Irish Love ( Sheamus / Dean Ambrose story)

Chapter 94

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Jon / Dean's POV

I was blown away by everything she just told me. Her mom was murder by her father. Or the monster as she called him. Jerry tried to break her away from everything that felt safe to her, if I wasn't for Pia she wouldn't be here and i won't have her in my arms like this. I was crying just as hard as she was. I kept rubbing her back and rocking her back and forward to comfort her. She curled up on my lap and buried her face in my neck, I kissed her so many times I felt like I had covered every little piece of her skin. Looking in the her eyes I saw the relieve of just telling me everything. I cupped her face and kissed her strongly

" Myrna thank you for telling me everything, thank you for trusting me with this. I love you and I promise you I will never hurt you or leave you"

" I love you to, thank you for listening to me and I'm sorry it took me so long to tell you everything"

" Sweetheart you don't need to apologize. I understand"

" I was afraid to tell you"

" Why?"

" Because every time I told someone I love them I lose them"

" When is the last time you told someone you really loved them?"

" My mom the night she was murdered"

I gasped for air, she was afraid that if she would tell me she would lose me to

" Myrna you are not losing me, I promise"

" Jon, Can we just stay in bed for a bit longer?"

" Sure whatever you want to to do we will do"

" Thank you Jon, I do have to tell Joe and Colby this too. And then to all my other clients"

" Whenever you feel comfortable to do so"

She crawled off my lap and pulled me down to the bed. I played with her hair when we laid down and cuddled. I never was someone who loved to cuddle or relax with my girl, but now everything felt so right. Yet I had one question for Myrna, that I was afraid of asking.

" Myrna ..." I whispered

" Yes?"

" I have a question to ask you but I'm afraid to ask you"

" Ask me Jon?"

" Can you take me to her grave?"

" You want to go to my mother's grave, why?"

" She is your mother, I would like to meet her. Can we go please?"

" Yes Jon, I'll take you to her grave" I heard her soft cry

I pulled her in for a hug before we both fell back to sleep.

Myrna's POV

An hour later

Now I was the first one to wake up in Jon his arms, I saw the tear stains on his face. I must have opened up a lot of his old wounds with telling my story to him. I felt so bad for doing so, I never wanted to hurt him. I played gently with his hair when I felt him move underneath my fingertips. I kissed his nose softly and giggled when he moved it like a little rabbit would.