Never Let Me Go (Brock Lesnar)

Chapter Nine

           Once we were sure my vision was back, we headed back to the hotel and packed our things. Technically, Brock was supposed to stay for a press conference. Dana was going to announce his championship match there but instead, he called it off saying that Brock had a family emergency and we would reschedule at a later date. I felt bad for ruining his victory over Stuart but I knew there was nothing I could do.

           After we packed, Dana had the jet waiting and we flew back to Minnesota. We called the kids before we left and told them that Brock had won but left out the part about coming home early. I wasn't sure how to tell them or even if I should and neither was Brock. We had talked about it a little on the way back but since we didn't really know what was wrong, we didn't want to worry them. I thought that if the neurologist told us then maybe I would tell them. At least then we knew for sure.

           "Do I really have to stay here?" I ask as Brock puts our things away in the closet. When we came in earlier, he made me get in bed and informed me that I was not supposed to get up unless he was with me.

           He nodded and turned back to me. "Yes, you heard me."

           I sighed and looked around the room. "But there's so much I need to do..."

           "Like?"

           I paused. "Like do laundry, check on Heaven, and make sure the kids did their homework. Not to mention I need to clean the stove, cleanout the fridge, mop the kitchen, dust the living room-"

           "Okay, I get it." He adds. "If you really need to get it done then I'll do it."

           I burst into laughter. "Yeah! Okay, Mister Mom." He didn't seem amused. "Are you really serious? I haven't seen you clean this house since we married."

           "That's not true, I helped when you were pregnant."

           My eyes narrowed. "Yeah, when I was in my third trimester and couldn't see my feet. I don't know if that counts." I joke but he didn't laugh. "I was kidding, gez, lighten up. Seriously though, I'm sure you would at least try but I would rather just do it myself. I can't sit here all day and do nothing, I'll get fat."

           That made him laugh. "Fat? Really?"

          "Yes, really. Besides, when the kids get home their going to wonder why mommy is in bed and daddy's doing all the work. They're going to be suspicious and you know it. I can get up and do all my normal things. If stress is what causes it then there is no reason why I can't do normal, everyday things."

           He seemed open to the idea. "Fine, but I still want you in my sight."

           I sighed in relief and stood up. "Thank God! You're putting my stuff in the wrong place." I add taking my clothes from his hand. "Diva stuff in the back, mommy stuff in the front." He chuckled as I reorganized everything he had put in the closet. "Now, why don't we go get the kids?"

           He smirked. "We could... Or we could get them tomorrow."

           "Babe, you've had me to yourself for almost three days."

           He shrugs. "So? What's another day? They aren't expecting us home until late tomorrow anyway. We can pick them up tomorrow morning and tell them we got home early, which isn't a lie."

           I rolled my eyes and headed toward the kitchen. "Whatever you want to do is fine with me, but I still think the kids should come home today." I was playing the guilt factor a little bit since I really did miss them but then again, I did enjoy the alone time with Brock.

           The crackling of gravel caught my attention as I looked outside to see Scott's truck pulling up to the house. Brock heard it too but didn't say anything. I could tell by the look on his face that he was irritated so I stopped what I was doing to watch the show.

           Before Scott could even get out of the truck, Brock was waiting on the front porch. I watched from the window as I wished I had popcorn. "Dude, thanks for leaving me in Vegas! Dana said we were all flying back together."

           "That was before and you seem to have made it back in one piece. So what's the problem?" Brock's response was quick with a slight amount of sarcasm.

           Scott seemed taken aback. "Yeah, I did... Anyway, I'm here because we have a training session. Everything's back on schedule now that the fight is over and we need to be ready for your championship fight in a few weeks."

           "Did you not get the memo? Dana said he would speak to you."

           Scott nodded. "Yes, he did and knowing you, I assumed you weren't thinking, which brings me here. We don't have time to play games and take a vacation. We have work to do."

           Brock's face was turning red and I knew if I didn't step in now, Brock would do something rash and we would be all over TMZ within the hour. "Okay, okay. Scott, I think it's time for you to leave. Brock has already made his decision, he's taking a break and that's final. He'll call you when he's ready."

           "I thought you were supposed to be 'ill' or something." He air quotes as Brock started to walk toward him.

            "Scott, we've known each other a long time but don't think for a second that I wouldn't drop you like a fly. Now, leave before you're sorry."

           He chuckled. "Seriously? Over ten years of training and you threaten me over her? You've got to be kidding me."

           To my surprise Brock didn't tackle him or even make the slightest move toward him. He just laughed. "You know, I always thought it was my alcohol problem that made Rena leave but I don't think that was it. I think it was you. All your mind thinks about is training but I'm not like that. I'd rather spend that time with my family and I think that's what I'm going to do." He pauses. "Scott, you're fired. Now since you're no longer invited, I think that would make you a trespasser on private land. Don't you, Casey?"

           I played along. "Yeah, I think so. And the state of Minnesota doesn't prosecute against homeowners protecting their property..."

           Scott's eyes widen as Brock starts back toward the house. "In other words, if I go inside, get my gun, and come back, I could use you as target practice. I'd advise you not to be here when I get back..."

           Scott wasted no time getting back to his truck and off our property. When I went back inside with Brock and watched Scott run away like a chicken, I became hysterical. "That! Was! The! Funniest! Thing! I! Have! Ever! Seen!" I added between breaths. Brock probably thought I had lost my mind but he eventually joined in on my laughter. What can I say? I'm contagious. "But seriously, you probably shouldn't have fired him. Now you don't have a trainer."

           He shrugs. "Don't need one. Even when I do go back, I can handle it on my own and I don't need to be away from you and the kids five hours a day just to train. It's ridiculous."

           "Okay, but what are we gonna do if he goes around telling everybody that you threatened to use him for target practice?"

           He smiles. "First of all, it wasn't a threat, it was a promise. Second of all, he won't because he's too afraid of me and he knows if he does, I'll carry it out. Now, let's go get our kids."

           There.

           That was my beast.