Sherlock opened the first parcel, it was from Irene. She had gotten him two of the many presents inside. Inside of the parcel was an expensive Cologne. Sherlock tipped the bottle upside down. He looked at it and sniffed it. "I don't even wear this." Sherlock said.

"It was nice of her, it looks expensive." John said, finding the price tag Irene 'forgot' to remove. "Wow! It's is expensive, Babe, look!" John exclaimed, gesturing to it. "Who the hell pays £150 for a bottle of cologne? Then again, paying isn't really the Adler way, is it?" John passed him the next of Irene's presents. They were all wrapped in golden shiny paper that wouldn't rip properly.

Sherlock took out black leather collar with diamonds in it, and a whip with "TheWhipHand" carved into the handle. Sherlock looked up at John, and they both started to hysterically laugh. "W...what even...?" Sherlock asked though a wave of laughter.

"I don't even know." John managed to say, tears pouring from his squinted eyes. Once the pair had stopped laughing, Sherlock took out the present from Lestrade. It was a navy blue scarf.

"I have one of these." Sherlock said, confused. But then he saw the white embroidery on the tip. 'Property of Sherlock Watson Holmes.' He read it out to John. John smiled.

"Your initials are now 'W.S.S.W.H" he giggled. Sherlock smiled.

"I love it." Sherlock said, repeating over in his mind. "William Sherlock Scott Watson Holmes."

The next present was from Molly. She had gotten him two things. The first was a mug, with "Mr Consulting Detective" written on it and the second was a marble ornament of an otter and a hedgehog playing by a river. It was very pretty and John ran out to put it by the fire place.

The final present was from Mary. It was wrapped in bright blue paper. It seemed to be clothing of some kind. Sherlock opened it and out fell two sweat shirts. One was dark green and the other Navy blue. On the front they had 'Some Consulting Detectives marry their Bloggers. Deal with it."

"You blog?" Sherlock asked, Surprised.

"Yeah, about your cases." John blushed. "People were really interested in you so I wrote about the first case you let me come on, and they fell in love with you."

"Can I read some?" Sherlock asked, grabbing his laptop and searching 'John Watson Blog' into google.

Half an hour later, Sherlock had read five of the eight cases on the blog. "you're going to have to come on more cases with me, John. These are amazing! You are a truly gifted writer." He praised.

John blushed. "Thank you, darling. It means a lot." He smiled, kissing Sherlocks cheek.

"So what are we doing today?" Sherlock asked.

"Get dressed, something warm and easy to move about in." John hinted. Sherlock frowned. "Don't try and deduce where we're going, it'll ruin the surprise." John said as he walked out the door to get dressed.

"I don't try!" Sherlock shouted after him. "It just... Happens." He called, John smirked.

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Sherlock came out in his sweatshirt from Mary, his scarf from Greg and a blue 'Police Box' hat. John smiled as they ran to get the bus. "Please tell me where we're going." Sherlock whined, out of breath. "I really don't like not knowing."

"You'll see." John said with a knowing smile. Sherlock scowled. "Put your scarf over your eyes." John said, adjusting his boyfriends hat.

"No!" Sherlock practically wailed. John giggled at the surprised faces of all the elderly people on the bus. Even Sherlock smiled at their disapproving faces.

When they arrived, it was Sherlock who noticed Lestrade, Molly, Mary and Irene from outside the ice skating arena. Sherlock looked to John, the smile growing on his face until he couldn't see out his eyes.

"Ice skating?" Sherlock asked, beaming. John nodded, taking Sherlocks gloved hand in his and walking quickly towards the building. John had never seen him so exited. He couldn't help but kiss his thin cheek. He was adorable.

"Ever been before?" John asked. Sherlock shook his head eagerly pulling on John's hand to make him walk faster. "Slow down! These are stubby hobbit legs." John laughed, gesturing to his short legs. "Plus I'm carrying three." He reminded him.

"Use your magical hobbit powers to zoom up this hill then!" Sherlock sighed impatiently.

"Did you even read the hobbit?" John laughed.

"Dull." Sherlock simply responded. John rolled his eyes.

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As they finally got to their friends, Sherlock's excitement turned to nerves. "What if I fall? What if I embarrass myself?" Sherlock muttered to himself as they approached the hut where you could hire skates.

"Hi Sherlock!" Molly said, her usual smile on her pretty face. "If you're as good at this as you are at dancing then..."

"You dance?" John asked, his face a mischievous grin.

"Not rea..." Sherlock began.

