Broken (Completed)

Chapter 11

"Well, well. Look who's finally risen from the dead. Welcome back to the group, Paige. I've missed that lovely British accent." I rolled my eyes at Dean as I sat at the table with him. I looked over at the line where Phil and April stood. I stared at their hands which were held on tight to each other's as I asked, "How are the lovebirds?" Dean shrugged looking at them, "They like reminding me of how single I am." "It's all overrated. Romance I mean. Flowers, heart shaped candy, affection for one another, we're all just gonna die in the end anyway, what's the point?" He laughed and said, "Well I'm not one to turn down affection in public though. Making out, groping, lip biting-" "Bloody hell, Ambrose."

We laughed together as I shoved him playfully. Dean regained control of his laughter and shook his head, "You wouldn't complain if it were you and AJ." I glared at him, "I wish you wouldn't just assume that I like April or something. We're just friends." "Your actions say differently." I suddenly twisted his arm and had his face pressed against the table in front of us, "What do you know?" I growled in his ear. But Dean being, well Dean, he just laughed off the pain I'd put him in, "I like it rough, Saraya." "Seriously, I've had enough of assholes. What do you know?" "AJ told me you two kissed. I hate that I missed it." I grabbed him by his shaggy head and pulled his face next to mine staring at him, "Does Phil know?" Ambrose smirked, "No." "Dean I swear-" "I'm serious."

I let him go and gazed around Starbucks to see if anyone noticed. No one did luckily. Phil and April were to busy ordering to notice so I looked at Dean, "What'd she say?" "Just that you two had a few too many drinks and that you kissed her and she found herself kissing you back. Jesus, you're strong. You ever think about becoming WWE champion? You'd honestly beat Brock Lesnar for the belt." "Focus. What else did she say?" "All she said was that she was officially confused about her feelings now." Confused? That's it? She doesn't know confused, I'm more confused than anyone in this situation.

I started to ask another question but was interrupted by, "I am so glad that you have decided to grace us with your presence, Saraya." I watched the lovebirds sit down and looked at Phil weirdly, "You're up to something. Why so formal, Phillip?" "We have big news." Oh god. She's pregnant. God dammit. Now this gets even more twisted. Great, just great. I grabbed one of the coffees they ordered and drank it down without even asking if it were mine or not. What the fuck is this shit? I spat it out, "Jesus Christ. What the hell is that?" They all laughed as Ambrose said, "Decaf. That one was mine."

"Yuck. That was god awful. Here." I handed it to him as everyone continued laughing. AJ handed me the one that was next to it, "Yours. It's French Vanilla, your favorite." I smiled. Only AJ Lee would know my favorite because she just gets it and gets it right every time. She smiled back a little then Phil shook his head, "I don't know how you do it, Ape. You always seem to know what she wants." "What girl doesn't like French Vanilla? I mean come on," Aj smirked. I drank mine but I almost spit that one up. Not because of the coffee, it was delicious, but because she wrapped her arm around Phil's. This is why I've been avoiding her...those two. They're disgustingly cute.

"What's the news?" Dean asked. "Well. I've been discussing it over with April for quite sometime now and after some long hours of convincing, we have finally agreed that UFC is the best route for me." Thank God she's not pregnant. My life would've been over. "I officially don't understand you. You griped and complained about how much pain you were in during WWE so your solution is to join UFC? Way to go, Phil." Dean said. I glared at Dean, "Don't jump on him. If Phil wants to join UFC, he can." Phil smiled nodding, "I knew she'd be the supportive one. That makes two out of the three of you. In your face, Ambrose."

Dean shrugged,"I'm happy for you and all but UFC is kind of...I don't know. It's pretty brutal." Phil squinted, "This coming from the man who use to wrestle death matches for the hell of it." "That's different." "How the fuck is that different? You'd wrestle with knives, chainsaws, and who knows what else but I can't wrestle mixed martial arts. Explain how that's any worse than what you did." "Guys!" I shouted. Everyone got quiet and I looked at April, "Please, please. Let the queen speak. April, how do you feel about joining UFC?" The boys and I turned to Aj while she just shrugged. "A shrug isn't gonna cut it," I replied. She glanced at her husband then sighed, "Honestly?"

We all nodded and AJ leaned in close, "Well....I can't say I love it but-" "Ha!" Dean pointed to Phil. I growled, "If one more person interrupts Ape, I'm connecting a Paige Turner right here in the middle of Starbucks. Think I won't?" Aj smiled, "Aww, Saraya. Thank you." I raised my coffee toward her, "Please continue, your royal highness." Aj continued, "I'm not exactly thrilled about UFC for you Phil but I'm not going to hold you back from it. I'm your wife and as a wife, I must support your decisions even if that means I don't necessarily agree with them. I know that UFC is something you've wanted to do for awhile and you've been training extensively to do it. I'll support you no matter what because that's what being in love is about."

Phil smiled at his wife and kissed her sweetly. My stomach tossed and turned into a knot. These two, I swear. Dean rolled his eyes noticing the grimace that came from me. This Ambrose guy knows way too much for his own good. Well, at least he didn't hold it over my head like Colby is doing. Thank goodness. "So, is that it? You're going to UFC?" Dean asked. Phil and April continued to smile at one another as he said, "Well there is one more thing." "Oh really? What's that?" "You tell them, Ape." Phil said. I glanced between them, "Tell us what?" AJ turned to Ambrose and I with a huge smile on her face, "Phil and I are going to try for a baby."

You know that feeling? When your heart feels like it's been ripped from your chest? Yeah well, it isn't pretty. That moment, as happy as Phil and April's moment should've been, was anything but for me. My reaction didn't help it either. Dean immediately said, "Whoa." But my reaction is what set the mood at the table. I stood up kicking my chair backwards and I'm pretty sure it flipped over but I didn't care. I shouted in frustration, "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!!!? SERIOUSLY!? WOULDN'T IT BE EASIER TO JUST BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF ME!? BLOODY HELL!"

I grabbed my cup of coffee and stormed out of Starbucks refusing to stick around any longer. This is bullshit.