(AN: Thanks a million to all of you whom have stayed with this fic from the beginning, and love it as much as I do. The fact that this fic has been reviewed over 50 times, shocks me to my core, and makes me think that I don't suck as bad as I thought I did. Thanks so much for the love, it means so much.)

Chapter Fourteen: A Visit Back Home

Punk's POV

There were only a few days left until the biggest day of the year was finally upon us and everyone was scrambling to prepare for the big event. The whole roster was busy with numerous interviews, media appearances and the large press conference that was being held before Wrestlemania. The entire company was buzzing with excitement and nervousness about the upcoming night, and the feelings were tangible in the air. We were all traveling to the very home of Wrestlemania, New York City for the big event this year. Despite my undying love for my home-city of Chicago, something about New York always stuck with me. Many people that weren't from there dislike the hustle and bustle entailed with getting around the town, and the large, dull buildings that seemed to engulf the city—their mirrored surfaces bouncing images of the people trying to get to their desired destination, all while dodging others doing the same thing and the occasional taxi cab or two. I always loved how alive the city was and how it never ceased to stop moving. Despite my liking of the city, there was no one who loved New York more than my wife did. She grew up in it, constantly surrounded by an ever-changing mecca of culture, people, progress, and she completely thrived on it. She was super excited to be returning back home, considering the time we did have together at home was spent at our house in Chicago. We had two homes really-our house in Chicago, and her old apartment in Brooklyn, that we kept because originally we split our time between both homes. I knew that she only moved to Chicago because of me, and despite never resenting me for it, I knew she longed to be home. Well luckily for her, we would be traveling back to her home-state for a little while, allowing her to re-immerse herself back in her roots.

Hannah was literally bouncing off the walls of the tour bus with excitement at the prospects of being home for a little while.

"Babe, I can't wait to be back in New York. It feels like forever since we've been there" she said with a dreamy look on her face, completely getting lost in nostalgia.

I laughed at her softly and smiled.

"We were there for Christmas—that wasn't forever ago."

She looked at me with a frown.

"Yeah, well that feels like an eternity ago. It's going to be amazing to be back in the city where I grew up, even if it's only for a little while. I can't wait to visit my parents" she said with a large grin as she took out clothes from the tour bus' closet and put them on the bed to fold.

I nodded. "I know, I can't believe we haven't seen them since we found out we were pregnant—that's crazy."

She nodded in agreement. "I know, and it sucks, but they understand that it isn't easy for us to just pick up everything and go visit them. They miss us, but that's why there's Skype, right?"

I smiled and walked up behind her, engulfing her in a large hug.

"They will be happy to see us babe. I know that you miss them."

She smiled and kissed my cheek.

"Yeah, but I wouldn't trade being on tour with you for anything."

I grabbed her chin for a kiss, which she willingly obliged. We broke apart after a few moments, and I picked up a stack of folded clothes and placed them into the suitcase for her. She smiled softly at me and continued packing for our trip home. I walked back over to the closet and retrieved our dry-cleaned outfits that would be worn for the legendary Hall of Fame Ceremony, which was held the night before Wrestlemania. I zipped them up into a hanging travel bag, and after Hannah zipped the last suitcase, we were officially ready to get off the bus and be on our way.

After a month on the bus, I knew that Hannah had had enough with being on the bus, and was longing for the comforts of a real home, including a real bed. As she progressed in her pregnancy, she grew increasingly more uncomfortable physically, which was normal. However it wasn't normal to be going through pregnancy on a tour bus, away from your home, a new city practically every day. After a long day of training, dealing with my handlers and throwing my body around for the viewing of millions on television, it was only normal that I would like to curl up with my wife in bed and pass the hell out, in a deep slumber. But lately, I was not permitted that luxury. Not only did my wife not want me to sleep near her, she didn't even want me to sleep in the same bed as her!

After repeatedly waking me up in the middle of the night with her constant tossing and turning due to her growing discomfort, I eventually got fed up with it, and retired to the living room, and slept on the pull out couch. At first, she was upset and promised to limit the amount of tossing and turning she did, because she didn't want me to be forced to sleep on the couch, but she soon realized that I sleeping on the couch was best for all of us. Traveling home meant being able to sleep in a real bed again, a privilege I was ready to enjoy.

