Who Do You Love - Dean Ambrose

The Big Cheese

Instead of flying out early to the House Shows – as had become my usual routine – in the aftermath of what had happened Hunter and Stephanie asked me to hang back with them so we could have lunch together in some up-market hotel. Fortunately for Dean the spot they had chosen for our meal was opposite a rustic-looking little bar and so he gladly installed himself on a stool there and settled in to patiently await my return.

"Don't get too drunk," I warned him grinning as he looped his arms around my waist.

"How about we make a deal? I don't get too drunk and you don't get too chatty."

I scoffed at him,

"Me? Please. When do I get too chatty?"

His kissed me deeply,

"All the fuckin' time."

Since the whole car-burning For Laurenfiasco, he had again been unwilling to let me out of his sight and although I was only going to be directly across from him, I couldn't ignore the way he was holding my hips tight.

"I wish you could come with me."

He grinned,

"Oh yeah, I bet Daddy Hunter would fuckin' love that – his lunatic hound and his beautiful daughter tellin' him they're screwin' around."

"So that's what we're doing? Screwing around, huh?"

I leaned in against him and lightly twisted his nipple but despite my attempted punishment, Dean only smiled,

"Does that mean I get to do that too?"

I batted his hand down,

"Not here you don't."

Given that he still hadn't found his cell phone – not at the arena, not in the room – we agreed that I would come and get him when I was finished and we would hide in the bar until Hunter and Stephanie were gone. Our flight wasn't until much later in the evening and so it wasn't like we were in a rush. Technically Dean wasn't even supposed to be there – he was meant to be home in Vegas enjoying the sun. I was glad he was with me though, ridiculously glad, especially when he gave me a kiss and patted my behind,

"Go on, have fun."

Actually I intended to.

Okay, well maybe not have fun but at the very least I was hoping for a nice relaxing meal which was more than I would have dreamed of two weeks ago. The way my relationship with Hunter had flourished – and that was before we even talked about Steph – was almost mind bogglingly, fantastically brilliant and so far from being nervous about being there, I was actually looking forward to my first family meal.

As I had expected the restaurant was fancy, with a monogrammed carpet and servers with white gloves. It was a marked step-up from the little Italian that Hunter had taken me to after we'd found out the results and as one of the waiters led me over to our table, I desperately tried to work out why that was.

Were Hunter and Stephanie trying to impress me?

Maybe they had some shares in the place?