Colby was in a conundrum of sorts. He knew that he should be ecstatic that he was cleared and due back on the road Monday night, but he was worried about Isabelle. That was so soon, and he wasn't at all ready to leave his wife and son at home even though he knew that he had to. If he wasn't working then he wasn't getting paid and the bills were going to stop coming. Despite the fact that she knew these facts, he was terrified to see her reaction to the news that he'd be leaving so soon.

His wife was currently in their hotel room, he hoped that she was still naked, and catching up on her sleep. This was only possible because Tieler was with his parents for the weekend, allowing the young couple the opportunity to escape to Des Moines for a weekend alone. Isabelle had opted to not accompany him to the arena because she claimed to not have been feeling well, but he knew that it was a self image concern keeping her away from seeing her friends, but he didn't push her to come with him because he didn't want her feeling uncomfortable.

Words couldn't describe how upset he was about her lack of self esteem, because she was gorgeous to him. It was his job as her husband to make her feel beautiful, and if she was having issues with her image than he obviously wasn't doing his job right. But it was obvious that his opinion wasn't what mattered to her, even though it was what she was most worried about. It didn't even make sense to him, but his concern was getting back to her in one piece so he could break the news to her.

It seemed like everybody on the road was brand new to driving, and he would be lying if he said that he wasn't scared. After the accident he drove about five to ten miles slower than the speed limit, not even caring that he could possibly be impeding traffic. He wasn't over it(but he pretended to be for his wife's sake), therefore he'd take his sweet time getting from Point A to Point B because it made him feel so much safer. But right now he could've been going five miles an hour and he'd still feel unsafe on the road.

After thirty minutes of white-knuckling the steering wheel, he finally arrived at the hotel and took a deep breath to calm his nerves. Going into the room frazzled wasn't going to help him break the news to his wife. That would only make her nervous. When he was nervous then she started freaking out and her freaking out was bad for him because he hated it when she panicked.

He spent his whole elevator trip trying his best to appear calm, but that calm demeanor fell to shit when he entered the room and found her sleeping on his side of the bed. He wouldn't be able to capture moments like this if he was away from home three hundred nights a year. He'd miss his son growing up and all the milestones that came with it. He'd most likely end up missing Isabelle's second pregnancy, too, and he didn't want that. That wasn't a way to live, but he supposed that it was the price paid by every hard working man in the business.

"Colby?"

"Yeah, Isabelle, I'm back." He spoke softly making his way to the bed, toeing out of his shoes as he did so. He gently sat on the plush mattress, placing his hand on her bare back and gently rubbing her soft skin as he made solid eye contact with her. He was trying so hard to just convey to her that he was cleared without having to voice it, and he felt that it may have worked when she sat up and moved to sit behind him. Arms wrapped around him and he felt her chin on his shoulder in a silent effort to comfort him.

"When do they want you on the road?"

"Monday."

The word shook Isabelle to her very core. That was way too soon for him to be leaving her and their son. She thought they'd have more sense than that, but if it was what Creative wanted then that was what they were going to get. They always got what they wanted regardless of how stupid it sounded to everyone else.

"We'll figure it out." She whispered, trying to reassure herself more than her husband. She honestly had no clue what she was going to do. Being forced into this so quickly wasn't something she prepared for. She prepared to be eased into him leaving, but this was her being thrown into the ocean with no option but to learn how to swim.

"You think we can?"

"I know we can, Colby." Isabelle spoke softly, kissing his cheek. "We just have to stay on the same page and we'll be fine."

"We still have the bus, would you be opposed to coming along for a few weeks?"

"I dunno, Colby. As much as I'd love to, I just don't think being on the road is such a good environment for Tieler." She gave her opinion, gently rubbing his shoulders. "Besides, you shouldn't be getting up every other hour because his diaper his full or he's hungry while having to wrestle every night. Then there's J-squared who are also on the bus and it just wouldn't be a solid environment for anybody."

"I just don't want to be without you guys."

"I know, babe. Maybe they can keep you off off house shows for a couple months and gradually work you into being completely full-time." She suggested, moving around him so she could sit in his lap. "We'll figure it all out, osito."

