Fuck titles lmao

Slow.

That's how john liked spending his days. Slow, and quiet. Without a single care in the world. Without having to bend to the will of some producer or manager.

He could chose what he wanted to do, and who he wanted to spend his time with. And damn, was he happy with his choices today.

John had his arms wrapped around his little girl, laying down back to back on a couch that was only made for one person. All the more reason to pull her closer, if that was even possible.

His chest pushed into her back with each breath, and he didn't mind it at all. She was a little squished, but nevertheless she enjoyed the warmth and the comfort his arms gave her.  She loved that he treated her like his only priority, even when she knew she wasn't and with all that John had on his place, moments like these were rare. That's what made them special.

Her eyes opened and fluttered shut every so often, shutting when she dozed off and opening back up again when he felt him move.

"Stay here," she whispered at one point, holding onto his forearm and nuzzling her shoulders back into his.

John hummed softly and pressed a gentle kiss into her shoulder. "I'm not goin' anywhere, darlin'."

And he kept his word.