I carried the suitcases to the front of the bus and Hannah carried the one hanging bag of dry-cleaning, depositing it in the front. I held out my hand for her to hold, and she intertwined her fingers with mine, and I walked us over to the couch. I slumped down in its warm confines, and soon enough my wife had wiggled her way into my side, using it as a pillow. I simply smiled at her and gently moved to cover both of us with a throw blanket off the side of the couch. I covered her sleeping form, and my own body, hoping to catch up on some sleep before we arrived in New York. My wife yawned softly and curled into my side, with one hand resting over her stomach, and another resting over mine. I smiled at her and saw that her eyes were closing, and I could feel my own lids begin to droop. Within minutes, we were both fast asleep, soaking up the last few minutes of being on the bus.

Hannah's POV

I was starting to stir from my position on the couch in Punk's arms. I tried to turn slightly, but I felt his arms wrap around my middle, pulling me back into his embrace. I smiled at his cute gesture and he turned slightly, but I felt his arms wrap around my middle, pulling me back into his embrace. I smiled at his cute gesture and he turned slightly so that he was closer to me, his head on my shoulder.

"Less moving, more sleeping baby" he murmured, his warm breath hitting my neck causing me to shiver.

I shuddered slightly, and he wrapped his arms around me tighter, hoping that his body heat would lessen my shuddering. I simply smiled and shifted so I was now lying against his chest, my ear over his heart, a hand strewn across his middle.

"Babe?" I asked quietly.

"Hmm?" he asked sleepily.

I laughed. "I think that we are almost home baby."

"Really?" he asked, still not opening his eyes.

"Yep, babe, are you going to get up any time soon?" I wondered.

He shook his head. "No, I wanna stay here."

I laughed at his adorable behavior. "But honey, we can't stay on this bus forever."

He finally opened his eyes. "Why?"

"Because we have to go home, we have things to do that don't involve being cooped up on a bus for hours on end."

He nodded in agreement. "Yeah I guess, but I'm gonna miss this."

I furrowed my brows. "You're going to miss be cramped on the bus?"

He laughed and shook his head. "Not really, I'm going to miss just being here with you."

"Well we weren't really alone considering the guys were always around, but I know what you mean" I said with a laugh.

"Yeah, but I know you enjoyed them being around."

I smiled. "It was fun hanging out with them."

He nodded. "What about when the baby comes?" he wondered, placing a hand over my stomach.

I looked up at him with a confused look on my face. "What about when Matthew comes?"

"Well everything's going to change" he said simply.

I continued to stare at him bewilderedly. "Yeah babe, but's all going to be fine."

"Yeah, but I'm just nervous about it."

"Why?"

"Because I don't know anything about what a baby needs or how to care for one" he said with a sad expression, looking down.

"Babe…"

He didn't look up until I tilted his head upward, so that his eyes were level with mine.

"Punk, everything's going to be absolutely fine. We're going to be fine, and Matthew's going to be fine and everything's going to work out perfectly.

"How do you know?"

"I just do babe. And plus I signed us up for a Lamaze class to help with all the baby prep stuff."

He furrowed his brows in confusion. "La—what?"

I laughed. "A Lamaze class, it's supposed to help with learning the basics on how to take care of a baby. And plus they go over everything in the class—from the pregnancy, to the actual birth to the basics of parenting."

"They go over the birth?" he asked, a worried expression etched into his face.

I nodded and laughed. "Uh, yeah. Did you think a stork drops the baby off when we get to the hospital?" I joked.

He laughed. "No, but the birth part sounds like it's going to be really horrible babe."

"For whom? You? Last time I checked, I was the one who had to push a baby out."

"I may not have to push anything out, but I know for sure I am probably going to be freaking out when it all happens."

I laughed. "Babe, that's what the class is for. To help ease the nerves so the day it happens, you won't freak out when my water breaks and we have to go to the hospital."

