Hello all. I just had to make a slight change to Chapter One: John's description. Just thought I'd throw this out there! Thank you so much for your reviews and follows etc. More to come!

Chapter 1

Elizabeth looked at her husband's chestnut colored hair. She grinned as she said, "Baby why did you cut your hair? It looked fine long." John Shaw ran his fingers through his cut hair. "It sort of bothered me. Why? Did you like it?" He smiled, showing perfect white teeth. His wife tossed her blonde hair and stepped up to her tall husband. He was about six feet tall, while she was only five - foot seven. John's blue eyes shined as the light form the sun splashed on his face. He was a handsome man in his thirties with a strong build. Elizabeth was a beautiful woman in her thirties as well. John was so much in love with his wife that he could not help just admiring his wife's beauty. Sometimes he would show deep affection for his wife. Elizabeth became flustered when her husband did this. She loved him deeply too, but sometimes she felt as if his attention was a little too much. Today was not one of those days. John held her close and she wrapped her slender arms around his neck. Then she said, "I love your hair cut. But I like better longer." John smiled again and whispered in her ear, "I'll keep that in mind." Then he kissed her lightly on the lips. She looked at him once he stopped. "What was that?" she asked, touching his face gently. "That" John said, "was a little medicine from the doctor. I know that my kiss is the best medicine for your loneliness." This was true. Even though John didn't have a job, (he was the richest man this side of Richmond) he still went on business trips. And they were usually from two to seven days long. Elizabeth smiled at her tall husband. "Thank you John. I do enjoy your kisses and hugs." She leaned on his chest and sighed. "I missed you so much Elizabeth." John said, stroking her long, blond hair. "I don' t think that I could ever live without you." Elizabeth looked up at him and said,"I can't argue with that. I want to grow old with you too. Besides, I do believe I see a little bit of gray in your hair." The woman laughed. John scoffed. "Are you trying to say that I'm beginning to look old ?" He said, a soft smile playing on his lips. Elizabeth walked over to the love seat and sat down. "John, we both know that we will get old." she said with a grin. "Even though I may get old, you will always be my beautiful, beloved, and young wife." He said seriously. Elizabeth blushed. Now she began to feel as if his affection was too much. Of course, she enjoyed when her husband melted her heart with such words and affection, but for some reason now she began to feel as if it was too much. Oh why now Elizabeth? She thought to herself. John saw that his wife began to feel uncomfortable. "I'd better go finish a report in my office." He said, walking away."John wait," his bride began, but John kept walking. John really wasn't going to his office. He was going to his bedroom. He was very exhausted from his trip. As he climbed the steps to the second floor, he thought to himself: I don't know how to please my wife. I just want to let her know that I love her, but she doesn't seem to like it when I want to please her with my affection. Then he grew a bit irritated. Well, if she doesn't want my attention then she won't get any. Back in the parlor, Elizabeth was crying about what had happened just then. She didn't know why she felt uncomfortable when her husband gave her his attention. Why am I like this? she thought. I am a horrible wife to my husband! He just tries to show me his love for me when I push him away. He deserves better. I don't think I deserve him. She slowly began to climb the steps up to her room, sobbing all the while.


John couldn't stop thinking about his wife. She had been confusing him lately. Every time he tried to be with her, she pushed away. As he tried to push these thoughts away, he hadn't realized how tired he was. His head was throbbing as he thought about the conflicts that had happened. He began to feel hot when he entered the room. John stumbled over his own shoes. Everything was spinning. He made an attempt to reach for a nearby table, but his hand was trembling so violently, his hand slipped on the edge. John fell, hitting his right temple hard against the edge of the table. Thus, he landed roughly on the floor, losing all sense of conciseness.