"Let me show you some of my moves," D-Bry seduced Cody and started sexy-dancing in front of him.

Cody wrinkled his nose in disgust. "You're a sore loser. This is what it's supposed to look like." Cody began humping his butt in the air, biting his lip and semi-closing his eyes, feeling the rhythm fully.

I didn't know where I was. It was a red room and I couldn't even tell if I was sitting or standing. I must have been floating. Suddenly, goat-face and 'stachio began toward me and hit their moves the moment they were right in front of me.

"No! NOOOOO!" I bellowed in repugnance and confusion as their laughs and the eerie upbeat music drowned out my cries.

Fluttering my eyes open, I couldn't have been more thankful realizing that it was all just a dream. The scene of the lame dirty dancing of D-Bry and Cody was still fresh in my head. What a ridiculous picture. But you know what they say about dreams: When you dream of someone, it means that… that person misses you. Maybe I should be touched. I rubbed my eyes and took in my surroundings.

I realized I wasn't in my room.

I am in Jon's room. I just slept in Jon's bed. The thought started giving me different kinds of reactions. I looked at the clock on his nightstand and it said it was 8:30 AM.

Firm in my hands was little baby minion. I left it safe and comfortable on the pillow and rolled out of Jon's bed. I was honestly a little anxious about starting this day. I wondered how this day would kick off considering Jon was the first person I was going to see. After five minutes of just standing there I finally elected to walk out the door. As I drew near it I heard voices chatting happily from the other side. Jon and Willy.

Slowly, I pulled the door open and shyly stepped outside. I was quickly met by Jon and Willy who sat at the dining table full of delicious breakfast.

"Hey guys," I said shyly with a tight-lipped smile.

"Goodmorning cutie pie!" Willy's slit eyes and wide grin flashed. As always, he was so full of energy and it was still early. I couldn't help but laugh. "Come join us! I've prepared all these for us three!"

"I thought I would never have another piece of those Philly steak sandwiches," I said coolly as I walked toward the table and took a seat from across Jon and next to Willy.

"How was sleep?" Jon asked as soon as I sat down. I realized that he had just got showered and noticed his damp hair messily plastered over his head. It was the same appearance he had whenever he went out to a WWE crowd as Dean Ambrose, except that most of the time he wore his hair slicked back. Yeap, the rest of The Shield kind of always looked wet each time they performed on the show.

"Oh, it was grand." I smiled at him.

"That's good." He nodded in approval and smiled back. "Oh, um, your brother BJ called on your phone when you were still sleeping."

"Oh cheese. What did he say?" I slightly worried about it.

"He just asked what time you'd be home. I told him you'd probably leave as soon as you got up and had breakfast," he said.

I excused myself for a moment and walked over the coffee table in his living area where my bag was placed. I pulled out my phone and sent a quick text to my brother BJ informing him that I'd be home by 2 PM. Afterwards, I went back to join Jon and Willy.

"So Mr. Willy" – I sat down – "How did your princess like the gift?" I looked at him with eagerness.

"She" – He took the time to finish chewing all of the food in his mouth off – "You should have seen the look on her face! She enjoyed it so much, I didn't expect it! I am so proud of myself!" Willy's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm.

And now that I was sitting next to him as he joyfully told his daughter's story, I realized he kind of looked like Bray Wyatt. And then I realized he didn't kind of looked like him, he actually looked like Bray freakin' Wyatt; except Willy wouldn't tell you to follow the buzzards.

"Sweet," I commented cheerily and stuffed a piece of steak into my mouth.

"Hey, kid, thank you so much. Had you not been here, I wouldn't be able to give her something special on her day. Really, she was madly happy with the gift. I wanted to invite you over last night and introduce you to her, but I knew Jon needed you more." Willy let out a silly eye-shutting laugh as a chunk of Philly slightly caught in my throat.

I chuckled along as I hung my head a tad low, and my eyes stole a glance at Jon who silently lowered his head while smiling as he focused on his food. I didn't know how to react to that. Jon was really cute though.

