Hee. Guess this wasn't a stand-alone after all.
What can I say? I got bored. And I just ended a thirty-chapter story. I needed something to do.
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"John?" I look around. He's nowhere in sight.
Two years now, and he still does this to me. Still.
Okay, in all honesty, I know I say that I hate the games he plays. And, sometimes I kind of do. But this one is different. The one where he pretends he's not here. It's about the oldest game on the planet and it's certainly not very creative. That's the part I hate. Because then I have a feeling he's watching me stand around like an idiot from some secret hiding place. And I'm the one looking for him, around the house while he just sits and watches me.
That's the part that drives me insane.
But there's still an upside to this "game." The part where he comes out from wherever and hugs me. He doesn't act so extremely immature and hide under the bed, or behind the sofa. In fact, he just walks around the corner casually and says -
"What?"
I laugh. That's the part I'm talking about. He hugs me tightly and I wriggle into his hold deeper, hoping that he'll hold me just forever. I still love the way we manage to stay like this. How many married couples are still this in love? It sounds conceited, doesn't it? But, it's true. I swear it's true.
His hands are warm around my waist as he stands behind me and sighs. I smile, my eyes slowly closing as his heat absorbs me silently. I reach up and unwrap his arms from my torso, as I open my eyes again to meet his. I hold his hands when I turn around and he kisses me.
"I hate when you do that," I whisper against his mouth. He initiates another kiss and I gladly follow.
"No you don't," he chuckles quietly. His hands wrap around my fingers and I laugh at his response.
I shrug then and fall against him. He breathes against my hair and kisses it three times. Another thing I've enjoyed coming from him. I play with the tail of his hair as he caresses my thighs. He and I both know that one word changes the mood between us.
So we have to speak.
"Did you," he begins, gesturing with his hands, darting toward another room, "you know - "
I nod anxiously, my face oddly changing into a different smile. "Yeah. I did."
He nods, so I follow, unsure of what else I am supposed to do. We look at each other, focusing on the other's eyes, until he puts out a hand for me to take. I smile wearily and proudly put my hand in his. I walk to the couch with him as he leads me. He sits down first, so I stand for a while and join him on the cushions.
"I'm so tired," I say, sliding slightly on the couch so I lay against his body. He shelters my shoulders with another warm arm. We have fallen asleep a million times in this same position. It's wonderful. And it's not that bad. Couches seem more comfortable if you're in your husband's arms anyway. Especially my husband.
"Me, too," he says. "Everyone missed you at work today."
"I'm sure," I laugh as he begins to soothe my mass of auburn hair again. Those unruly curls that I've made up every morning for the last week. It's just easier that way.
"My little nurse manager."
"Ugh," I giggle. "Don't even remind me." I spot his hand lying in his lap and move it to his knee. His hand is much bigger than mine, I've noticed. His fingers are more rough, more manly as the story goes, and I can't help but find myself playing with them at least once a day.
He kisses my temples and moves back to watching me and his hand. "Normally people are happy about promotions."
I shrug. "It's different when you're a nurse. Doctor's take pride in being the attending resident, but me as a nurse manager? I'm just not for that ick responsibility."
"Ick responsibility?"
I nod comically and snuggle even closer to him.
He shrugs. "As long as I'm at County, there won't be much of an attending position open for me."
"I'm sure there will be one day."
He looks down at me and kisses me again. I leave his hand alone, his fingers dropping from being laced through mine and I hook my arms around his neck. He eases me down onto the couch and nibbles on my neck. I murmur in pure delight and my eyes close again.
"Hmm?" he asks against me, mistaking my mumbles for a question. I wave my hand, scaring away any more noise between us. He nods and continues to assault my skin gently with soft lips. I can't focus on anything. Just his skin making contact with mine. How is it that its warm, and cold in here at the same time? I shake it off and realize that my eyes are still shut. I don't let them open for another full minute.
"How long have we been sitting here?" he asks, his voice muffled in my hair.
I shrug loosely. "I don't know." I barely want to talk right now.
