AN: So this is more like an epilogue than a true chapter. Hope you've all enjoyed this little fanfic. I'm not sure if I will be writing more for this fandom or not. I am currently obsessed with it – however my muse is very unreliable and often takes long vacations without alerting me. So I will probably just read other people's work.

Thanks for the reviews and favorites! They make me very happy.

Disclaimer – Still don't own them (sigh)...

"John, I just realized something very important." The sound of Holmes' voice beside him stirred Watson to wake. He rolled over slowly to face him. Holmes was lying on his back, looking thoughtfully at the ceiling. Smiling to himself as he thought about how much he enjoyed waking up like this; he leaned down to give him a quick "good morning" kiss. "What did you realize Sherlock?" He asked; refocusing attention to the statement that had awoken him in the first place. Turing his gaze from the ceiling towards Watson he said

"I gave you your gift early. Your birthday isn't for another week. That's why I asked about it yesterday. I wanted to have time to shop."

Watson grinned. "I'm glad you didn't think of that last night." Holmes rolled his eyes. "I didn't have much time to think. I was...preoccupied. By you." Watson chuckled at that. "You know Watson; I think I should still get you something." He said returning his gaze to the ceiling with a contemplative expression. Watson groaned. "Holmes, don't start that again." Holmes grinned. "Why not John? I quiet like the outcome from such conversations." "You're incorrigible." "I quiet agree John." Silence - then "Watson I really do want to get you something though. Something to give you on your actual birthday. A proper gift. Something you can unwrap." Watson grinned wickedly. "I'll be happy to unwrap you Sherlock if it makes you feel better." Holmes muttered something that sounded like "Horny bastard." his face reddening a bit; but Watson could see he was fighting a smile. Then he slowly rolled out of bed; at which point Watson gave a whimper of protest. "Where are you going?" "To get dressed of course. Then I'm going shopping. To get you a proper material gift. And that's the end of it John." He said whilst tying his bathrobe around him.

There was a brief silence - then "Sherlock I love you." Holmes smiled at Watson.

"I know John. I know." he replied as he strode towards the bedroom door. He reached for the handle, and then paused just before he turned it, turning to face the bed again. "I love you too by the way." he said before opening the door and stepping out.

"Sherlock!" Holmes stuck his head back in the bedroom. "Yes John?" "You might want to wear a scarf." Came the smug reply.