"And by the looks of it, Johnny boy here is actually better and more smiling than the past few days!" Willy said loudly with joy. I grinned silently but his statement was tickling me inside. Johnny boy? HAHAHA!

"I'm actually feeling better," Jon said.

"Indeed!" Willy agreed. "And you're more handsome today, look at you! What a boss! That's my man!" He laughed proudly in that husky sound where there was actually more air than his voice.

I laughed along while Jon shook his head, wearing that dimply smile.

For long minutes the three of us just shared laughter while we enjoyed the food; Willy was the leader of funny stories.

"Hey Jill," the long-lost twin brother of Bray Wyatt said. "Was it hard to be my handsome boy's nurse?"

I paused at the question while I glanced at Jon before answering. "Mmm, nope." The look on Jon's eyes was funny and pressuring, as if he waited for me to say something unpleasant. "Not at all," I said simply.

"Really?" The look of disbelief on Willy's face was just as funny. "How come?"

"Well, he obediently takes the meds on time."

"How do you do that? I've known Jon for long and I'd still say today that he's the most difficult person to deal with when he's ill or real grumpy!" It was funny talked Willy talked about Jon that way like he wasn't around. "But for a pint-sized woman like you to survive his ill state, then you're something else. And Jon, how dare you become compliant to her while you remain hard-headed to me!" He pretended to sound like a condemnatory father of some sort but his airy laugh completely took over.

"I'm not hard-headed, you're just too impatient," Jon protested, laughing along.

"Mmm, maybe." Willy fixed all his flatware on his now empty plate. "Either that, or Jill is just too special that you're less stubborn to her."

That made me swallow my food hard all of a sudden. I wasn't looking at Jon, but no reaction came from him either. When I looked at Willy, it was still that eerie smile of Bray Wyatt that I saw.

Special?

"Jill," Willy said so intensely, I thought he was mad. Until I saw that smile again. "Isn't Jon a handsome man?"

Wait. What? Where did that come from?

I forced a casual smile. "Certainly," I said, applying a casual tone before I awkwardly took the glass of water to drink.

Before the moment could get more awkward, Willy's phone buzzed and magnetized all our attention. I silently finished my food whilst Willy talked to someone on the phone. Do I regret that I said that? 'Course not! And when I risked another glance at Jon, he was looking at me. I gave him an awkward look where my lips were pressed together, and he just smiled.

"Gotta get to the shop by 10," the good-natured man beside me said as he hung up.

"Shop?"

"An automobile repair shop," Jon informed me and drank from his glass of water.

"You're a mechanic?"

"Yes, sweetheart." Willy's smile was proud.

"And you wrestle too, right?" I was interested.

"Used to," he said in almost a despondent tone. "I decided to fill the space my great father had left when he died. I retired from wrestling 6 months ago."

My heart cricked a little at his words. I just offered him an apologetic smile; I couldn't find the words to say. I felt sorry for both his loss of a loved one, and the idea that he had to give up a job he loved so dearly to take over another in dedication to his father.

"But it's perfectly fine. I have been falling in love with the shop. Things are great. All is well in the world!" Willy laughed heartily.

"Yeah, everyone there loves you," Jon said.

"And I'm sure your father is smiling down at you," I said sincerely.

"Thank you." Willy's face was adorable. "So, little kids" – his gaze shifted from me to Jon – "Love your family to eternity. Spend time with them as often as possible. Things can happen to us without warning. Jon, you heard it from me first. I know you're capable of acting like a bitch, but please absorb my words: patch things up with your father."

Jon averted his gaze; there was a change of expression on his face. "Never."

Willy tsked. I looked to Jon and then back to him. "There he goes again." Willy slipped his phone back into his pocket, preparing to get up. "Jill, will you please admonish your friend here? It isn't right to treat your father with contempt, is it?"

I fell silent. I couldn't speak for Jon, but knowing his backstory and how his father had treated them, I couldn't blame Jon for acting the way he did.