He pulls away slightly, kissing my jaw numerous times. I laugh breathlessly and tug at the bottom of his shirt. I slip my hands under it and run them over his back.
"We aren't really going to do this here are we?" he asks between kisses.
"No, of course not." I manage to pick myself up slightly and kiss him back for once. He chuckles to himself and tells me he loves me. I repeat this to him and he kisses me once more.
"Go," he says. It's simple, but still a shiver ensues.
"Right now?"
He nods. "You go first, and - "
I shake my head nervously and giggle forwardly. "You first."
He starts to say something, but changes his mind. He nods, and stands. I am left there lying on the couch after another quick kiss, biting my thumb. I try not to think about anything for a second, to see if I possibly calm down.
I notice a piece of plastic wrapping on the ground and move to pick it up. Anything to distract me from thinking right now. After it's thrown away, I search the room for more mess or garbage. I find nothing.
The door opens and I whip around to see him walking toward me with a frown. I'm aware that I was wearing a smile myself, but it's dropped to a frown as well upon seeing his. I look at him and ask him what it is.
He stutters, "Um," and points to the door before sitting back down on the couch to watch television. I stare at him, wondering what he is doing, though I know what he saw. I feel the frown deeply printed into my mind now and go to the bathroom.
"Maybe next time" flashes through my mind. We've said it to each other enough. We thought perhaps it would be our turn this time. We've only been trying for a couple of months, though. Sadly, though, I walk to the bathroom and reach for the piece on the counter, and stop in my tracks when I come in sight of it.
I don't waste time. I run out of the bathroom leaving everything as it is in the bathroom. Surprisedly, I meet John standing in the hallway with a giant smile spread across his face. I smirk and leap into his arms.
"We're having a baby," he whispers.
"That wasn't funny," I say within our hug. I doubt he even heard me. I don't care. I can't feel the ground right now. I probably *am* floating.
"We're having a baby," he repeats.
I look up at him. "Yeah."
"Happy anniversary," he says, pushing a strand of hair away from my eyes. I cup his face in my hands and smile brilliantly, as he reaches down to kiss me again.
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There's another result of boredom.
mandy
What can I say? I got bored. And I just ended a thirty-chapter story. I needed something to do.
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"John?" I look around. He's nowhere in sight.
Two years now, and he still does this to me. Still.
Okay, in all honesty, I know I say that I hate the games he plays. And, sometimes I kind of do. But this one is different. The one where he pretends he's not here. It's about the oldest game on the planet and it's certainly not very creative. That's the part I hate. Because then I have a feeling he's watching me stand around like an idiot from some secret hiding place. And I'm the one looking for him, around the house while he just sits and watches me.
That's the part that drives me insane.
But there's still an upside to this "game." The part where he comes out from wherever and hugs me. He doesn't act so extremely immature and hide under the bed, or behind the sofa. In fact, he just walks around the corner casually and says -
"What?"
I laugh. That's the part I'm talking about. He hugs me tightly and I wriggle into his hold deeper, hoping that he'll hold me just forever. I still love the way we manage to stay like this. How many married couples are still this in love? It sounds conceited, doesn't it? But, it's true. I swear it's true.
His hands are warm around my waist as he stands behind me and sighs. I smile, my eyes slowly closing as his heat absorbs me silently. I reach up and unwrap his arms from my torso, as I open my eyes again to meet his. I hold his hands when I turn around and he kisses me.
"I hate when you do that," I whisper against his mouth. He initiates another kiss and I gladly follow.
"No you don't," he chuckles quietly. His hands wrap around my fingers and I laugh at his response.
I shrug then and fall against him. He breathes against my hair and kisses it three times. Another thing I've enjoyed coming from him. I play with the tail of his hair as he caresses my thighs. He and I both know that one word changes the mood between us.
So we have to speak.
"Did you," he begins, gesturing with his hands, darting toward another room, "you know - "
I nod anxiously, my face oddly changing into a different smile. "Yeah. I did."
He nods, so I follow, unsure of what else I am supposed to do. We look at each other, focusing on the other's eyes, until he puts out a hand for me to take. I smile wearily and proudly put my hand in his. I walk to the couch with him as he leads me. He sits down first, so I stand for a while and join him on the cushions.
