Irish Love ( Sheamus / Dean Ambrose story)

Chapter 101

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Jon / Dean's POV
I had fallen asleep on the plane. the flight attendant gently nudged me awake telling me we had landed. I got out of my seat and went to the luggage area, to get my bags before heading to my car. The moment I sat down in my car I turned on my phone. The first thing I saw was the picture Myrna and I took the morning after our first night of celebration. My pretty lady all wrapped up in the sheets pressed against me. I got the signal I had a text message

Babe I'm home and in bed X Love you

I quickly started the car and went home. After about 20 minutes I stopped in front of my building and grabbed my suitcases from the trunk. So gentle as I could I got up to my front door, softly opening it and dropping my bags in the hallway I made my way to the bedroom. Softly I opened the door.

"I'm home babe"

But then it hit me, she isn't here asshole. She is home in her own house, you are back in that small cold apartment of yours where there is no one to welcome you. Walking back into the living room I grabbed a beer from the fridge. While passing my bags when walking to the couch I kicked my backpack and little Marty fell out of it. I picked up the bear and took it with me to the couch.

" It looks like it's just you and me now buddy"

The next morning

Somehow I made it to the bed last night, I woke up by the sunlight streaming on my face. I felt next to me and sat up straight in bed when I noticed Myrna wasn't lying next to me. Looking around I saw the door was a bit open, she must be in the kitchen. I quickly got dressed and walked into the other room. She wasn't there either and then it hit me. She never came home with me. I sat down on the ground, I need to get my mind of things. I need to get my suitcases unpacked, clothes washed. The faster these days pass the better. Grabbing my suitcase I turned them upside down on the floor, my heart broke a bit when I was grabbed a piece of fabric. Myrna had stuffed the ripped shorts of her pj's into my suitcase. These are going to be a long couple of days.

Myrna's POV

I woke up from a growling stomach. I looked around and set up straight in my bed. Where am I, is this a hotel room because it is gorgeous. The bed was amazing big and the room was painted in all the colours I would love to have for me own room. Then it hit me I am home. This is my room. I jumped out of bed and quickly pulled on some sweatpants. I walked past the dressoir that was against the wall, hell yeah I have a dressoir. On top of the dressoir were beautiful shells displayed. Opening the curtains I saw how big the room actually was and I was now looking into the garden, I even had a little bench in the window so I could look out. I slipt into the hallway that was now bigger, it had more rooms. I slowly started opening doors. I found a big beautiful bathroom with a huge bathtub. I was going to have great bubble baths in here. Opening another door I found a new guest bedroom, it was simple and clean but I loved it, opening the next door I found another guestroom and in between a small bathroom. Opening the last door it took my breath away, it was Aimee's bedroom. The walls were a soft pink with white accents, a beautiful big girl bed, little desk and a closet. I felt tears well up, then I heard sounds coming from downstairs. Jon he must be downstairs making breakfast. I ran down stairs, my sexy men was cooking me breakfast.

" Jon have you seen upstairs it is gorgeous, Aimee's room it's perfect for her. Jon...?"

I stopped dead in my tracks, the kitchen was stunning and everything I wanted. The countertops, the cabinets everything was even better than I thought it would be. My beautiful dining table that was made out of driftwood had a beautiful place with on the one side 2 chairs and on the other side a bench also made out of driftwood. It overlooked the living room It was all one big open place, just the way I wanted it to be. But the most shocking thing that was in the kitchen was Allen.