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Bake Me An Apology

A/n: Hello, sorry I lasted so long, I wasn't feeling very good, buuuuuut here's your thingy.

This request comes to you thanks to: Narutofanforev

Hope you like it!

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Alex's P. O. V

Wednesdays are the most confusing days of the week.

It's not Friday, but it's not Monday. Somewhere in the middle where you are not so stressed, but still not quite resting yet.

Anyways, Wednesdays were cool cause the kids went to John's parents home and came back on Friday, so the house becomes a non-child zone for at least two days and a half.

It's always calming to work on your office by the smell of your favorite air freshener and smoke.

Smoke?

I rushed downstairs to find a complete mess.

The smoke alarm had gone off, there was water falling from the ceiling's sprinklers, and then, there was my husband.

John was desperately stepping on what seemed like one of the curtains, there was fire coming from it, and the water wasn't doing much but soaking wet everything but that.

"What the fuck happened?!" I yelled over the insistent beeping sound of the alarm.

When John's eyes landed on me, it was like he had seen a ghost.

"H-honey, I'm-" He stopped with the curtain. "I—Fuck!" His pant had caught a little fire, I went rushing to the kitchen and came back, threw a whole pot of water over him and the curtain.

Walked to the alarm and set it down.

Everything was a mess. The couches were wet, all the wooden shelves with books, family portraits. Everything that was in the living room and dining room was messed up.

I looked over at John again, who was also a wet mess, even more than me.

"What the fuck happened, John?"

He looked defeated and embarrassed. "I was mznajslaksk." He mumbled.

"What?" I asked again. "What did you say?"

"I was sksnsjaakjak." He said once again, not understandable.

"You were what?"

"I was trying to kill a spider, okay?!" He yelled.

I stayed silent for a few seconds.

"You almost burnt down the house.... " I started, quietly. "TRYING TO KILL A MOTHERFUCKING SPIDER, JOHN ARE YOU DEADASS SERIOUS?!"

"I'M SORRY, OKAY?! I WASN'T PLANNING ON THAT TO HAPPEN!!"

"How—how... Just, how?" I grabbed the bridge of my nose.

"I used a lighter along with the bug killing spray." He sighed.

"How old are you, 15?!"

"Mentally? Maybe!"

I sighed, looked angrily at him.

"You could have caused an accident, or even worse!" I shouted. "John, the house is a mess! Look what you've done!"