WWE Headquarters – 8:32 AM

"Shawn! You ready?"

"Yes, mom," the little boy said as he came flying down the hallway, a bag trailing behind him.

"Awesome, you and your bag go into the bus. We're leaving soon."

"Viv, can I talk to you?" Paul asked as he approached her. "It's about the menu."

"Sure," she said as she grabbed up her own bag. "Shawn on the bus please, baby."

"I got him," Jay said as he picked the boy up as well as holding the bag he carried. "We'll be on the bus."

"Thanks, honey." She turned to follow where Paul had walked off to. She looked to Paul's smiling face. "What?" she said, him leading them into the bus that was his and Stephanie's.

"'Thanks, honey,'" he jokingly mocked her.

"Remind me to replace all the sugar in your cookies with salt," Vivian said as she sat down at the small table that was strewn with papers. "What's all this?"

"Schedules and menus."

"Okay," she said, beginning to sort through it all. "Looks like most of it is all the same basic things."

"We need you to give us a rough note of items you'll need. Vince was asking me for days about it, but of course, I wouldn't see you until now."

"Right," she said, looking back down to the menu requests. "Shouldn't take but a minute or so. I assume the kitchens in the arenas will provide some."

"Yeah," Paul confirmed. "They should."

They were sitting at the table for a while before Stephanie came in, bags in her hand.

"Oh, Viv, good. You're here." She plopped down on the couch across from them, slightly out of breath. "Jay was looking all over for you. Thought I'd never get him to not follow me."

"Why? He knows I went with Paul."

"Because he wants to be around you at all times," Paul teased with attempted puppy eyes.

"Ha-ha," Vivian said as she stood from the table. "There's the list your dad wants, Steph. Should be everything I need for what's on the menus. I'll see you two later on."

"Thank you, Vivy!" Stephanie called out behind her as she took off.

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"Shawn's taking a nap," Jay informed her, shutting the compartment door to the bunks behind him, as she sat down on the couch. He walked in front of her a few times, arms folded over his abdomen and a near disgruntled look on his face.

She fixed hard eyes on him. "What are you pacing around in front of me for?" Her words made him pause, and he placed one hand up to his chin.

"What am I pacing for?" he asked, almost in a mocking tone. "What is Randy Orton coming up to me for, telling me what you agreed to a date with him at the conference?"

"He what?" she asked, her jaw dropping. "Why's he telling you that?"

"So it's true?" He watched her eyes drop as she tilted her head.

"No, and the fact that you think it is makes me want to punch you. You saw the card he sent with those roses and I didn't care to respond to it."

"So where's he getting that?"

"I don't know. You know that we talked for a bit outside of the meeting before he went in. But it wasn't anything extensive. It wasn't even long enough for him to invite me out to lunch."

"Mhm, and what did he say to you?"

"Something about saying hello to a beautiful lady or whatever. Jay, I don't remember now. I didn't care to memorize it. What's your problem? He's married with a kid."

"Yeah," he said, continuing his pacing. "And so are you."

She looked sharply at him. "What's that supposed to mean?"

He sighed, running a hand over his face. "Look, I'm sorry, babe," he said as he sat down next to her, grabbing at her hips. "I don't want to start fighting over senseless things."

"Then why are you?" She crossed her arms over her chest, denying him the hug he tried to pull her into. "If I wanted to fight with someone, I would have stayed with Jeff." She felt his body go limp as he hung his head.

"Is that what you want? Want me to leave you alone so you can go back to Jeff? Want me to stop the bus so I can get off, and you can go to him?" He didn't hear a peep out of her as she stared blankly ahead of her. "Hmm? Is that what you want? What did he even say about the papers?"

"What is that any of your concern?" she asked, looking at him with anger in her eyes.

"What do you mean? You're my girlfriend. You think I won't be concerned about it?"

"You shouldn't be. It's not your place to be concerned." She stood, walking into the small kitchen and leaned on the counter.

"What do you mean not my place? Are we not together?" When she didn't answer, he looked down into his hands and nodded. "Okay, I get it. I'm just your fuck buddy now, right? You leave your husband after he bloodies you up, and now you need someone to sleep with. Well, no wonder you picked me. You knew I've loved you since the day I saw you."

