Nick and I had talked a lot over the next few months, that time had been crazy for the both of us though. My dad had passed a few months before and apparently had willed my childhood home over to me. So with that being said, the last time that we talked I was laid out on my living room floor exhausted but soaking up being back in my house, and to own it this time around. I knew that he would be calling today since it was my birthday.
When my phone rang that afternoon just after JD got home from school, I answered it without even looking to see who it was. “Hi Pinkie!” I said cheerfully, happy that he remembered my birthday. “Hey birthday girl. What are you doing?” he asked, with the ever present rustling of something in the background. “Just relaxing. Waiting on the mail to get here because I have a few gifts coming in today.” “Oh what did you get?” “Hell if I know, I don’t have them yet you weirdo.” I said laughing. We kept on talking for a few minutes until I heard a knock at the door. “And that would be my mail knocking at the door.” I said as I walked to the door to open it up and thank the mail carrier. “So who are you wrestling tonight?” I asked him knowing that there was a live show that night. “I’m not even sure to be honest, haven’t had a chance to look at the card.” He said nonchalantly. “Well you need to find out don’t you?” I asked as I opened the door. “NICK!!!!” I squealed when the door had opened all the way.
He had the biggest smile on his face because of my reaction. I threw my phone on the living room floor and all but jumped on him. “What are you doing here?!?” I asked very excited to see him. “I wanted to see you for your birthday. Why else?” He explained laughing at how excited I was. “Well have fun when my son sees you. He loves you.” “He has good taste.” He said with a cute smile. Luckily JD and Cheyenne were in their rooms playing, so Nick and I curled up on the couch and put on some movie. “I still cant believe that you are here. You are too sweet. I knew you had something up your sleeve when you asked for my address.” I said as I laid my head down on his thigh. About that time my kids came out to ask me something and they stopped in their tracks. If they would have been car they would have left skid marks, they stopped that fast. JD looked at me with a crazy look on his face and asked “Is that Dolph Ziggler?” “Hi JD. Yes I am Dolph, but my name is Nick.” Nick replied as my son walked up and gave him a hug. Nick, JD and Cheyenne all sat there, on the floor, talking and playing around for over an hour, leaving me by myself on the couch. It was so sweet, he was letting the kids both crawl all over him and try to wrestle him.
