"Okay." Well, Sherlock certainly wasn't going to complain about that. If John was content where he was, then that was fine with him as well.

Sherlock made tiny little circles around John's belly with one hand, and traced letters of love and adoration on the skin of John's arm through his shirt with the other.

"If you fall asleep, I'll wake you when it's time." He said, his voice a soft whisper. "I love you, John Watson, with my entire being."