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Chapter Eight
Third Person POV
Kayla woke the next morning fairly early. Her phone said it was eight seventeen, but it felt much earlier to her. She groaned and rolled over, looking outside. Today was cloudy and that made her feel more tired. She stretched and decided she should probably get up. She opened the door and she felt a wonderful sense of déjà vu.
Kayla smiled and went down the stairs to the living room. She couldnʼt help the giggle that escaped when she walked into the living room. There, laying on the couch, was the most adorable sight she had ever seen. Sherlock was curled up on the couch, slightly sprawled, and was halfway under the sheet that was covering him.
His mouth was slightly open due to the angle his head was and his curls were in disarray. She couldnʼt help but think he looked peaceful for once. He looked as content as any other person in the world, but she knew that once he woke, it would be gone. Kayla smiled, walking over as quietly as she could and covered him fully with the sheet. She patted his head softly and froze completely when he shifted in his sleep. When he showed no signs of being awake, she relaxed a little. She went into the kitchen and started to make some coffee.
Sherlock woke to the blissful smell of coffee. He opened his eyes and groaned. His back felt a little stiff. He looked down at himself and realized why. It was definitely caused from position he was laying in. He groaned when he moved to sit up. Kayla appeared in the doorway of the kitchen and smiled. "Morning." she said and then frowned.
"Whatʼs wrong?" she asked, seeing the look of pain on his face. Sherlock immediately wiped all traces of pain from his face and smiled at her. "Nothing. Perfectly fine." he said, standing up and wincing when his back cracked involuntarily. Kayla studied him for a moment before nodding and heading back into the kitchen.
Sherlock winced one more time before heading into the kitchen as well. He stopped abruptly when he walked in. "What did you do?" he asked.
Kayla didnʼt look up from the paper she was reading while sitting at the kitchen table. "Honestly Sherlock, I thought I broke you of that habit. Everything is back where it belongs. In their respective cabinets. You really should be more careful. Wouldnʼt want anything to happen to them." she warned.
"You wouldnʼt dare." he said, crossing his arms. Kayla chuckled and looked up at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I did it before. Donʼt think I wonʼt do it again." she said, getting up and handing him a cup of coffee. Sherlock couldnʼt help the grin that was forming and took the cup of coffee.
Kayla watched as he took the paper from her and went into the living room. Kayla rolled her eyes and followed after him, sitting in Johnʼs chair.
"Were you playing the violin last night?" she asked after a moment of silence. Sherlock looked up from the paper and grinned. "I mightʼve been. Why?" he said, looking back at the paper. "Thank you. It helped me fall asleep." she said, taking a sip of her coffee and looking out the window.
Sherlock smirked behind the paper. "Glad I could help."
The next few mornings were pretty much the same. Sherlock and Kayla would talk until John woke up, which was about an hour after they had, and then all three of them would spend the day in town. Sherlock would complain that it was boring, but went along anyway, while John and Kayla laughed.
"I donʼt see the purpose in it." Sherlock said, getting out of the cab. "There is no purpose." Kayla said, getting out after him and paying the cabbie. "Itʼs about spending time together. Sheʼs only got another day to spend here with us. And I must say, Iʼve grown quite fond of her over this past week." John said, walking around the cab and swinging his arm over her shoulder. Kayla poked him in the side and laughed when he ducked away from her.
"Well you, good sir, have become a thorn in my side." she joked. John laughed and put his hands in his pockets. "I have this feeling you two are conspiring against me." Sherlock said, wrapping his scarf tighter around his neck. Kayla skipped forward a little and turned around so she was walking backwards so she could look at him. "Thatʼs only because youʼre paranoid. And I enjoy making you feel uncomfortable. I try to make it my priority to make things difficult for you." she said, grinning the entire time.
"Why wouldnʼt that surprise me?" he retorted quietly. Kayla grinned and spun around so she was facing forward again.
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