Chapter XI/ Last Chapter: To Help Us Recover

"I think I'll move back in with you, then." John mumbled.

Sherlock arched his neck to meet John's eyes. Is this what it felt like to be short?

"To help you recover, of course." He added, lickng his lips.

Sherlock looked away. Ensuring John couldn't see him, he grinned.

A few days later

Sherlock has recovered. John is yet to move out.

A few weeks later

Sherlock is taking cases. John is yet to move out.

A few months later

John's bedroom is converted into a bedroom for Rosie.

"I'll sleep on the couch then." John said.

"Don't be absurd." Sherlock replied, rolling his eyes. "You'll sleep with me." He declared.

"Right then." John replied.

John looked away. Ensuring Sherlock couldn't see him, he grinned.

Decades later

Rosie goes to university. John continues to sleep in Sherlock's room.

"When are you going to make it official them? It's been long enough!" Greg exclaimed.

"Make what official?" John asked innocently.

"He means us." Sherlock replied.

"Oh-" John mumbled, blushing hard.

"Oh, don't be dramatic just pick a date."

"What?"

"A date, John."

"For what?"

"For the birth of Mrs. Hudson. What do you think? THE WEDDING, JOHN!"

"Wedding? Who's wedding?"

"Ours."

"Oh, Sh- Sherlock, do you want me to marry you?"

Sherlock looked at him, laughing he replied,

"Yes, John. Wasn't it obvious?"

John grinned at him. It was, he just wanted to hear him say it.

"October 25th seems good." Greg said.

Without looking away from Sherlock, grinning ear to ear, John replied, "Yeah, October 25th."

The End.