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By the time I got in the car, both Joe and Jon were there and both were relatively quiet. Jon called shot gun, forcing Joe to sit in the back. I'd checked up on both of their injuries, before sliding into the driver's seat.
Almost immediately, Jon settled into his seat and closed his eyes. Joe face timed Galina and Jo Jo, before following suit.
I turned on the radio, putting on Hands Like Houses. It was a four hour ride according to the GPS, so I settled in.
We were at the two hour mark, when Jon woke up.
"How far out are we?" he asked.
"Two hours. How's the head?"
"It's fine. You wanna switch?"
"Nah. I'm good."
"I don't know what Joe and I are gonna do, when we're forced to drive on our own again."
"I see that's why you put up with me, because I'll drive, when you're too sore."
"Well that and I'm anxiously waiting for the reappearance of-"
"Say it and I'm not going to tell you what I'm excited about."
"You aren't gonna tell me anyways."
"Yes, I am."
"If you were going to tell me, you would've told me."
"I got hired full time."
"With WWE?"
"No by Vitoria's Secret. I'm their new model. Of course WWE."
"So you're sticking around?" he asked.
"Uh huh."
"You wouldn't know what to do without me."
I scoffed. "Let me assure you that my life would not end without you in it. It may be less fun, but not over."
"Keep telling yourself that sweetheart."
I reached over and swatted at him.
"Both hands on the wheel. Colby's told us stories."
"Colby told you stories about himself and smacked my name on them. He does that all the time. People will be like Colby told us how that one time you stole the neighbor's dog. I didn't steal it. He did."
"That bastard."
"Don't mock me."
"I'm not mocking you. Why I would never mock WWE's newest medical professional."
"Bite me."
"How about instead I take you out to dinner to celebrate the new job? Like a nice dinner not pizza or wings."
"Upgrading from Pizza Hut to Oliver Garden," I teased. "Damn we're moving on up in the world."
"Shut up," he mumbled, "or I won't take you anywhere."
I chuckled. "I'd like dinner."
"I'll figure it out tomorrow."
His words were getting slower and his voice lower and more raspy.
"Go back to sleep. I'll wake you, when we get to the hotel."
He hummed, before settling back into the seat. "Congrats, Darlin."
"Thanks."
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