Who Do You Love - Dean Ambrose

Chapter 59: I'll Be Wearing White

In total we stayed for a further two days in his hometown before Dean had to pack up to head for the house shows. But thankfully the rest of it turned out to be relatively uneventful and even potentially sort of borderline relaxed since there were no more run-ins with hopped up villains or people trying to fleece me for things I technically already owned.

Ugh –

Damn that guy.

Even Mama Ambrose seemed to warm up to me a little bit, to the point that we even made dinner together on the last night like we had done it a million times before in our acquaintance and which had instantly made me imagine family holiday and meals but which I knew would never be truly realistic since frankly I was just lucky that she hadn't tried to punch me at any point.

Roman had made sure it was the first thing he had asked us,

"Didn't see that right hook of hers then baby girl?"

Dean had snorted,

"No, but Lauren punched a mugger."

"Yeah?"

"Hell yeah, my baby's got the moves man."

By the time the Monday night tapings had rolled around again I was actually weirdly glad to be back, because compared to the chaos of our sojourn to Cincinnati the madness of the ring seemed like real life again and far more familiar than streets and gang-bangers and knife wielding addicts bursting into people's homes and then collapsing into a heap in the middle of the floorboards –

In short, the wrestling world was where I belonged.

Dean, Roman and I arrived early at the venue with the boys having picked me up from my eastbound flight in and instead of running some steps in the arena or otherwise hanging around while they toned themselves in the gym or went over their matches and plans for the evening, I instead hit the town with my favorite work friend. Because boy was there a whole lot for me to catch him up on. In fact it nearly killed him there was so much to take in,

"So let me get this straight here because it's sounds completely crazy," Matt blinked over the top of his brimming coffee cup, leaning so far forward that the tassels of his fashion scarf practically dipped into the foam of his latte that the barista had styled into the shape of a cat.

I nodded back steadily,

"I told you a lot happened, I really wasn't kidding huh?"

Matt had scoffed,

"You're telling me girl. Because if I've got this right then what you're actually saying here is that you sucker punched some random pill popping asshole who was holding you at knifepoint in exchange for his drugs and then after that the wasted-soon-to-be-mother-in-law that had hated you the entire time accepted you right into the fold?"

"Um – yep, I mean, kind of anyway."

Because I knew that Mama Ambrose would never be sweetness and light and would never be the type to come running out to greet us on the sporadic occasions we chose to call round. In fact, more than likely we would probably have to go and find her in much the same way we had on the visit before, which was how Dean had grown used to his rare parental meetings going and which I therefore assumed I would have to as well.