Back by popular demand a second installment of J.J's fanfic....
Long ago, she had gotten mad at him because he never showed he cared. He was like any other guy, sort of hapless unless told what to do. Sure, he was able to be romantic, and no, he wasn’t completely dense, but it takes him time. Sadly, she was a bit impatient.
So on her birthday he decided that he was going to treat her to a spa. He didn’t want to take her to one, he wanted to be the one to give her the massage, and whatever else a spa was. He figured all he had to do was set the Jacuzzi feature on their tub, light some candles, make the bubbles extra foamy and maybe add some flower petals for good measure…and with some luck he’d be able to join.
However, no such luck. When she came home she dropped her bag on the floor, something she does when upset—she was fastidious. The pets ran to her, but she stomped through the living room, completely ignoring him. She slammed the door to their bedroom.
He panicked now, she never slammed doors.
“You, alright?” He knocked from his side. He heard a string of profanities as the shower turned on.
Barging into their bedroom and opened the door to the master bath, she had completely missed the flowers, candles, and bubbles. She was crying in the shower, though.
She didn’t respond, but she sunk down hugging her knees as the shower beat on her—fully clothed. Her makeup was runny and her hair a matted mess. But she still looked lovely, and his heart ached. He grabbed a bottle of shampoo and wordlessly lathered, rinsed, and then conditioned her hair. He washed away her makeup and embraced her sopping wet body to his.
They stayed in the shower until the hot water ran out, and a smile was back on her face.