(ALEX's Point-of-View)
I stood up, stretched, and dressed into my home clothes (in-house clothes, but not pajamas). John woke up a few minutes later, wandering into the kitchen, yawning.
"Good morning, John!" I chirp.
"Good morning, Alex," John mumbles sleepily, putting his arms over my shoulders, hugging me from behind.
"You look so nice dressed like that," John murmurs.
"Are you saying I don't always look nice, Jackie?" I challenge, smiling as I pour pancake batter onto the pan.
"Are you making pancakes? You can't cook." John remarks.
"Sure I can. If I can argue the largest case in America, I can make pancakes." I challenge, as batter starts sizzling and flying up.
"Really? No you can't. Let me do it." John raises an eyebrow, watching the batter splatter everywhere.
I try determinedly to curb the splattering, with no success. I sigh tiredly, moving over to allow John to stand in front of the stove.
John smiles, stepping in front and readjusting the heat. He loves me, but knows I simply cannot cook.
I sink into a chair, sighing heavily. John smiles, finishing up the pancakes and turning the gas off. He brings the pancakes over to the table, sitting in my lap and locking me into a passionate kiss. I wrap my arms around John's waist, pulling him closer. It feels endless, and I'm starting to wish I don't have to breathe.
"Hey, good morning!" John and I break apart, shocked. Philip leans against the doorway to the kitchen.
Both of us blush deeply. Philip laughs. "You guys have been married for seven years, and my presence in your affections still makes you blush?"
"I can get John to blush without your help." I boast.
"Prove it." Philip challenges.
"Game on." I accept. "Hey Jackie…."
"Yes….." He mumbles.
"I love you and I could carry you to the bedroom right now." I whisper in his ear.
Sure enough, he blushes.
"See?" I brag to Philip.
Turning to John, I announce, "And then I could dump you on the floor, because you're so heavy."
For which I get a playful punch from John.
Philip clears his throat. "So, uh, what did you tell him to make him blush?" He stammers.
This makes me suspicious. "Why do you need to know?" I ask simply.
"Just curious if you were cheating." He rushes to cover up.
I tell him, and I swear I hear him mutter under his breath, "Well, I can't tell her that, can I?"
"Tell who what?
"Uh...nothing." He replies hastily.
So tada! That's the next chapter. Who could Philip be mumbling about? Find out in the next chapter. Next couple chapters might be quick, because I am having enough issues to while away my time writing. Please leave a review about who it could be, I love to see your predictions!