You Should've Seen This Coming

Chapter 1: Keep A Secret

Jo's POV

Tired, that's what I'm feeling.

I wake up and look around, the surroundings comforting me from the dreams I was having. They consisted of not so mundane jobs and people continuously shooting at me. It was a fun time that lead to a splintering headache.

I feel the side of the bed and notice Hero isn't there.  I look over at the clock and see that it's 8:25. That's odd, he doesn't have to leave for work for at least another twenty minutes. The bed is still warm though, so he must be in the kitchen. I get out of bed and make my way to the bathroom before opening my medicine cabinet. I grab the tynoel and take one, hoping my headache will go away soon.

  I grab one of Hero's hoodies and make my way downstairs, putting it on as I descend on the staircase. "Hero?" I say rather loudly, hoping he can here me from where ever he is.

  "I'm in the kitchen babe!" He yells back and I smile, making my way to the kitchen. He's wearing his usual dress shirt, tie, and dress pants with his jacket hanging over one of the bar stools that are for the island. He comes over and kisses me softly, leaving a smile on my face. "You slept late today," he says and I laugh a bit.

  "Yeah, I did," I don't know what else to say to that, being that it's just a statement. "You should've seen how confused I was when I woke up," I say softly and he pulls me closer, kissing my head as he starts to make me some bacon.

  "I mean you're always up before me so it makes sense," he says as the bacon starts to sizzle on the pan. "So..." he says, trailing off a bit. I move around from his grasp and go to the fridge, looking for something to drink that's not water or apple juice. "Derek called me for a meeting today," he says and taps my shoulder, handing me a glass of orange juice. I smile, taking it from him.

  "That's a good thing, right?" I ask, I never really understood the politics that go on around here so I can't tell if anything is good or not. I sip my drink as I await an answer, but the long silence is telling me otherwise.

  "It could be," he finally says and I go to the barstool his jacket isn't on and sit on it. "He could also be firing me so there's that," he mumbles and I shake my head.

  "He's not gonna fire you. You're too good to be fired," I say and he chuckles slightly.

  "I hope so," he says, plating the bacon for me and putting it in front of me. "Are you going into work today?" He asks me a bit softly and I look down at the plate in front of me.

  "I have another two days of suspension..." I trail off and he reaches over the island to have me look at him. "It's the dumbest suspension ever, I was literally just doing my job," I say and he smiles at me.

  "Maybe you're just too good at your job," he jokes and I roll my eyes. "It's only two more days, it's not torture," he says and I laugh.

  "It feels like it; if I go out everyone judges me. Like so what I got suspended? You don't do anything with your life," I rant a bit, making him laugh.

  "Eat your bacon, it's gonna get cold," he says and I nod. He comes over to me and kisses me softly. I don't ever wants to let go of him, he's mine. "I'll see you when I get home," he says against my lips and I nod, kissing him one last time before he pulls away. He takes his jacket from the chair, keys from the bowl, and briefcase from the side table before closing the door.

Suddenly I'm left in deafening silence.

  I finish my breakfast before washing the dishes from yesterday and this morning. I dry them with a hand towel and start thinking of things to do. I could go to the store and go grocery shopping, but something tells me I should go into my art studio and paint. Before I can think, my feet are leading me to the studio.