I WILL ALWAYS COME HOME TO YOU

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Hey, so this is my first John imagine, hope you like! Comment any suggestions, and most of all enjoy! Cheers x

It was late. The darkness on the night fell upon the streets of Small Heath. It was quiet but not silent as you know all to well that the town of Small Heath never sleeps.

The curtains were drawn and swayed in the evening wind. It traveled to you, sitting silently, in your silk nightdress, on yours and your husband Johns shared bed. Yet at that moment he was not there to share it with you. The cool breeze brushed your bare shoulder, and lightly pushed strands of hair about your face.

It was late and your John had not yet returned home. You never used to get this paranoid, but as the years went on, and the jobs got harder you couldn't help yourself worrying about his safety.

When he left that morning you had made him promise that he would be back by midnight, but as you currently stared at the clock on your wall ticking away in the darkness, you could make out that it was about 1:30 in the morning. And he was not back!

You were not mad. You didn't have room to feel mad; besides he can't control how long the jobs take, but as the clock continued to tick and you heard no commotion of his arrival, you couldn't help but continue to worry.

When 2:00am rolled around, you decided that you couldn't stay any longer in that room aimlessly staring at the wall, praying that John would coming into the room that same second. You decided to go downstairs, to make a tea and sit on the sofa reading in attempt to take your mind off your panic.

You cradled the hot cup of tea in your hands close to your face as you let the steam swirl around your face, heating up your cheeks. This comforted you, relaxing you a bit. Once you finish it, you cuddled into the sofa to start to read. It took a while to focus on the words and not the thought of John not coming home, but you started to read. After a short time however, you had completely passed out with the book sitting of your chest, and your leg dangling off the sofa.

Soon after, the faint click of an unlocked door could be heard through the house, followed by the light steps of dress shoes hitting the cold wooden floor, and the shift of a jacket crinkling and thrown on a chair.

As he was about to walk through the hall to the stairs, the gorgeous figure of your body caught Johns eyes causing him to slow to a halt. John chuckled lightly admiring you laying on the sofa with one leg hanging off and your luscious hair splayed perfectly about your head and shoulders. John stood there for a good five minutes with love filled eyes watching you in you dream swept state, watching your chest rise and fall, and the subtle movements you did in your sleep.

John knew he loves you with all his heart, he knew it since the first time he met you, but he couldn't help think that every time he saw you that he fell deeper and deeper in love.

His thoughts were interrupted when he saw your body start to stir, and your eyes flutter open. John stepped forward, and kneeled before your placing his hands on your face while quietly whispering "hey" "it's me" over until you came to your senses and so to not frighten you.

"Hey" you croaked tiredly "your late".

"I know baby, im sorry. I got held up" he whispered lightly to you. He started to kiss your cheek lightly making you hum.

"I was scared you were not going to come home to me" you said slightly embarrassed by your child like emotions. Being part of the peaky blinders was tough, especially on John, and you knew what you had signed up for, but you loved this man with all your heart you didn't not know what you would do without him.

He pulled back from  you and took your hands in his, rubbing circles on them to calm you down "Y/n, listen to me ok" John spoke softly but had a strong tone of voice "I will always come home to you, you hear me? I am not going anywhere". He spoke with such honesty that you melted in his touch and he continued to kiss his cheek.

It was then when you noticed the blood splatters that littered Johns shirt.

"Is that yours?" You asked pushing him back lightly while pointing towards the blood.

"No... not mine." He said not meeting your eyes. He gets like this after bad things going down, he felt guilty and so could not look at you properly, even though you told him countless times that you didn't care for you two had killed people before and it is just the nature of your job.

"Hey look at me John" you whispered while putting each had on either cheek, pulling him in for a short kiss. "As long as you are alright, that's all I care about!"

He nodded, meeting your eyes this time. He smiles at you sweetly, tucking a stand of hair behind your ear, but then got distracted and started to smirk at your attire.

"You look good" he cooed. You blushed and pulled him in for a longer kiss this time. His soft lips moulding perfectly with yours and, his hands started to roam your body. Suddenly he picked you up, bridal style, never breaking the kiss, and started to walk towards the stairs. You laughed pulling always, and admired his face, his beauty, his deep blue eyes, but little did you know he was doing the same. Taking in all of you as if it was the last time he could look at you.

Placing you on the bed he got out of his clothes and joined you in bed, kissing along your jaw line, making his way back to your lips.

"I'm sorry I was late love" he said with a guilty expression.

"No don't be. I understand. Besides you are here now and that's all that matters!" You said stroking your hand through his hair.

"I love you you know." He said with a smile.

"I love you too" you chuckled.

You two lay there admiring each other's beauty, and loving being in each other's presence. You knew this wouldn't be the last time he was home late, you knew that you would continue to worry for his safety and him for yours, but you also knew that you would be ok, because your love would transcend, and it's power would keep you together forever. But for know you would live in the moment, lying in bed curled into each other protected by your love.

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