John P.O.V

She stopped playing and I clapped gently. She turned to me and quickly wipes the tears strolling down her flushed cheeks. I know by now this was all stress and writing block built up, and that all I could do was comfort her. You know. For the book to get done...

She lets it all out and I lean down and kiss her. She rets her ching on my chest and looks up at me because she was short.

I kiss her again but this time passionately. I wanted to make her realize she could do anything. Even if she didn't think she could.

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I look beside me as I wake up and cover up her naked body gently with a blanket well I get dressed. I had a meeting today so I left a little note next to her bed saying I would be back after the meeting.

As I walk to the tall city building I start thinking. Christmas was next week so I'll be picking up her presents on the way back and keeping them somewhere safe until chrismas. I knew she had got me something because i found a wrapped gift but ignored it completely.

Through out the meeting we set up the plan for the next couple of months
All I could do was think of getting home to her through out the meeting for whatever reason. After the meeting I get her Christmas presents and then head home.

As I walk I look up at the winter snow. Was it really for the book?

I shake my head and put the stuff in a box in the shed then walk into the house.

"Love, Im home!" I call out as I hang up my coat and take my shoes off. No answer. I smirk. Where could she be hiding. We did this thing where when one of us left as soon as they get back the othere hides. Yeah it wasnt very mature but we still do it.

I quickly look through the whole house until I stop dead in my tracks. She was under the bed.

"Hmm. I quess shes gone. Oh well. I'll just have to finish the cake I bought by myself." I say jokingly and start to walk out of the room as she scrambles out from under the bed.

"IM HERE. IM ALIVE." she stands up waving her arms. I pick her up and throw her over my should and run downstairs. I throw her on the couch well she laughs and grab us some forks.

I sit down and cuddle up with her with the cake on our injoined legs and give her a fork.

"So love, what have you done all day?" I ask well shoving some cake in my mouth.

"I finished another chapter. 5 more to go. I dont like it though. Stress is coming into my work though and it sucks." She sighs.

I frown and after I swallow I kiss her head softly. "How about for the holidays you take a break? We can get a tree tommarow and I have some decorations in the attick I'll bring downstairs tonight so after we get the tree we can decorate the house."

She nods. "Do you decorate every year?" She asks and keeps eating cake.

"I used to." I start some other random conversation to get off of that and after we talk for a while and after a long time of just relaxing we turn on the news.

"Serial killer still on the lose. 3 more victims have been killed in the past week." The news reporter says in his thick news reporter voice.

"That persons killed at least 100 people now." She says. Yeah I have killed 104 people now. I felt bad but I needed my blood, so I dont flip out and kill everyone.

She would never know. Or at least I hoped she wouldn't.