So this is based off of Owens vs. Zayn 1 at NXT TakeOver: Rival and basically follows Sami's road to redemption/revenge and finally kicking Kevin's ass. I have no clue why I'm obsessed with the idea of wrestlers as parents, but I just think Sami would be great dad. I'm not alone, right? Anyways, please give me any and all feedback either in review form or you can pm me. Thanks!

She had spent the majority of the match with her eyes closed. This was a huge match for her husband, going up against his best friend for the NXT Championship. But this wasn't a good hearted match between friends and she was regretting having flown down to Florida with their son to see the match live. The poor boy couldn't even bring himself to close his eyes to shield himself from watching his "Uncle Kevin" beat down his father as if they were never friends in the first place. He was just too shocked to look away.

In her opinion, the ref calling the match and saying that Sami was unable to continue was the best thing that could ever happen. He was stubborn, and having a head injury certainly wasn't helping. And that son of a bitch looked so proud of himself, which made her sick to her stomach. How could he be so cruel? Sami was always there for him when needed, and this was how Kevin repaid him for all the good he'd done? She just couldn't believe it.

"Mommy." The frightened voice of her son snapped her from her thoughts of how despicable Kevin was, and she looked down at him with her best attempt of a smile to let him know everything was fine. "Is Daddy going to be okay?"

"He's going to be fine." She assured, knowing that Sami would be fine. Maybe not tomorrow, but he would be fine in the end. He'd recover, he'd get better, he'd train harder, and he'd return to kick Kevin's ass and reclaim the NXT Championship. Because that was how he operated. "Wanna head to the back now so we can see him faster?"

"Yes please." He whispered, sliding his hand into his mother's and letting her guide him away. So many people were talking around them about Sami and Kevin, some were even praising Kevin for possibly ending Sami's career and that made her sick too. People were just sick, and she had to explain that to her son once they were in the lobby. "Mom, they were-"

"I know, honey." She spoke softly, kneeling down in front of him and smoothing down his Sami Zayn tshirt. "Some people are sick and say things like that without realizing that there are young fans like you who look up to Sami and are upset by this. But its okay, because he's fine."

"He is?"

"He will be." She whispered, kissing her son's forehead with a smile. He tried his best to smile for her, but she wasn't going to be hurt by this. She couldn't take much more emotional stress on this night. Tomorrow was another day and she'd take everything, but not tonight. "Let's go see him."

The adventure backstage was something that she had to carry her son through. Everyone was rushing about everywhere, trying to avoid Kevin but at the same time trying to get some update on Sami and she hated seeing all the sympathetic stares in their direction. It wasn't anything that she wanted right now. It took a few minutes, but they made it to the trainers room and she was stopped from going in by Triple H. She'd met him on a couple occasions and was happy to see him here, but she was more concerned with her husband.

"Where is he?"

"They're taking him to a local medical facility. I sent somebody out there to collect you guys, but you must've left before they could get to you. The ambulance just left and-"

"Where are they taking him?" She asked, obviously growing more frantic with every moment that passed by where she was away from her injured husband. Hunter had only been able to get out the name of the hospital before she and her son were out the door and headed for the car. She wasn't pleased at all to hear that the ambulance had left without them, but she knew that it was for the best that she take the car to the hospital so she could drive Sami home to the apartment that he stayed at when he was in Orlando for work.

"Mommy, Daddy is gonna be okay right?"

"Of course, sweetie." Was her instant response as she drove, generic response to a child by their parent when they weren't sure of what to say but didn't want to further concern their child. She couldn't let Stevie worry himself too much about his father, because Sami was going to be fine. Besides, a child shouldn't spend their days worrying themselves about their parents and their health. That wasn't how childhood should be spent.

"You're going to make him take a couple days off, right?"

"You know I am."

He was up and ready to go by sunrise. He knew that he shouldn't have been getting so active when his body screamed at him on his way out of bed. Kevin, that dick, had done a number on him and he hated that his best friend, of all people, had the nerve to hurt him like that. He hated more that his, now ex, best friend had the nerve to do that to him when he knew that his wife and son were in the audience.