"Willy, you're a better father to me than my real father would ever be," Jon jested and chuckled.

"Don't say that." There was seriousness in Willy's voice now as he stood up, about to leave. "Jill, you convince this boy, will you? Convince him to respond to his father. I can't do it, maybe you can. You can make me really happy when I finally discover that Jon has finally paid attention to that letter." He tapped my shoulder gently. "All right, I'm going! Later, Jon! Jill, God bless you!" He finally went out.

In the dining room, we were silent the first few moments since Willy left. Jon still wasn't saying anything.

That letter. Has his father written to him or something?

I found the courage to finally bring up the subject. "That letter that Willy mentioned… Was it from your father?" I looked at him from across where I sat.

He nodded, not meeting my gaze. It was crazy how talking about his father could get him to change moods so quickly.

"What did he say?"

Jon's stare seemed to darken and I quickly got tense for what I thought was about to come.

He licked his lips and his features softened back. "He wants to see me. Us."

And of course I knew how he felt about it. "And you obviously don't want to see him."

He nodded, blasé. I paused and pondered on whether or not to have a serious talk with him about this issue. My initial thinking was that it could really set him off if I decided to discuss it with him. For some reason though, I just knew he wouldn't get riled this time.

"Jon," I said softly. "Why do you not want to reconcile everything with him?"

"Why should I? We never shared one single moment together. Seen his pictures, but holy shit. I never really knew him." His voice was stern.

"But you do, now. Don't you want to give him a chance?"

"I already gave him a chance."

I gave him a confused look.

"Jill, this isn't the first time he wrote me a letter. He'd also sent one a month ago. I secretly went to the place he'd said where to meet him, and I got dissatisfied. I instantly retreated the moment I saw him with a woman and two kids." Jon began arranging the empty dishes in place.

"You assumed they were his second family?"

Jon's face was blank. "I was sure. I'm sure it's his second family."

I let out a deep breath before speaking so that I could be more careful with my words. "Please don't be mad, I am just concerned. But, were you really able to confirm it?"

He stared at me for a few seconds. "No."

I gave him an apologetic look. "Jon, I don't think he would send another letter if he wasn't serious about what he said he wanted."

"Maybe." He folded his arms on the table. "But maybe it's just because of the current state my mom and I are in now that he wants to reconnect with us. One way or another, he must've heard it from someone that his only son, the one that he discarded, is now a WWE wrestler."

And there was no denying that. Not to speak ill of someone I didn't really know, but one way or another, Jon's success in the WWE could have been one of the reasons his father wanted to get in touch with him and his mother.

"That could be true. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't possibly his reason. But so be it. I still believe he has deeper reasons," I said as I looked at him intently. "What if the woman and kids you saw with him weren't his second family, and that he doesn't really have a family to be with at all? Your father might have changed the way he views life now, and he's probably longing for that feeling of being surrounded by a real family – a feeling only you and your mother can provide." The whole time that I was talking, I made sure I sounded pleasant and genial enough not to exasperate him as we discussed his issues with his dad.

"That sounds impossible," he said coldly. "There is no denying the misery he'd caused mom. He left us, Jill. He abandoned me when I was still in my mother's womb. Living in the worst places possible, my mom selling her body to different men for money, and me fighting on the streets as a kid – I blame my father for all that shit. And during that cruel period of our life, where was he when we needed him? Not that we really needed him, 'cause I mean look, my mom and I survived. All I'm saying is, he wasn't there when we could've possibly needed his presence and provision – so he doesn't deserve a family-relationship from me and my mom," he explained, his blue eyes flashing with deep anguish.

"I might never fully absorb the pain you went through and still feel now upon your father's actions, but every day is always a new and clean slate. You've had a shady past, you experienced a whole deal of distress, and that's why you're worried." I breathed and continued, "you can learn from those experiences, but you should use them to help you get more focused on your plans for the future. So that's what your father did to the two of you – but that was years ago. Is it really important now to avenge? We don't live this life for revenge, Jon. If we do, we are wasting our lives."

