The next morning, Stu woke up to the strong scent of breakfast in the air. It was a myriad of things; pancakes, French toast, eggs, bacon, coffee, and a sharp cut of cinnamon. He breathed deeply, turning over to be face to face with PJ. Stu moved back, startled, completely forgetting he had to share the couch with the South African. Looking over the back of the couch, he found Hailey moving on nimble feet around the kitchen to prepare breakfast. He bit his lip at the sight of her: dark hair pulled back into a high ponytail, long-sleeve shirt slightly stretched from sleep sliding off her shoulder, black panties leaving little to the imagination, and all with a determined flow to her movements.

The clock glared 9:30 am at him, and he dropped his head back to the pillow. He lay hard all night, all thanks to a meaningless kiss he shared with the woman now cooking food for them. He sighed, throwing the blankets over his long legs and getting up to go see her.

Everything actually looked good, to the point that his stomach began to rumble in need. Hailey turned to see him in his sweatpants and socks, his hair all mussed up from sleep. Her heart raced in her chest as she took in the hard plains of his chest, the tattoo on his shoulder, and, well, the rather noticeable bulge coming from his pants. She blushed, trying to cover it up with a smile.

"Good morning, Stu," she greeted warmly, "Did you sleep alright?"

"As well as I could. I'm surprised I slept at all, really," he answered, looking at the food she was making. It all looked so good.

"Well, that's good at least. Oh, I was thinking of throwing a small party for you guys. Like a "welcome home" type thing," she said. Stu was trying his hardest to listen, but his gaze was locked onto her lips. How they felt last night, how he wanted to kiss them again. His body tingled with the memory of it.

"Yeah, sounds great," he mumbled, sitting down at the table, although an idea for a party was far from his mind. He just wanted to relax and enjoy the quiet time before going back to work tomorrow.

In the parlor, PJ was just waking up to the smell of breakfast. He looked over to notice the giant mass of skin was missing next to him. The sound of Hailey's voice made his ears perk up.

"I have a large variety of drinks and I can get some finger foods later. Video games, movies, whatever," he heard her say. What about an orgy? PJ thought, biting his lip. His mind flashed to her naked body pressed up against him, licking his lips as her hand slid into his pants. He shook his head quickly.

"Sounds interesting, Hailey," Stu answered. PJ glared at the ceiling before getting up, interrupting anymore of that conversation.

Hailey smiled at him as he walked over, eyeing his wild hair and sleepy demeanor. He rubbed at his eyes, standing right in front of her.

"Good morning, Angel. Sleep well?"

He simply nodded at her, pulling her into a hug. He stole a piece of bacon from the pan before letting go of her. She playfully glared at him as he sat down next to Stu crunching away at the piece of crispy bacon. The latter man rolled his eyes.

She turned her back on them in order to plate all the cooked food. Ryan, Fred, and Tyrone strolled in by the time Hailey put all the food out on the counter. Ryan immediately grabbed a plate and started to pile it on.

"Do you always eat right after getting up, Ry?" she asked, taking a glass from a cabinet. He grunted a reply before sitting down at the bar and stuffing food into his mouth. Hailey shook her head before getting chocolate syrup and milk out for Heath's drink. She mixed the two together with a spoon before walking quietly over to the sleeping redhead. She kneeled before him, thinking he looked adorable with his hair all messed up and he was hugging the pillow to his chest.

She stuck her index finger into the glass of chocolate milk and placed it two inches above Heath's mouth. A small drop fell onto his lips. His pink tongue shot out on instinct, and the taste woke him up slightly. When his eyes fully opened, the sight before him made his breath catch: Hailey had her finger in her mouth, sucking at the rest of the milk on her finger. The sight was way better to him than the chocolate milk itself. He had to hold himself back from jumping the woman and taking her roughly.

