get to tell him what to do." He gave the Detective Inspector a slight smirk.
Lestrade dropped his head for a moment and smiled. "I am sure our little boy will just love that." He lifted his gaze and watched Amy for a long moment. That was going to be him soon. "Do you like being a Dad?" He asked slowly, looking at Sherlock. It was clear he was a bit nervous.
Sherlock hadn't really thought about that question until Lestrade had asked it. He took a moment to seriously consider it. "Uh…yes…I guess I do. I didn't think I would or that I would be good at it. I suppose whether or not I will be a good father has yet to remain seen. I honestly have no idea what I'm doing. I have read a lot of books on children and being a parent, but I still feel overwhelming under prepared."
"I think you are doing a wonderful job, if it helps." Lestrade smiled and stood up slowly, moving toward Sherlock and Amy. "You will be a wonderful Dad, Sherlock. You already care for her so well." He stopped in front of them and took a deep breath. "I am going to go to bed. Thank you." He cleared his throat, grabbed his bottle of water, and moved out of the kitchen.
Sherlock raised his eyes. He wasn't sure what he had done for Lestrade but all right then. He glanced down at little Sandi. "Well, that was an interesting talk with Uncle Lestrade wasn't it?" When Amy finished the bottle, he put it on the counter, picked up a towel and then burped her on the way back up the stairs. "Are you tired Baby Girl? Or do you want to stay up with your Old Man?"
Sherlock raised his eyebrows. He wasn't sure what he had done for Lestrade but all right then. He glanced down at little Sandi. "Well, that was an interesting talk with Uncle Lestrade wasn't it?" When Amy finished the bottle, he put it on the counter, picked up a towel and then burped her on the way back up the stairs. "Are you tired Baby Girl? Or do you want to stay up with your Old Man?"
Amy opened her mouth and let out a small squeak, a hand curling against Sherlock's bare chest. She yawned and twisted in his arms before looking up at him.
John shifted in the bed with a groan, popping his head out from under the blankets for some fresh air. Well, at least he got some sleep. He curled into the blankets with a yawn and sighed, waiting for Sherlock to come back with Amy.
Sherlock smiled down at little Sandi and walked back into the room. He saw John awake and shook his head. "Looks like you take after both dads Baby Girl." He smirked and sat down on the bed near his husband. "You should be sleeping my dear doctor." He leaned over and kissed his partner on the top of the head.
"So should you," John replied sleepily. He studied his husband and daughter with a yawn. "Sorry, should have gotten up to feed her," he mumbled into his pillow, reaching up in an attempt to flatten his hair. Amy wiggled in Sherlock's arms and let out a small noise, a hand lifting to tap at his jaw aimlessly.
"I don't sleep often, you know that. And I told you I would get her." Sherlock smiled and looked down at little Sandi. "You can go back to sleep if you want, I will stay up with her." He began rocking Amy in his arms gently. "Do you think she'll always be so calm?" He asked, turning his head to look at John.
John glanced down at their daughter and smiled. "I dunno. I was a pretty calm child so maybe." He looked up at Sherlock and shrugged. "I don't mind." His hand snaked out from under the blankets and rested on Sherlock's knee, this thumb rubbing it soothingly. Amy squeaked and kicked her feet, gurgling with a small twitch of her lips.
"Talkative tonight aren't you Baby Girl?" Sherlock returned his attention to little Sandi. He continued to rock in his arms. He really didn't know what else to do. At the infant stage, it wasn't like Amy could really interact back. A toy maybe? Was that what it meant to be a father? Was it more than that? There was so much he didn't know, despite his extensive reading on the subject.
At the sound of Sherlock's voice Amy stopped, looking at him for a long moment before a small noise escaped her lips. John laughed softly and burrowed his head into the pillow. The most endearing thing to watch was Sherlock interact with Amy. It seemed natural for him but it was adorable to see him freeze up, still feel that uncertainty. "You are doing fine," he muttered as his eyes close, a smile on his face.
