A/N: As we near the end I feel the need to inform you all of some things. Just because the main story line is going to be over soon doesn't mean I won't feel nostalgic and revisit these characters. That being said if you love this story I strongly encourage you to follow me for the fact that I have plans on writing companion pieces in the future. You may have already seen a couple (Life with the Lestrade-Holmes Family & Agreeable Decisions). I promise that whenever I post a new companion piece I'll identify it as so in the description, as well as use the beautiful cover image that RBnC made for me.

Time Passed: 2 years

John couldn't believe how he'd gotten here. Yet knowing Sherlock, he wouldn't expect it any different. John stopped his pacing and smiled as he remembered the events that got him to this place.

xXx Six Months Earlier xXx

John was on the floor of the lounge playing with their children while Sherlock was in the kitchen staring intently at his microscope. He was making a stuffed bear pretend to dance while making embarrassingly silly faces, Alice and Hamish giggling at his efforts, when Sherlock said something that caught him completely off guard.

"John we should get married."

At these words John whipped his head up in time to see Sherlock turning back to look in his microscope.

"Wait what?" John asked, wondering if he had heard the other man right.

"Married. You and me." Sherlock replied without even looking away from his experiment.

"You're serious" John said incredulously.

"Of course." Sherlock said finally looking at John. "So?"

John couldn't believe it until he saw the seriousness in Sherlock's expression and love in his eyes.

"Alright" John replied with a nod. Sherlock went back to cataloging his observations, John staring at him still a bit shocked by it all.

John was pulled out of his shock when Hamish was reaching for Sherlock's skull on the coffee table.

"Hamish, no!" John said grabbing the toddler away from the table and sitting him in his lap. "Papa and I say you can't play with Billy until you're older."

xXx End Flashback xXx

The proposal had been so unexpected and so Sherlock. John couldn't believe he was finally here, about to marry Sherlock Holmes. The man was a force of nature, wild and unpredictable. It was those elements that drew John to him a little over 5 years ago and his life was forever changed.

Greg slipped into the room walked over to where John was standing.

"You ready?" Greg asked straightening John's bow tie. John nodded, not trusting his voice to stay steady.

"Well let's not keep everyone waiting then." Greg said with a smile.

xXx

The wedding had been small, the guest list consisting of the ten people they considered family. However that hadn't stopped Mummy from being lavish in her planning. Sherlock looked around the table they were all seated at in the garden of Holmes manor.

He smiled watching as Molly made Alice giggle, her fiancé Paul watching them both fondly. His focus was then drawn over to Harry wincing as Hamish pulled on her earring and Clara grabbing the chubby toddler chuckling. Mild interest flitted across Sherlock's mind as he observed Mycroft and Greg discusing something intently. Daniel and Thomas were in heated philisophical debate and right across the table Mummy was listening to Elizabeth talk animatedly about her new dance school.

On any other day Sherlock would say this was all boring, but today he couldn't be bothered. He was surround by the family he loved, and more importantly he was sitting next to his new husband. At that moment John decided lean over and kiss Sherlock on the cheek.

"I love you."

"I know" Sherlock replied and placed a quick peck to John's lips. The kiss was too short, but Mummy wouldn't approve if he kissed John the way he was dying to.

"Alright, Han"John chuckled.

"What?" Sherlock asked, confused.

"Nothing" John replied shaking his head, still chuckling.

At that moment Mycroft got up from the table and shooed the musician who'd been playing a baby grand piano softly. When the music stopped everyone looked over at the redhead.

"Now he'd normally deny it but this was Sherlock's favorite song growing up, and he requested I play it." Mycroft said before sitting down at the piano and playing.

"John, will you dance with me?" Sherlock asked.

"Of course" John replied with a smile.

They got up and moved a few steps away from the table. Sherlock pulled John close and swayed them in time to the music.

John's heart fluttered when Sherlock started singing softly in his ear.

"Time after time, I tell myself that I'm so lucky to be loving you. So lucky to be the one you run to see in the evening when the day is through. I only know what I know, the passing years will show you've kept my love so young so new. And time after time you'll hear me say that I'm so lucky to be loving you."

John had never heard Sherlock properly sing. Sure the genius had sometimes hummed when he rocked Alice or Hamish to sleep, but that wasn't the same as singing. Then there was the fact that Sherlock was singing to him. It was all overwhelming, but the one emotion that overruled all the others was love.

"I only know what I know, the passing years will show you've kept my love so young so new. And time after time you'll hear me say that I'm so lucky to be loving you."

When the song ended, it was a bit bittersweet, John wanted to live in that moment forever. He leaned up on his toes and placed a soft kiss to Sherlock's lips.

"Walk with me" John whispered. Sherlock looked over to Mummy, the question in his eyes. She nodded and Sherlock started walking through the large garden hand in hand with John.

They walked in silence aimlessly through the garden. After an indeterminable amount of time Sherlock was pulling John towards a patch of trees with a little shack hidden amongst them.

"Come on John, I want to show you something."Sherlock said. When they got to the door the genius pulled out a key and unlocked the shack. The door opened to reveal a cluttered room with science equipment scattered over every flat surface, an old leather couch in the corner and a bunch of books on the shelves.

"What's this?" John asked curiously, stepping into the shack.

"This is where I would hide out as a child and run experiments." Sherlock stated closing the door and going over to sit on the couch. Sherlock stretched his long legs out in front of him and watched John as he perused the titles of the books.

