Riley's POV

My mom drives me home to my house in Brentwood and as much as I tell her that I will be okay, she refuses to leave. I don't understand why she won't. But she insists that I can't take care of myself. She should know my by know.
"Has John called?" she asks in the kitchen.
"Yes! He called me late last night after the house show."
"How is he?"
"He would only talk about me. I have no idea about him."
"Well, that's good. That means that he cares."
"If he really cared, he would answer me about him."
"But it just means he is only worried about you. He wants you to be better and okay. He just wants you to be healthy."
"I am, mom. This cut and crap has nothing to do with health! It has to do with that bitch."
"Riley!"
"I am right and you know it."
"Well, don't forget about your check-up in two hours. You need to start getting ready so get your shower."
"Fine." I start upstairs. I stop and turn around. "Mom?"
"Yes?"
"I am thinking about selling this place. I want a change."
"You have lived her for a long time now. Don't just sell to change. It's a house, not clothes."
"I just meant I am the only one living on the West Coast. Everyone I know, that I see the most anyway, all live on the East."
"But you also need to be near the recording studio and the Buffy set. I am just saying think it over really well. Do you want to always live in a hotel or would you rather have an actual house when you are working on music and film? That is all I am saying." I then go upstairs for my shower.

Later that night, my phone goes off as I am trying to sleep. The CID says John.
"Hello?"
"Hey did I wake you?"
"Yeah but it's okay. I miss you."
"How are you feeling?"
"I'm doing okay. I miss you."
"I miss you more, baby."
"Is Lita-?"
"Yeah, she is still here. Um, Vince will be calling you when it gets closer for you to come back. He has an idea he was to discuss with you."
"What is it?"
"I don't know. Something with Lita, I'm sure."
"I am so ready to get back. I am going insane sitting around the house." I hear him laugh.
"You need your rest."
"I am rested. Why doesn't anyone ever believe me?"
"Because you go 90 to nothing. I see it and everyone tells me about it."
"Only because I have too much energy. I can't help that."
"Well, if you don't try, you will only hurt yourself more. When are you coming back?"
"Two weeks. I am so trying to talk him into clearing me sooner."
"Don't. Let him clear you when he feels you are ready to be cleared."
"You don't get it."
"Yes I do, baby. Trust me. I want you here with me more than you can imagine. But, risking yourself to come back sooner is not the best thing. It's just two more weeks. You will survive."
"John?"
"Yeah?"
"Nevermind." I choke.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Get some sleep and we can talk tomorrow. Okay?"
"Alright. Good night."
"Night." We hang up and all I can think about is telling him how I feel. I really didn't think I could feel this way about him after what happened a long time ago but it is who he is. He is the one I love. And I don't normally feel 'love'.

Two Weeks Later **

I arrive in Tulsa where Monday Night RAW is live. I got the call early this morning about being cleared and Vince did call me like John said. Only thing is, he was the one who told me I was cleared and would be on tonight. I walk into the arena and I am bombarded by everyone…except two people that I just don't care about. John walks up to me and pulls me into a secluded room and shuts the door.
"I am so glad you are back." He says wrapping his arms around me.
"Me too."
"You and I have a match tonight against Lita and Edge."
"Already? Damn. Alright, I am ready."
"Did Vince ever tell you about the plan?"
"No."
"Shit. He never told me either."
"We will just flow with the punches. I have since day one."
"I can't wait to get you alone."
"We are now."
"Yeah but there is still too many people around." He says before kissing me.
"Oh! I gotcha. I can't wait."
"Riley?" He starts just has a handler comes in to pull me away for me to get ready.

After forty-five minutes, it is time for our match. John's music plays first. After a minute, my song "My Last Breath" by Evanescence plays. The crows continues cheering. While I am playing to the crowd, I start hearing them booing. I turn to see Lita all over John. He pushes her away.
"What the hell?" I say, not into the microphone.
"Oh, please. Like you really expected him to be faithful while you were gone. I was just one of every female on the roster."
I just look at him in disbelieve. He is shaking his head no and denying what she is saying.
"Oh Johnny boy. Don't play dumb. We had a great four hours just the other night. She was never on your mind for one second. He even tried to get with your friend Trish. I do believe she was the only one to turn him down."
"Shut the hell up!" I yell, now into the mic. "Lita, just shut the hell up! No one is listening to you. All we hear is 'wha wha whaaa' like that teacher on Charlie Brown. One John didn't cheat on me. And even if he did, he wouldn't be stupid enough to sleep with a dirty public human toilet like yourself! Get over yourself, Lita." She takes a swing at me and I block it just as Edge slides into the ring and attacks John.
"You slept with my girl?!" he seethes.
"DUDE!" John yells.
"OH COME ON! DO YOU TWO IDIOTS REALLY THINK ANYONE BELIEVES YOU?!" I scream. "Hell no!" And with that, Lita and I are full on brawl.
At the end of the match, John and I win. Lita and Edge stand in the ring with a pissed off look on their faces. Come Sunday, Lita and Trish will be the ones in that ring, fighting for the vacant WWE Women's Championship. Vince decided that since Trish will be retiring after Unforgiven, he would keep the title vacant until then and since Lita and Trish's rivalry is almost as long as Lita and mine, he would make them the two fighting.
Later that night, John and I arrive at the hotel and he wasted no time breaking open the door. He kicks the door shut and carries me into the bedroom; his lips never leaving mind for one second. As he lays us down on the bed, he pulls away.
"I need to tell you something." He says.
"I need to tell you something, too."
"You first."
"John, you said it first."
"Yeah, well a few weeks ago, you wanted to say something then."
"Fine. John, I—oh I am not used to this."
"Just say it. Don't think about it."
"Okay. John…I…I love you." There I said it. I see him smile really big.
"I love you, too. That's what I wanted to tell you."
"Seriously?"
"You have no idea how much I love you."
"I am so glad you are here. You are all I have in this business. Especially with Trish leaving Sunday. I really need you here."
"I am not going anywhere, baby."