"Hey." John walks to me and gives me a kiss on my mouth.

"Hey." I hug him sweetly and rubs his hair. His hair smells delicious. It's the smell of flowers.

"What are you doing?" He asks.

"Nothing special." I answer. Actually I am reading something online. About how you have to pamper your boyfriend. I close my laptop. "What about you?" I ask curiously.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you know what day it is today?" I lean stalwartly on the couch and look at him full of desire.

"Tuesday. But I don't know what you mean with that. It's a normal day. Tuesday." He responses. Meanwhile, he looks at his watch. He is probably thinking what I am asking now. Like I am always asking stupid questions. Maybe he's right.

"Yeah, okay."

"What?" He asks again. He looks doubtfully at me. He comes closer to me and stares into my eyes. I'm not going to say anything.

"You have to work tonight?"

"Nope."

"Tomorrow?"

"Nope." I nod happily. And he thinks. He doesn't know anything. He thinks I am getting crazy. He isn't used I ask questions like this. Mostly I do not speak.

"Are you ready for my next question?" I ask gently. He looks suspiciously at me.

"Think so." He sits next to me on the couch. He breaths rapidly. He just loves me.

"Would you like to have dinner with me? In a restaurant?" I hold his hands. This is a lovely situation. Before he can answer I kiss him gently in his neck.

"Yes, please." He sighs. He embraces me and enjoys my presence. A few seconds we hold each other like two little children. He is totally over the moon because of my suggestion.

"Thank you." I say. He still doesn't know what day it is. Tuesday isn't the right answer at all.

***

I am startled of his question. He is very mysterious. What can I expect?

"Sorry, I have to go now. There are patients waiting for me." I stand up and rubs his hair.

"See you later." He says sweetly. He walks with me to the door and opens it as a handsome gentleman.

"Thank you." I bow in front of my nice boyfriend. He laughs.

I go outside and I shut my coat. I am curious for what Sherlock is going to do. He is not going to tell me anything. Walking over street, I see cute couples. Immediately I miss Sherlock. I get a feeling in my heart like I've forgotten something important. Like Sherlock has to be with me, but tonight we'll have fun. I can hardly wait.

"They are here already." Mary warns me. She's my secretary and she is talking about the inspectors. We always guess who can be an inspector. And this time she's pretty sure.

"Wish me luck." I power walking to my surgery and I put on my white coat. I'm really nervous, but I try to seem spontaneous. That I'm late isn't a good sign.

***

"Are you there finally?" Sherlock shouts. It isn't angry but rather anxious.

"The inspectors kept me at work." They were really inspectors. They kept asking about everything.

"I hope they didn't act on your mind." He says easefully. He comes to me and pull out my jacket. "Get dressed." Only now I notice he wears a chic costume. Immediately there appears a smile on my face. He is extremely hot. Rushed I walk to the bedroom and I search a costume. It doesn't fit me, but I put it on to please Sherlock. He really looks forward to it.

"Ready." I look at the clock. It's 8 pm. I think it's a normal time to go to the restaurant. The light of the lampposts when we walk to the restaurant. The shimmering dresses of the women. The candles on the table. The stars in the dark sky.

"Fine." He bends his arm, so I can hook my arm in his. "If sir wants to follow." I am wondering why he is changed that much. He is suddenly much quieter. More in love. I don't care, I love him.

Relaxed we walk out. I expected we would walk to the restaurant, but in front of our house there is a decorated cab. The cabdriver – wearing a costume – opens the door for us. Sherlock let me get in first.

"Wha-"

"Sshtt." He whispers. I didn't say any word and he silences me already. He puts his finger on my mouth and he looks ahead. As if he's trying to listen to something.

I like away through the window. To the people in their houses. The vases on their windowsills. The closed curtains, that let a bit light through.

Sherlock stares at the other side. The whole time with a big smile on his face. He let me laugh.

The cab slows down abruptly. Sherlock reaches out his arm to prevent I hurt myself. I didn't buckle up my seatbelt. The cabdriver rapidly gets out of the car and opens the door on Sherlock's side. He gets out and he stands still in the doorway. When I sit on his place, he reaches out both his arms to help me stand up. He lovely and sweetly kisses my hand. I blush.

Somebody – wearing a costume too – opens the door of the restaurant, that seems mysteriously silent. No noise, no tables. The only thing he says: "Follow me." I expect he walks to the dining room, but instead of that he walks to a door, in the back. He let us walk up the stairs and confused I look back. It's very strange. Sherlock walks in front of me and longing I listen to his feet on the steps.

