Joan had no idea where she was going or what Sherlock had planned, in the taxi she had her head rested on his shoulder and of course their fingers intertwined. They didn't say much during the car journey, they were just happy to be in each other's presence again after a long day apart, oh how they were in love. When they arrived at their destination Sherlock helped Joan out of the taxi, it was the most beautiful place she had ever seen, a rustic but modern restaurant with fairy lights all around.
"Sherlock oh my god" Gasped Joan,
"Is it okay?" He questioned with a worried look on his face,
"It's more than okay, it's perfect." She replied.
As she linked her arm with his they entered the beautiful double doors which had been opened by a young man who was super smiley. They were showed to their table by a lovely young lady who Joan was sure was eyeing up Sherlock, this made her laugh. He pulled her chair out for her and she sat down, he was more of a gentleman then ever and she loved it. The evening continued perfectly, the food was exquisite, they had a million and one things to talk about and they were happier that they had ever been. Joan occasionally rubbed her foot up Sherlocks leg which made him wiggle with adrenaline and she loved it. It came to desert and they both had their heart set on the chocolate brownie, so they decided to share; when the waiter brought it out they did the typical couple thing of feeding each other, they didn't care what they looked like; they were just so happy with each other in that moment.
Sherlock ended up settling the check, although Joan insisted she would pay Sherlock won, just as he always does. They decided to walk home as it wasn't a long walk from the brownstone, his arm linked in hers and her head resting on his shoulder. It was the first time since their wedding day that they both had their wedding ring on their hand instead of around their necks.
"I like this" she said lightly,
"What do you like my little Joanie?" he replied,
"I like being your wife all the time, not just at home" she said cautiously,
"Then why don't we do that?" He questioned,
"What do you mean?" She replied confused, he laughed and brought her over to a bench on the sidewalk.
"Joan Holmes, would you like to be my wife all the time?" He laughed as he said it, she kissed him as a sign of agreement. "We'll tell Gregson and Marcus tomorrow okay?" He said as he squeezed her arm,
"Yes!" She said as a smile beamed across her face.
"Let's go home my love" he said as he stood up holding his hand out waiting for Joan to take it, she stood up and off they wondered home after a perfect night.