Sherlock looked around the room for a moment. He shifted, so little Sandi rested in one arm and then reached over to the lamp on the nightstand. "Baby Girl. Look over here. On." He flicked the switch to the light on. "Off." And then turned it off. He did that a few times, repeating the words 'on' and 'off' each time.
John smirked and cracked one eye open, watching Sherlock and Amy as the light went on and off. Amy's eyes watched the light, her chest moving a bit faster. She made a small noise and reached a hand toward the light. "Keeping her entertained," John stated with a small laugh.
Sherlock moved closer to the lamp. He took little Sandi's hand and helped her press the button. "See? On." Click. "Off." Click. He turned to John and smirked and gave a slight shrug. "I think so. Maybe." He returned his attention back to the lamp and Amy, helping her to turn the light switch once more.
Amy squeaked and moved her fingers, watching the light with wide eyes. She made a small gurgling noise and let her head shift to rest on Sherlock. John grinned and sat up slightly in the bed, shifting to place a kiss on the top of Amy's head. Their perfect family. He looked up at Sherlock and felt pride rush through his body.
Sherlock smiled. "Is that fun Baby Girl?" The light turned on and then off, as he guided little Sandi's hand to press the button repeatedly. "On." Click. "Off." Another click. "Well then, what do you want to do next?" He looked around the room for something new to entertain Amy with. He glanced to John. "Do you want a go with her?"
John smiled and watched Sherlock for a moment. He had just watched bonding time between his husband and daughter. "Where were you gonna take her?" He asked softly, holding his finger out as Amy grasped it. "Don't want to interrupt your bonding time." He glanced up at his husband.
Bonding? Sherlock supposed John was right. "I don't know. I was just trying to find something to keep her occupied since she isn't sleeping. I figured it must be boring just being bounced around all the time. Assuming she cares at the stage of her life…" He shrugged again, looking around the room once more.
"I sing to her when she can't sleep," John admitted softly, glancing down at Amy. "Or hum. Usually knocks her out. I bet if you had your violin she would love it." He flopped back on to the bed and stretched, scratching at his stomach absently. "If she really doesn't want to sleep then try whispering to her. I tell her how perfect she is, how wonderful she is." He reached out and squeezed Sherlock's bicep.
"I have never sung before, not even as boy." Sherlock got up off the bed and began pacing the room. "Dad wants me to whisper to you? Would that help Baby Girl? Or you just not tired? Shouldn't be made to sleep if you aren't tired, now should you? Do you want to stay up all night with me? Hm?" He continued to pace around the room, rocking little Sandi in his arms.
Amy looked up at Sherlock and yawned, reaching a hand up and managing to close her eyes. "She's sleepy," John muttered as he pulled the blanket over his head again. "Look at her," he mumbled, his words a bit muffled. Amy gurgled and opened her eyes again, making several small noises and reaching up at Sherlock's face. "Want to snuggle with you," John whined.
Sherlock furrowed his brows a bit. Was John getting jealous of him spending time with little Sandi? That seemed silly but his husband seemed a bit upset. "Perhaps it is time for you to go back to sleep Baby Girl." He placed little Sandi down in the crib. "See. Here is your dog. Snuggle into it and close your eyes." He moved the stuffed toy to her grasp.
Amy eyed the dog for a moment before pushing it away with a small cry. The noise only increased as she looked up at Sherlock. John couldn't help but chuckle. "Alright, so maybe she isn't tired." He sat up slowly and looked at his husband, his short hair sticking up in every direction. Amy cried again, loud and constant. "Bring her here, let's just ogle at her because that's apparently what she wants," he spoke with a smile and winked at Sherlock.
Sherlock smirked and picked up little Sandi up. "No sleep for you then. Come on. Let's talk your ear off and give you all kind of attention. Is that what you want? So needy of our undying love already? Want to see the light go on and off some more? Did you find the fascinating Baby Girl?" He moved back over to the bed and over to the lamp. "Okay. Here we go. On." He clicked the light on.