"Well can't they just break your water in the hospital?" he asked.

I shook my head. "It might not happen that way babe. When it breaks, it breaks, it could happen any time."

Punk's eyes grew wide with fear. "Oh my gosh, really?"

I nodded my head. "Babe, did you even read the baby book we have? It explains it all in there."

"Well I haven't exactly had a lot of time to catch up on my reading honey."

"I know that babe; I just thought you would be interested to know what's going on with your unborn son and all. I guess I was wrong" I said, moving to get up off of the couch.

Unfortunately for me, my planned dramatic exit didn't go exactly as planned—and definitely lacked the dramatics. I tried to get up from the couch, but the combination of the sunken-in couch and my pregnant belly prevented that from happening. Punk saw that I was clearly unable to get off the damn couch myself and wrapped one arm around my back, and had a hand on my elbow, guiding me off the couch so I could get away from him. As soon as I was on my feet, I wiggled out of his embrace, out of annoyance at him. Well, I wasn't really annoyed at him for not knowing the stuff in the baby book—that was unreasonable considering he was on tour and every waking moment he was doing something wrestling-related he was with me. I think that I was just over-tired and in need of my home.

I walked towards the back of the bus, away from Punk and closer to our bedroom. Punk tried to gently stop me in my tracks by holding onto my elbow.

"Babe, I'm sorry. You're right I should have read the book" he said with a shaky voice.

I shook my head. "It's fine babe—I get it, you have a lot going on. I'm not mad, I just want to be alone for a minute."

He looked at me with an expression of pure defeat and nodded.

"Ok, but we're almost home."

I nodded. "Ok."

And with that he let go of my arm and I was free to walk towards the back of the bus, except that's not what I really wanted. What I wanted was to sit with my adorable husband and spend time with him, but I just needed a minute to myself. The combination of being on tour, and being pregnant had taken a significant toll on me, and I didn't want to start a massive fight with my husband because of my pregnancy hormones. I walked to the bedroom, pushed aside the curtain and laid down on the bed. My head was racing with a million different thoughts and I just wanted to slow everything down. I was finally left alone with my thoughts for a few minutes, and I simply just laid on the bed, one hand over my bump and took several deep breaths. The last thing I needed right now was to get overwhelmed; Punk kept telling me to take it easy, and here I was finally listening to his advice. Eventually I calmed down enough and I had retired to staring at the blank ceiling. Feeling frustrated with myself, I contemplating going back to Punk and apologizing. Before I even had the opportunity though, he was at the door frame of our bedroom.

"Knock, knock. Can I come in?" he asked hesitantly.

I laughed softly and nodded my head. He walked slowly towards my side of the bed and sat down beside me. I sat up in the bed and looked at him.

"I'm sorry" we both said at the same time.

We both laughed.

"Babe, I'm sorry. I'm just tired and pregnant and in desperate need of a good night's sleep in a real bed. I didn't mean to snap at you before."

Punk responded by kissing my forehead lovingly.

"I'm sorry too babe. I know that this tour has been difficult for both of us, and I promise to work really hard on getting everything ready for the baby with you."

I smiled softly and nodded my head.

"I know we're going to be fine—you know me, I just like to freak out about everything" I said with a small laugh.

Punk laughed also. "Yeah, but that's why I love you" he said kissing my cheek.

I smiled and moved to get off the bed, needing Punk's assistance again. He willingly obliged and stood up, with his arms outstretched towards me. This time I grabbed on to him without annoyance and we walked back to the front of the bus. Joe told us we had less than ten minutes before we we're home and Punk and I couldn't wait. Those few minutes flew by and before long; we had arrived at our old apartment in Brooklyn. The bus pulled up right in front of our building and I was quick to get out and run up to our apartment. Punk laughed at my excited-ness and instead of giving a witty retort like I usually did I ran to our apartment. I turned around for a second and saw Punk and Joe unloading the bags; Joe waved Punk off and told him he would get the bags. Punk was quickly behind me, both of us eager to be home.