"Oh my gosh he's amazing! Ballet, he taught me loads of stuff! He never told you?" Molly finished.

"No." John smirked. Oh the hours of fun he could have with this new information.

"The more you know." Sherlock said, dragging John up to the skate hire.

Sherlock stepped onto the ice and at once fell flat on his face. Making John giggle as he helped him up. "Long strides, Sherlock." He said. Greg stepped onto the ice and wobbled, but stayed on his feet. Molly, on the other hand, glided on gracefully, taking a similarly graceful Irene by the hand. She could jump and go backwards as Greg and Mary watched as they stumbled along, enviously.

"They're good." John commented, holding Sherlocks hand. Sherlock grunted.

"I'm better." He said, letting go of his John's hand and picking up pace. John watched in awe as Sherlock jumped and spun around three times before landing. Everyone on the rink watched, amazed and Sherlock slowly skated back to John and resumed the normal holding hands stance. John was gobsmacked.

"Damn..." John said, his eyebrows raised. "I thought you'd never been before." He felt a little disappointed, though he could not figure out why.

"I haven't." Sherlock said. "It's like slippery dancing." John giggled at this.

"What's with that as well?" John asked, his brow furrowed. "You never told me about the ballet."

Sherlock blushed a snowy crimson. "It's not important." He said, making John glide faster, pulling on his hand.

"Yeah, yeah it is!" John said. "You need to teach me." He giggled. Sherlock looked confused. Then he smiled. He spun John around so they were face to to face, John moving backwards. "You don't seem to realise how sexy this is." John said, pressing his head against Sherlocks chest. Sherlock smiled weakly.

An attractive looking guy, dark brown hair, inquisitive dark eyes, what most girls would describe as 'hot', appeared out of no where, knocking Sherlock to his feet, John landing next to them, both laughing hysterically. Sherlock got up and offered his hand to John, but found the dark man had already done so. Sherlock frowned as John looked up to the man with a kindly smile on his face. "Sorry mate!" The man said with an Australian accent. "Hey, you're John Watson aren't you! I'm in love with your blog! The names Alex." He said, pulling John gently to his feet. Sherlock raised his eyebrows.

"Thanks Alex." John said, going in for a handshake and being pulled into a hug. Sherlock's eyes bulged out of his head. Did this guy...? Did he just...? What?

"You must be Sherlock!" Alex turned to Sherlock with a smile, that decreased when he saw the irritated look on Sherlocks face. Sherlock nodded once. "Oh, cool. Your very talented." Alex said dryly. He turned back to John. "Have my number." He said, John looked at him, confused. "No! No, nothing like that." Sherlock looked at the man with pure hatred in his eyes. Sensing this, Alex smiled once more at John and merely said, "I'll be in touch." Very quietly, so as Sherlock couldn't hear. He skated away with a wink.

"What just happened?" John asked. Sherlock took a button off his sleeve and threw it at the floor, it skidded under Alex's skate, causing him to slip and hit his head. "Sherlock!" John said, half giggling.

"What a dick." Sherlock said, bitterly.

"Maybe he didn't know I was with you." John suggested. Sherlock laughed coldly. "Okay! Okay you don't have to go all super deducer on me." John said, taking his boyfriends hand and beginning to skate again.

"It's not anything complex. It's just YOU'RE ALMOST SIX MONTHS PREGNANT AND I DON'T KNOW THE WAY I WAS HOLDING YOU WHEN HE KNOCKED US OVER." Sherlock said loudly.

"Calm." John said, squeezing his Sherlocks hand. "Calm down, he's a loser." John said. Alex wasn't a loser though. He seemed like an interesting guy to John. Not a possible love interest at all; maybe a friend.

"Don't." Sherlock winced. "Don't lie to me. I know you want to talk to him."

"No, I don't." John insisted. Which was true, at that moment, all he wanted to do was hold Sherlock in his arms. His wish came true as they stumbled over the button Sherlock hand thrown. Landing on all fours, the boys laughed as they sat on the ice, people whizzing past. Sherlock crawled over to John. "Happy birthday." John said, placing his lips on Sherlocks, moving his hands from Sherlocks loose curls to his hips, kissing his boyfriend within an inch of his life.

"I'm happy." Sherlock announced, getting to his feet.

"You won't be if you don't get back down here and finish what I started." John threatened.

"Anything for the hobbit." Sherlock said, with a smile.

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A/N

WELL HELLO THERE DARLINGS. I just want to say a big thank you very much for 14K reads, it's honestly amazing to think all those people have bothered to stick with this book, SO THANKS!

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