You sat in the living room thinking about how lucky you were to have someone like Sherlock.
What did you do to gain something no, someone so extraordinary and grand as him. You smiled to yourself thinking of all the things you and Sherlock do together. Staying up late reading books to each other, the occasional pillow fights, him letting you help him on cases, coffee dates, and the nose kisses.
You were interrupted by the sound of an angry voice stomping up the stairs.
"No jawn you don't understand the game is on! They are toying with me!"
One of his latest cases if you had to guess.
Sherlock ran into the room and shot at the smiley wall a few times before going over to all the evidence pinned to the wall and tore it down. You shot out of your spot on the sofa giving Sherlock a warning look. He looked at you with a look of utter despair and let his shoulders slump and he walked over to your wrapping himself around you.
You set him down on the couch an cuddled into his side softly running your hands through his hair.
It was actually really funny because you were one of the only people who could calm Sherlock down when he was throwing a tantrum and John respected you even more for it.
"Have I ever told you you are the best boyfriend in the whole entire world and that I'm am so lucky to have you. Also it was the neighbors."
He shot out of his chair finger in the air as he screamed "I knew it!" He then ran out of the flat. "Jawn the game is on!!"
You giggled at your overreactive boyfriend and picked up the nearest book looking for something to entertain yourself with. As you began to read Sherlock ran back in kissed you on the cheek and sped off again.