I opened the door to our apartment and immediately felt a wave of happiness wash over me. Punk walked up behind and wrapped me in his arms. I turned so that I was facing him, a huge smile on my face. I looked up and saw that his expression mirrored my own.

"I'm so happy to be home baby."

He smiled. "I know, it's great to be home. What do you want to do first?"

"Well we should, and by 'we' I mean you, should get all of the suitcases and bring them up here before we do anything."

He laughed. "Ok babe, but after that I mean. We still have some time before dinner at your parents' tonight."

"One word—sleep."

He laughed once more but nodded. "Sounds perfect, I'm gonna go and get the bags and then get in that bed as quickly as possible."

I laughed at his declaration and nodded. Punk left to go retrieve our luggage and I decided to become reacquainted with our old apartment. We seldom came here anymore, so in a way it was sort of ridiculous to still keep it, but something about this place prevented me from selling it. It was my first apartment after college, when I came home and decided that I needed to figure out what the hell to do with my life. I worked in more book stores than I could count, and I eventually landed a job at my publishing house, after months of pounding the pavement in search of a job. It was a crappy job anyway—an assistant to the assistant editor, but if it meant that I would be surrounded by manuscripts and people like me who devoured them all day, I was willing to pay my dues in order to climb up the literary hierarchy. Eventually I worked my way up to assistant editor, a major feat for me. I would spend every day reading countless manuscripts written by other authors, and I would wonder when I would finally get my big break. After moving to Chicago with Punk, I was relocated to my company's office there and I managed to work my way up to one of the senior editors. I worked as a senior editor for a few years, and at the urging of my husband, I pitched my idea to my company for a novel using a pseudonym at first. My manuscript got so much positive feedback that I ultimately revealed that I was the person who wrote it. My publishing house decided to make my life's dream come to fruition by turning my manuscript into a novel. Getting that call—the call that told me my book was being made into a novel, changed my entire life. It made me realize that all my hard work over the years wasn't in vain, and that my writing and my story was good enough—that I was good enough.

Being back in this apartment, where I spent so many years of career was so nostalgic. I walked over to my home office and peered into the room, seeing it exactly as it had been left. I walked over to the desk which housed my old computer; I sat down in the huge desk chair, letting myself sink into the warm leather. I placed my hands on the large wooden desk and closed my eyes. A wave of emotion ran over me, it was so weird to be back in the place where it all started. The place where I struggled every day, determined as hell to make something of my life. And here I sat, almost six months pregnant, with my novel published and doing extremely well, and happily married, I could help but to feel immensely thankful. Before I could wipe them away, I had tears streaming down my face. Here I was sitting in the middle of my office, crying—completely ridiculous. Unfortunately, that's exactly how Punk found me. And even more unfortunate, this wasn't the first time he found me crying in the office.

"Babe, where are you? I brought the bags in—oh fuck" he called, peering into the office, looking for me.

He was immediately by my side, wrapping me into his arms. I stood up from the desk chair and cried into his t-shirt, definitely staining it with tears. He held me dumbfoundedly, confused as to why I was sobbing. He smoothed down my hair in a comforting manner, trying to get me to calm down. After a few moments, I pulled away and looked up at him.

"What happened? Why are you crying honey?"

I looked down for a second and then back at him.

"Just being here…after being gone for so long, I just remembered how hard everything was and how it's so different now" I said through a shaky voice.

He wiped the tears away from my face.

"What's so different babe? You're still the same person you've always been—an amazing person, with such a great, big heart. Everything's exactly as it always was."

I shook my head. "It isn't though. Everything's different, good different—but different."

He nodded his head. "I know babe, but just imagine how great it's going to be, ok? Everything may be different, but look how happy we are. We are both in the prime of our careers, and our son is going to be born in a few months—life is so good right now."

I smiled. "Yeah, you're right. Well now that we've re-visited this room, why don't we revisit another room in this house—the bedroom maybe?"

Punk's signature smirked tugged into place. "My thoughts exactly."

I laughed and grabbed his hand. "Well then what are we waiting for?"