Kevin was family to him. A brother to him and his wife, an uncle to his son, and he threw all that away and for what? A championship? He understood why, because that was his reason for chasing the NXT Championship. Having a championship meant having a better paycheck, and a better paycheck meant a better life for his family. He understood that. But Kevin didn't have to go about it that way. Kevin didn't have to betray him in front of his wife and son, and he certainly didn't have to beat him down like that to the point where he couldn't continue. There was a line between a "wrestling match" and a "back alley mugging", and Kevin crossed that line far beyond the point of no return.

Which is why he had to be up and moving. He had to get into fighting shape as soon as possible. He had to. If not for himself and his pride, but for his wife and son. He had to show his wife that he was actually okay and he needed to show his son how a man handles business, not a coward. Lucky for him, his son understood why "Uncle Kevin" wasn't going to be around as often. His son was actually upset by Kevin's actions last night at TakeOver: Rival to the point where he requested that every picture of Kevin that was hung in their home be taken down. It was something that he and his wife agreed to without questioning, but it hurt him to do so and he knew that it hurt her too.

This was why he had to get back to training. He had to be stronger, faster, just all around better than he ever was. He had to kick Kevin's ass and show him how a real man took care of his family. He had to.

"Where are you going?" The tired mumbling of his wife had him freezing in the doorway before slowly turning to face her. She was sitting up, brown hair a mess from sleeping, and rubbing at her eyes. Just seeing her so tired from them being at the hospital for so long after his match had him feeling so guilty and even more upset with fucking Kevin for doing this to him and his family. "Sami, you weren't going to work out were you?"

"Of course not. I was just going to go start breakfast." He lied, not wanting to upset the love of his life and the mother of his child. There was no way she'd let him go out to push his body so soon after such a brutal match. It was because she loved him and he appreciated it to no end, but sometimes he just wished that she'd enable his destructive habits like she used to. "Eggs and bacon? Or maybe sausage?"

"You're lying to me Sami."

"I made a change of plans, that's not lying." He covered, smiling sheepishly when she looked at him with a look nothing short of unimpressed. He watched from the doorway, not at all daring himself to move, as she slid out of bed and went to their closet. She pulled on some pants and tied her tshirt, one of his merch shirts, in the back to be tighter around her body before she grabbed her hair tie and pulled her hair back. He placed his hands on the door frames, blocking her path with a smile while she placed her hands on his chest. He could feel the warmth of her hands through the shirt he was wearing and silently begged her to let him do something. He knew in his gut that she wouldn't but he had to at least try. He couldn't give up on his first day on his road to recovery. He had to fight every battle and not give in just because his wife had the most adorable pout in the world.

"No." Was all she whispered at first, answering his unspoken question while her bright green eyes betrayed just how worried she was about him. He hated seeing that look in her eyes, and he hated Kevin more for being the reason why she was so worried about him. "Sami, that prick beat you down to the point where the ref had to stop the match and we spent four hours in the hospital. You need to spend today resting; not cooking, not cleaning, and certainly not working out."

"But-"

"Sami, please."

It was silent between them for a moment, their eyes watching each other closely. In the ten years that they had been together she had always had a hold over him. Even in his most stubborn moments, all she had to do was pout up at him and make him feel how worried she was about his well being and he just gave in. He'd tried multiple times in the past to have that not be the case, but he always folded and gave in to her request and today would be no different despite the fact that he tried his damnedest to not fall victim.

His surrender came in the form of him sighing before kissing her forehead, whispering to her words of apology in French before gently taking her face in his hands. She saw the desperation in his eyes and, as much as she really hated seeing him upset and wanted to let him do things, she couldn't. Not when he was this hurt. She knew that she had seen him in physical conditions much worse than this, but this was something that he needed to recover from not just physically, but mentally and emotionally as well. He'd never been torn apart physically, mentally, and emotionally all in the same night by the same person, so this was a brand new battle for the two of them.

