Bonjour my sweet lovelies

Feliz navidad

Enjoy

Shortest authors note ever

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You stared at the credits rolling on the screen, All I Want For Christmas is You playing softly. You sighed, clutching a pillow to your stomach. All you wanted was Sherlock so you could fix the onslaught of destruction that had been brought by the words you'd fired. The snowflakes fell outside, the lights shimmered on the tree and Mary put in another movie. It was a perfect holiday, but all you could think about was your curly haired detective.

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"Well," said Sherlock, "thank you girls for getting us home. We owe you."

"We accept payment in kisses," replied Andrea, eyeing Greg again.

"Or just a picture will do," giggled Emily and shaking her head at the blonde. They all posed for a selfie, and the girls took off in a giddy skip.

"Now what? Traffic is backed up for miles," complained Greg, looking around glumly.

John thought for a moment before snapping his fingers. "Mycroft."

"Yes! Sherlock call Mycroft!" said Greg.

"We can get home ourselves-"

"CALL HIM," they yelled at the same time.

He rolled his eyes, but pulled out his phone anyways and dialed his number. After a single ring Mycroft answered. "I need your assistance."

"You mean you need my help," replied Mycroft, and Sherlock could sense him smirking through the phone.

"No, assistance."

"Help."

"Assis-"

"Yes we need your help," said John, ripping the phone from Sherlock's hands. He told Mycroft their location, and minutes later a helicopter sounded overhead. It landed on a landing pad out in the airfield, and the three dashed to it. They immediately got in and it took off. "Thanks for the help," said Greg once they were in the air and had caught their breath.

"Assistance," corrected Sherlock.

Mycroft glared at him. "Well more help awaits you. We have to land on St. Barts and from there, a car of mine will take you home. Most of the traffic has cleared up over there." The three boys nodded gratefully. "I told you to let me help you get back before you even left Sherlock," added on Mycroft.

"I didn't need your assistance then."

"Sherlock-"

"Mycroft." The two brothers stared each other down before both turning away in silence.

Greg and John both groaned. Finally they reached St. Barts, and the helicopter landed with a slight jolt as it touched ground. The three jumped out and thanked Mycroft again. They ran across the pavement and reached the door, but Sherlock looked around one time before leading them through. "I think the last time I was up here-"

"We know," said John and Greg at the same time, pushing him forward so they wouldn't have to relive the horrid memory.

Sherlock nervously glanced down, his crystal gaze unable to stay ahead. He could still hear her worried voice ringing in his ear as the three rushed to the stairs, eager to get home. They bolted down the stairs and out the door, loading their luggage in the trunk and hopping in the car. Thankfully Mycroft was right and the traffic had cleared up, so it was an easy 10 minute drive. Finally, they pulled in front of 221B.

The three boys stepped out, finally able to breathe, more than happy to be home. They smiled eagerly at each other and raced through the door and up the stairs. Eventually they gave up trying to carry their luggage up the stairs and just dropped it, leaving their delicates to fly down the stairs. John was the first through the door, running straight to his wife who had just gotten up to put in a different movie. He engulfed her in a giant hug, planting kisses all over her. Next was Greg, who also rushed through the door, jumping on Molly on the couch. They both laughed, hugging happily. And lastly came Sherlock. You watched him walk slowly through the door, his eyes trained carefully on you.

A million words were being said between you two. Finally you couldn't stand it anymore, wanting more than anything to be in his arms. You jumped up from the couch and ran over to him. But then you remembered how it had been when he had left, how he seemed scared and distant, so you stopped yourself from hugging him.

"I missed you," he whispered. "I missed you both." He reached out to caress your still tiny belly.

"We missed you too," you said. Then he reached around you, pulling you close to him. You breathed in the familiar smell of him, happy that he seemed semi calm about being a father soon. You lifted your head from his chest to find him already staying down with you, twirling his fingers through your hair. He smirked and you bit your lip, then you two met in the middle, your lips reintroducing themselves after the long absence apart. "Sherlock what we discussed!" Greg narrowed his eyes, keeping his arm around Molly. Sherlock looked down nervously.

"I actually have a present for you." He pulled away, walking towards the small tree you had coaxed him into decorating. He leaned down and pulled out a large box, you raised an eyebrow.

"Sherlock what did you-"

"Just open it." He demanded, suddenly staring at you like one of his experiments.

