Guys, it's super late and I'm super tired so this might be super short and super shit, I apologise in advance. Also, I havent got a clue what I am going to write about yet, I guess I'll just go for it and see what happens? 🤣🤣 k, found a decent prompt, gonna roll with it... (p.s. in pretty pleased with the title, I made myself laugh when I thought of it:))

Word count: 1500

"What do you think of this?"
"What is it?"
"I genuinely have no idea." Sherlock frowned as he examined the object he was holding carefully.
"Well what does the label say."
"Ickypotatobum."
"It definitely does not say that. What does it actually say?"
"How am I supposed to know, i know I'm a man of many talents John but speaking Swedish is not one of them." John laughed and wrapped his arms round his husband's waist and looking round his shoulder to watch as Sherlock rolled the object around in his hands.
"What do you think it is then?"
"A hat maybe?" In one of his rare moments of goofiness, Sherlock reached up and placed the mystery object on his head and raised his eyebrows whilst pouting slightly, turning round as he did so that he was face to face with John. "What do you think?"
"Very dashing my Darling detective." He leant up to give the taller man a quick kiss.

"Ooh, alliteration!! Very attractive."
"Attractive to who?" John laughed as Sherlock stroked his chin thoughtfully.
"Well I would say me if I understood the concept of attraction but as it is let's just say that it makes me want to kiss you a lot and curl up on the sofa while you read poetry filled with alliteration while we cuddle."
"Sounds good to me. Is there a lot of poetry that is primarily alliteration?"
"Were you asleep during all those books I've been reading to Rosie? They feature a lot of Harry the happy hamster who held his head up high and Ruby the rocking rabbit running rapidly through rain. It may be driving me a little bit mental."
"First of all, I was too distracted by how incredibly cute it is that you read to Rosie and by how handsome you look with those reading glasses on to actually listen to the content of the stories. Second of all, is that really what you count as poetry now? Parenthood has really changed you. Third if all, you have always been mental Bubba, I wouldn't worry. And fourth of all, where is Rosie."
Sherlock suddenly looked very concerned and removed the thing from his head, rifling his dark curls back into place as he did so. He glanced about worriedly.

"Uh oh."
"That doesn't sound good, where is Rosie?"
"Ummm..." the detective looked sheepish.
"Please don't tell me we have list our daughter in IKEA?!?! Oh for fucks sake!!" He began to pull at his grey hair anxiously and was about to run off to search under every bed and behind every rug when Sherlock stopped him by grabbing his arm. His face was turned upwards into a smile and the corners of his eyes were creased in humour.
"What, why are you laughing Sherlock? This is serious, I can't believe you!!"
"John."
"Yes Sherlock? This had better be quick because we need to find our 4 year old in this jungle of a shop."
"John, Rosie's fine." He was cracking up now, his thin shoulders shaking with laughter.
"What do you mean Rosie's fine!! Stop laughing Sherlock, this place is huge and impossible to navigate! Do you think we can get a map or something?? What's so funny??"
"Calm down dear, Rosie's with her friend in the toy section."
"What do you mean she's with her friend? What friend?"

"We bumped into her friend from nursery and his mum while you were looking at the lights. They wanted to play together so his mum said she would take care of them if we wanted to do a bit of shopping on our own. She said it would keep Alfie occupied and that Rosie was always no trouble so I agreed. She's perfectly fine John." John's face had turned from worry to anger during this account and he pushed Sherlock gently in the ribs.
"Oh you bastard, ooh, I'm going to kill you!" He was trying to retain a look of anger at the younger man's jest but he really just felt relieved and besides, it wasn't often Sherlock made jokes, it was nice.

"No you aren't, you are going to kiss me."
"You are so cocky, I really hate you, you prick." He rolled his eyes as he said this and was trying really hard not to laugh.
"No you don't, you love me."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Positive."
"And why's that?"
"Because you married me of course and I have been told that marriage usually happens because two people love each other." John grabbed Sherlock's waist and roughly pulled him towards him so that they were stood, nose to nose with Sherlock looking down at his husband.
"You've been told have you?"
"Yes. Plus I also know from experience because I married the most amazing man on Earth who I love so much I think I might burst with the sappiness of it all." John smiled gently and put his hand gently on his partners face.
"Its lucky your so pretty dear and you have a habit of charming your way out of situations otherwise you would be in a lot of trouble."

"Hmm, but as I'm so pretty and charming, what are you going to do instead?"
"I'm going to kiss you passionately in front of lots of people because that embarrasses you and then I'm going to take you by the hand and drag you off to buy cute domestic things with me like pillow cases and scented candles and you are going to smile and tell me how much you like the colours because I like doing stupid, ordinary things like that and you love me so you have to pretend to like them too. And then we shall go find Rosie and go back to 221b to watch Inside Out for the third time this month because our daughter has an unhealthy obsession with it. And you will cry like always and pretend that it's because you have something in your eye when really it's because you are a massive softy who can't cope with the idea of our daughter growing up and seeing Riley makes you think about how quickly they get bigger. And also because you love Bing Bong and it broke you when he disappeared. I think that about covers it."

"Well I'm glad you have everything figured out." Laughed Sherlock, "how about we stick to the first thing for now though, that one sounded pretty good. And it doesn't embarrass me, I just don't like the idea of other people sharing in our love. I want to keep that all for us."
"Well luckily for you, we are next to a pretend bedroom right now and there is noone in there so I think we could have a quick snog there."
Sherlock frowned and poked him softly in the stomach, causing John to wriggle slightly as he was pretty ticklish.
"A quick snog? You make it sound so romantic."
"Oh, come on." He laughed and dragged his husband into the set up display room. There was a walk in wardrobe around a corner that seemed pretty private which John dragged Sherlock into and kissed him gently.

When they pulled apart, Sherlock looked dazed and happy, his lips larger than normal from being kissed so much.
"By the way, I never pretended I have something in my eye. It is perfectly natural for men to cry as I now know and have been working on and it's just so sad when Bing Bong.." he stopped and sniffed slightly.
"Oh my goodness, I love you, you massive softy. You are genuinely the cutest human ever, bar Rosie of course"
"Of course."
"No matter what anyone says. Now come one, let's go look at plates."
"Because we apparently need more than the 6 perfectly lovely ones we already have."
"Well if you did the washing up more often then we wouldn't need them! Also, I saw a set that would perfectly match the tiling in the kitchen and I really want them so come on. Plus, I am missing Rosie so would like to go find her also. "

Sherlock laughed and give his Doctor one last kiss on the nose before allowing himself to be dragged off in the direction of kitchen accessories. He smiled happily and they spent the next hour happily perusing the various weird and wonderful items they had to offer, with Rosie and her friend playing about them happily with the friends mum chatting and laughing warmly with the two men. It was one of those days when you remember how amazing life is and how incredible it is to be alive and the Watson-Holmes had never been happier.

The end

I hope you liked it:) it is now quarter past one in the morning and I have to get up early tomorrow to pack for going to stay at my grandparents caravan for the first time in a long time. (Don't worry, we'll all do covid tests and they've had the vaccine and everything, it's perfectly safe) K, ima sleep now. I hope you have one of the days Sherlock and John had tomorrow:) love you all,
Isabella
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