Who Do You Love - Dean Ambrose

Chapter 52: Daddy Dearest

Dean had been given the main event match up, so by the time Roman and I had helped him back onto his feet again the titles had been thrown up and the tapings were done, which meant that we could hustle him backstage to the trainers to check on his shoulder.

He protested the whole way.

"I'm fuckin' fine – like – can move it an' everythin' check this out."

He swung his arm up like he was about to lead a symphony but then promptly the entirety of his handsome face screwed up and he bit his lip and held a hasty fuck back as spasms of pain violently laced him up and down.

Roman raised a brow,

"Do I even need to say it?"

Dean huffed a breath out but continued to slouch as we trod ourselves a path through the packing crates and trolleys that were already being packed up ready to move to somewhere else. Ever since Roman had unwittingly dropped the bombshell of my unwitting reveal of the fact we were engaged, Dean had very pointedly chosen not to say anything and nor had he looked at me, which was a sure sign he was pissed. Instead I had trampled along quietly behind them letting him have his moment because I knew it would come and trying to figure out why the hell I had said it, but which was pretty hard to do since the last fifteen minutes seemed like a blur.

Eventually he grumbled,

"You told the whole fuckin' world huh?"

"Accidentally," I stressed like that would make it okay or like me being totally indiscreet and fully hopeless on the microphone was a tiny little slip up instead of a ginormous major one.

Dean shut his eyes and sighed at me,

"Lauren – ,"

"I know okay? I know, I'm a big crazy mess who can't even cope with a simple conversation without blowing the whole secret engagement thing sky-high, but, I mean, Seth kept on rambling and calling you my boyfriend like us being together was this weird kind of thing and I guess I got angry that he was being like that so I was yelling back at him when it just slipped out and – ,"

"Princess."

I blinked to find that we had ground to a standstill, or more accurately to find that I at least had stopped and that the pair of them had then been forced to back up a bit on finding that I was no longer blundering along behind. Dean was clutching his throbbing shoulder with his free hand, but his blunted blue eyes were honed in on me as he lowered his head so he was looking right at me to cut in through my monologue.

I faltered a little,

"Um."

"You're doin' that whole nervous ramblin' shit again y' know."

I shrugged,

"Because you're mad at me."

Dean blew out a breath and then looked away as he considered his limited options before letting his hurting shoulders suddenly slump back down and then shaking his head and letting a little growl out like the he was done with the entire night.

He possibly was.

"Yeah, I'm pissed okay? Because we talked about this shit and how I was tryin' to keep you safe."