“John Hamish Watson. You have always been there for me, and I’m grateful for that. You’ve helped me solve impossible murders and stopped me from shooting walls. John, will you do me the honour of marrying me?” Sherlock pooped open the box.
John Looked at the ring, eyes full of tears, but his face soon dropped when he noticed whose ring it was. “Janine.”
“What?” Sherlock asked, looking slightly confused.
“That,” he pointed at the ring “Is the same ring you used to propose to Janine with.” John had a real look of hurt in his eyes.
“Well, I didn’t see the need to buy a new one? And it’s just a piece of metal to show we have engaged in a ceremony.” Sherlock didn’t really consider the fact that it was Janine’s ring before he presented it. “Why does it bother you so much?”
“Because at the moment Sherlock, I’ feeling like a second option that gets all the second hand stuff.” Johns temper was starting to rise.
Sherlock came up off one knee so he was standing in front of John. “I promise you I shall by you a new one, just please be my husband?”
John took a deep breath and node his head with a smile. Sherlock immediately hugged john, not something he did every day.
“Love you.”
“Love You too.”
End.