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“I love you.”

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It catches her off guard, she’s sat in Harry’s cafe, poring over a file && sorting out paperwork, when her lover comes to bring her a cup of coffee, and the words slip out. It’s the first time they’ve ever alluded to the fact their relationship, or rather, their little date nights were becoming something more, and it’s with warm cheeks that she receives the cup from her, tucking back hair that had escaped from her bun. ❛ -- I love you too. ❜

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@doubleshotwatson || Continued from this ask

||★|| He texts back with a confirmation that he will definitely drop by and visit. Two days later, he finds time between a double shift at Barts to catch the tube and then walk to the cafe where his sister works.

A glance through the window reveals that she is there so John can thoroughly surprise her. Stepping in, he approaches with a grin and a wave.

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{SMS} Hey Bruv, message me back. Thought of you today. --Harry

[Text] Harry! It’s been a while, how are things? - J

[Text] We should catch up! - J

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That’s not what she was looking for? John thought he had answered the question perfectly. Sort of. What did he botch up?

Silence. She was met with complete silence. It was more than a tiny shock and John was left speechless as he tried to process it. Only soft breathing was heard until finally, filled with awe, he asked, “I’m going to be an uncle?”

How does one be an uncle? What was he supposed to do? Well, aside from spoiling them rotten like a good uncle should. He’d need to be a better role model for one. Not that he was trouble or anything, but there was always room for improvement.

If he could squeal without sounding like an idiot, he would. Instead, he laughed. This was great! “Please tell me I’m going to be an uncle. Please. That way I can start saving up for everything I want to buy for that kid and for trips to the zoo.”

#doubleshotwatson #john is giddy #wait #she would love it if John got them buzzed on sugar and then passed them back #for her to deal with???#dangerous

"Sorry I missed Easter, I was busy with the cafe and when I finally got a chance to think it was half past 9 and I was to tired to make the drive. Hope it went well and you had a nice holiday. Love you brother," "End of Voicemail."

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John hadn’t expected to get this...it felt like ages since the last call, but he appreciated it. And missed her.

Smiling, he dialed her number. He didn’t know if he could ever stay mad at her. Not over something like this. John understood, he had weird hours too, and he wouldn’t fault her for that.

“Hey, I’m sorry I missed your call.”

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♡ VALENTINE’S DAY WITH @doubleshotwatson ♡

{🌼} iT WAS A SUNDAY not to mention, Valentines day, and Molly thought Harry definitely deserved a break, despite how adamantly against it. She had a grand plan that she needed to put in action, and it started with having one of Harry’s head waiters delivering flowers to her early in the morning. There was no use asking her not to go to work; Molly knew Harry would want to do it anyway. It was definitely going to be one of the busiest days of the year, with couples coming in-- Molly didn’t even NEED to look at the reservations book to know the place was probably fully booked. She hoped to surprise Harry throughout the day, by slipping a little note in her apron and so on. She didn’t think Harry would like to get dressed up and go out for dinner after a hard day of work ( they both didn’t seem like the sort for fancy dinners ) which was why Molly was currently standing in their kitchen; or rather Harry’s kitchen. Molly could cook a little, but Harry mostly did the cooking, since she was the one who genuinely enjoyed it, some days she brought back food from the café. Not today though, Molly was determined to prepare dinner for both of them before Harry got home. She squinted at the recipe book, her brow furrowed in confusion-- at the moment her hair was up in a messy bun, and she had flour smeared all over her cheek. So much for trying to make her own pasta.

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{SOULMATE AU} "Here you go darling, that'll be £5.30."

{🌼} MOLLY ALWAYS THOUGHT HER FIRST LINE WAS A BIT RUBBISH. It definitely made life harder, she had to constantly squint at cashier workers, wondering if they would utter that fateful line. It was as indistinct as a Hello, or Nice to Meet You, and she spent half her life TERRIFIED that she might miss out, her heart used to jump whenever her items were being rung up-- would they be £5.30? Would this be it? Her friends would joke, this meant for sure her soulmate wasn’t any sort of mogul, or a business man. The best thing she could hope for a florist, or a bookshop owner. That would at least be somewhat romantic. What could she buy for five pounds though? Not to mention, the use of darling. They teased her, saying it was probably some doddery old man, but Molly personally liked it. DARLING, she had spent countless sleepless nights tracing over the black inked words, whispering it to herself. DARLING.

But it turns out, when it happened, she wasn’t quite paying attention at all.

It was a horrible day; it was pouring outside and she had just managed to duck into a cafe to try and get some coffee to warm herself up. It was crowded though, it didn’t look like there’d be any seats, which meant wrestling with her cheap umbrella and fighting her way back to Barts before she could savour her coffee. It smelled delicious though, like freshly roasted coffee beans, so maybe she hadn’t made a wrong choice after all.

Her phone went off after she placed her order, and she smiled briefly at the barista. It was Sherlock, and of course he wanted to know where she was, and right now. She nodded, reaching about to fish for her purse.

Which wasn’t there.

“God-- I forgot my purse! I don’t know what’s gotten into me, I’m so sorry.”