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Every Moment

A/N: SOOO my writing partner linismydad gave me these first few sentences (I'll italicize them to show which ones) and a setting and such and this is what I built off of it. I haven't written in a good while so I'm sorry if it like totally sucks, but honestly I like it. It's short and starts off a little sad, but ends happy and cute, just pure fluff honestly :)

   "John?" My voice is weak with his name.

    He hums in response, turning to look at me with those sea toned eyes I've always trusted and always will.

    "If I die before you," He opens his mouth to object, to which I raise a hand, "If I die before you do.. I want you to know something."

    His lips tighten and he nods.

    "I want you to know that I love you with everything I had. I want you to know that you were the person who kept me stable, the one who held me together through everything. I just want you to know that."

    "Alex.." John's eyes cloud and he tilts his head. He leans back in the upholstered office chair that sits at his desk, his attention no longer anywhere near his work.

    I smile, comforting but sad as well. "Loving you has been my greatest accomplishment. Marrying you, living with you. If there is one thing I'm to be remembered by, it is that. I want you and everyone else to know that my purpose on this earth was to love you with my entirety, my only place was at your side."

    I shift on the bed as John rises, leaving papers forgotten on his computer's keyboard. His determined steps trail through the moonlight leaking from the curtains. Wordlessly, he lays beside me and pulls me into a hug, a kiss. "Why is this on your mind right now, Lex?" he nearly whispers.

    "I don't know," I respond truthfully, "I was just thinking about life I guess."

    John chuckles, that beautiful laugh I could listen to for a million eternities and never tire of. "That's dangerous, you know." I shrug and snuggle into his warm embrace.

    "You won't die before me though," he says with certainty. "For as long as I'm alive I will protect you with everything I have."

    I shift again in a nearly vain attempt to fight sleep. "You can't protect me from like.. Sickness.." I laugh drowsily.

    "I can try though," he mumbles and I can hear his smile behind the soft words. His arm lifts slightly beneath me but I don't move. "Go get ready for bed baby," he murmurs near my ear, sending shivers through me. "I'm going to finish something up real quick first."

    I sit up and stretch, mumbling an okay of sorts as he retreats back to his work station. I wander aimlessly into the bathroom before I regain a sense of how to exist. I brush my teeth then, and pull my hair down to run a brush through it until it's relatively straight. I wash my face and find myself far more awake, now with an idea whispering, begging for attention in the back of my mind. It seems I can't deny it.

    With a peek back outside to make sure John is still busy, I discreetly slip past and open the closet. John takes absolutely no notices of me as I pull out one of his night shirts and go back into the bathroom. There, I strip and pull on the shirt which is, as I expected, several sizes too big for me. It falls almost to my knees and smells perfectly of my John, of home. I toss my own clothes into the laundry and test my socks against the tile of the bathroom.

    "Babe, you ready yet?" John calls softly, accompanied by the sound of his laptop closing and chair rolling across the floor.

    I smirk at my reflection. "Perfect." I open the door and yell, possibly too loud for an apartment at two in the morning, "Alexa, play top hits!"

    John spins around to look at me, distracted from the closet, and a huge grin adorns his face as soon as he does. I glide across the floor elegantly to "Close To Me" towards my amused husband.

    "I'm already contemplating whether I should video this or join you," he says, biting his lip. I don't give him a choice in the matter; I grab his hands and pull him towards me. He's quick to join in on improvised dancing, mouthing half known words in an atmosphere full of laughter.

    After several songs we collapse in a heap on the couch, absolutely out of breath but high on endorphins. Once we've finally stopped laughing and have calmed down somewhat, John shakes his head at me. "You're like, bipolar," he jokes with narrow eyes.

    "Hm?"

    "You go from discussing death to dancing in your socks and my shirt at two in the morning."

    I grin at him and lift my chin. "Okay one, as your partner I have to inform you that all of your clothes are now also mine. Secondly, anything can happen at this hour! And, hey, you chose to marry me, you knew what you were getting into," I reply defensively. A sweet smile spreads across his face as I speak.

    "Indeed I did," he says. He's suddenly very close, hands pushing through my hair and behind my neck. All I know in this moment is him, his touch, his voice, his eyes, and pure happiness. "And I would choose you, this, again and again, forever. I love you."

    He kisses me deeply, and I'm reminded once again that my life is forever complete.