A/N: Okay so I know it has been FOREVER since I've updated this story, but I had a lot going on and wasn't able to focus on writing. This chapter is more of a filler, setting up for some drama that I have planned for the upcoming chapters, so don't be too hard on it. Lol.
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"Wake up babe."

I could hear his voice in my ear, but I ignored it, pretending to be asleep. My head had found a home on his chest, and I wasn't ready to give that up and face the day yet. To say I was content would be an understatement. The night before was magical; our dinner date was amazing and the way he made me feel afterwards was indescribable. I was hooked.

"Come on Kay; we have to get ready. It's late."

I let out a loud groan before rolling over and slowly opening my eyes.

"Don't wanna go." I whispered, trying to pull the blanket over my face, but he was too quick for me.

"Oh no you don't. Come on Kayla. Time to get up."

I shoved my head deep under my pillow, refusing to give up my fight for more sleep.

"Fine, sleep. But don't blame me when you're left looking for a ride because I left you." He answered, as he got up from the bed and marched into the bathroom to take a shower. I fell back asleep for what felt like half a minute when I heard the shower water shut off and the bathroom door open.

I half opened one eye just in time to catch him waltzing back into the room in a towel. I studied him for a moment; his toned body glistened with little droplets of water, and he looked like a picture straight out of a body builder magazine.

"Mm, I could get used to waking up to this." I whispered, licking my lips and eying him up like a child who had just seen a giant chocolate bar.

John let out a small chuckle as he took a seat on the bed next to me.

"I could get used to waking up next to this too. You are incredibly beautiful."

I couldn't help but smile. Nothing got me more than when a man would tell me I was beautiful, rather than hot. I reached up and gave him a kiss on the cheek before reluctantly climbing out of bed and making my way into the bathroom to shower. Catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but think back to John's words. My eyes were smeared with the previous night's black mascara and eyeliner, my concealer had all but disappeared which gave way to all of my flaws and imperfections, and my hair was sticking up in all different places, leaving me with a likeness to the crown on the head of the Statue of Liberty. How could this man tell me I still looked beautiful?

My mind filled with thoughts of how lucky I was as I proceeded to shower and get ready for the day's events. When I finally finished getting ready and packing, we grabbed a quick breakfast then hit the road for our five hour trip. We were headed to Georgia for our last RAW before Survivor Series, and there was a lot of setting up to do still. While I didn't have my own match at the big Pay Per View, I was valeting for John in his and Randy's winner takes all match. The winner was still not decided by creative yet, so we still weren't sure what was going to happen to me, and I had a feeling we weren't going to find out until the day of the Pay Per View.

John and I spent most of the drive discussing the various scenarios that creative might come up with for the match. Honestly, I was hoping that John would win so I wouldn't have to go back to working closely with Randy; things between us had gotten a little better, but I still wasn't ready to be around him as often as I used to be.

We arrived at our hotel in Georgia with just enough time to drop our bags in the room and head to the arena. John and I had opted to share a room; we had been spending all of our time in the same room anyway, there really wasn't a point in paying for two separate rooms.

The arena was buzzing with excitement when we finally got there. The last Raw before a Pay Per View was always a little hectic, but it was also a lot of fun for us. It was our last chance to convince the fans to spend their money and order the show on Sunday night.

John and I walked through the arena hand in hand for the first time. I could tell our colleagues were watching us, wondering when things had changed and what exactly was going to happen with us. I didn't care what anyone thought. I was happy with John; he had been my knight in shining armor when I needed him the most, and he proved to me that taking a chance with him was worth it. We arrived at John's locker room where our paperwork for the night was already waiting for us.
"Here Kay, check this out." John said, as he handed me the night's events. I read over the plans before looking up at John and smiling.
"It's us against Randy and Emily again, huh?" I said with a smile. John nodded. We were set to win again, which surprised me. With the Pay Per View quickly approaching, I figured they'd give Randy a win if they were planning to allow John to keep his title.

There was a quick knock at the door before it swung open to reveal Randy with a smirk on his face.
"Hey guys, what's up?"
I looked up and smiled. I didn't mind seeing Randy, although I had to admit things were still a little awkward for me. After what happened with Randy two nights ago, I wasn't sure how things were supposed to be between the three of us. John seemed okay with him at breakfast, but I couldn't believe that John would ever trust him the way he used to. In the last couple of months there had been so much drama between the three of us. I thought back to when I first met John and Randy at IWF; I hadn't the slightest interest in either of them. In fact, I thought they were both obnoxious ego maniacs, but eventually I learned to love them both. I was engulfed in my thoughts when a loud voice brought me back to reality.
"Hello? Earth to Kayla!" Randy was waving his hand in front of my face.
"What?" I asked, rather annoyed.
"I was asking you if you're ready for the match tonight."
"Oh. Sure." I answered, still slightly out of it. Randy looked at John who shrugged.
"What's wrong babe?" John asked. I saw Randy raise an eyebrow at the word "babe" and I couldn't help but feel a tad bit happier. We hadn't yet told him that John and I were officially together, and the thought of him feeling jealous made me smile. Randy had done a lot to hurt me in the past; he deserved to feel a little pain.
"Nothing. I'm fine. Just a little tired." I told them both. Honestly, I was fine; I was just really out of it for some reason.
"If you say so." Randy mumbled.

As if on cue, a feeling of extreme nausea swept over my body. I barely made it to the bathroom on time, and then proceeded to empty my stomach of all its contents. I groaned as I flushed the toilet and stood up to look at myself in the mirror. My face was flushed, my eyes watery. I cleared my throat, and then proceeded to brush my teeth before exiting the bathroom.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Randy questioned as I took a seat next to John.
"Yeah, I just must've eaten something bad."
Randy and John both nodded at me. They spoke for a few more minutes before Randy excused himself to let me rest. I laid my head on John's chest and groaned. How could I have eaten something bad? Why couldn't it happen on a day I didn't have to work?
"Close your eyes babe, rest up before we're set to go on." John said, gently stroking my hair. I sighed as I took his advice; maybe I would feel better after a short nap.