"I know, mama. I just worry a lot."

"I know, but I love you and your worrying self, Colby." She whispered, gently pecking his lips with a smile.

"I love you, too, Isabelle."

"Wanna show me how much before we go home?"

"Don't mind if I do."

The couple was home that night, stopping by his parents' house on the way to pick up their son. Their earlier plan of being away for the weekend was foiled by Colby needing Sunday to pack up his things so he could be in Idaho for RAW Monday afternoon. Isabelle wasn't pleased, but the way Colby was clinging told her that he wasn't either. So she let it slide, knowing that right now she needed to make everything easier for her husband at this point in their night. Even if it meant hiding her own anguish and worries in order to make him feel better.

She'd do what she supposed every other wife in the business did- smile and pretend that they were alright just so their husbands wouldn't worry. After all, they weren't the first married couple in the business to have to deal with this situation. This was a price paid by everyone who had come before them and, while not all of those marriages lasted, plenty of them did withstand the test that time and distance put on their relationship and Isabelle was certain that she and Colby would be no different(she just pretended that the failed marriages didn't happen). She and Colby would be totally fine, especially with all of the technology they had at their disposal.

"You're thinking hard, mama." Colby spoke softly, trying his best not to wake the sleeping infant in his arms while he tried to get his wife's attention. It seemed to work, because Tieler didn't even flinch and Isabelle looked away from the blank TV to smile at him. "What's on your mind?"

"Just trying to figure out how I'm going to get things off the top shelf in the kitchen while you're supporting our family." She lied, not wanting him thinking that she had concerns about the strength of their relationship. She honestly didn't, but sometimes he could warp things that she said and start doubting himself because of it and she didn't want that.

"I'll move a couple coffee mugs down to the middle shelf for you before I go." He chuckled, watching as she scooted closer so that there wasn't even half an inch of space between them. "I'm going to miss you guys so fucking much."

"It'll almost be like you never left, since we can video chat and stuff like that." She spoke with a smile that she hoped would be reassuring to him.

"This is why I'm glad you went to college before you met me and I drug you around the world with your brother." He joked, watching as she smiled into his arm. "I'll make sure to put on all of my shirts and wear them for at least ten minutes before I go."

"You don't have to do that for me." Isabelle assured, biting her lip as she thought about it. It would be nice to have something that smelled like him to get her through the really bad days. She knew there'd be really bad days because it would be a week without him and they'd never been apart that long since they got married over a year ago. "Maybe just a couple..."

"Say no more, mama. I'm going to go lay Tieler down, why don't you go get some sleep, alright?" He suggested to his wife and smiled when she nodded her approval of his plan. She stood and kissed his cheek before gently kissing Tieler's forehead and heading up the stairs. He followed shortly after, carefully carrying his son up the stairs and to the nursery where he laid the sleeping infant in his crib. He knew that he wouldn't sleep through the night in the crib, but he felt like he'd need to snuggle in bed with his wife alone on his last real night with her. A night where he held her close for the most part and assured her that everything would be fine despite them being apart for a while, much like he did before they were separated for their bachelor and bachelorette parties.

While he was intent on laying down and cuddling with his wife, he got caught up in how absolutely beautiful his son was. He took so many traits from his mother, yet somehow looked a lot like him at the same time and it drove him nuts. He'd grow up to be a good kid. A heartbreaker for sure, but a good kid nonetheless. When he was older, and could talk at the very least, he'd be taking care of his mother while his father was away on tour, making sure that she wasn't crying and ensuring that there was always a smile on his mother's beautiful face.

His thinking turned into him voicing these thoughts with his voice barely above a whisper; telling his son how much he'd miss him and his mother, letting him know how much he'd truly regret missing most of his big milestones because of work, but letting him know that it was to give Isabelle the life she deserved and to provide a stable life for him at home.

What he didn't know was that his wife was standing by the doorway, listening to every word he spoke to the infant while quiet tears rolled down her cheeks and she covered her mouth to hide her sobs.