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A few months had gone by after Sherlock's proposal and lately John Watson had been feeling like the happiest man in the world. However he hadn't heard a word from Mary. This was unsettling.

He'd deleted her number long ago so there was no way for her to get in contact. Even if was in contact with her he'd tell Sherlock. Surely if she'd spoken to Sherlock he'd say something.

But that was the thing with Mary. She could be capable of anything. And she had been silent lately. But if Sherlock noticed anything suspicious he'd know.

John awoke with a gasp. He had been startled by a nightmare, something that hadn't occurred much recently. Before he met Sherlock he'd have plenty of nightmares about the war. But these weren't dreams about the war.

He sat up, took a breath and tried to recollect his thoughts. Finally managing to calm down and assure himself, John shut his eyes and layed back down.

Just as he did Rosie began to cry from the other room. John sighed. "She must be having a nightmare too."

Frowning, John adjusts his shirt and looks into the mirror. He's not really looking forward to tonight. The stag night is tonight and that means tomorrow is the wedding.

Worst of all he'll be out partying with Sherlock all night. Just a painful reminder of his mistake in choosing Mary.

It took three years for him to recover from sherlock's death. Well, actually no, how could he recover? He'd always had feelings for Sherlock but now Sherlock would never know.

I love you. Those three little words, he'd never be able to tell him. Only had he whispered them at his grave, visiting nearly every week to drop by and say it, hoping each time he'd hear.

Every night started with a prayer for his return. And with each night, sleep became impossible. Even the slightest things reminded him of his presence. The smell of cigarettes, an empty chair, they were all memories.

Sherlock was everything. Without him, John had nothing. But now, Sherlock had returned. And John had Mary.

With a sigh, John unbuttons and puts on another shirt, deciding he didn't like the first one.

He knows he can't help but love Sherlock. But he's married to Mary now. Or will be soon. But at least he's got tonight. Maybe he can forget.

"Sherlock?!" He calls aloud as hes finally finished dressing and looks around his room. "You seen my phone anywhere?"