297.COUNTING** On You

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This is crap lol sorry
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Sherlock stepped out of the store and sighed, taking out his phone and clicking on his husband's contact. He smiled a little as he saw the picture and sent a text to him.

I have dinner, should be back home soon with it, I also have the groceries you asked for and the toys for Rosamund. I'll be there soon. SH

John responded a few minutes later.

Thank you for doing this. I'm cheating on you. ❤ JW

After reading this, Sherlock gasped. He reread the message a few times to make sure he understood that he really said that. He felt used. Did John add a heart? What was this?

What?! You're cheating on me?! I'm married to you! We're going to talk about this when we get home! SH

I can't believe this. I thought you were my true love. How did I not deduct it? SH

I feel horrible now. I don't even want to talk to you. You just ripped apart my entire world and put a heart after it. SH

OMG NO JW

COUNTING** JW

I MEANT TO SAY THAT I'M COUNTING ON YOU, I'm playing with Rosamund and she's distracting me. I must've clicked the wrong buttons and it autocorrected. There's NO need to freak out. I love you, and I love you more than anyone else. I would never be able to cheat on you. Come home so I can apologise correctly and hug you. I'm sorry. JW

Sherlock breathed a sigh of relief, his small panic attack was over. John was distracted and got autocorrected.

Oh thank gosh it was just an autocorrect. I don't know what I would do if you cheated on me. I love you so much. SH

I love you too. Come home, Dear. JW

Okay, John. SH

Sherlock smiled and took a cab home. When he got there, John kissed him and hugged him, and apologised. They made dinner and fed Rosamund, then went to sleep.

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