Wowza! I never thought this story would get the attention it's gotten. I've only posted six chapters and it's already gotten holy moly, twelve reviews!. Glad you all seem to be enjoying this story. I'm writing this one as I go, so let's hope you guys continue to enjoy it. The reviews and the follows and faves have totally made my day and I needed it, really. So thanks guys.
FYI, I use a mix of the guys real and ring names. Sorry if it confuses, it's me seperating the show from reality.
Marilyn swore as she opened the mailbox in front of her little house and the divorce papers were sitting there, in her mailbox, yet again. She took out the envelope and tore it open. A piece of paper fluttered out and she bent, picking it up. Her eyes danced over the paper and she raked her hand through her hair as she read a note from another of Jon's coworkers. Apparently, they were all trying to get him to either sign the papers or confront her, because apparently, according to the note in her hand, Jon was becoming a pain in the ass to work with as of late because the whole thing was bugging him and he didn't deal with shit well.
"Like I didn't already know that, Randy, whoever the hell you are." Marilyn mused as she thought back to their many arguments in the short time they'd been married, and all the ones before that, the serious ones at least.. And she couldn't help but smile, even a little. They might have fought all the time but even when they fought there was passion in it. Anger, yes, but mostly passion. She watched her son playing in the yard with his bike and thought about what life might be like if Jon had been around.
Would they still be going through this now? Or would they have gradually come to a place in their relationship where they could overlook everything that made them fight like they used to and learned to work around things?
She sighed and took out the papers and was about to flip to the back and see if he'd signed them (she was betting he hadn't, yet again) when she saw the three tickets to the show being held here in Florida next week. And she puzzled over that for a few moments as she bit her lower lip and sat down on the white brick stairs of her front porch, watched their son playing.
"Whatcha got, Mommy?" Jonny asked as he ran past, stopping and doubling back before she could hide the damn tickets. She grumbled inwardly but smiled at their son and said "Happy birthday, Jonny." as he looked at the tickets in her hand, then at her, then started to jump up and down, hugging her and kissing her all over her face. His smile lit up his baby blue eyes (just like Jon's when he was actually happy about something) and she told herself 'Just get this over with, once and for all. Maybe Sandi's right.. It's time Jon knew exactly why I did what I did.. Maybe I need closure.. And Jonny.. He needs to at least know his father.. Even if Jon rejects our son..'
Her stomach, however, still churned nervously at the thought of seeing Jon again after all this time. She knew she'd never be able to keep the guards up and resist him. Why had he sent three tickets?
And how had he known to send a child's ticket?
She bit her lower lip as she felt her head spinning and her heart racing. She hadn't even seen him yet and she was already getting herself worked up over it. She'd stress and stress and worry until it was over with, most likely. But the tickets and the note in the envelope got her thinking.. Maybe his friends reaching out in his benefit was his reaching out too..
She looked at her son and then ruffled his hair as she kissed the top of his head and then said "You're only going to get to go if you don't get in any fights or any kind of trouble the whole week at school. I mean it, Jonny. You cannot just punch another kid because he hurts your feelings, okay? And it was not alright to tie Susie McAlister's braids together."
"But.."
"No buts, Jonny. You have to be a good kid, okay?" Marilyn said as her son grumbled and then hugged her as he said quietly, "Love you, mommy. And I'm real sorry I did that. I didn't mean to.. I just got so stinkin mad." as she looked down at him and sighed.. True to form, just like his father, she couldn't stay mad at their son very long, either. And she'd already grounded him from watching tv, playing video games and having an hour earlier bedtime for the things he'd done.
Parts of her hoped he'd get into trouble this time, just so that if Jon actually did lash out and reject Jonny, he wouldn't be there to hear it, have it mess him up as Jon's own father's walking out had most likely messed up at least half of Jon's life.
But she kept that to herself.
"Let's go in and find food." Marilyn said as she stood and stretched, walked into the house with her son on her back, laughing. A wise person once told her that everything in life happened for a reason.. Maybe that reason was so that she and Jon could finally have it out.. And put this all behind them..
That thought hurt her more than anything, really, she didn't want him out of her life.. She still loved him, very much.. But if he hadn't reached out in all this time, could what they once had really be fixed?
The papers were back in his mail slot by the weekend and he grumbled as he realized that apparently, she still didn't get it. He walked up the stairs and banged on the door to Roman's apartment and said stiffly, "Thought you idiots said this shit was gonna work?" as he glared up at the slightly taller Samoan who promptly began to laugh and asked casually, "What do you mean, Good?"
"I mean, Anoai, shit ain't workin. She still sent the god damn things back." Dean said as he paced and then added, "Tickets are gone though."
"That's what you want, man.. Means she has them and she's considering showing up at the show. In the meantime, man.. Found something." Roman said as he held out a piece of paper torn off of the notepad next to his phone to Dean who took it and asked, "Who's number?"
"It's hers.. My girl got it off the caller id. You could always call her, Good, if you're this fucking impatient and ready to get it over with." Roman suggested which got him a burn in hell look from Dean who laughed and then said quietly, "Nope." as he went back to pacing a hole in the hardwood floor of the Anoai apartment and swearing to himself.
Roman shrugged and said " Don't see what it'd hurt." as Dean looked up and said stiffly, "You don't fuckin know what we went through, man, to be together.. And she swore to me she wasn't gonna do what everyone else did.. Then she left too.. Now she's got a kid? Probably got herself a whole other life? I'm not gonna just fuckin let her go without some kinda fight."
"This isn't.. " Roman started then fell silent, he remembered, of course, just who he was talking to and just how little sense the man's logic actually made most of the time. "You have the number." Roman stated finally as Dean nodded and shoved the paper into his pockets probably to be forgotten or lost during a drunken bender later that night.
After they talked a little more, mostly about the house show and the new angle they were going to try out, Dean left and walked back up the stairs to his apartment. He grabbed another beer from his fridge and flopped down on his couch. For a few moments, he took out the piece of paper with her phone number on it and stared at it before grumbling, throwing it onto a table in front of his couch with various other stuff already strewn on it before turning on the tv and finding a hockey game or something on to watch.
But the damn piece of paper sat there, taunting him the entire time.. And after he'd gotten a few more drinks in him he stumbled over to the phone and picked it up, then picked up the piece of paper, dialed the number. The phone rang and rang and finally her voicemail picked up. And he grumbled, swore a little drunkenly and hung up the phone.
"Ain't even signed the damn things, she's already out there fuckin living it up." he mused bitterly as he turned off the lights in his apartment and walked down the hallway to his bedroom, fell across the bed and fell asleep for the night.
Maybe she'd show up at the damn show next week.. And maybe then he'd be able to show her that she'd been stupid to leave him like that.. Or at the very least, maybe they'd finally have that one huge fight that finally ended them so it'd finally not feel like a knife to the chest everytime he got the damn divorce papers back in the mail.
Either way, there were thousands of ways their 'meeting' in a few days could go and as he slept he dreamt of all of them. He wanted things to end happily, end with him getting her back home, with him, where she fucking belonged.. But he knew better than to hope for that. So he hoped for the good things he visualized but prepared himself for the worst of the scenarios his mind dreamt up while sleeping.
