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Chapter 26

The things me and John do on a daily basis is to show each other love, to show our appreciation because I know about his wife that died.

She sounded like a nice woman, I would have loved to meet her and yesterday I found John looking out the window, watching the people walk past our house with his eyes narrowed.

He looked stressed like someone is watching us and he is just being protective and keeping an eye out, since he arrived at my doorstep he has been hostile in a way.

When I'm not around, he hardens into somewhat killer but when I'm around, he softens and he tries his best not to hurt me, which I appreciate but why?

Even when we cuddle, I'd lay on top of him and he'd wrap his arms around me. I feel safe in his arms but he tries not to squeeze all my organs out, it may sound funny but you'd understand if you let him hug you.

"Hey, John. Honey?" I called from the kitchen but instead of his deep voice responding, I receive silence.

"John?" I called one more time and still nothing.

I had just finished breakfast and I set everything down. John likes freshly cut fruit with yogurt and juice for breakfast because I dong know, he told me.

I left the kitchen and went to the bedroom where I last left John.

I walked up the stairs, as I walked up the stairs, John's pit bull joins me. Once I reached the top, I gently pet him.

I walked to our bedroom, the door slightly open but enough for me to see into it. I gently pushed it open and the pit bull runs in, running straight to John.

John was on the ground, doing push up's and he immediately stops, once he sees his dog run to him. He sits down on the ground, crossing his legs as his dog stops in front of him.

I stood by the door and he pet his dog, placing a small smile in his face, it warms my heart to see him smile, knowing he will be happy.

I walked to John and sat down next to him.

"Good boy" John says, speaking to his dog.

"Hey, breakfast is ready and I made your favorite, fresh cut fruit with yogurt and juice" I said, kissing his cheek.

"Your the best Y/N, thank you" He responds.

I lend my head on his shoulder and moved my hand down touching his hand slightly, then fully placing my hand on his. His hand was larger than mine and I look like a kid compared to John, he is so tall and I'm so short.

John took my hand and brought it to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on it, I felt his soft lips touch my skin. My cheeks began to heat up at his action as a gentle smile appeared on my face.

"Was I interpreting you?" I asked.

"What? No. I'm glad you came actually" He responds.

"How so?" I questioned, a bit confused.

"Because I know you love reading and I sorta want you to stay here" He says.

"Could you sit on my back while I do some morning workouts?" He asked as he looked at me.

His eyes were bright in the early morning sunshine as it really brings out every single detail about him, it makes his hair brighter as well as his eyes, his dark brown orbs become brighter, into somewhat relaxing when I look back into them.

It makes his lips look soft as it brings out the pinkish color, I placed my hand on his cheek, his beard tickles my hand, my lips parted slightly and John seemed to notice that.

He placed his thump on my bottom lip, caressing it a bit then placed his lips on mine as my eyes closed. The kiss was gentle as always, unless he really wants me.

I slowly broke myself away from the kiss and my eyes opened up away, feeling energy flow through me.

John gets into his push up position as I got onto his back and saw his tattoo. I dragged my finger over the black marking on his back, over the shoulder blades.

John lowers himself to the ground, his muscles tense and was seen visibly, adding shape to his arms.

I was deep in thought, thinking John and our future together. I know its clichè and what not but its a thing that always cross my head.

I always try to picture John as a father, I know about his job as the world's most deadliest man alive and all the things he has done, killing men, army's maybe and those men in the bar with a pencil. I mean who is able to kill 3 men with one pencil, probably without breaking the pencil.

A mischievous smirk appeared on my face as a idea popped into my head, I wrapped my legs around his waist as I leaned to the right, this caught John off guard as he lost balance.

John rolled into his right but he was careful not to roll over me but I was quick enough to pin him down so that I'm saddling his hips, trapped beneath me.

A smile appeared on his face, the sun hit his face, I examined his face and all his facial features were seen like those hidden freckles.