Things.
John pulled the blankets up and sighed. It was too quiet in the warehouse. Too bare. His family was either asleep or out and whilst some quiet was good, the silence made him itch. He yawned widely and rubbed his eyes, itchy with sleep and no doubt red. He should have napped earlier when he could have but now sleep alluded him. %he pain in his head was a dull throb, not as bad as it could be but bad enough to be an annoyance.
He could work on things, there was a million and one things that needed doing and just now he didn't have the motivation. He sighed again; motivation, he'd only ever had a problem with that at the beginning, before he...before he was reborn, but today was different. He ran his fingers across the picture that he'd taken of them both earlier, smiling softly. His wife. His child. His life as much as the...as much as their work; his and Amanda's and Doug's and Johnna's now and maybe the baby's.
He closed his eyes, Amanda's body tight and warm against him, and that in itself was comforting but he still couldn't stop the restlessness. Maybe he'd finally been in the warehouse a little too long. But it wasn't as if they could go down to their nearest restaurant, or store or just be able to enjoy the fresh air. He missed that most of all although the Los Angeles air was anything but fresh, it wasn't even home but it was the closest he had.
Was she still angry with him? Things had been pretty quiet lately, calm between them but that didn't mean that she was past his betrayal, past the hurt he'd caused her again without thinking. The way she looked at him, the way they interacted. He made a soft sound and curled onto his side, almost wrapping himself around her - he knew that she loved him but would she ever forgive him?
He could work on things, there was a million and one things that needed doing and just now he didn't have the motivation. He sighed again; motivation, he'd only ever had a problem with that at the beginning, before he...before he was reborn, but today was different. He ran his fingers across the picture that he'd taken of them both earlier, smiling softly. His wife. His child. His life as much as the...as much as their work; his and Amanda's and Doug's and Johnna's now and maybe the baby's.
He closed his eyes, Amanda's body tight and warm against him, and that in itself was comforting but he still couldn't stop the restlessness. Maybe he'd finally been in the warehouse a little too long. But it wasn't as if they could go down to their nearest restaurant, or store or just be able to enjoy the fresh air. He missed that most of all although the Los Angeles air was anything but fresh, it wasn't even home but it was the closest he had.
Was she still angry with him? Things had been pretty quiet lately, calm between them but that didn't mean that she was past his betrayal, past the hurt he'd caused her again without thinking. The way she looked at him, the way they interacted. He made a soft sound and curled onto his side, almost wrapping himself around her - he knew that she loved him but would she ever forgive him?