"That is not what I meant, Jay. Don't put words in my mouth. I filed the shit myself. I can't help that he wants to fight against it."

"Then tell me, right now," he breathed out as he got up to stand in front of her, "that we're together."

She tried to look everywhere but at his handsome face that was looking straight into her soul. "I feel wrong for admitting it."

"But you can lay down with me?"

"That's different, Jay! Sex is different than being in a relationship with someone."

"So it is just sex between us," he said, sounding so defeated, her heart broke. "After all we were to each other for nearly fifteen years, now I'm just someone you can get dick from. That's nice to know." He turned from her, leaning against the counter.

She felt like she couldn't talk. All the words she wanted to say to him seem to jumble around in her mind. Tears she just couldn't hold back found their way down her cheeks. "Jay," she said quietly.

"When we stop, I'll get my stuff."

"No," she whispered, watching as he slid open the compartment door and disappeared to the back of the bus.

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Vivian woke up from the jar of the bus coming to a complete stop. She sat up on the mattress, realizing that her son was not in the bunk parallel to hers as he was when she dozed off. It took her a minute to hear the sounds coming from the small living area. She stretched as she stood, and opened the compartment door. Jay and Shawn were sitting on the couch playing a wrestling game. Leaning against the door way, she smiled as she saw her excited son get the win.

"Good job, Shawn," Jay said. He placed the controller down as Shawn jumped into his lap.

"I beat you, Uncle Jay," he said, placing his hands on either side of Jay's face and squeezing.

"That you did," he laughed as he hugged the little boy.

"We're stopped for the night?" Jay heard her soft voice ask.

He cleared his throat, letting go of Shawn, and looked up at her. "Yeah, we're stopped at the hotel." He watched Shawn turn off the game console and neatly put everything away.

She looked down at her feet, biting her lip as she looked back to him. "You still leaving?" she asked in an even softer voice. He stood, meeting her at the door way, and took her hands into his.

"No, and I'm sorry I even said that." She lowered her head into his chest as he hugged gently around her waist. He could have kicked himself for being so mean and unthoughtful to her. He knew he didn't need to add to any more stress she was already dealing with. "Come on, let's get to our rooms," he whispered into her hair.

They all collected their bags and headed their way into the lobby of the hotel. Jay saw Randy sitting in the lobby, talking amongst a few fellow wrestlers. The smile on Randy's face wiped away when he saw Jay make a point to hold Vivian's hand after they received their room key and walked to the elevators. Jay also noted the fact that Randy saw Shawn, looking slightly confused as to why the little boy was with the two of them.

When they were in the suite, their bags neatly stored away and all of them changed for bed, Jay laid next to Vivian on their bed.

"You okay?" she asked him, picking up a card from the game that she was playing with Shawn.

"I'm fine," he said. He watched them play their card game a few moments before asking her the question on his mind. "Randy know he's your son?"

"I suppose so. I never made it a point to tell Randy I had a kid at all. I don't talk to him much. Why?"

"Nothing," he said, lightly shaking his head. He didn't miss the way Vivian looked at him from the side as she finished the card game with her son.

"Time to go to bed, Shawnie-boy."

"Aww mom, can't I stay up with Uncle Jay?"

"No, no. You have to be up early so you can leave with your Aunt Stephanie."

"I'm going back to school?"

"Well, you gotta go to school, Shawn," Jay commented. "How else are you going to get so smart?"

"I can be a wrestler just like you!" he said, climbing on top of Jay.

Vivian's heart warmed at the sight of Jay tickling Shawn, and their laughter filling the room. Wiping a laughter tear from her eye, she heard the soft rumbling of his voice. "I'll put him in his bed." He then stood, taking Shawn into the other separated room from the rest of the suite. When he came back, he saw Vivian laying down in her space on the bed, her legs tantalizing him. The soft glow of her tanned skin practically calling out for him to touch her smooth legs.

He bowed his head, and let out a small laugh to himself. Everything he wanted to do with her would have to wait for later nights. Not only because Shawn was here with them for the night, but because she was sleeping like a baby herself. He pulled the shirt he wore off and slid into bed, making sure to cover her up as well.