"Hey, wait for me here. I gotta piss."
Becky rolled her eyes, "Sometimes, I think we tell each other too much." He whined at her, in the middle of the terminal for the airport they had just arrived at. She sighed, and put her bags down, "I don't know why you need my permission."
He grinned cheekily at her, setting his stuff down next to her, "It's just so I don't lose you. You're kind of short." After he said this he pressed a quick kiss to her cheek and ran off to find the bathroom.
"There's barely anyone here!" She shouted after him to no avail. She sighed and looked around the small town airport. This was another one of Dean's shortcuts. They'd fly in to a small town and rent a car to drive to the city where RAW would be that night. It was a pretty sound plan, no unruly fans at these airports and the ones that did come were few and far between and more manageable. But it was also out of the way and whenever Dean suggested shortcuts, they usually didn't end too well for either of them. They'd get lost, or have some weird experience, or be late to the show. Becky didn't know why she kept agreeing to them. Dean was just a really good negotiator.
Becky adjusted her sunglasses on her eyes and yawned. She'd fallen asleep on the plane with her head on Dean's shoulder. Her neck was sore and she'd need to workout still tonight before RAW. She was going through this checklist in her mind when she heard some mumbling from nearby. She looked over and saw an adorable sight. A little girl, maybe four or five was standing facing her, with a little Dean Ambrose shirt on that was still way too big for her. She looked a little frightened, but the parents were urging her to move forward towards Becky.
Becky watched them for a few moments, but when the girl still looked too nervous and wouldn't budge, Becky decided to hopefully fix that. She took off her sunglasses and smiled at the little girl. She waved and the little girl looked behind her at her parents, who were now smiling encouragingly and she timidly waved back.
Becky moved forward and crouched down to the girl's height. She backed up into her parent's legs, but couldn't stop looking at Becky. Becky gave her an encouraging smile; she always loved the younger fans. This little girl was so cute in the little Ambrose Asylum shirt, she couldn't resist.
"Well, hi there. Wow, I love you shirt." Becky almost laughed as the girl looked down at her shirt, like she forgot which one she was wearing. "That's my favorite one of Dean's shirts."
The little girl perked up, she gave Becky a toothy grin, "Dean is the best!"
Becky smiled and nodded, "He really is, isn't he?" She winked at the little girl, who seemed more relaxed now. She giggled and stepped forward a little more.
Becky leaned forward and gave her a conspiratory smile; "I'll let you in on a secret. Dean is my favorite wrestler."
The little girl gasped, "He is? Are you friends?" Becky had to hold back a laugh at the little girl's enthusiasm, but before she could respond, her friend's gravelly voice came from behind her.
"I'm your favorite wrestler? Please tell me I can get that in writing." Becky rolled her eyes, what an ass. She turned and smiled at Dean nodding with her head towards the little girl who looked so star struck right now.
Dean bent down to the little girl's level and smiled, "Lookin' good, little lady."
The girl's eyes were blown wide, "You're Dean Ambrose."
Dean smirked while Becky smiled at the parents who looked like they were having a blast. "That's what they tell me. I love the shirt. Can I sign it for you?"
The little girl nodded excitedly, while Dean pulled a silver Sharpie that he always kept on him. Had to be prepared when all your merch was black. Becky smiled as the girl smiled and turned around to her parents when Dean was done. She was jumping excitedly and talking a mile a minute. Dean smiled at Becky who was looking at him proudly. She loved how good he was with the younger fans. It warmed her heart every time.
Dean and Becky shook hands with the parents one last time before beginning to walk off. Before they could get to far they heard the little girl cry out once more, "Wait!"
They turned back around and she ran up to Becky. She held her shirt out by the bottom, "Can you sign it too, please? Any friend of Dean's deserves to sign it."
She could feel Dean beaming from beside her as he pushed the Sharpie into her hand. Dean ruffled the little girl's curls, "Well looks like we got a junior Lass Kicker here too." The girl grinned and nodded. Becky was stunned for a bit, but smiled and bent down to sign her shirt. When it was all done she gasped, as her breath was almost knocked out of her body, when the girl hugged her, before watching her dart back to her parents and begin to walk away.
Dean helped her pick the bags up again, before continuing their trek out of the airport. He turned to her, "Told you the short cut is always better."
For once, Becky couldn't help but agree.