The estate was quiet for the first time in a long time, save the landscapers outside tending to the garden and the front lawn. Once a week at six in the morning. Routine.

Routine was important to John. Being ex military, unofficially retired, he'd worried that he would become complacent with life. Then he came home to Liverpool and saw the corruption. Complacency was a privilege that John didn't get now, not when he was running a huge syndicate.

Every morning, John went to a room he'd turned into his personal gym. And you, being the most loving partner he'd ever had, was so kind to put a training playlist together. It wasn't without flaw, as John couldn't help but notice the songs you added just because you liked them, but they made him laugh.

He chuckled to himself when he noticed you, popping one of the headphones out, "Breakfast and a show, hm? If I knew I'd be performing, I would've worn my good shorts."