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Love Under The Christmas Tree	By : johnny_bae Category: Individual Celebrities > Johnny Depp Views: 1339 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own or know Johnny Depp. This story is pure fiction. Also I don't make any money from writing this.

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A few days passed but Johnny didn't ask me out. I fgured maybe he had changed his mind, and it was honestly totally okay with me. Actually, I hadn't seen him at all since the day he had helped me carrying my grocery bags.
I had just finished helping Emily doing her homework and I still had to make dinner. It hadn't been long since we had gotten back home.
I went to the kitchen, letting my little girl play on her own in the living room.
I was busy cooking when the doorbell suddenly rang, forcing me to temporarily stop what I was doing and go answer the door instead.
"Oh hi" I spoke, opening it to reveal Johnny.
"Hi" he smiled softly.
I looked at him, waiting for him to go on. I mean, there had to be a reason for him to be here.
"I hope I'm not bothering or interrupting anything" he chuckled nervously.
"Not at all" I reassured him "I was just making dinner. Speaking of which, I think I should go back to the kitchen to make sure nothing is burning. Come in" I stepped back so he could walk in.
Johnny began following me to the kitchen, stopping by the living room when he caught sight of Emily to say hello to her too. She was apparently in the middle of having a tea party with Barbie and friends, and soon Johnny found himself being one of the guests. Well, he was more trapped than anything but anyway. Emily is a sweet and quiet little girl but being an only child who has to play alone most of the time, when she finds someone to play with, poor people can't escape. And Johnny had made the big mistake to start playing with her.
"Come on sweetie, let Johnny be now. I don't think he came over to play with you" I interrupted the conversation Emily was forcing him to have with her dolls.
"But Mommy, Johnny has to finish doing Teresa's hair first, and then help Barbie with the laundry" Emily protested, pointing to her dolls and pouting.
"No, he doesn't 'have to' do anything. He's not a toy" I insisted, putting on a sterner expression.
"It's fine, I don't mind playing with her" Johnny intervened, causing Emily's face to instantly light up.
The worst part is that he actually seemed to really mean it. He looked like he was enjoying himself playing with my daughter and her Barbies.
"Alright then" I surrendered, letting out a small laugh "I'll go back to cooking. Just come in the kitchen when you're done" I told Johnny before leaving the room, earning a head nod from him.
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Dinner was almost ready when Johnny eventually appeared in the kitchen.
"God, she finally let you go ?" I giggled as he slowly approached me.
"Not really" he responded "It's just that Barbie is changing and I'm not allowed to see her naked."
"Oh lord" I exclaimed, feeling sorry that he still hadn't managed to escape.
"Anyway, since I'm here...I uh...wanted to ask you if you'd like to go out with me on Friday night ? I've already talked to my aunt, she can watch Emily. Of course you'll meet her first so you don't feel like you're leaving your daughter with a perfect stranger or anything."
I couldn't turn him down now, so I accepted.
"JOHNNY !" we suddenly heard Emily yell from the living room "YOU CAN COME BACK !"
"Leave him alone now baby. Come here, we're gonna have dinner" I yelled back so she could hear me.
When she joined us in the kitchen a few seconds later, she immediately went to Johnny.
"Can you stay for dinner ?" she asked him pleadingly.
"Thanks sweetie but I don't think your mom-" he began, but I cut him off.
"It's fine, you can stay" I smiled at him.
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Johnny ended up staying for dinner. Emily had insisted to sit next to him, which kind of surprised me since she usually always wanted to be next to me. Well, she clearly liked him a lot.
I had made pork stir fry with green beans, and just like every single time there were beans in her plate, Emily was refusing to eat. Vegetables were far from being her favorite food.
"Come on baby, eat your beans" I demanded, noticing she hadn't touched them.
"I don't like beans" she whined, crossng her arms over her chest in protest.
I sighed deeply in defeat, knowing once again I wouldn't get her to eat.
"You know, if you want to grow up and be as pretty as your mother, you need to eat vegetables" Johnny stated all of a sudden, catching me off guard.
I blushed so hard at his words, I wish I could've disappeared or at least hide somewhere.
"But I really don't like beans" Emily argued, unwilling to give in just yet.
"I'll tell you a secret" Johnny continued "When I was a kid, I really hated that too. However, when I grew older, I decided to give it another try and guess what ? It turned out not to be that bad after all."
"Really ?" she questioned, literally lapping up everything he was saying.
"Really" he confirmed, nodding his head "And now I actually like it. See ? There's nothing left in my plate. I think you should give it a try, you might like it too."
Emily looked at Johnny's empty plate, then back at hers. Not thinking twice, she took hold of her fork and dug into her food. Within a few minutes, her plate was completely empty.
My jaw dropped as I looked to Johnny in awe. God knows how many times I had tried to get her to eat vegetables, but no matter what I said or did, she wouldn't. I couldn't believe he had succeeded.
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After we were all finished eating, Emily dragged Johnny back to the living room to continue playing. He had offered to help me with the dishes first, but I kindly declined. I didn't want to steal my daughter's playmate.
I could hear them talk and laugh from where I was, but at some point, it went quiet. That's when I decided to go check on them. My heart wasn't ready for the adorable view that awaited me though.
Johnny was sitting on the couch, watching TV, with my litttle angel peacefully sleeping on his lap. I stared at them, unconsciously wishing someone like him could have been her father instead of the creep that helped me make her. She would've deserved that. I shrugged it off, realizing how dumb this thought was. Well, I suppose I was being too emotional.
"There you are" Johnny quietly said as he spotted me standing in the doorframe, careful not to wake up Emily.
I came closer to join them on the couch.
"Maybe we should carry her to her bedroom" he suggested and I shook my head in approval.
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