John shifted on the bed to watch the two of them, his arm draping lazily over Sherlock's thighs as Amy watched the light. Family bonding at midnight. Only normal with them, he figured. "We are in for a long day with you tomorrow, Amy," he muttered as he placed a kiss on Sherlock's arm. "You spoiled little girl." He smiled. She gurgled and squeaked, her finger clinching into her hand and her eyes traveling to Sherlock.
"Oh, it will be fine. I'll take care of her if she gets to be too much. It is my fault she wants to stay up." Sherlock took little Sandi's hand and turned the lamp off. "Off." With another flick it came back to life. "On." The light went off again when he pressed her tiny hand against the button. "Off." There had to be something else that would entertain her or was he going to be spend the rest of the night turning a lamp on and off?
Amy pulled feebly away from the light, letting out a soft cry. Boring. The light was only an amazing thing for so long. She twisted in Sherlock's arms and reached a hand up, grasping at a lock of unruly hair and giving it a tug. "Oh, okay, Miss Amy Watson." John reached up and pulled at her hand, making her release Sherlock's hair and cry louder.
"Oh so you get bored too? At such an early age?" Sherlock smirked at the hair tug. "It is fine John." He got up off the bed and looked around the room, trying to find something new to entertain little Sandi with. "Okay, what do you want to do Baby Girl? Do you want to go outside? See a garden under the star light maybe?"
Another loud cry as John slid out of bed, yanking a shirt on with a sheepish smile. "Family walk, then?" He opened the door and glanced down the hall. The Manor was dark, a bit eerie, but he glanced back at his husband. "I love you," he muttered and he moved toward the man and Amy. "You are perfect." And just as he moved in for a small kiss, Amy screamed. The loudest John had ever heard, and he winced.
"So much for being calm, eh?" Sherlock smirked despite the screaming. "Now Baby Girl, people are trying to sleep. Do try to keep it down. Perhaps I will be silly like a clown." Would a rhyme work? He moved down the stairs and glanced over to John. "Love you too my dear doctor. Not sure how this will go. First time we have had trouble with her."
"We will find out." John managed to say over Amy's continued screaming. Her face was red and every time she took a deep breath the moment of silence was wonderful. John followed Sherlock into the back garden, walking slowly at his side as Amy finally started to quiet down. Her face was soaked with tears as she looked up at the sky. "Oh, Papa, how do you feel about that? She might really like things like the Earth's orbit and the moon," he whispered and elbowed his husband playfully.
The screaming didn't seem to bother Sherlock at all. He smirked at John's comment. "Just because I have no use for the solar system doesn't mean she can't learn about it. Hell who knows, maybe that is what she will grow up studying." He looked up at the sky. "See. The stars are up there and the moon." He continued on, heading through the garden.
John decided to stay quiet now and let Sherlock bond with Amy. Honestly, it was something he thought he would never see. Not when he first met Sherlock Holmes, not when he found out about Amy. But now here they were. Sherlock was walking around the back garden of his childhood home showing their daughter the stars. His husband really was perfect. Amy yawned and curled against Sherlock, studying his face intently.
"See? It is all calm and quiet out here. Just like you are right now Baby Girl." Sherlock stopped when they came across a rose bush. "This is a rose. Its scientific name is Rosa. I believe this one specifically is Rosa rubiginosa. My botany is a bit rusty so I could be wrong." He leaned in to speak conspiratorially into little Sandi's ear. "Don't tell anyone though. It will be our secret."
Amy let out a squeak, her hand lifting to pat shakily at Sherlock's cheek. John dropped his head. For some reason he felt like Sherlock should have some privacy. Hell, he was married to the man and he didn't get to see this much of a personal side. So soft, caring... sweet. He wanted nothing more than to live in this moment the rest of his life. "You're perfect," he whispered as Amy's eyes drifted closed.
Sherlock watched little Sandi for a moment and then glanced over to John. "I know." He smirked broadly. "Guess the walk worked. Or I bored to her to sleep. Let's face it. Botany isn't that interesting to begin with. I don't blame her." The smirk returned. "Do you want to keep going or take her back to the crib?"
