A/N: Ok, so apparently I've majorly slacked off on posting one-shots here, so I'm rectifying that. I wrote this back in the summer and is pure fluff. Ya'll enjoy! Until next time--PCGirl.
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Disclaimer: John and Natalie are property of ABC/Disney--I'm just borrowing them for my own personal enjoyment.
John walked carefully into the room and took a look at Natalie—she'd been curled up on the couch for the last hour and a half watching a movie, and now as the credits rolled she had grabbed his leather jacket and had it covering her body and in her hand she held a wadded up Kleenex. She looked up at him and he could see the tear stains still on her face and couldn't help but smile.
"Shut up," she said as she sniffled and wiped her nose again.
"What?" he grinned as he sat down next to her.
"You were going to make some stupid remark about me crying while watching the end of the movie. Well let me tell you—there would be something wrong with me if I didn't cry."
"I just don't understand chick flicks, that's all."
"That's why they are called chick flicks John—not guy flicks. Guys don't cry at movies."
"I cried when I watched Old Yeller once," he said knowing that comment would receive a quick kick in the side of the leg. "Oww—that hurt."
"You'll live," she said giving him a sideways glance and then burrowing into his jacket some more.
John stared at her a moment, pushing her hair out of her face before making her turn to look at him, "I just don't get why you—the strongest and bravest woman I know would cry over some sappy little movie. Other women I would chock it off to their personality—but not you."
Natalie couldn't help but smile at hearing the way he described her but then gave a shrug, "Maybe it's because of all I've been through—having a rough childhood, losing people I love, getting into dangerous situations—it just makes me thankful for what I have now," she said as John removed the jacket and took her in his arms. He felt her sigh as she relaxed into his hold, his hand resting on her bulging stomach, "Or I guess it could just be my raging hormones."
