Okay so this is another John Shaw based story. Basicly we start in the middle of an arguement between John and Elizabeth. The two have been married for 2 years now, and lately they've been having issues.
John Shaw paced up and down the parlor in frustration. "John Gregory Shaw! Would you please stop pacing and look at me?!" Elizabeth Shaw said in annoyance. John stopped and stared at his wife. "Liz, I'm sorry! I had to go! There was no other option!" "Yes, there WAS! You could have postponed the trip until AFTER her birthday. It's not the first time something like this happens too." John groaned. It was true. The trip HAD indeed been important, but it could have waited. Elizabeth shook her head and walked away. John sighed as he looked after her. This was not what he wanted. But he let it go. After all, he didn't want to anger his wife even more. He sighed and went up to his room. As John climbed the steps, he wined. Great. Another pounding headache. He had been getting all sorts of headaches of late, and they usually lasted an entire week.
When he finally got to his room, he took off his shoes, coat and necktie. Without bothering with the rest of his clothes, he lay in his bed. Another groan escaped his lips. John closed his eyes. His headache was still there, but he felt more relaxed. Elizabeth came in about a minute later, and when she entered the room, she saw John Shaw with his arm covering his eyes. Elizabeth sighed and walked into the bathroom to get ready for bed.
When she came out, John was still in the same position. Liz lay next to him, turning on her side to face her husband. "John?" She questioned. John quickly turned to her and said, "Darling I'm sorry. I know, I should have waited, I just got impatient. " Elizabeth saw the regret in his eyes and smiled at him softly. Grabbing his hand, she said, "I appreciate that, love. But you know who really needs your apologies is your little blue eyes." John winced. "Oh, Liz, do you think she'll forgive me?" "Maybe not at first, but eventually. " His wife said. John groaned, knowing she was right. Elizabeth squeezed his hand, turned to turn off the oil lamp and turned back to her husband. She gave him a kiss on his cheek and rested her head on his chest. John kissed her forehead and whispered, "Good night, my beautiful." Elizabeth blushed and whispered back, "Good night handsome."