Who Do You Love - Dean Ambrose

The Booby Prize

After our lunch date, Hunter had left town and flown straight back to Connecticut on what I assumed were his wife's orders. It was kind of surreal being left alone after such a monumental event but fortunately I had my trusty phone with me and two people in particular I had to share the details with. As it turned out, their respective lines of questioning could not have been more different.

"Where did you go? What car did he drive? Did he mention your mom at all?"

Those had been from Kelly.

"Are you alright? How was it? Did he upset you?"

Those concerns had been all Dean's and the fact that he was worried about how I was had made me tingle right down into my toes. How was it possible that I had gone from no men in my life to suddenly having two that wanted to look out for me? I wondered if my mom could see. She would have liked that I was so well protected.

Most of all, she would have liked Dean.

For the rest of the day I was on a natural high and thanks to a frankly excellent night's sleep, that chirpiness carried through right into the morning, buoyed by one very salient fact. That evening was the first of the weekend's House Shows and so Dean would be arriving sometime that afternoon. My heart essentially sang with the knowledge and I bit down a giggle, grabbed my book and headed poolside. I honestly couldn't wait to see him again. Did he feel the same? Was he this excited? Probably not. After all, he was a man. My phone pinged briskly and I checked it,

We're an hour away.

I positively squeaked as the elevator hit the lobby and the businessman I had been travelling with looked at me and heaved a sigh. I was really going to have to stop acting like a teenager. Clearly it was not a very good look.

The pool was a glittering kidney-shaped offering, sitting in the open-aired middle of the complex and half-shaded by the height of the building itself. As a native Wisconsinite – and therefore being a vampire – the lounger I chose had a mixture of both, with just enough glare to require my sunglasses but not enough to need gallons of lotion rubbed on. Sitting back with a sigh, I opened my book up and tried to immerse myself in the words. It was something I had read about a million times before and I had brought it along because it usually kept me calm, but suddenly, not even literature was working and so I gave up having read the same paragraph several times. Was it Dean or Hunter who had thrown me so completely? Probably my father but I couldn't rule out Dean.

Instead I sighed and picked my phone up,

How are you feeling? Have you got Brent to cave?

Kelly text back in less than a minute,

No but I'm pulling out all the stops tonight. I've just bought some sexy pregnancy lingerie.

Is that really a thing?

The picture she sent me told that it was indeed and I grinned.

Well, if that doesn't do the trick…

If it doesn't I'm going to have an affair. Might fly out to see you…I mean Dean.

My mind briefly drifted back to the picture and his stomach and his hip bones and his abs.

Hands off, he's mine.