Daddy Loves You

Chapter 18: Two Late To Apologise?

AN: Again I'm going to post both Johnlock and Mystrade's sides of the story in their respective fics, with some overlap of course. Enjoy xxxx

Summary:John calls Mycroft and Greg to apologise for Sherlock's behaviour. But will Sherlock surprise everyone and actually apologise himself?

John walks into the living room with Ana and looks over at his husband; who is just staring out of the window.

Obviously, Sherlock staring out of their window is nothing surprising but what is surprising, is that he doesn't even seem to be breathing. It's like he turned into a statue sometime between John falling asleep and John waking up.

"Sherlock, love, are you alright? You've been stood there all morning." John asks carefully, treating Sherlock like a wounded animal.

There's the briefest acknowledgement in the form of Sherlock tilting his head slightly before looking back out the window.

John sighs softly, deciding to make Ana some dinner before trying to speak to his husband again.

He sits his daughter in her chair before rummaging through the cupboards for something to eat and the fresh tea bags.

As he turns around he nearly jumps out of his skin when he sees Sherlock stood next to Ana and very gently stroking her hair.

"Sweetheart, I called Greg earlier to apologise to Mycroft. But he's been called into work so I'm gonna call him later at home. I'll sort this out, okay?"

"I love you, John." Sherlock whispers, still staring at their daughter.

"I love you too, Sherlock. You know that." John smiles softly, turning round to boil the kettle.

"When are you ringing Lestrade?" Sherlock asks distractedly, looking up at John.

"He asked me to ring about two. So I'll make us dinner and then give him a call. Alright, love."

"I'll have toast. And a coffee." Sherlock replies, slumping down in the chair next to Ana.

John smiles to himself, glad that his husband is actually eating without being coerced and makes a start on dinner.

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"Come on, sweetheart, Papa is too tired to play." John tells his daughter as she tries to climb on her Papa's lap.

"It's alright, John. Come here, Ana." Sherlock says with a smile, holding his hands out for his daughter.

"I'm gonna ring Greg. Don't blow anything up while I'm out of the room, please." John grins at husband.

Sherlock smiles back at his husband before engaging in an animated story with his daughter and her dolls.

John steps into the hall and dials Greg's number, hoping he can speak to Mycroft this time.

"Hey Greg, how was the case?"

"Quick and not to painful actually. Anyway, you wanted to talk to Mycroft, right?"

"Yes, is he there?".

"Yeah, he is. I'll just go to the library and get him."

John hears Greg walking through the house and into another room, just as he's preparing himself to talk to Mycroft, Sherlock takes the phone from him and puts it to his ear.

"John, what can I do for you?"

"I'm sorry." Sherlock says softly, furrowing his brow at John when he gives him an unusual look.

Sherlock spins on his heels, walks back into the living room and watching his daughter playing.

"Sherlock? Gregory told me that John wanted to talk to me."

John follows Sherlock back into the room and picks his daughter up, sitting her on his hip.

"Yes, he was going to apologise on my behalf but I thought, given the circumstances, it was better to do it myself." Sherlock replies, reaching out a hand to touch John's face gently.

The doctor smiles at the gesture, resting a hand on Sherlock's hip and leaning in to kiss his cheek.

"I'm proud of you, dear brother."

"Don't mock me, brother mine."

"I assure you I'm not, Sherlock. It was very mature of you to apologise to me. I am proud of you. Always, Sherlock."

"Yes, well. Now that I've apologised, can you tell your husband to get me some better cases?" Sherlock snaps awkwardly, glaring at the floor.

John nearly drops Ana in shock at the use of 'husband' about Greg. The last he'd heard Mycroft and Greg weren't married yet.

"I don't know what you mean, Sherlock. You know perfectly well that me and Gregory are not officially married."

Sherlock grins at his brother's shock before replying, "Of course, dear brother. My mistake. Goodbye."

He puts the phone down before Mycroft has a chance to reply and grins at John.

"What do you know?" John asks, quirking an eyebrow at his husband.

"Nothing, John. Not. A. Thing." The younger man continues to grin.

"Spill it, Sherlock. You know something. I know because you never make mistakes. And you sure as hell don't admit to them either."

"That's not true. I have made mistakes and I've owned up to them." Sherlock replies, receiving a look from his husband before he rolls his eyes and gives in. "Fine. I might have deduced that Lestrade is going to ask Mycroft to marry him."

"Really? Wow, good on Greg." John smiles, sitting down in his chair.

"What? I thought he was your friend. He's about to marry that fat oaf and ..."

"Remember when you just made that apology. Don't make me call Mycroft back for you to apologise again."

Sherlock doesn't respond other than a sigh and dramatic flop on the couch.

"You know you're secretly happy for them, Sher."

"No." Sherlock replies into the couch cushion.

"Yes, you are. You tried setting them up for months before they got together." John grins at his husband.

"Only so my insufferable brother would stay out of my affairs." Sherlock snaps, turning his head and glaring at John.

"Whatever you say, sweetheart. Coffee?"

"Yes, please." Comes Sherlock's muffled reply from the couch cushions again.

"God only knows why I love that man." John giggles to himself.

"I heard that."

This just causes John to laugh even more, pulling out some biscuits and pouring out a tea and a coffee.

"Idiot." Sherlock replies, trying to prevent a smirk.

"Dickhead." John throws back, sitting back down in his chair.

"John!" Sherlock hells, directing his attention to Ana.

"She's heard worse." John smirks back at his husband, as they both erupt into laughter again.

"I love you, Sher."

"I love you too, John. Forever."