Married to the Beast // Brock Lesnar ●COMPLETE●

Chapter 26

BROCK POV

"Your mommy is going to be pissed at me " I breath out as I set Beast down on the floor.

The fencing was finally put up, but through me being busy.

Beast finally got the courage to run free . I guess because he figured it would be his last chance to go there without me and Kenz and ran straight down to the lake.

Luckily I noticed he wasn't seated next to my tool box like he had been the entire time.

He fucking tricked me the little fucker .

I fucking ran like I hadn't since the day McKenzie forced me to after my week of being sick.

Well three days of being sick at least.

I knew if anything happened to him, my wife would be distraught and even though he could be a pain in the ass I would be as well.

I found him close to actually being in the lake but luckily got there in time.

He was too scared anyway but had gotten into some mud.

So I was forced to bath him.

He normally got washed when McKenzie was home because even though I hated it she believed he was our son.

So she would set him in the bath, which I happen to use after a tough workout, and fill it and sing some washing dog song that she made up.

While I simply watched and chuckled until she had enough and would throw me out, only to find me thirty minutes later and kiss me .

My version of washing our son?

Hosing the sucker off, which led to him taking off and me running after him again.

I then had to wrap him up in a blanket cause it wasn't like I knew how to work McKenzie's hair blow shit .

At that moment I wished my wife was there as while he had grown on me, doing the whole cuddle with the dog thing didn't work for me but I was forced to.

Hold him until he seemed okay, if Paul had somehow been able to walk in and see it I would be done for.

She had warned me to make sure to keep him in the house while I did the fencing but I had left the back door open I guess and halfway through me working he came running out and stayed.

He simply stared at me as he was now dried and lying in his little bed.

I sighed, "Come on!"

Within a few seconds he had hopped up next to me on the couch as I fired up Kenzie's laptop so I could watch her on Smackdown.

I saw her fighting against the chick with the purple or pink hair.

She always made me so fucking proud to call her my wife because she was like me in the ring just not as viscous .

I was so fucking afraid that she would have taken off after I sprung her mom on her on Sunday but I needed to do it because I needed my wife to be happy.

That night ,after we had spent the day at my parents house ,when I had walked in on her crying I fucking hated it.

It was like walking in from my segment months before and finding her crying in my locker all over again due to missing Seth and I didn't want her to go through that pain again.

So I sucked up my fucking pride that I had done the day her father tried to bribe me.

That hadn't worked out for me but I was going to make something work out for my wife.