Lost then Found:A Dean Ambrose FanFicition

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Dean's Birthday Wish

If there was one thing that Dean Ambrose hated to do, it was to wait for something. Staying inside the car was simply unbearable. At 9:45, Dean threw on a pair of sunglasses, a hat and went inside of the airport, hoping that he wouldn't be recognized. Finding the correct gate was hard enough. He went to five different ones before a nice elderly woman gave him correct directions.

When he had set foot in his apartment, Dean, as tired as he was, had forgotten the fact that he never had a single morsel of food in his refrigerator and made a trip to the nearest grocery store at midnight. Dean had not been grocery shopping in some months, so he did not know where anything was at all. And after arriving back home and stowing away everything that he had purchased, Dean realized that he needed to tidy up a bit.

That morning, Dean did a final inspection of his apartment, making sure that everything was in order. He left, praying that there was enough toilet paper in the bathroom.

When the numbers changed from 9:59 to 10:00, Dean turned to face the gate. The display board said that the flight was on time, yet when the clock reached 10:05, his anxiousness intensified. By 10:15, he was beginning to grow impatient. And when the numbers turned to 10:30, Dean began to wonder if there were any issues on the plane.

At last, the door was opened by a tall male. People poured through. Brittany emerged from behind a couple whom were dealing with their squabbling triplets. That's when she spotted him.

Brittany ran over to Dean. Dean opened his arms as she drew closer. And when they finally collided, he stumbled backwards a little, giggling and muffling her yells into his shoulder. They stood like that before Dean couldn't fight the temptation anymore and proceeded to kiss her, long and hard.

"The last three days have been so boring without you," Dean admitted. 

"The feeling's mutual," she said, wiping off the dark red lipstick that had gotten onto Dean's face.

Being at the arena wasn't required until three o'clock, so the two had about five hours to do whatever they pleased.  It took him awhile to remember where it was, but once they arrived outside of the gates of Floyd Lamb Park, his girlfriend's face lit up like a Christmas tree. She traded her trench coat for a solid black jacket, the one that she always wore. And hand in hand, the happy couple proceeded through the gates.

"It's so warm out here," Brittany said, laying her head on Dean's chest. "Much better than the weather in Massachusetts."

"I'm glad you're enjoying it." The two were underneath a willow tree, enjoying the time that there was to relax and unwind.

Brittany sighed, feeling limp in Dean's arms. He looked down, seeing that her eyes were half-closed. "Do you know what's so great about being curled up to you?" She asked, drowsiness leaking into her voice.

"What?"

"If I fall asleep, you won't push me away. You'll let me sleep, not daring to move a muscle."

Something inside of Dean's chest became warm and fuzzy. It was a good feeling, one that he experienced more than often when he was with Brittany. And he fed into it, letting a wave of contemptment wash over him. "You know me too well, Cena."

She giggled, holding onto his right hand. "I do, Ambrose. All too well. Happy birthday by the way."

Around two-thirty, Dean woke Brittany, careful not to shake her too hard. She kissed him a little more aggressively than usual. They lied there a little longer, kissing. It was a type of sweet surrender that he wanted to be inescapable. 

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Sitting down on one of the trunks, Dean tied his shoe. He and Brittany were due to go on at any moment to present the Slammy for "Most Shocking Moment of the Year".