Chapter Seven
Alexa's POV
"Hey! Hey! Get out of there!" I said, shooing Thomas off the counter as I washed dishes. Thomas gave an annoyed meow and jumped off the counter just as there was a knock on the door. Drying my hands off on the towel next to me, I went to answer the door. Opening it, I smiled brightly at John on the other side. "Just in time. Dinner'll be done in about two minutes." I told him, ushering him inside. "Whatever it is, it smells wonderful." he said. "It should. It's my great grandmother's famous lasagna recipe." I laughed.
"Anything I can help with?" he asked, sliding his jacket off. "Nope! I just finished the dishes and all I have to do is take the lasagna out of the oven." I said and the oven beeped to tell me the timer was done. "Actually, I might need a little help getting it out of the oven." I said as we walked into the kitchen. "No problem." he said and I handed him the oven mitts. John got the dish out of the oven and placed it on the counter. "You're not allergic to any pork products are you?" I asked, hoping he said no.
"Not that I'm aware of." he chuckled. "Good because there's a reason it was my great grandmother's special recipe. My great grandfather was allergic to beef products, so she revised the recipe to be made with only pork products." I explained and he nodded in understanding. "Sounds interesting and delicious." he said. "Well, I hope so. It's been years since I've made it." I said a little sheepishly. "I'm sure it'll be wonderful." he reassured me and I smiled.
"Thank you for the flowers, by the way. The old ones haven't died yet, but the new ones look wonderful on my nightstand." I told him and he looked to me with a smile. "I like to pride myself in being a gentleman. Wouldn't want you to have dead roses in your kitchen, now would we?" he told me and I rolled my eyes while I got the dishes out of the cupboard. "Back to your old, cliché self." I chuckled and John came up to me and took the plates from. "You know you like it." he grinned.
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After dinner, we settled on the couch to watch a movie I'd never seen, but heard was pretty good. However, I only made it halfway through the movie before I ended up falling asleep. When I woke up a couple of hours later, I couldn't figure out why my couch felt so comfortable. Then I felt the couch move under me. Looking down, my eyes widened as I realized why the "couch" was so comfortable. John must have fallen asleep too and now I was using him as my person mattress.
I didn't want to move and wake him up, but if I was completely honest with myself, I didn't want to move because the position we were in was extremely comfortable. Somehow, we'd moved so that John was laying flat on the couch with me laying on top of him while I had my arms wrapped around his waist and my head was on his chest. I could feel his chest rise and fall steadily and, when I laid my head back on his chest, I could hear his heart beat. I felt the pair of arms that had been wrapped around my waist tighten a little and I fell back asleep, content in his arms.
When I woke up again, it was because someone was rubbing my back. With a groan, I buried my face further into John's chest, not wanting to wake up just yet. "Good morning." I heard him say a little groggily, his voice holding the grin that was sure to be on his face. "Not good. Still tired." I mumbled, feeling his chest shake a little with his chuckle. "No one said you had to get up yet." he said, his hands still rubbing my back. "Time?" I asked, not bothering to lift my head or open my eyes.
There was a short pause while John looked for the clock in the living room. "9:27." he told me and I groaned again. "Ugh. Things!" I whined, squeezing my eyes shut. "What?" he asked, clearly confused by my slight outburst. "I have to do things today and I really don't want to." I complained and John laughed. "It can't be that bad." he said and I laughed. "You obviously don't go grocery shopping very much." I said, propping my head up so I could look at him. "I'll go with you if you'd like." he offered and I smiled.
"I'd like that. You'd be much better conversation right now than Alyssa. She's terrible with questions after we've gone out." I chuckled and, I'm not sure why, but I ran my hand through his tousled hair. John smiled and sat, bringing me with him and causing me to be practically sitting in his lap. "I'll leave and let you clean up. I need a change of clothes as well." he said and I only nodded, feeling suddenly nervous about our new position. "Right. I wont take very long. Half an hour at the most." I said quickly, getting up as I felt a blush start to creep it's way onto my cheeks.
John smiled and stood up as well. "Then I'll see you in an hour." he told me and leaned down to give me a quick kiss. "Bye." I said, smiling when he pulled away.
Once John was gone, I took a shower and got ready for my day. Just as I was getting my first cup of coffee, Thomas jumped onto the counter and rubbed up against my side. "Morning." I said, scratching him behind the ear. He purred in response and meowed. He continued rubbing against me and I laughed. "Are you jealous?" I asked and Thomas pushed further into my hand. "You are! You're jealous because I fell asleep with John instead of you." I laughed and placed my coffee cup on the counter before picking him up off the counter and cradling him in my arms.
"You don't need to worry, Thomas. I'm not replacing you." I told him, pressing my forehead to his. Thomas purred and rubbed his head against mine.
A/N: I hope you like this chapter and please don't forget to review!