"I don't think you understand. Because if that is his real reason – if it's really true that he wants to be with us now – it is deeply infuriating to know that it took him 27 long years to realize that he wants and needs a family by his side." Jon pressed a hand against his head. "I just don't get how he has to maltreat his wife, abandon his unborn child, and actually no-show us for many years before he could finally realize that he needs a family."

My heart was cringing inside. I was looking at Jon, and I was starting to be enlightened. I studied his expression and figured out his true emotions. Jon wasn't as wildly outraged at his dad as I'd always thought him to be ever since I found out his back-story. He wasn't exactly as irate at his dad as I'd always imagined him to be. I was looking at Jon, listening to him open up this problem to me, and I didn't really see an angry, retributive son.

What I saw was a son who'd been pained so deep upon being deprived of a father's love all his life. He'd tried to give him a chance before, but had been very afraid to even confront him that he began making what might be a wrong assumption. And he still was afraid to give that chance now. He might not admit it, but I could feel that he was willing to give his father a second chance. He was just afraid. And I couldn't blame him, given the agony he and his mom went through during his father's absence. I couldn't exactly imagine the deep pain that was obviously still stinging inside of him, ripping through his emotions.

But I knew there was still hope. I felt his willingness to give his father another chance, despite his attempt to hide it. And it was that sliver of hope that ignited me to do everything I could to push Jon to officially give his dad another chance. I truly cared about Jon now that even I was affected by the issues between him and his father. This might be a real, one time-big time opportunity for his family to be whole for the first time, and I wanted Jon to finally have that moment.

"Jon. Think back to when you decided to go see him a month ago. What did – "

"I told you, Jill. I saw him with his girl and kids. I couldn't – "

"Please let me finish." I gave him a soft smile. He bit his lip and nodded silently, and I went to continue. "Think back to that moment. Why did you decide to do it? Why did you want to go there and see him? Why did you even bother trying?"

"My mom," he whispered, his gaze on the table. "My mom wanted him back. And she still does. She might not tell it straight to me, but I know. I just know. It's unimaginable how she still loves him after everything that happened. My aunts have told me happy stories about my parents when I wasn't born yet, and said they really seemed like the perfect pair, my relatives were so flummoxed and hurt that things completely went wrong between the two of them."

I arched a brow. "Okay, but how about you? You do want to see him too, right?"

I watched him chew the inside of his cheek. "I don't," he said coolly, averting his gaze.

Fine, keep hiding it. You'll give in and admit it soon. For now you can be really cute trying so hard to hide your feelings, handsome.

"Okay," I said, not wanting to press on the idea anymore. "You did it for your mom. You can do it again this time, I'm sure. You can do it again for your mom."

His upper teeth remained sunken into his lower lip. "I'm… I'm not really sure," Jon said.

"You think of your mom, Jon. Don't focus on what she's telling you, but on what she's not telling you – just like what you said about her not admitting it to you that she wants to see your dad, but you just feel and know it." This time, I leaned closer over the table. "I'm very sure she's proud of you, she loves you so much and you two are very happy together… but perhaps she still has this one and only wish in her life to have your father back and set things right."

"You think so?" Jon asked pensively. There was thoughtfulness in his expression.

I nodded and smiled softly. "I understand you're scared, but you really need to – "

"I ain't scared of nothin'!" Jon cut me off. "I'm worried for mom. I can't bear to tell her if I ever find out that my dad has just been fooling us with these letters. I ain't scared," he protested, and I had to stifle back a giggle.

But he was scared, I knew. I could just sense it. While it was true that he was worried for his mom, it was also true that he was afraid to experience disappointment if he would ever find out that his dad didn't seriously want to see Jon and his mom. He was afraid and he didn't want to admit it.

"All right, all right. My point is, you really need to give it a try, Jon."

"And if it fails?" he asked, and suddenly his blue eyes were soft and weak, displaying utter worry.

