You were alone in yours and John’s shared room, coloring and watching your favorite cartoons, your favorite paci in your mouth.

John was gone for the week, on some mission, which allowed you time unwind and enjoy slipping into little space.

You kept this side of you hidden from him, not wanting to repeat what’s happened in the past after his past relations found out about this.

“Love? Whats going on?” You turned to see John, home early, looking at you.