"Can I hold your hand? Because if I can I wouldn't mind continuing our walk," John whispered as he moved closer to his husband. "I am not going to be able to sleep anyway so it would be just a bit useless, really." He yawned and looked around the garden slowly before lifting his head to locking his gaze on the moon.
Sherlock shifted little Sandi so she would fit in the crook of his arm safely. He reached over and grabbed John's hand. "Come then. Maybe I can get you to fall asleep too. Does it work on adults?" He smirked once more and continued to walk through the tranquility of the garden. "I can attempt to recite the scientific names of the flowers for you."
"Why should I go to sleep if you are going to stay awake?" John asked softly, glancing at him with a raised brow and squeezing his hand. "I would much rather stay awake with you and not hear the scientific names of the flowers in your Mum's garden." He giggled and let out another yawn, slowing down a bit. "Not going to sleep until you do." He stated stubbornly.
"John I am not tired. Even if I laid down on the bed and closed my eyes, I wouldn't be able sleep. You however, are clearly still tired so there is no reason for you not to sleep." Sherlock explained with a slight shrug of his shoulders. "If you don't want to sleep, fine. I can't make you but I can still try and advise you not to be a stubborn git."
John smirked and shrugged himself. "I just want to spend time with you," he replied calmly. "Because I can't actually believe that we are married." He bit his bottom lip and squeezed his husband's hand. "And any time that I get to spend with you, even if I'm exhausted, is wonderful." It was something he hadn't ever wanted to admit, it was something extremely personal, but he couldn't help himself.
Sherlock listened to John quietly; giving a slight nod after his husband spoke. He walked hand in hand with his partner in silence for a little while. He wasn't sure what to say now. Maybe nothing needed to be said. John seemed content just to spend time with him. After awhile he looked to his husband. "Besides teaching me how to swim and the obvious sexual activities while on the honeymoon, is there anything else you wanted to do while we are there?
John looked up at his husband at the question and shrugged in thought. "Get you to sleep a bit more," he said with a small laugh. "I... don't really know. Sightseeing? I mean, Italy is supposed to be beautiful, isn't it?" He squeezed Sherlock's hand and stopped by a beautiful looking rose bush, bravely plucking one. He made sure it was free of thorns before he tucked it behind Sherlock's ear with playful grin. "Why? What did you have in mind?"
Sherlock raised a brow at the flower behind his ear. His hands were full, so he left it in place for now. "I don't know either. I didn't have anything in mind honestly. I'm not sure how much sightseeing we can do on a private beach, unless we go to some town or other. We will be on the Mediterranean, maybe take a boat ride? We can pretend we are the pirates in your story." He smirked at John.
"Except we probably shouldn't steal a ship like actual pirates." John smiled and stopped walking for a moment to place a kiss on his husband's cheek. "Go into the nearest town and try their pizza. And coffee," he added with a gasp. God, the food would be delicious. "Other than that I plan on shagging you in the shower, on the beach, in the ocean." He squeezed his husband tightly with a mischievous smirk.
Sherlock raised another eyebrow. "Shag in the ocean? Better make sure I am a strong swimmer before we do that. I would hate to drown before a good shagging." He smirked. "Sounds like we are going to keep quite busy on the honeymoon." He looked around the garden as they walked through it, growing up the few times he had gone outside he spent it in the garden.
"There is a shallow part to the ocean, Sherlock," John whispered with a laugh. "Besides, I was thinking of just giving you a good hand job and holding you up while you splashed around like some fish." He shrugged and glanced at each passing plant and flower, smiling a bit. It was lovely, a bit romantic even with Amy in Sherlock's arm. "Tonight turned out quite well."
"Yes, it did. What do you want to do when we get back home? How do you want to spend our time before the honeymoon my dear doctor." They had walked the length of the garden, so Sherlock looped them back toward the manor. He glanced down to little Sandi to make sure she was still sleeping soundly.
