Her Child, My Child

~Chapter Two~

I closed the door of my house, letting out a sigh of relief as I leaned my head back against the front door. The smell of fresh lemons hit me almost immediately. A smile went onto my face as I let my jacket slip off my shoulders.

"Mm.. John? I'm home!" I called out for my husband, hanging my jacket onto the coat rack.

"Kitchen!" He called back. I took another whiff of the citrus-scented air. I took a few steps forward, muttering to myself. As I made it into the kitchen, I immediately turned my attention to the juicer. Fresh lemons are cut up, sitting beside the juicer.

My smile grew wider as I let my hands rest on the counter. I suddenly felt arms begin to slowly wrap around me. "Hm.." I heard him hum. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back onto his shoulder. "Your hair smells like flowers," he joked.

I rolled my eyes. "Shut up.." I groaned with a small giggle, turning around to face him. With his arms still around my waist, I looked into his eyes, then move my hair off my forehead. "Long day," I simply said, slipping out of his arms and beginning to walk off to the bedroom.

I stepped into the bedroom only to hear his footsteps following behind. I rolled my eyes, smiling. I turned my head to look at him. "John.. I need to shower, I'll be out in time for dinner," I giggled, watching as his eyes wandered around the room.

"Shower? At 7:00?" He chuckled, leaning against the door frame.

I bit my lip, nodding. "Yes. I'll be out in ten," I laughed, gathering clothes. I walked over to him, gave him a small, gentle kiss, then made my way into the bathroom.

I stood completely still in the shower, staring at the wall as I let the warm water run through my hair, and down my back and shoulders. My breathing was a bit heavy. Something wasn't right. I shook my head, beginning to wash my body.

After I finished washing my body, I began to lather shampoo into my hair, letting my gaze direct upwards, towards the ceiling. I let my eyes close, beginning to rinse the soap out of my hair. As my eyes were closed, I heard nothing. Just plain silence.

I finished up my shower and stepped out. I wrapped my hair up in a towel and slid on my robe. I hummed a little, stepping out of the bathroom. Immediately, something seemed off.

"..John?" I called out, noticing he wasn't in the bedroom where he was when I jumped into the shower.

No response.

I called out for him again, my heart beginning to race. I quickly rushed out of the bedroom, but froze when I saw him, standing at the kitchen in a nice suit, candles in the center of a beautiful dinner that was set out neatly onto the dining room table. My hands came up to my mouth, letting them curl around my lips in shock. "Babe.." I said, breathless in surprise.

He shushed me, pulling my chair out. "Take a seat, hon. You deserve a nice dinner for once."

With the roll of my eyes, I took a seat and scooted myself forwards. "Johnny, you didn't have to do this.." I muttered, feeling my face turn red. I had just realized I was still in a bathrobe. 

I quickly stood up, but immediately felt John's hands on my shoulders. "Sit down.. It's okay," he whispered into my ear. Closing my eyes, I sat back down.

"What's with the sudden dinner, John?" I inquired, curious as I stared at the fascinating meal in front of me.

"I felt like you needed a break."

"A break? John, I'm fine. It's just.. Exhausting after a while."

"My point exactly," he began, starting to make my plate. "You're overworking yourself. You need a break, Symphony, and I'm serious."