Hi guys, sorry for the lack of updates. I'm working on Pull The Trigger and YoUr LiTtLe QuIrKs still. I'm hoping to have those up soon. Well, enjoy this chapter, don't forget to review and favorite!
I'm awoken by John shutting the door. He walks over and sits by me. "Hey there sleepy head, how long you been home?" I set up slowly and look outside to see the sun had set, then at the clock. I shrug and lean over on him, still groggy from sleep. I sign "I got Casey the food you wanted. It's under the terrarium." My eyes shut again and pass back out, more tired than I intentionally thought I was. He gets up from beside me and slides his arms under my back and legs to pick me up. "Damn Dave, it's hard to do this." He chuckles and takes me to the bedroom and lays me on the bed. "Thank you, John" I sign half asleep. He slips off my shoes and sets them at the end of the bed before crawling up in the bed and cuddling next to me, kissing me lightly on the back of the neck before falling asleep himself.
I awake to the sun streaming onto my face from the window, I wriggle out of John's vice grip cuddle and make my way to the kitchen to start some breakfast for him before he goes to work. He works at the mall at one of the sunglasses kiosks. He can't work a better job because he had to drop out of high school to take care of his dad. He died not long after, he was diagnosed with stage 4 brain cancer and deteriorated fast. I felt so sorry for him. I helped him through the devastation of it and that's when we got together. We'd been best of Internet buds before so, I'd made a special trip to see him in Washington when his dad was in the hospital the first time. That's when I fell in love with him. He was the cutest dork I'd ever seen. His freckles were scattered over the sun-kissed skin of his face in all the cutest spots, his raven hair was a mess but still looked attractive on him. His glasses a bit too big for his face, which made him look even more like a dork, and his buck teeth when he smiled were the cutest thing ever!
We've been together for two years and I've recently noticed he's been working harder than ever, putting in more hours for something. He has something up his sleeve. I wish I knew what it was, just to pick his brain for it.
I walk to the fridge and grab the bacon from the drawer, the butter and eggs from the shelf. I walk back to the counter and start fixing the food. Nearly as soon as food hits the pan to cook John is up, wrapping his arms around my waist, kissing my neck. "Good morning, babe." He yawns and sits at the table to watch me cook, a normal occurrence in the Strider/Egbert household. He watches intensely to make sure I don't burn myself. The grease from the bacon pops on my hand and I hiss. He looks up from the morning paper and flies toward me. "Babe! Are you okay?" He grabs my hand and inspects it, one tiny red mark on the back of my hand near the knuckles. I nod quickly and he kisses the mark. I turn and sign to him "nothing like a tattoo" he chuckles and sits back down as I take out the last of the food out of the pan, setting it all on the table. "Smells good" he smiles and serves himself some food. He takes a big whiff before digging in. I watch as he does, slowly eating my own food. He looks up for a moment and I sign "you might want to slow down" He sighs and slows down to a normal pace. "But it's s'good." I roll my eyes at him and continue eating. I chuckle lightly as best as I can as I watch him scarf the food down. He finishes and sets his plate in the sink and walking over to me. He kisses my forehead and goes to change before he leaves for work. I finish eating and tell him good-bye, then walk to the kitchen to clean the mess up. Clean up took longer than usual due to me wanting to have something to do. It's the same thing nearly everyday, make breakfast and cleanup, shower, get dressed, sit around and do nothing until John gets home. When I finished my daily chores and after my shower, I watched tv as usual. I fell asleep on the couch, not a normal occurrence. I dreamt probably my favorite moment in life.