Thinking about meeting your future husband, john price, at a bar...right?
But it's not the usual way you'd think. No glances across the bar, no shared smirks or flirty touches.
In fact, you hadn't even noticed john until another man shoulder-checked you instead of stepping the the two inches it took to get around you. The man, drunk by the smell of his breath, had whirled on you "watch where you're going, bitch."
The hand never grabbed your arm, because john stepped in.
Large body between you and the strange man, some words hissed that you couldn't focus on with the hunk of muscle un front of you. Between one blink and the next the man was flat on the floor and johns knuckles were bloody.
On the sidewalk after getting kicked out, with streetlights casting a smoky halo around john, you knew you had to take him home.
One night led to mutliple, led to staying for breakfast and coffee dates and then real dates. Led to whispered confessions and your dreams for the future slowly shifting to include your john. Led to a wedding and an even better wedding night.
On your honeymoon john insisted on taking you out of the country to meet some friends and stay in some fancy cabin.
"–And this is nikolai, but everyone calls him nik." John nods to a man you'd recognize anywhere.
"Are you...are you the man from the bar." You've never been good with subtlety. You look at price "why are you friends with the guy from the bar?"
Of course. Your husband whom you've believed to be your lucky savior since you met him has actually had his eyes on you for far longer. In his infinite wisdom, he decided staging a rescue was the best way to impress you back then.
...nikolai has the audacity to laugh when you chew john out for it.
oh fuck...
