The Juggernauts (Maryse and Nikki Bella x OCs) (ON HOLD)

The Week Off: Part 3

Wednesday

3rd Person POV

It's late at night and everyone has gone off to bed. Everyone except the Southern Juggernaut. He sits on the couch in the living room alone, looking down at the floor while holding a red solo cup in his hand. He hears the wooden floorboards creak and looks up in the direction of the noise to see a beautiful French Canadian walking towards him.

Caleb, whispering: Hey darlin'. Couldn't sleep either?

Maryse, whispering back: It's been difficult to.

Caleb: Welcome to the club.

Maryse: Another nightmare?

Caleb: No. Couldn't close my eyes long enough to drift off. Thought about headbutting the door to knock myself out.

Maryse: You're kidding, right?

She looks over at him and sees his smirk. She rolls her eyes and sits down next to him.

Maryse: Of course you are.

Caleb: What's keepin' you up?

Maryse: I don't know. Ever since we got here, I've had trouble sleeping. Which is weird because last time I was with you guys, I had the best sleep of my life.

Caleb: Last time, we were sharing a room.

The woman smiles at the larger man. She decides to mess with him a little. The beautiful woman places her hand on his chest and looks up at him.

Maryse: Are you saying you're the reason I had a good night's sleep last week?

Caleb, smirking: If the shoe fits.

The Sultry Diva laughs as she rolls back to her original seat. She leans back on the sofa and looks over at Caleb, her cheek resting in her palm.

Maryse: I talked to Mike earlier.

Caleb, raising his cup: Oh yeah? How'd that go?

He takes a sip from it. Meanwhile, the gorgeous woman tells Winters about her conversation with her fiancé.

Maryse: Pretty good, actually. We didn't argue. I told him about Duncan's idea and he said he loves it. He also said thank you for coming to get me. He says you're a good friend.

Caleb: Well, I do what I can.

Maryse: What's in the cup?

Caleb: Sweet tea.

Maryse: Sweet tea?

Caleb: It's a southern delicacy that yankees just can't get right.

Maryse: Yankee?

Caleb: Yeah. Y'know, people from the northern states.

Maryse: Ah okay.

The French-Canadian Beauty yawns and covers her mouth with her hand. The Stinger's Nephew laughs a little at this.

Maryse: One day we'll be able to get some sleep.

Caleb: Lord I hope so.

Maryse:...Y'know, there is one way we might be able to go to sleep.

Caleb: And what would that be?

She smiles and curls up next to him. His right arm is now behind her head on the top of the couch. He looks down at her curiously. With his other arm, he grabs a nearby blanket and throws it over her. Maryse adjusts the blanket to fit both of them.

Caleb: G'night, darlin'.

Maryse: Goodnight.

The Sultry Diva closes her eyes. The theory turns out to be true as the Southern Juggernaut yawns and feels tired himself. He finishes his drink, puts the cup down on a nearby table, and closes his eyes. The two drift off to sleep on the couch.