"I'm so tired," I say, sliding slightly on the couch so I lay against his body. He shelters my shoulders with another warm arm. We have fallen asleep a million times in this same position. It's wonderful. And it's not that bad. Couches seem more comfortable if you're in your husband's arms anyway. Especially my husband.
"Me, too," he says. "Everyone missed you at work today."
"I'm sure," I laugh as he begins to soothe my mass of auburn hair again. Those unruly curls that I've made up every morning for the last week. It's just easier that way.
"My little nurse manager."
"Ugh," I giggle. "Don't even remind me." I spot his hand lying in his lap and move it to his knee. His hand is much bigger than mine, I've noticed. His fingers are more rough, more manly as the story goes, and I can't help but find myself playing with them at least once a day.
He kisses my temples and moves back to watching me and his hand. "Normally people are happy about promotions."
I shrug. "It's different when you're a nurse. Doctor's take pride in being the attending resident, but me as a nurse manager? I'm just not for that ick responsibility."
"Ick responsibility?"
I nod comically and snuggle even closer to him.
He shrugs. "As long as I'm at County, there won't be much of an attending position open for me."
"I'm sure there will be one day."
He looks down at me and kisses me again. I leave his hand alone, his fingers dropping from being laced through mine and I hook my arms around his neck. He eases me down onto the couch and nibbles on my neck. I murmur in pure delight and my eyes close again.
"Hmm?" he asks against me, mistaking my mumbles for a question. I wave my hand, scaring away any more noise between us. He nods and continues to assault my skin gently with soft lips. I can't focus on anything. Just his skin making contact with mine. How is it that its warm, and cold in here at the same time? I shake it off and realize that my eyes are still shut. I don't let them open for another full minute.
"How long have we been sitting here?" he asks, his voice muffled in my hair.
I shrug loosely. "I don't know." I barely want to talk right now.
He pulls away slightly, kissing my jaw numerous times. I laugh breathlessly and tug at the bottom of his shirt. I slip my hands under it and run them over his back.
"We aren't really going to do this here are we?" he asks between kisses.
"No, of course not." I manage to pick myself up slightly and kiss him back for once. He chuckles to himself and tells me he loves me. I repeat this to him and he kisses me once more.
"Go," he says. It's simple, but still a shiver ensues.
"Right now?"
He nods. "You go first, and - "
I shake my head nervously and giggle forwardly. "You first."
He starts to say something, but changes his mind. He nods, and stands. I am left there lying on the couch after another quick kiss, biting my thumb. I try not to think about anything for a second, to see if I possibly calm down.
I notice a piece of plastic wrapping on the ground and move to pick it up. Anything to distract me from thinking right now. After it's thrown away, I search the room for more mess or garbage. I find nothing.
The door opens and I whip around to see him walking toward me with a frown. I'm aware that I was wearing a smile myself, but it's dropped to a frown as well upon seeing his. I look at him and ask him what it is.
He stutters, "Um," and points to the door before sitting back down on the couch to watch television. I stare at him, wondering what he is doing, though I know what he saw. I feel the frown deeply printed into my mind now and go to the bathroom.
"Maybe next time" flashes through my mind. We've said it to each other enough. We thought perhaps it would be our turn this time. We've only been trying for a couple of months, though. Sadly, though, I walk to the bathroom and reach for the piece on the counter, and stop in my tracks when I come in sight of it.
I don't waste time. I run out of the bathroom leaving everything as it is in the bathroom. Surprisedly, I meet John standing in the hallway with a giant smile spread across his face. I smirk and leap into his arms.
"We're having a baby," he whispers.
"That wasn't funny," I say within our hug. I doubt he even heard me. I don't care. I can't feel the ground right now. I probably *am* floating.
"We're having a baby," he repeats.
I look up at him. "Yeah."
"Happy anniversary," he says, pushing a strand of hair away from my eyes. I cup his face in my hands and smile brilliantly, as he reaches down to kiss me again.
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There's another result of boredom.
mandy