On the top of the stairs there is a door too. Before we've reached the door, it goes open. In the middle of the room there is a table, romantically luminously. Sherlock hops to a chair and he pulls it to him.

"If sir wants to sit." He offers me the chair. I nod friendly. He takes a seat in front of me. A few seconds he stares at me and I don't know what I need to do. Fortunately the waiter gives us the menu. The whole time we keep silent, while we choose our food. There isn't much to choose, just my favourite dishes. Sherlock planned all this for me.

"The dishes with potatoes." I say, while I'm completely surprised.

"The same." I give the menu back and they fill the glasses with champagne.

"You did this for me?" I ask curiously. Albeit I know he's done this for me. He just nods. "Because I don't under-"

"You will see. You still don't know what day it is?" I shake my head. Do I need to feel myself guilty because I don't know? He seems to think it's important. "Maybe it's better this way." I sigh relieved.

"And the dishes? How do you know?"

"I always pay attention. I've done research." He says coolly. It would not surprise me if he called the president of America. Two waiters give us our food. It are some snacks, beautifully decorated.

In silence we taste our different snacks and we watch into each other's eyes.

"It was fun at work?"

"Please, don't. Don't talk about the work, if I can enjoy your presence. You're more important."

"Thanks." He stares at me full of admiration. Albeit I have to be that person. He planned all this. All that effort... for me. I still don't have words.

Now they bring us our main course. The bread is cut in hearts and I'm wondering if Sherlock is involved to it. He planned everything to perfection.

"Has it taken much work and time?" I look around again. This is just perfect.

"For you is nothing too much, Watson." He winks. The crowd looks on pleasurably. He has hired quite a lot of people. Just because today... is today. He behaves very mysteriously.

"Thank you, Holmes." The enormous distance keeps our love in the background. I miss his touches, his sweet words in my ear. Even a meter is too far.

The door goes open and I look curiously at the men, who walk in. They hold a violin. The first man gives his violin to Sherlock. Sherlock clears his throat and stands up. He holds his fiddlestick and start playing. The first notes are sweet and quiet. But immediately he starts playing louder and wilder. The love and his feelings sets my teeth on edge. Positively. My heart beats faster. My hands are sweating. His wonderful music lasts five minutes, and every second I enjoy it. He gives his violin back and he casually pulls his tie. Thereafter he takes a seat.

"A small intermezzo." He laughs.

"I am honoured." For the hundredth time today."

"No, it's an honour to be your boyfriend."

All the men start playing and they take place on the podium. The music keeps us quiet and we do not want to interrupt the perfect notes. In silence we eat our already brought meal. It tastes deliciously, and Sherlock's presence only makes it better and better.

"Delicious." I say. "I wanted to propose to taste my meal, but you've the same one."

"It doesn't withhold me to try out." He stands up and leans forwards. He opens his mouth and shuts his eyes. I lay a bit on my fork and put it in his mouth. "Lovely." He says. He turns around and he intends to go away.

"Wait." I pull him closer and he looks at me. I rapidly and sweetly kiss him on his lips.

"Lovely too." He laughs.

"I know." The music in the background keeps playing further. They clear the table and Sherlock looks at me. Again I look around, because this is all perfect.

"I know you like it here, but could I ask you something?" He interrupts my astonished looking around.

"Of course." He stands up. The fiddlers start playing louder and they come closer to us.

"I asked you what day it is." He begins. He pulls me straight and stares at me into the eyes. His longing gaze penetrates my head. I nod. "It's not just an ordinary day."

They start playing romantic music and his hired staff stand around us.

"No?" I ask curiously. Finally I will know what day it is?

"Well. It's a special day." He holds my hands. He gives me a quick kiss on my cheek.

"Yes?"

"It's a day for lovers." I nod understandingly.

"February the 14th." I sigh. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay. But..." The lights dim. Just one spot remains, that shines on us. Our shadow falls into some staff people.

"It's Valentine's Day." He confirms. He takes a step backwards and he kneels in front of me. From his pocket he takes a box. I get tears in my eyes and everyone starts applauding.

"And our Engagement Day."

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Hey, Sherlockians.
This is the first chapter, beginning with love <3
Holidays are always welcome in the comments.
See you later!