He laughed and we walked out of the office and towards our bedroom. I pushed open the door, and Punk decided to scoop me up in his arms. I laughed at his adorable display and wrapped my arms around his neck; smiling wide at my loving husband.

"It's been so long since I've carried you over this threshold" he said as he carried me with ease into our bedroom.

"Yeah, I think the last time was when we were coming back from our honeymoon."

He nodded his head and walked us over to the bed, gently laying me down on the plush, navy comforter. I smiled at him and he was quickly by my side, lying next to me.

"This is perfect" he declared, placing a hand upon our unborn baby.

I nodded and moved closer to him, pecking him on the lips.

"Let's get some rest before my parent's tonight."

He shifted until he was lying on his back, and I inched closer to him, until I was lying on his side, my head on his chest. He carefully pulled a throw blanket over us and after gauging that we had about three hours until dinner with my parents, we could afford a little hour long nap, and that's just what we did.

Punk's POV

A little over an hour later, Hannah and I had both reluctantly left the warm, inviting confines of our bed and were in the process of getting ready to go visit her parents. It had been a few months since we had paid them a visit, and I knew she was incredibly excited to see them again. She and her parents both understood that it wasn't easy for us to just pick up and visit them like we would like to, but I knew that they all wished we could. And honestly I did too sometimes. I actually got along great with my in-laws; they had really embraced me and welcomed me as a member of their close-knit family. Of course, it wasn't smooth sailing in the beginning—I mean what father wants their daughter to marry a tattooed, pierced professional wrestler? That was like the ultimate trifecta of everything a parent didn't want their child to have. Hannah convinced her parents to give me a chance and not judge me based on my exterior, and thankfully they didn't. After hearing about my less than ideal home situation—well lack of a home, really, her mother welcomed me with open arms. She came from a big family, and made it her goal to integrate me into the family, which I greatly appreciated. Her dad was hesitant about me at first, but he eventually warmed up to me. I felt really fortunate to have such a loving wife that came from an amazing family, I just knew they would love their first grandchild to death.

Hannah was currently in the bathroom, putting the finishing touches on her hair and make-up. I was already dressed for dinner, it was informal, so I figured a clean t-shirt (with no incriminating words or logos on it—I made that mistake once, never again) and jeans without holes would suffice. I checked my messages on my phone, there were a few from the guys, all eager for the upcoming Wrestlemania. I replied to them and finally looked up after hearing the bathroom door open. My wife emerged wearing a short black sun dress and a bright pink cardigan, and I thought she looked perfect. She caught me staring at her and instantly looked down at her outfit, inspecting it for any imperfections.

"Something wrong babe?" she wondered.

I shook my head. "Nope, let's get going."

She nodded her head and we both left our old apartment at once. Considering our Brooklyn apartment wasn't our primary residence and our car was back in Chicago, a quick car service ride would have to suffice to bringing us to Long Island, where her parents lived. Sometime later, after a quick pit stop to pick up some dessert to bring, we were outside of her parent's house, and I could tell she was excited. So excited in fact, that I was afraid she was going to drop the cake. I effortlessly transferred the cake box into my arms, and she gave me a small pout. I silenced her with a kiss to the temple and she rang the bell. Her parents materialized in front of us within seconds, huge grins on their faces.

"Hannah, Punk. It's so good to see you guys again" her mother Rose greeted.

Hannah instantly moved to greet her with a huge hug.

"I know, sorry it's been so long" my wife said apologetically.

Her father shook his head from his place behind her mom.

"We know it isn't easy for you guys. Come in so we can all catch up" he declared, clapping me on the shoulder.

My wife hugged her dad and we instantly obliged and entered the familiar house. I immediately caught the smell of something baking in the kitchen, exciting me. Her mother was a fantastic cook, so I knew we were in for a treat—literally. We all entered the house and went into the kitchen. I deposited the cake box on the counter next to a tray of dessert that was cooling.

"We brought cake for dessert—chocolate, your favorite Mike" I said to her father with a smile.

He immediately smiled. "You didn't have to."

I shook my head. "We insist."

He nodded.

