Chapter 9
John was still asleep when Elizabeth awoke. She smiled. Her husband's heartbeat underneath her ear was good to listen to. His countenance looked serious and protective. Liz stroked his hair and kissed him on the cheek. John moaned in complaint and tried to turn around, but Elizabeth held him down. "Why can't you let me sleep in peace wife? Please?" he asked, his eyes still closed. "I will if you stop moving and trying to turn around." she said, smiling. "Baby please, I'm exhausted. I'm in dire pain. I-" "Oh my poor baby!" She teased. "Well that's the last time I whisper sweet nothings in your ear at night." John said, eyes open and with a mischievous grin. "John Shaw!" his wife said, blushing and getting up. She went to get dressed. Without looking at him, she would have walked out the door if he hadn't stopped her. "What?" she asked, irritated. John looked slightly taken aback. "Why are you mad at me?" he asked. She just stared at him, and after a few moments, she left. John felt confused.
When John came down to join her for breakfast, she completely ignored him. John acted hurt. Every time she stared at him, she only saw pain from deep within in his sad, tired, dark diamond blue eyes. His right eye bared a scar. He did not look like the same John Shaw from several months ago. He had wondered what he had done wrong.
That night, as he lay in bed, he heard her crying in the next door. He got up and wandered to her room; their room. She was laying in bed with the lights off and crying. She was crying herself to sleep. John watched her, wondering what was wrong. He decided to wait after she fell asleep. Then, he would walk in and lay next to her. Of course, he looked at the consequences: Elizabeth would probably kick him out and slap him. John didn't care, nor did he have to wait long. Once he was sure she was fast asleep, he wandered in there, and lay next to her. She felt his warm body curl up next to her. She felt his chest press gently against her back. He lay his cheek on hers, and held her in a way that told Liz that he didn't want to leave her side. To his surprise, she turned and buried her face in his chest. He kissed her and moaned, "I love you, my beloved. You are the girl of my eyes. You stole my heart." Elizabeth said nothing but moved closer. She felt her husband's protective nature. And she loved it. "Baby, I'm sorry, I just-" "Shhh, it's okay, you need not cry. I forgive you." He said, placing a finger on her red, ruby lips.