"Well, apparently you get to shag me against the window," John stated with a quick look at Sherlock. "But I planned on healing, honestly. I need to get this shoulder better before anything else happens that I will really enjoy." He laughed and glanced at their daughter. "Take care of her. Spend time with her before we leave."
"We can shag against the window at a later time. How about a rain check on it?" Sherlock didn't want to admit that he was a little burnt out on sex after the last couple days. Or maybe it was just the last time. It wasn't something he thought was possible, but he supposed everyone had their limits. Even though he had always wanted to shag John against the window, he was fine with having to wait to do it a little longer.
Oh, thank God. John would have agreed to anything when he agreed to that. He was more than happy to wait. Except... "Was it the last time we..." his voice trailed off for a moment. He had seriously hurt Sherlock when he'd begged for it, when John gave in. "I'm really sorry about that, Sherlock." He glanced up at his husband, a blush on his cheeks. In that moment he was thankful they were just outside the manor and it was dark outside.
Sherlock knew that not answering would be just as if he had answered verbally. "It is fine." He gave a slight shrug, looking away from John. He didn't really want to talk about it. Would this be another one of those moments where his husband would insist and continue to pry? Despite his stubborn nature, he always seemed to end up caving. Usually to avoid a fight, though by trying to avoid them they wound up in one anyway.
John watched Sherlock for a long moment and nodded. No fighting. Don't push. "Alright." He squeezed Sherlock's hand as they entered the manor. If Sherlock didn't want to do anything than John would respect him. Not push him and upset him, something that usually led both of them into a fight. "I have...got a technique that could help you sleep, if you want." He smiled a bit and looked at his husband in the soft light of the foyer. "That way all three of us could get some much needed rest."
Sherlock was genuinely surprised when John just let it go but was relieved. He wasn't tired and didn't feel like sleeping at all, but he decided to humor his husband anyway. He nodded in agreement and walked up the stairs in silence. When they got to the room he put little Sandi down in the crib gently. He sat down on the bed and looked to his partner.
John crawled on to the bed and rested his back on the headboard, pulling Sherlock to rest between his legs with his husband's back against his chest. "I used it in Afghanistan all the time. If it can work on me falling asleep in the middle of the desert then it should work on you." He wrapped his arms around Sherlock's waist and placed a kiss on Sherlock's temple. "Focus on your feet," he whispered into his husband's ear. "Start imagining that they're heavy. Really, really heavy. You can't lift them." He paused and looked at his husband. "Close your eyes."
Seriously? Sherlock regretted agreeing. This was stupid. He wasn't tired. He didn't want to sleep. This wasn't going to work. He forced himself to follow John's instructions despite his misgivings. Just humor his husband. With any luck his partner would fall asleep soon and he could stop this ridiculousness.
"Now your legs," John whispered. "They are heavy and you can't lift them and pretty soon they will just fall asleep." His hands moved between them to rub gently at Sherlock's muscles. "Stop thinking about how stupid this is, I can feel it in your back," he muttered with a small grin. "You just need some sleep," he whispered.
Why did John think he needed sleep? He wasn't tired. People generally didn't attempt to sleep when they aren't tired. Sherlock was getting irritated. He shouldn't have agreed to this. All he could do at this point was to try and wait out his husband and hope the other man drifted off to sleep before he got annoyed to the point of snapping and the fight he had tried to avoid would happen anyway.
It was clear that Sherlock wasn't going to do this. John smirked a bit and rested his head on Sherlock's back with a yawn. Christ, he was so tired. His arms wrapped around Sherlock's waist as his eyes closed slowly. "Now... arms," he muttered softly, the sentence ending in a soft snore. It wasn't the most comfortable position to sleep in but John didn't seem to care.
Oh thank God. Sherlock's tense body relaxed. He stayed where he was, so as not to wake John up. Would there ever be a way to convince his husband he didn't need to sleep on a regular basis? He had conditioned his body a long time ago. It was what allowed him to work long hours on a case. It made him more efficient at his job. He sighed at his thoughts and stared into the darkness, not really staring at any one thing.