"To the bed with you." She demanded, smiling when he actually complied without complaint. He took his shirt, shoes, and socks off before getting himself comfortable in their bed and she took off her yoga pants before joining him. He head made gentle contact with his chest as she got comfortable beside him and Sami couldn't help but smile a bit as he held her close to him. "At least until the little one wakes up. Then you can go on couch rest while I take care of you."

"Nursing me back to health?"

"Something like that." She murmured, kissing his chest over his heartbeat before settling down and shutting her eyes. "Talk me through what you're thinking, Sami."

"I don't think you really want to know."

"I do. I need to know because I'm your wife and the one person who you can trust with this sensitive information." He knew her eyes were still closed, because she did everything easier with her eyes closed. Thinking was easier for her and he needed this conversation to be as easy on them as possible. "Talk to me, Sam."

"I just, fuck... I wish I knew why. Why did he feel the need to do this to me? To us? To Stevie? That's his godson, and he had to do what he did to me last night with both of our families sitting in the audience? The fucking nerve." Sami ranted, holding his wife just a bit tighter as all the emotions from last night resurfaced. Tears stung at those dark eyes and he tried so hard to not give away the fact that he was ready to start crying. He didn't want her worrying about him too much, especially after they spent so long in the hospital. "Why the fuck would he do this tome me? I've- I've-"

"Oh Sami," She whispered, sitting up and pulling him up with her for a hug. She held him tightly in her arms, letting him rest his head on her chest while he cried. "None of this is your fault. You've been nothing but there for that prick, and he turned on you in the most malicious way possible and didn't even tell you why. Just relax, alright, and focus on getting better so that you can go back and kick his ass and make him pay for what he did to you."

"And you." Sami added, closing his eyes when she started petting his head as they slowly rocked back and forth. "I'm not going back to work for a while."

"Take as much time as you need. The last thing I want is you going into a fight injured."

"A couple months at the least. But I need to go to the Performance Center, talk to the docs and see just how bad it really is." He informed, and he knew that she was nodding her understanding before she kissed the top of his head.

"We can head over there after breakfast." She decided, carding her fingers through his hair while trying to figure out just where his head was really at. He tended to let his mind wander when he was bothered by something, and she had spent years exhausting herself while trying to figure it out but she still hadn't given up on trying.

"Eggs and bacon with some coffee sounds really nice." Sami muttered, wrapping his arms around his wife as tightly as he could without hurting her or himself. "I just want to spend the day with you guys. I know you guys have plans and shit that you'd like to do together because usually when you're here I have to be there working and-"

"Sounds good to me." She whispered to cut off his tired rambling, smiling when she heard him yawn into her shirt. "You need to get some sleep, babe."

"I know, mon amour." He murmured, rubbing her back as she kissed the top of his head. "Thank you for being here and-"

"And doing my job as your wife? I signed up for this, babe, and I've been doing it without complaint since we met."

"But still..." He muttered, wiping at his eyes as he pulled away so he could look her in the eye. She hated seeing him like this, but she was glad that she was here to pick up the pieces of his shattered heart and spirit. Next time she saw Kevin she'd- "Katie please stop murdering that asshole in your head."

"You know me too well." She spoke with a small smile, cupping his bearded cheek before pecking his lips. "Now, bedtime."

"I still feel like thanking you is necessary."

"No need to thank me, Sami." She whispered, kissing his forehead before forcing him to lay down. "But I would love for you to take some time off and come home with Stevie and I. I know you just said that you would, but you can be wishy-washy when you've got a head injury and I just want to be certain that you understand that you've got no choice in this."

"And I will go home. We can buy the plane tickets and everything once I'm done at the performance center. I know Regal would be happy to give me the time off after last night's events."

"Good. I wouldn't want to have to go in there and make demands." She spoke with a smile, laying her head on his chest and resting her hand over his heart. His heartbeat was her constant reminder that she wasn't living in some twisted dream.

"They don't need to know how bitchy you can be when you're trying to protect me." He laughed, smoothing a hand down her head and gently patting her cheek. "Go to bed."

"Shut up, Sami."