WWE Prompt One Shots

Dean Ambrose #15

My finger hovered over the button, weighing up the choices. His contact name was screaming at me to call.

My body shook, but with a draw of breath I pressed dial, holding the phone up to my ear.

After just three rings the familiar voice spoke on the other end of the line. "Hey baby." The soft murmurs instantly soothes me. "How are you doing?"

"I'm doing good. I was just wondering when will you be home?" He let out a sigh, as I pictured him rolling his eyes.

"There's still a couple of weeks to go yet," he said, a lot calmer than he had spoken moments ago.

"I miss you," I whispered, ignoring the hot tear running down my cheek.

"I know, and I miss you too. Just hold on won't you for me." I nodded, although he couldn't see.

"I will." I sniffed back a couple of follow up tears, hoping Dean wouldn't notice.

"Be strong. I need to go baby, but I love you!" I hummed, struggling to piece those three words together.

"Love you too," I replied, quickly hanging the phone up before I even had to sit and listen to him draw another breath.