John drifted to the bookcase nearest Sherlock and turned to look at the some of the stuff on the table across the room but didn't see Sherlock's feet. In one second John was falling, going to land face first on the ground and in the next he was in Sherlock's lap staring into those stormy blue-grey eyes.

The energy had changed in the room to the point you could practically see the sexual tension sparking in the air.

"Why did you bring me here?" John asked.

"Can't I share my childhood with the man I love?" Sherlock countered. John answered him with a hungry kiss, moving to where he was straddling his husband. Sherlock smirked as he returned the kiss, his hands sliding up and down John's back.

Sherlock growled when John pulled his lower lip between his teeth and tossed him onto his backside on the couch.

John huffed at the sudden change of position but started moaning when Sherlock attacked his neck with his lips. He only vaguely felt the genius' slender fingers deftly unbutton his shirt.

John was in a haze of pleasure that when Sherlock pulled away to remove his own clothes, he couldn't remember how he became nearly shirtless and his trousers undone.

John quickly shucked off the rest of his clothing and watched Sherlock strip from his position on the couch.

Once he was standing in just his pants, Sherlock straddled John's hips and pushed the blonde into the cushions. He placed feather light kisses to John's chest, giving extra love to the gunshot scar in the ex-soldier's shoulder.

"Too bad we can't do much." John lamented breathily.

"And why not?" Sherlock breathed out between kisses.

"N-no ah lube" John stuttered as Sherlock sucked on one of his nipples, his tongue expertly swirling around the hardened nub.

"I would reevaluate that assessment Doctor Watson." Sherlock said with an arrogant grin after diving a hand into the couch cushions and producing a brand new bottle of the aforementioned missing element.

"You planned this." John accused leaning up on his elbows.

"Does that change anything?" Sherlock rebutted raising an eyebrow.

John's answer was to glare before attacking the smug genius' neck.

Sherlock groaned; his hands trailed down John's chest and stomach, coming to grip his husband's rock hard erection. The blonde gasped and arched into the touch as Sherlock started stroking him.

The genius was panting in his ear as he continued his ministrations and rutting against John in time with his strokes.

A few minutes later John felt his orgasm building in the pit of his stomach.

"She-Sherlock st-stop."

Sherlock stopped and looked down at John with concerned confusion.

"What's wrong John?"

John took a deep breath, closing his eyes, then reopened them with a small smile.

"Nothing love, I just want you inside me when I come."

"I think I can arrange that" Sherlock replied the fire back in his eyes. He let go of John's cock and popped the cap off of the lube.

John slipped a hand into Sherlock's curls and pulled the genius down for a bruising kiss, working his husband's pants off with his other hand.

Sherlock continued to kiss John as he slicked up his fingers and eased one into the blonde's arse.

As Sherlock worked him open, John mewled needily. By three fingers John needed more.

"Sherlock I swear to god if you're not in me soon...aah!"

Not needing much prodding, once John had started his demand, Sherlock removed his fingers from John's stretched hole and replaced it with his slicked up cock.

Sherlock paused to allow John adjust, but the blonde was having none of that.

"Move" John demanded rolling his hips.

"Yes Captain" Sherlock replied pulling out and thrusting back in.

Sherlock had planned making it slow and loving, but John's demands of harder and faster threw that plan out the window.

John's nails were clawing down Sherlock's back when the genius wrapped his hand around John's leaking cock and pumped it in time with his thrusts.

It wasn't long before the former army doctor's noises became unintelligible muttering, soon followed by "Sherlock!" and he was coming all over his stomach and the genius' hand.

John screaming out his name and his tight heat contracting around him drew Sherlock over the edge and he was coming inside of John.

Sherlock pulled out and collapsed on the couch, pulling John tightly to his body.

"That was...Amazing." John breathed out.

Sherlock smirked as he pressed a kiss into John's hair. They laid there in the post sex euphoria, exchanging languid kisses every so often. When Sherlock started to drift towards sleep, John nudged him with his elbow.

"We should get dressed and head back."

"Nooo" Sherlock whined, tightening his arms around John.

"Do you really want your mother to come looking for us?" John asked apprehensively.

Sherlock eyes snapped open and he bolted upright, accidentally making John fall off the couch. He quickly scrambled off the couch and pulled John up from the ground.

"I'm sorry love."

"It's alright." John chuckled before pulling Sherlock into a soft kiss. He pulled back and Sherlock pouted.

"C'mon we can't keep our guests waiting."

Sherlock still pouted but started pulling his clothes on. Once dressed they left the shack, Sherlock locking it behind them.

They walked only a few paces when they came across Mycroft and Greg making out under a tree.

"Really Mycroft? Now I'm going to have to scrub my eyes with acid." Sherlock said with mild disgust.

The two older men broke apart breathing heavily.

"Well brother dear we had to occupy ourselves somehow whilst waiting for the two of you to finish. Mummy had sent us to fetch you" Mycroft sneered back. "I wouldn't be surprised if they heard you in the manor."

Sherlock glared at his brother while John blushed furiously.

"Alright boys lets calm down, today's supposed to be happy." Greg intervened. Mycroft's expression softened at his husband's admonition and most of the hostility drained from Sherlock's eyes.

"I'm sure your mother is wondering where we all are and we don't want to keep her waiting now do we."

The three other men nodded and they all walked back to the manor holding their respective husband's hand.