𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝔸 𝕎𝕆ℝ𝔻 ～ 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘔𝘤𝘈𝘷𝘰𝘺

44 - [JM] Scrooch

S C R O O C H
verb [skrooch]

To crouch, squeeze, or huddle.

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"Relax okay? RELAX..." He bent down and whispered into your ear while you sat at your desk. He pressed your shoulders and upper back, making you shut your eyes.

"F-Fine... now go on already!" You pushed him off and smiled, "Let me work." He kissed on you cheek quickly then walked out of your office.

You shook your head and chuckled. Your husband peeked into the room and asked, "How long do I need to be with her again?"

You threw a paper ball at him and he gasped in exaggerated surprise. "Until I step out of this room baby!" You responded and he shrugged his shoulders.

Silence fell upon the room. You could finally focus with the peace and quiet and tranquillity... You hated it. You wanted to spend time with your husband and your four year old daughter but you had deadlines to meet and reports to collate since sales for the company you work at are rising.

You stretched your fingers and stared at the blank document opened on the screen of your computer monitor, ready to be filled with words and pictures of graphs and diagrams.

But you suddenly felt a wave of writer's block wash over your mind. You couldn't think of a single thing to type, you couldn't think of anything to start with.

You rested your forehead on your hand and sighed loudly. You picked up the cup of coffee from your table and listed it to your lips to take a sip but-

You grimaced, it was cold and you didn't fancy the taste of it at all.

You placed it back on top of the coaster and ran a hand through your hair, wanting to get up and warm the cup of coffee in the kitchen but simultaneously fearing that if you moved away form your computer you wouldn't be able to focus and get any work done.

You felt your eyes start to ache as you continued to stare at the glaring monitor in front of you. You rubbed them then rested your head on the desk. You shut your eyes for a moment then-

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2 hours later...

THUD!

You jerked awake, your face sweaty from being rested on top of your folded arms on the table.

You lifted your head slowly as you heard high pitched giggling, followed by feet scurrying across the wooden floor. You blinked your eyes a few times to wake up yourself then sat up straight.

"What's-"

"Mama?" You heard your baby girl call out to you ask she walked to the table. She smiled at you widely and you returned the expression tiredly.

"[y/d/n]? Where are you my love?" James asked loudly, followed by loud flip-flop footsteps. Your daughter hurried towards you and hid under the table where your legs were tucked inside.