"Oh well, I made a tray of your favorite dessert Hannah, I guess now there are more options to go around" her mother said, opening the box of cake we had brought.

Hannah's eyes lit up. "You made the lemon bars?" she asked excitedly.

Rose nodded. "Of course, I know how much you love them" she said with a grin.

Hannah smiled and left my embrace for a moment to go and hug her mother for the thoughtful gesture.

"Gosh, I missed being home" she said with a laugh, cracking us all up.

"You guys haven't been home in a while—how was the tour?" Mike asked, all of us moving towards the dining room to talk before dinner.

Hannah and I sat next to each other, across from her parents.

"It was fun, exciting and really, really busy" Hannah said with a laugh.

"Well hopefully you took it easy,you should be taking it easy considering you're pregnant" Rose said, a slightly worried expression etched on her face.

Hannah nodded. "I have been mom, but being on tour isn't easy."

I turned to look at her. "Well fortunately, we won't be on tour for much longer, and then I'm on leave after the baby comes."

"Why's that? You're staying with the company, right?" Mike asked.

I nodded. "Yes I am, but I figured that after the baby's born, I should be home and I need a break from the company anyway. We aren't seeing eye-to-eye on everything right now, so a hiatus is best for all of us."

"How long will you be on break for?" Rose wondered.

"Well I don't know how long exactly, we haven't worked it all out yet, but for a few months."

"That's a long time. How are they going to address your departure?" Mike questioned.

"The company will claim that I was injured, in need of surgery and boom there you go, a clean departure for me."

"I can't wait till your on break and we can focus on getting everything ready for the baby" Hannah said with a smile.

I smiled back at her. "Yeah, it's going to be great."

"Well you guys already have the nursery done, right?" Rose inquired.

Hannah and I nodded our heads.

"Yeah Punk surprised me with it. It was incredibly sweet of him" she declared before kissing me on the cheek.

I blushed slightly at this. "It was the least I could do."

"Well what else do you guys need to do before he gets here?" Mike wondered.

"Yeah, do you guys have a name picked out for him?" Rose asked excitedly.

Hannah and I laughed.

"Well we still need a few more things for the nursery, the main pieces of furniture are bought and assembled, but we still need a little more stuff. And yes we have a name for him already" my wife announced.

"Well, we're waiting" her father said.

I looked to Hannah, wondering if we should tell her parents his name and she shook her head 'no'.

"It's a surprise" I replied.

Her parents looked at us in confusion.

"Wait, what? You're not going to tell us?" her mom asked, slightly hurt.

"Mom, we want it to be a surprise to everyone. No one knows what his name is going to be."

"You really haven't told anyone yet?" her dad asked surprised.

We both shook our heads. "Nope. But we promise you're going to love it—nothing too outrageous or anything" Hannah said declaratively.

Both of her parents nodded and a 'ding' was heard from the kitchen. Rose stood up to go retrieve whatever was done being cooked and Hannah stood up to help her.

"Dinner's done. It should only be a few minutes."

"Mom, let me help you with that."

Rose shook her head.

"I got it—it's only two dishes and you're pregnant, it's fine."

"Ma, I'm pregnant not incapacitated" she replied with a laugh, following her mother into the kitchen.

Mike and I laughed at our wives.

"Punk, I wanted to ask you while they're gone—how's Hannah? I know she says she's fine, but I wanted to make sure she was taking it easy after her little scare."

I nodded. "I mean after that, I think she realized that she can't do everything full throttle anymore; in a way the scare was good because it made her slow down."

Mike nodded. "Well that's good to hear. I don't want anything to happen to my grandson before he's born or my daughter."

I smiled. "I promised you I would take care of her, and I will, don't worry."

We both smiled at this.

"I know Punk, and I'm really thankful for that" Mike said kindly.

I smiled at him and was about to reply when Hannah and Rose returned with dishes full of delicious food.

"Thankful for what dad?" Hannah wondered, placing the dish in the center of the table.

"That I have such a great daughter and son-in-law" he replied beaming.

"Aww dad, that's so sweet. We're lucky to have you guys honestly."

