Disclaimer: Not mine.

A/N: Short little thing. Came to me while talking to friends (you know who you are).

"John?" She walked into the bathroom, hit with a wall of steam and the sound of John singing. "Oh boy," she said, for she knew there was no way he could hear her over the water and his singing.

"Well, what are we gonna tell you Mama? What are we gonna tell your Pa? What are we gonna tell our friends when they say 'Ooh la la?' Wake up, little Susie. Wake up, little Susie..."

She slid her arm past the shower curtain, and gripped the tap, turning it sharply to the left. He yelped, scrambling out of the shower and she laughed.

"What was that for?" he asked, grabbing for the towel.

"To teach you not to sing in the shower," she said, still laughing.

"Yeah, just you wait. I'll get you," he grumbled. "Just you wait."