John constantly wore his beanie or some kind of bucket hat whenever he went out in public or was working. He had lots of different things consisting of beanies, baseball caps, and bucket hats. Wearing these majority of the time, you, being the creative person you are, decided to make him a black ribbed crochet beanie. While he was at work, you took it as an opportunity to make it and give it to him when you managed to finish it.

The click of the lock on your door rang throughout the apartment. With a heavy yet relieved sigh, Price pushed open the door and walked in. Kicking the door shut with his boot, he set his duffle bag on the ground and kicked off his boots. His icy blue eyes scanned the area before he walked further into the room, hearing you call to him from your shared room. He walked into the room, tossing his hat onto the couch and running a hand through his hair.

"Ah, there you are, darlin." John murmured, his deep British accent coming out bit more hoarse than usual. Making his way to where you sat on the bed, he gently kissed your forehead and sigh quietly. "What've ya been doin' today?" He mused as he took a seat beside you on the bed and you placed something in his lap. His eyes scanned the item before it finally clicked in his head as to what it was. "Did ya make this, hun?" Price muttered as he held up the black beanie you made him to get a better look at it.