Stitches

DISCLAIMER: I, UNFORTUNATELY, DO NOT OWN THE WWE OR DEAN AMBROSE AND SETH ROLLINS.  IF I DID I WOULD NEVER LEAVE MY HOUSE AND THE WWE WOULD NOT BE PG.

 

I was laying on my back in the trainers room and the doc was looking at my face.  “You need a few stitches,”  I just rolled my eyes, I knew that.  There was a gash on my face for crying out loud!

 

“Well then sew me up, I’ve got things to do.”  I leaned my head back.

 

“What, you got something sappy to do?”  I rolled my eyes again at Roman’s voice.

 

“I’m not sappy.”  I shut my eyes as the local anesthetic was put in my cheek.

 

“Dude it’s your anniversary, you have every right to be sappy.”  Roman say on the table across from me.  

 

“So, you planning anything?”

 

“I might have something in the works.”  I answered.

 

Three stitches later I walked with Roman to the locker room that I was sharing with the Authority.  I opened the door and a flash of blonde and brown was at me.

 

“Dean, I hurt you.”  His fingers brushed where the stitches were on my cheek.

 

I cast a quick look around and saw the bosses sitting on the couch.  Orton was talking on his cell and Kane was reading a book.

 

“I’m fine baby,” I caught his hand and pulled it away from my cheek.  “The doc did say that he wanted me to rest and take it easy though.  So I’m going to head to the hotel.”

 

“I’d suggest it.”  Hunter looked up from the papers he and Stephanie were looking at.

 

Seth left me to grab my bag and handed it to me,  “I’ll see you back at the hotel baby, don’t have too much fun beating on Cena and Ro’”  I walked out the room and arena, catching a cab to the hotel.

 

I walked into the room and found the bag that I had asked for in the middle of the bed.  How Bryan’s wife got in without a key, I didn’t know.  I smiled as I pulled out the bottle of Jack and a couple of bottles of Coke.  We weren’t wine or champagne guys.   I grabbed the two candles one black and one white, opposites like us.  Okay, maybe I could be sappy and sentimental.

 

I pulled the sheets down to the bottom of the bed leaving only the fitted sheet exposed, I was getting laid either way.  Looking at the time, I realized that I didn’t have that much left.  I called down to the desk and ordered a dessert, something chocolate that we both like.

 

I went back to the bag and pulled out the little vase that was in there.  Walking back to my bag I pulled out both of Seth’s presents, one bought and one hand made.  The handmade gift was a metal rose.  Made in my kitchen with a kitchen torch and a pair of plyers.  The rose part was spray painted red and rose oil put on the metal petals to give it a smell.  The leaves and stem left a bronze color.  His other gift went on the table next to the rose.  I went and lit the candles in the bedroom and checked the time again.