Together once again [Martha Manning x John Laurens]
I paced the floor hopelessly, my hands never leaving from behind my back, my fingers fidgeting. "He's supposed to be here my now ..." I mumble to myself quietly.
After one whole candle burned out, I've decided I'd just head to bed. Just as I approach the bedroom, I hear a squeak at my front door.
I bolt down the stairs, seeing my husband standing there, a wide smile on his face and his arms held out. My eyes involuntary had tears in them as I ran toward him.
"Jackie! Jackie ... " I hug him tightly, as more tears began slipping out. I felt him tence up slightly, then he began to relax more. He stroked my hair as he squeezed me back lightly.
"Hey Martie ... " We stood there for a while, hugging, and then I finally pulled away. "What took you so long? I was worried sick y'know?!" I said in a jokingly angry tone, still crying while giggling a bit aswell.
He fiddled with his cravat, slowly untying it. "I know Mar ... But I'm back now, and nothing will ever seperate us ... " I later slid my hands under his jacket, allowing it to fall off. Just before it fell to the floor I catched it and hanged it on the hanger.
He later picked me up, carrying me to our bedroom bridal style. I couldn't stop laughing on the way, it felt like the day when we came back from our wedding.
He later sat me down on our bed, I saw him grip to the side and wince. "Jackie! Are you alright?! What's wrong?" He then waved his hand reassuring me that he is just "fine".
"It's nothing love, just an odd ... pain." I then squinted at him and asked "Be honest with me John, why were you really late?" He scoffed at me in responce ane turned towoard his dresser, flinging his ponytail.
He chuckled and then said "Martha, it was just a small hold up my sweet ... " I sighed and mumbled a small "alright" He spinned back at me and placed his hand on my cheek.
"I would never lie to you, never." I smiled softly and placed my lips against his as he took his other hand cupping my face with both.
I creeped my hands on his shirt and later felt something wrapped around his abdomen. When he realized it he jumped.
"Aha! So you are hiding something from me! Tell me what is it babes, please!" I said pleading him out of curiousity.
He stuttred as he tried to think of an excuse. "Uh ... It's ... " He sighed in defeat and pulled his shirt up revealing a bandage with some blood on it.
My eyes began to widen in shock at the sight. What happened to him and why wasn't I infromed about it?
"Dear Lord ... What happend John?!" He later stroked his thumb on my cheek. "Shh ... I'm just fine ... It is just that ..." He looked down.
"While fighting in the war I was shot ... They held me in a medic tent for about a week or so until they let me out saying I should be alright."
I didn't think twice before embracing him in a hug trying to contain myself from crying not wanting to upset him, like he said he was fine and I've got my husband back now and that's all that mattered.
He clutched my hand in his tenderly as he whispered "We should maybe get to bed now hun ... "
I layed in my bed with Martha fast asleep beside me. I felt guilty about not letting her know about my wound before but I didn't wan't her to worry about anything especially while she was being left home alone heavily pregnant.
I turned back at her just to simply admire at her beautiful face. I later planted a kiss on her forehead and cuddled her with a smiling forming my face.
We were finally together once again.
