In this one you and John are newlyweds (you've been married for like 2 years)
Might be short
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One evening you sat in your armchair by the fire reading a novel, trying to keep your mind off of how late your husband John was. He should have been home over an hour ago, the machines had stopped and the mill had gone silent, and yet he still was absent from your lovely home.
Putting your worried thoughts aside (with much difficulty, as you loved John quite dearly), you sipped your tea and turned the page of your book.
Suddenly the front door clicked open, startling you, and you nearly dropped your book.
"(Y/n)?" your husband's voice called from the foyer.
"John!" You quickly set down your book on the side table next to your tea and rose from the armchair, smoothing your skirts.
"(Y/n), dearest," John continued, "don't come in here."
Your brow furrowed in confusion. "Why ever not, John? Are you ill, or hurt?"
"No..no, I just...I just need you to wait a moment.." he trailed off, leaving you quite suspicious of his behavior.
"John dear, I don't think-" A yap suddenly interrupted you, and you gave up on giving your husband his requested privacy, storming into the foyer.
"Darling, no!" he cried as he heard you approach, but you did not slow. Once you reached the doorway, you were met with the most endearing sight you'd seen in a long time.
John was attempting to tie one of your old hair ribbons around a brown puppy's neck, and the dog was putting up quite the fight.
"Oh, John!" you gasped, and he looked up with a grimace, which then turned to surprise as he saw your face beheld an expression of joy.
"It's so precious!" you giggled, and scooped up the little dog, allowing it to excitedly attempt to lick your face. "Wherever did you find it, my love?"
John stood, wiping his hands together. "A man said his dog had birthed a litter behind his shed, but he would not've been able to care for them, or afford to, even if he'd wanted to. He was going to drown them, but," John gently caressed your smooth cheek with his hand, "knowing your love for both animals and the helpless, I decided to rescue at least one."
You were beaming, holding back tears of joy and thankfulness. "Thank you, John," you murmured, and leaned forward to press your lips to his. "You are so sweet and thoughtful."
John's face flushed red a bit, catching you by surprise. You giggled at the sight of your husband still going pink from just a kiss, after 2 years of marriage. He instantly threw a half-hearted grumpy glare your way for laughing at him before smirking and kissing your cheek, whispering how much he loved you in your ear. With another dazzling smile and a pat on the puppy's head, he left to retire to the drawing room, where he would pore over his books and papers.
Yes, John may be a busy man, but he'll always find time for you.
