''Hey there" AJ smiled a little as he entered his and Trish's bedroom. She was sitting on the bed in half lottus pose watching some telecast as he came near the bed, bended down a little and placed a kiss on her lips.

"How was it?" she asked as he put his bag on the chair.

"How was what?" he asked with almost no interest, even tough he knew what she was talking about. Maybe he was just trying to get some extra time to think of some correct answer(?) He hated lying to her, even when that lie was innocent.

"Your training." she nervously switched the TV channel.

"Oh, it was good." AJ nodded taking off his sweaty shirt. "Nothing special, as I already told you. I don't want to bother you with the details." he stood in front of the mirror, which was hanging on the door of their wardrobe.

"Nothing, that has to do something with you, bothers me." she smiled a bit raising from the bed and hugging him from behind. He smiled as she started playing with his abs and chest muscles, her fingers softly sliding through his curves, through the small grooves between his muscles. Trish started putting butterfly kisses on his neck, as he closed his eyes enjoying her touch, before another sexy smile started playing on his lips.

"I didn't have a chance to take a shower in the gym. I'm all sweaty, you're gonna get dirty." he smirked as her fingers softly touched his nipple.

"Don't care" she responded between kisses.

"Is that so?" he raised his eyebrow turning around. He placed his wide palms on her torso as she, in response wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Uh-huh" she smiled as their lips tangled in a passionate kiss. . . Their kisses were always passionate - they didn't know any other way around it.

"You ok?" AJ asked trying to catch his breath, when they moved apart, their foreheads, however, still pressed against each other.

"Why shouldn't I be?" Trish giggled.

"Taryn said you felt a bit bad and went to take some rest, but as far as I see, you don't look like you need or want rest." he explained, a sexy smile once again finding it's way on his lips. She offered him a weak grin as well, wanting to play it off cool. Trish moved away from him a little, which he found weird and unexpected. Truth is, she didn't even want to remember another presentiment of hers - it would immediately ruin her mood. And why did he have to start talking about it???

"I'm good." she nodded a bit as he raised his eyebrow, seeing that she's obviously lying. She was the type of a person, that just didn't know how to lie. And he wasn't buying her smile or her words - he trusted her body language more.

"No, you ain't." he shook his head a bit disappointed. Moments before, he thought that. . . he had hopes, that they would. . . you know. . . that she would help him continuing his work out, and now. . . Something was bothering her, and he wanted to know what was it. It could be a little trifle or the problem bigger than the world itself, he didn't care - he hated everyone and everything that would make her smile fake. So what now? "What's bothering you?"

"If you know when I'm good and when I'm not better than myself, than why are you even bothering asking?" she asked sounding a bit more annoyed than she intended to. She hated the fact, that he could read her like an open book. And at the meantime she loved that.

AJ collapsed on the bed, putting his hands beneath his head, his eyes never leaving her. He watched her as she stood in front of the mirror, fixing her perfectly fixed blonde locks, just so she could take up doing something. He smiled as he noticed her biting her bottom lip, her slim eyebrows frowning a bit. He adored that face expression, that made her look like a sweat school girl, who did something bad. He thank God, or his genes, or himself or whoever, for his self control, that stopped him from making something not-so-good involving her as well. "Why are you so nervous?" he smiled causing her roll her eyes.

"Why are you so relaxed?" she responded with a question only to hear his soft laugh from behind.

"Why shouldn't I be?" he kept enjoying psychologically pressing her into the corner.

"I don't know, maybe because Sunday's coming?" she responded as his smile slowly disappeared from his face.

"Don't change the topic, babe." he shook his head a bit. "You rather talk about something, that hurts you so much, instead of telling me what little problems do you have now?"

"Of course. You're the only one who has privilege to have big problems." she mumbled angrily. "And then you tell me that feminist movements were stupid?"

"Here we go again." he smiled once more. "You know, you're getting good at the whole 'changing the topic' thing." she rolled her eyes not paying attention to his 'compliment'. What were they discussing about in the first place? "Can I ask you something?"

"Honey, you can ask me anything, but that doesn't mean already that I'm gonna answer." she smirked as he gave her a wink, tough he still couldn't hide the little nervousness, that was written all over his face.

That nervousness got even bigger, when her face got pale after he asked her his question. "Why did you and Brock broke up?"

