often you find your husband staring at you, not just little peeking glances, full on stares. Of love and admiration of course, you ain’t to sure why though

so, one night when you were talking with him while helping Pearson cut up some potatoes for the stew, John was watching you while leaning his head against his arm as it laid over the table, once you ask why he’s staring, he jerks up in his chair and his face flushed a little, obviously not expecting to be called out

“I- I uh.. just like lookin’ at ya..”

he said shyly, which was a bit uncharacteristic for John as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck