1: Longest Trip

May 2019

Fergal was performing on the European Tour for some Live Events, and the only good thing about it was being able to go to Bray County Wicklow Ireland for a few days after a show in Dublin. That meant his Fiance Dottie O'Connor getting to see Ireland for the first time, it also meant meeting his family and just taking in the sights.

The only problem was getting her there and seeing as airplanes weren't her favorite things, getting her across the Atlantic Ocean was a big deal. There was one thing he could think about to calm her as they waited in the busy airport Stateside. The noise alone was bothering her, and the crowds of people going on their various international trips, talking at once, and the sounds of planes taking off right outside the building, that was sending her into sensory overload.

"So, Cait is having a boy." Fergal turned Dottie so that she was facing him. "What do you think she and Colby will be naming him."

She shrugged. "Something family related. They've been going through names."

"Like what?"

"CJ, Colby Junior. I don't like that one." She scrunched up her face as she thought about it. "They said they wouldn't choose Ciara because I liked that name. Connor was thrown in there a few times, I think Kyle."

"What's Colby's middle name?"

"Daniel."

"Ah, Danny Boy. A lot of lads back home were named after that song. Danny Boy, Danny Boy." He hummed the rest of the song as he pushed Dottie's hair from her face. "That's as much as I got in me right now." Then he yawned, remembering to cover his mouth. "Daniel Colby Lopez?"

Dottie shrugged. "I guess. Do you have a Danny in your family?"

"A cousin Danielle but we don't talk all too much." He pressed her hair back.

She was still anxious, flying by planes and being on planes, or even in the vicinity of an airport, she was all sorts of antsy. Dottie hated everything about flights and she had a certain small bag that she would take with her on the plane.

"Do you have your bag?" He asked as he pulled her hair down around her ears, just doing something to keep her attention on her and not on him.

They had been processed and waited for their international flight. Several other superstars were nearby, those going on the European tour with them. Cesaro and a few others that were from Raw and some from SmackDown were there, some off in their own world or others plugged into their phones. The seats were filled, so Fergal and Dottie were standing off to the side of the seating area.

She started to pull at her hair, a sure sign that it wasn't going good for her.

"Stop that." He took her hands in his. "Remember, grab for me, not your hair."

"I can't help it. What if your nieces and nephews don't like me?"

"Aunt Dottie can fix anything, even stuffed animals." He kissed her knuckles. "Eoin and Ciaran are ecstatic to see you finally. They were a little annoyed that my sister got to meet you before them."

She started to bite her lip, and then Dottie lowered her head and pressed up against Fergal's shoulder. So Fergal did the only thing that he could, he wrapped his arms around her head, using his arms to block out all the sounds that were bothering her. No matter how strong she was standing in front of the crowds, she would get a stress headache and shut down.

Dottie was close to shutting down thanks to her anxiety over airplanes.

The man known as Cesaro cleared his throat. Fergal looked over at him. "Yeah?"

"Plane's loading up. Just wanted to let you know." Cesaro said and gave a little nod. He'd taken to speaking softly around Dottie.

"Thanks. Come on, Lovely, time to get on the plane. Grab your carry on bag and take my hand." He didn't mind having to carry her plane ticket, to give it to the woman at the gate.

Dottie seemed to calm down as she sat between him and the window, able to see out and having the ability to rest her head against the window. Even if Fergal was the middle seat, he didn't mind sitting there while holding his Lovely's hand.

By the time they landed in Dublin, Ireland it was night. The superstars were staying in a hotel together before starting to make appearances in the morning. Five hours of sleep was good enough for them at this point.

Fergal took his phone out and looked at the missed messages he had on their long flight. "Colby is on his way for the Tour."

"Really? I thought he was…" Dottie stopped as news reporters found the group of superstars and started their usual stuff of pictures and flying questions, as Dottie called it.

Flying questions were a bombardment of questions people asked at once and usually at her. Some wanted to know when the wedding was going to happen, there were others that she blatantly ignored by pressing her hands to her ears and then pressing her face into Fergal's shoulder.

And then like a moth to a flame, the other superstars on the tour started to swarm around them. Kevin Steen, Pam or Bayley, even some of the Raw superstars like Anderson and Gallows, just moved in around them, Triple H leading the way so that no one could bother Dottie. She looked up as they started moving, seeing the back of Gallows' bald head apparently had her loosen her grip on Fergal's arm.

Outside there was a bus that was waiting for everyone. Anderson helped with Dottie's things, putting the luggage in the below carriage while handing off Fergal's backpack and Dottie's personal bag for her fidgets and other things. Though she had calmed down thanks to the rosters pitching in and working as a blockade, Dottie was still silent as they got on the bus.

Her hand shook as Fergal had her sitting next to a window again. Even though it was pretty much black outside the window, it gave her a chance to decompress after the long flight. If she could see out and knew that he was there, she wouldn't be so freaked. Things like this were starting to become normal, a normal routine. As long as she was next to a window and able to see out and Fergal was with her, she did fine on long trips.

"We're almost out of here, Lovely." He murmured against her ear.

She reached over and took his hand, squeezing it as she rested her head against the window. More than likely the coolness was calming down the rising heat of anxiety in her head. He would know when she would get those stress headaches and there would be nothing he could do except help stop the sounds from hurting her head.

Triple H was on the phone with someone, probably doing late business calls thanks for overseeing the overseas tour. Trips had decided to come, being that this was the first time for Dottie being overseas herself. Sort of in father mode, he was just there to make sure that nothing happened. Thanks to him for leading the way out of the airport so that she didn't have a public freak out.

They were going to be in Ireland for a few shows, which meant that Dottie would be meeting a lot of his family while he was there. His Mam was going to pick them up at the hotel, drive down to Bray the night and come back during the day for the live appearances in a few places before heading to Belfast, Northern Ireland.

Dottie knew all of this, but she was still having quiet time when everyone disembarked off the bus at the hotel.

"You're spending some time with your family?" Triple H asked as everyone was getting their things off the undercarriage of the bus.

"Yes, my mother should be here soon with my dad."

Gallows placed Dottie's luggage next to her feet. "There you go, Sweetheart. I'm hitting the sack. Have fun with Devitt's family." He lightly touched Dottie on the back before walking off.

Kevin, Pam, and Anderson said their farewells as a white subcompact pulled in behind the bus at the hotel. His Dad got out of the driver's side and his Mom got out on the passenger side.

"Lovely, there's my other favorite girl." Fergal's Dad said as he approached.

Dottie was getting used to the hugs that came with his family. His sister, brothers and a lot of the children they came with were going to be waiting in Bray for them to arrive.

"Hi," Dottie mumbled, allowing for a one arm hug to Fintan and then to Leonie.

"Long flight?" Leonie rubbed Dottie's back. "Don't worry, you'll be going to bed soon enough. Come here, Fergal. Give your Mam a hug, too."

He was more than happy to do that. Though having to carry around the IC title seemed to give Dottie a purpose when Fintan and Fergal started loading up the car to head out to Bray. She sat with it in the back seat, hugging it as she rested her head against the headrest. Fergal got in and pulled Dottie under his arm, letting her head rest on his shoulder.

"I'll wake you when we get to my parents' place." He whispered against her hair.

She nodded and then closed her eyes.

All Fergal had to do was rest his cheek on top of her head, playing with her flaming red natural hair and listen to the silent rev of the car to know it was okay to sleep with his Lovely finally in Ireland since her birth.

It was just the start of her time in Ireland, and more to come with the various shows around Europe at the time.

There's the first part of this story. Got a few more ideas to work on but I wanted to get this out to you. Hope you enjoyed it and I'll be back when I can.