"I can't believe you're starting this shit all over again!" Stacy rolled her eyes angrily putting a little pile of shirts in the commode's drawer. "We discussed about it billions of times, John! I love my sisters and I want to live with them, what's the problem? Evan bothers you? He spends all the time with Tar, who's rarely ever at home. Or maybe it's AJ? We barely see him, because he's too taken up with wrestling, and when he's not training, he's with Trish. Everyone in this house has their lives, everyone's busy with something, so I'm not buying that crap about some stupid personal space." she angrily practically threw the clothes to the drawer, her hands shaking from annoyance and nervousness.

"If you would be kind enough to listen to me, maybe you'd understand where I'm getting at." John responded angrily. He was sitting on the verge of the bed, his elbows lying on his knees, wringing his hands. Why did she have to be so unbearable and difficult? PMS? Marriage syndrome?

"Oh, I know where you're getting at." she turned around facing him. "You're getting at your old apartment, but I'm not going with you."

"We're not in a fucking high school anymore." he hissed. "We're married Stacy, it's time to take responsibility of our futures."

"I know very well what I want from my future." she responded getting another pile of clothes from the suitcase and putting it in the drawer.

"But we made an agreement!" he shouted out, scaring her a bit, but at the moment, he didn't care. "I agreed to live with you, your sisters and their boyfriends in this house. I'm thankful for that. Life in some hotel would have sucked, I had much fun in this house. Everything was cool. But now my home repair is done. Everything in there is new and ready to be used. Why can't we live in our own house just as normal, usual and boring typical married couples?"

"I understand what you're saying, John." Stacy let out a deep, tired breath before sitting besides him on the bed. "And maybe you're right." she shrugged her shoulders."But. . . "

"But?"

". . . but this house is so special to me." her eyes slowly started watering. "There's so many memories, so many happy moments spent in here. With my parents, with my sisters. . . With my all family. After mom and dad died in that car crash," John took her hand in his for comfort. "and my grandma, rest in peace, got our custody, I, since I'm the oldest one of the three, I still felt that it's my responsibility to take care of Tar and T. I remember how proud I were when Trish finished school with the best marks. I'm only few years older than her, but I acted like protective, excited mother." she smiled a bit, her eyes still watering. "And I remember how worried I were when Taryn went to her first date. I was not myself for whole evening!"

"That is something I admire you for." John confessed softly stroking the smooth skin of her hand.

"Some not so pleasant moments lead me here too." Stacy continued brushing the escaped tear from her cheek. "When Taryn found out, that her fool of a boyfriend was cheating on her with some skank, she was so hurt. And I was there. Stroking her hair all night long. In this same bed, John." she patted the mattress. "And to think, she doesn't even remember his name anymore." she smiled slowly shaking her head, like talking about some new prank of a child.

"For good." John added also smiling.

"I also remember when Trish joined the institute of medicine and had to go to that morgue. To watch the autopsy. They were furrowing a 17 year old guy, who committed suicide." Stacy shook her head. "You know how sensitive Trish is, she was very emotionally broken. It was a very rainy day, there were many lightnings, and even though she came back home like 3 or 4 o'clock, she immediately went to her bedroom to take some rest. And I went after her. I sat on the sofa and started reading some book, taking a look at her like every 10 minutes. I just wanted to be there everytime she would wake up, thanks to a nightmare." Stace shook her head a bit more as John was carefully watching her. "It happened in that bedroom," she pointed to the left wall. "where she's in with AJ at the moment."

"I get your point, Stacy." John reluctantly admitted.

"And I get yours." she responded. "But I don't think I'm ready to leave this house."

"You're not ready to leave your sisters." John corrected her standing up. Stacy bit her bottom lip. "Taryn's 22. Trish's 25. Don't you think that they're ready to take care of themselves? With a little help from Allen and Evan?"

"Well yeah, but. . . "

"They're grown women, sweetie." John cut her off, wanting to finish his point. "And don't try to make me feel like some evil bastard, who wants to separate three sisters from one another. We could live in my house, and you could still go see them every damn day."

"John. . . "

"And as for your previous point, you got it all wrong." he continued. "I have no problems with AJ, he's a quiet, smart and tough guy. He knows what he's doing and he's good at what he's doing. I respect him for that, I respect him for going for the very best in his career. I like him as a person. And Evan. . . yeah, well not everybody wants to be called by his childhood nickname instead of his real name. . . that is different to say least. . . but that guy is a genius in a lightening the mood category. All in all, they ain't the problem. I just want to give you what you deserve. I always thought that every husband's number one responsibility is to buy a house for his wife. And you're my wife, Stacy."

"I promise to think about it." Stacy agreed standing up.

"That's all I'm asking." John smiled a bit, before placing a gently kiss on her lips.