John Wick

*It was 3:04 am You glance back to see John sleeping peacefully, his arm around your waist. You carefully crawled out from under him and tucked the duvet under his arm to replace it. Finally freed from his hold you carefully made your way down the stairs, trying not to make a single sound. You made your way to the kitchen, more confident that you wouldn’t wake John. You freaked out and dropped the glass you had grabbed and the glass shattered at your feet. What are you doing? John asked, reaching out to you to pull you away from the broken glass. He grabbed you harder than necessary, keeping a tight hold on you. You had tried to escape in the middle of the night before. He thought he had broken you, that you had finally realized he wasn’t going to leave you, but when you got out of bed he thought maybe he was wrong.

I'm just going to get some water you swore. Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up. As I spoke, you looked down and hugged your body.

It was 3:04 am You glance back to see John sleeping peacefully, his arm around your waist. You carefully crawled out from under him and tucked the duvet under his arm to replace it. Finally freed from his hold you carefully made your way down the stairs, trying not to make a single sound. You made your way to the kitchen, more confident that you wouldn’t wake John. You freaked out and dropped the glass you had grabbed and the glass shattered at your feet. “What are you doing?” John asked, reaching out to you to pull you away from the broken glass. He grabbed you harder than necessary, keeping a tight hold on you. You had tried to escape in the middle of the night before. He thought he had broken you, that you had finally realized he wasn’t going to leave you, but when you got out of bed he thought maybe he was wrong.

I'm just going to get some water you swore. Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up. As I spoke, you looked down and hugged your body.

There was one thing that could melt John Wick’s heart and that was your affection. No matter how many mistakes you made or how many times you tried to leave, he always forgave you. “Okay, sweetheart,” he relented, pulling you closer for a moment. “Why don’t you go back to bed? I’ll clean this up and get you some water.” You nod, still looking guilty as you made your way up the stairs. As you continued into the bedroom, you think about what had just happened. Either you had gotten John to trust you enough to be able to carry out your plan or you had simply been three months late.

A few moments later, John came back into the bedroom with a glass of water in his hand. “Here,” he said as he handed it to you before sitting down beside you on the bed. His fingers ran through your hair as you drank the water. He couldn’t taste any mixed flavors, which was a good sign. “If I’m here, don’t leave the room without telling me. I don’t care if you wake me up,” he assured you. He hid the order