"Fine." You tore the paper, "I honestly don't see what's such a big dea-" You were cut off as you stared down into the box.

"Sherlock..." You whispered, eyes wide. "Is this what I think it is?"

Sherlock nodded, biting his lip nervously.

A hand flew over your mouth, an uncontrollable happiness washed over you, spilling out through your eyes in the form of tears.

"What is it love?" Mary questioned, her and Molly curiously standing.

With a shakey hand, you slowly reached into the box and pulled out a much smaller, so much more meaningful black box.

Sherlock slowly opened it and Mary and Molly squealed, Molly hopping up and down while clapping.

Sitting in the small padded box a ring gleamed.

"You've been with me through everything. A fake death, a fake bomb, blowing up the kitchen with experiments..."

John slowly whacked him the shoulder, murmuring something in his ear and Sherlock dropped down to one knee. John and Greg stood off to the side, both grinning like idiots.

You dropped the box, slowly extending your hand. Sherlock took it, slipping the ring on your finger as you nodded frantically, too choked up to say anything. Sherlock stood and you yanked him down by his collar into a kiss, the cheers of your friends filling the room.

Greg walked over, and Sherlock instantly released you, looking at him with wide eyes.

"Graham I-"

Greg slung an arm around him and pulled him into a hug.

"Welcome to the family, and you can call me Greg."

"Fine. Greg." Sherlock stated, name sounding foreign in his mouth.

You had to catch Greg as he almost collapsed into your arms. It was a Christmas miracle.

A/N

Merry christmas bitches

And a happy new year

And a happy kwanzaa, hanukkah, ummmm *insert other holidays* Even at Christmas I still curse. Oh whale.

Happy week before Sherlock starts again.

I can't watch the premire :( WHOEVER SPOILS IT IZ GUNNA DIE

On the bright side, I got to sit here and laugh as Andrea tried to spell and use proper English

Emily don't make me bring up the then and than situation...

U PROMISED TO NEVER MENTION THAT

I love you. *angel emoji*

Love my ass ( WAIT THAT IS NOT WHAT I MEANT I MEANT IT LIKE WHEN SOMEONE DOESN'T BELIEVE SOMETHING GODDAMN )

Oh my. Well on that note..

We love all your asses.

Nuuu stop im laughing so hard jesus (is our savior) i just dropped my laptop

O H M Y G A W D M Y S T O M A C H

I third wheeled on a date and this guy was getting way too close to my friend so I stuck my head inbetween the two of them, pushing her and him apart and said "make room for Jesus Christ our savior and lord"

OH MY HAHHAH. I should do that with my cousin and her boyfriend.. They always kiss and make out in front of me (BLEH) so now I've just started going "Oh yeah, get it, uh huh." and get really close to their faces till they feel uncomfortable and stop

Well.

WAIT BEFORE WE END IT WE NEED TO SHOW THEM THIS BEAUTIFUL GIF

(Trust me)

(I take no credit/blame for what you people see if you people look at that)

Pssh im gonna save it and include it where u can add an image

Then we all have no choice. I'm okay with that.

I was about to make a reaaaaaaaaalllyy dirty joke but than I wa OH MY JESUS FRICKIN CHRIST (our savior) IM GONNA MURDER WHOEVER MADE AUTOCORRECT AND SHOVE THAN AND THAN UP THEIR ASS.

Whelp, I promise I'm not crazy auto correct keeps changing my thEn 's to than

I suppose we should sign off now

Have a Christmas.

Doesn't have to be a merry little one, so just have a Christmas.

Or a holiday. Or whatever you celebrate BECAUSE (FUCKIN DIVERSITY TRUMP) YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO DO WHATEVER THE HELL YOU WANT AND CELEBRATE WHATEVER THE HELL YOU WANT SO SCREW THE CONTROLLING BITCHES ALL OVER THE WORLD.

R u good?

OH uh yeah. I just really get into the holiday spirit.

Mhmm, well

We're both insane

Have a nice holiday, Bye losers

BEFORE WE GO THIS IS A NEW TRADITION EVERY YEAR WE DO THIS FROM A CAROL

So you get to look forward to that every Christmas

Im sorry

Ok we need to leave them to their gifts and food

Even though we're the best gifts ever

TRUEEEEEE

The only better gift is if Santa can make my dreams come true and make Johnlock canon

Or Draystrade

Or shermily or Jimly

YES

Okay goodbye

Bye bye for now! Love y'all!