Cody Rhodes Imagines

Take it Easy

You were so pissed at Cody right now. He was seriously going to go wrestle a hell in a cell match with a torn pec. He could hurt it so much worse if he wasn't careful, as if it isn't already bad enough. His chest looked horrible, purple and black bruising spread from the right part of his chest all the way onto his arm. It was really bad, and you knew how much it hurt. It hurt for him to even lay in bed a certain way, but yet there he was, wrestling with a cage surrounding him. You were so relieved when the match ended, you could only hope that he didn't come back through the curtain with an even worse injury. You got off of the chair you were sitting in when you saw him making his way back up the ramp. As soon as he came through the curtain, he went straight to you. Cody gave you a quick kiss, his arms going around your waist.

"You okay?" You asked.

"Mhm, I just need some ice and some rest." He assured you, he knew how worried you were about this match.

"I can't believe you went out and did that." You mumbled.

"But hey, I'm fine aren't I?"

"Sure, but you had me scared shitless." You lightly smiled at him.

"I'll make it up to you, I promise." Cody told you.

"How so?"

"I'll take it easy for a few days. We'll just have some us time." He promised.

"Sounds perfect." You smiled.

"Good." Your husband smiled back at you, giving you another kiss.

"How about we get back to the bus and get you that ice, huh?" You offered.

"Yes ma'am." Cody responded, following you back to where your bus was.

When you two got there, he was quick to change out of his wrestling tights and into some sweatpants. He didn't bother putting a shirt on yet since he had to ice his chest anyways. He took a seat on the couch as you handed him the ice pack. Cody squirmed a bit when he applied the ice to his torn muscle.

"You okay?" You asked.

Cody looked up at you. "Yeah, it's just sore."

You took a seat next to him, laying your head on his shoulder.

"You promise to take it easy the next few days, yeah?" You questioned.

"Of course, darling."