Unexplainable [Original Version]

[chapter sixty-three: "quality time"]

Chapter 63: "Quality Time"
Jolene Milford's POV

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I stretch my legs out and rest my feet on Kev's coffee table, just to make myself comfortable. It's a cold night here in Michigan, but I'm not complaining. Earlier today, our plane touched down and we've just been lounging around ever since. Really, it's been nice.

With all of the creative mumbo-jumbo that Kev has had to take care of as late, I feel like we haven't really had as much time to relax as we should. I'm proud of my love, but I can tell that all of this is taking its toll on him.

Even now, as I look over at Kev in the kitchen, I can tell he's tired. It's not the usual, 'I'm a wrestler and I put my body through a lot of shit' tired, it's more than that. Having to help book a wrestling promotion isn't an easy task by any means, and I'm sure having the intelligent duo of Eric Bischoff and Vince Russo doesn't help.

Kev doesn't complain about the work all that much. He mocks the stupid shit that happens in the meetings, and the idiotic decisions that are made there, but he never bitches about the job itself. He pretty much just takes the shit because he has to.

Once he's filled a couple of wine glasses up, Kev comes back into the living room. He passes me a glass before sitting down beside of me on the couch. Kev drapes his left arm across my shoulder while holding his wine out to me for a toast.

We clink glasses and then grin at each other. I swear, this man can make my heart stop just by looking at me.

After Kev and I down some of our wine, I sit my glass on the coffee table and lean into his side. I wrap one of my arms around his waist as I rest my cheek against his side. The arm that Kev has draped across me raises up, so that he can gently stroke my hair.

This is nice. This is the kind of quality time that I hold so dearly in my heart. It's just me, the love of my life, and a moment of peace.

What more could I ask for?

But of course, all good things must come to an end. When I lean up off of Kev's side and light up the cigarette that I had been keeping behind my ear, we start talking about wrestling.

"You know how I told you we came up with some crazy plans at the small meeting we had this morning?" Kev asks as I take a drag.

Honestly, it had slipped my mind.

"Vaguely." I admit as I grab my ashtray and place it in my lap. "To be fair, I was pretty much asleep when we left the hotel this morning."

Kev nods and I take another puff. "Well, it just crossed my mind again and I think you'll want to hear our big plans for Starcade."

I instantly perk up. Starcade is our equivalent of Wrestlemania, and if something big is happening, I'm excited to know what it is.

"How big are we talking?" I question. I scoot over just a bit, so that I can rest my back on the arm of the couch. I cross my legs on the couch, and Kev rests his hand on my knee.

"Well, there's going to be some shit happening in my match with Bill." Kev starts off. "You're probably going to laugh, but I think you'll love it."