Her parents both smiled at us. We all enjoyed the meal that had been made, passing around dishes of warm food and engaged in pleasant small talk.

"So, how long until we welcome James into the family, the wedding's right around the corner, right?" I asked, wondering when Hannah's sister, Rachel was getting married.

Rose nodded. "Well not right around the corner—it's in a few months thank gosh. We can't deal with our first grandchild and a wedding back-to-back—we need a break" Rose joked.

"Well I'm glad we scheduled it conveniently for you guys" my wife teased, effectively cracking us all up.

"Either way, your mother and I are really happy for you guys, and we can't wait till the baby's born" Mike replied.

"Only three more months and he'll be here" Hannah said with a huge smile.

I returned her smile, and we saw her parents beaming as well.

"It's so crazy to think of my baby having a baby—I remember the day you were born Hannah" her mother said, getting slightly emotional.

"Oh mom, don't cry—you're gonna make me cry, and once I start I don't stop" Hannah said, fanning her eyes, hoping to prevent tears from falling.

I laughed at my wife's adorable-ness. "It's ok, I'll wipe them away if you do" I replied, kissing her on the cheek.

"Well on that sweet note, how about some dessert?" Mike suggested, getting up to clear the table.

I stood up as well, and helped carried the dirty dishes into the kitchen. Hannah and Rose followed behind us and grabbed the treats for dessert. We all then returned to the dining room. Dessert was served and I couldn't help but smile, seeing my wife so happy to be home with her family. It was the simplicity of just visiting her parents after being gone for such a long time and enjoying a nice meal all together as a family. My wife caught me staring at her and began to blush.

"Honey, you're staring" she tried to whisper discreetly, a blush creeping up her cheeks.

I simply kissed her cheeks, and she blushed even deeper. "Sorry babe."

We smiled at each other, and after a few moments we looked up and saw her parents gazing at us.

"They're so cute, right Mike?" Rose asked her husband with a smile.

He nodded and smiled. "Yeah, they are."

Hannah and I laughed. "Sorry" I said apologetically.

"Don't apologize, it's cute—we used to be like that, didn't we honey?"

Mike nodded. "Yeah, a long time ago" he said with a laugh.

I saw my wife yawn beside me, and she laid her head on my shoulder, clearly tired, but not wanting to leave her parents.

"Babe, if you're tired, we should leave soon then" I suggested.

She shook her head. "No, but I wanna stay."

I smiled softly. "Ok, a little while longer then" I replied, earning a smile from her.

"You guys are welcome to the guest room if you want to stay" Rose offered sweetly.

Hannah smiled but shook her head. "It's ok mom, we have an early day tomorrow, but we can stay a little while longer."

We all talked around the dining room table for a little while longer, until Hannah literally began to doze off at the table, and that's when we realized we should probably head back home. We thanked her parents and promised to visit a few days after Wrestlemania, when all the madness had calmed down. Her parents bid us farewell, and with that we made the quick trip back home.

Hannah and I arrived home a little while later, both of us wiped out from the long day of traveling and visiting. She retired to our bedroom to change into her pajamas, while I entered the kitchen to make coffee for myself, and tea for my wife. Just as I was pouring the hot water, she emerged from our room in a pair of old sweat pants and one of my t-shirts, her bump as prominent as ever. I let the steaming cups settle on the counter and I walked over to her and gave her a searing kiss. She was stunned at first, but then eagerly reciprocated. We eventually both pulled apart after some time.

"What was that for?" she asked, slightly shocked, but incredibly happy.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Just because."

She smiled and we both walked over to the kitchen counter to retrieve our respective drinks. We walked over to the large sofa in the middle of the living room and got comfortable. She curled up into my side, clutching her coffee mug in one hand, and my hand in the other. I thought to myself, "Damn, if it never gets better than this, I think I would be ok with that." And honestly I would be—with my wife by my side, and our son who would be here in a few months, life was good. The Hall of Fame Ceremony was in two days and Wrestlemania was just around the corner and I couldn't wait, it was going to be amazing.