"Here's your chocolate milk. I'll braid your hair later," she said with a wink. He sat up, rubbing at his eyes. She held the glass in front of him, but when he went to reach for it, she moved it back just out of his grasp. "You better hold up your end of the bargain."

He smirked, taking hold of the glass. "Absolutely."

He followed her to the kitchen just as everyone began to fill plates with food. Just as Heath said last night, he had dibs on the TV. Some men flocked to the coffee table that sat in front of the pulled-out couch, watching whatever nonsense Heath chose. Ryan, Stu, and PJ stayed around the table and bar; Ryan inhaled the meat on his plate quickly; Stu picked at a pancake; and PJ sipped at a cup of milk.

Placing all the dirty dishes in the sink, Hailey felt a hulking presence behind her. A pair of arms slid across her stomach, pulling her into the meaty flesh of its chest. She turned her face slightly to see John, his mouth ready to show much affection to her neck. Ignorant to the men behind them, he ran his tongue up the side of Hailey's throat, one large hand resting under her breast.

He whispered in her ear, "Last night was fun. We should do that more."

Hailey rolled her eyes. "Last time," she hissed.

He crushed her in a hug, not very pleased with the answer. He backed away from her in order to grab a plate and fit as much food on it as possible. He sat in the last chair that occupied the table, nodding his head at the men situated there.

"John, is Randy up yet?" she asked, leaning up against the counter.

"Nfff," he said around a mouthful of pancake. She shook her head with a smile before walking into the bedroom. Randy lay sprawled out on his stomach on the bed, his back uncovered and contrasted by the red blankets. She slowly walked around the bed, her fingers tracing Randy's leg underneath the blanket, gently running them over his butt, up his back, and stopping at his shoulder.

Hailey bent over slightly to whisper in the sleepy man's ear, "Food is ready, love. Come and get it before everyone else eats it on you."

His head snapped up, his eyes struggling to stay open. He looked at the woman who woke him up, stuck his tongue out, and dropped his head back to the pillow. She giggled at him.

"I need to check your forehead and arm. C'mon Rand; get up so I can see!" Attempting to get him on his back, she pushed with all her might, getting him onto his side. She climbed onto the bed and practically sat on him to get him down. "Ha! I win!" She grabbed onto his arm and unwrapped the dressings on his injured arm. It started to turn to a more healthy color. The blood stopped flowing late last night, so the bandage wasn't too stained.

"So, how is it, Nurse Hailey?" he inquired, smirking up at her.

"Looks better, but I don't think you should wrestle for a week or two. Don't want you to pull your stitches. You could possibly get this RAW off, but you'd have to be there the week after."

He shrugged his shoulders, looking away from her. "I guess I could use the time off. Spend more time with my wife and baby girl." He brought his gaze back to her and found her to be smiling softly.

"You should consider yourself lucky. You have a home and family to go back to. I don't have that, and I may never have it," she sighed, her demeanor completely changed. It was a shock to Randy; he has never seen her like this before. Her sunny disposition almost seemed immovable, so seeing her almost depressed

"Why don't you settle down with someone on the roster?" He asked, sitting up. Hailey moved back to sit in front of him. "I mean, that's probably your best bet. Y'know, they're there too, and they love what they do almost as much as you do."

Hailey gave a small snort. "Oh yeah, because it'll be easier that way. Maybe I should marry an accountant and be a housewife."

"Girl, please," he joked in a ghetto tone, "You'd miss yo job, yo friends, and the travelin'. Accountant? Booooring."

Hailey laughed loudly before someone blocked the door. Stu stood before them, a slight confusion clouding his brow.

"My razor broke. Do you have one I could use?" Stu's chest tightened at the sight of Hailey and Randy so close. He wondered if he would ever have that close a relationship with her.

"Yeah, I do; I'll get it for you."

He watched her jump up from the bed, sashaying over to him. Randy noticed a change in the woman as well. He leered at her, realizing what that change was. He chuckled to himself before throwing the blankets off his legs and walking to the kitchen.