"Then at least you tried." My smile was reassuring. The last thing I would want was to do anything that would discourage Jon. I knew that he wanted to do it but was just hesitant, and all he needed was a proper boost. "It will be painful and upsetting, but so what? After all, you're Jonathan freakin' Good, and pain and upset can't do chaos better than you. I'm more than sure you'll get through that."

To my pleasure, Jon finally smiled widely and there was no denying how adorable that dimple looked. He fell silent for a few moments, as though he was gathering his thoughts.

"I… I think I'm gonna do it," he murmured, his eyes glued to the table.

"You're going to do it. He is your only father in this world, Jon."

His eyes slowly roved up from the table to me. "You're right. I will give him another chance."

I felt so much joy upon hearing Jon finally make a decision. For a moment there we were just smiling at each other. I didn't know about him, but I was just purely glad that I had convinced him and he was now finally, officially giving his father a chance. With that said, we decided to clean up the table. I had to leave real soon.

We brought the empty plates to the sink.

Suddenly, Jon touched my arm. "Jill, can I trust you with something?" There was seriousness in his tone.

"Of course," I answered confidently. "We're friends." I smiled.

For some odd reason Jon had an unreadable expression on his face after I said that. It was as if I'd said something wrong. The smile on my lips quickly faltered and I began to worry a little.

"What?" I asked when he still didn't respond.

He shook his head very slowly, as though he was unsure of his reactions himself. I still couldn't read him at this point. It was such an unreadable look on his face! That was when I really wondered if I'd said something wrong, when all I ever said were the words "Of course" and "We're friends".

When he still didn't speak, I had to ask him already.

"Are we… not friends?" I asked, worry in my tone.

"No – I mean, we are!" His words, though seemingly hesitant and unsure, were quick. "We are friends, yes. It's just that – I uhh, thought, um…"

I scratched my head. "So we are friends?"

"Yes?"

"Is that still in question?" I asked, now more confused than ever.

"Yes," he repeated his 'yes' in a more declarative tone instead of in an interrogative one like previously. But I was too stupid to realize everything.

"Our friendship is in question?" I was the most confused person on planet earth.

"No, no, no." He shook his head and I could tell he was about to laugh at me.

"Then what?" I had gone completely hysterical now, it was ridiculous.

Jon started laughing. "Okay, okay." He gently placed his hands on my shoulders as though to keep me from moving frantically with my hysteria over our awkward conversation. "Yes we're friends, Jill. And that's why I can trust you."

I sighed as I looked up at him. "Right. So what is it you wanted to tell me?"

"This whole thing with my dad… can you not share it to anyone else? Colby and Joe know it. Since I trust you, you may share this to Bryan and Cody if you want. I just don't want this to get to the board. And I heard how Paul and the McMahons are so concerned with the Superstars' personal issues, especially Stephanie. I just don't want them to take actions for my problems. I want to take care of my issues all by myself. It's something really personal."

"You can count on me like one-two-three," I replied cheerily, grinning crazily.

He snorted, playfully mocking me. "You're so corny." He laughed.

I pretended to be hurt and laughed. "That's okay. I'm just really happy now. I can't wait till Willy finds out your decision, he's gonna be even prouder of you than he already is!" I clapped my hands in excitement. "Hey, speaking of Willy… I just realized he looks like Bray Wyatt."

Jon arched a brow. "Bray Wyatt as in Windham Rotunda?"

I nodded. Once he was done analyzing the resemblance, we broke out laughing so hard.

At 10 AM I had finally left Cincinnati. My drive back home was silent… but then it was normal because I was alone. But during another four-hour drive, a scent penetrated my nostrils, drugging me insanely and it was gestating euphoria into my imaginative mind. It came from my clothes. From my entire body.

Remembering which bed this body of mine had slept in last night, I immediately came up with a conclusion.

I smelled like Jon.

And for probably the entire four hours of driving, I was smiling like a maniac.

A/N: Extremely deeply profoundly ultimately S-O-R-R-Y for the late update! College life is like... "Kill me now!" XD

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