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Four days have passed since I told Dean to leave and the last 4 days have been the worst days of my life. I hate living without him. I'm miserable. I miss everything about him. I miss his beautiful blue eyes looking back at me and I miss his cute little dimples. I miss his perfect firm chest, his perfect abs, his perfect little butt and those arms that he wraps me up in at night. I miss his hugs and his kisses. I miss him making me laugh, making me smile, his picky ways and everything having to be the right way. I miss him driving me crazy. I miss his pranks, I miss his raspy voice and his wild hair and the stubble on his face when he doesn't shave, I miss him. Without him my life is not nearly as complete. I have lived without him before. For years he has been away but I always knew he would come home to see Natalia and me. I knew that he was still in love with me and that we still had a chance. I knew that he was still mine and that we were still happy but now I have no idea how we are. We both said some things. We have never fought like this before except when I cheated on him with Stephen and when I quit my job. Other than that our fights never get this bad but by far this is the worst. He won't even answer his phone or my texts. Natalia won't answer her phone either or answer my texts. I feel like I lost the two most important people in my life.
As much as Natalia drives me crazy she makes my life complete. It was her and me for the last few years. We don't always get along but I do love her. Even if she told me that she hated me I know that she doesn't. Things just get said in the heat of the moment but it doesn't excuse her behavior. I may have been too lenient with her the last 10 years, almost 11 years now. I let her have what she wanted, let her get her way. I turned her into the monster she is today because I felt bad because her dad wasn't around as much as she wanted him to be. I made excuses about her behavior ever since she was little blaming it on Dean being away or blaming it on her disorders. It's my fault she behaves the way she does and I can't even be upset about it. It doesn't excuse it but I only have myself to blame. I miss her. She is the highlight of my day, the highlight of my whole world. I love her and I want her to come back home. I want them both to come home. I pull my cell phone out of my pocket and type in a message to send to Dean.
Hey it's me. Can we pls talk?
I lay my phone down on the coffee table and pick up some of the work I need to work on since Summerslam is coming up in the next week. I have a lot to get done. I jump as my phone buzzes alerting me I have a text.
Yeah.
I smile seeing his text and quickly type in a response. Can you come over now?
Be there in 10 minutes.
Okay.
I am elated by the fact he is coming home so that we can talk about this. I really want to talk to him. I realized in the last few days that I wasn't the best wife and I can be controlling at times but that is not my intention. I just like to be in control of situations sometimes. That's how I have always been. It's my personality. I may get a little out of line with it sometimes but it's just me. I want to do better. I get up from the couch and make my way upstairs to the bedroom so I can change into something better and fix myself up a little bit. I don't want him to see how rundown I am from the last 4 days of living without him. I tear through my drawers looking for something to put on, I smile when I find a black t-shirt and a pair of blue jean shorts with holes in them. I put them on quickly before I brush through my hair and throw it up into a ponytail before I put on a little bit of make up before making my way downstairs. I make my way downstairs just in time to see Dean walk into the front door. I smile as I see him walk in with Natalia. My heart skips a beat as his blue eyes meet mine. I finish making my way down the stairs. "Natalia, go to your room while your mom and I talk okay?"
"Okay," says Natalia as she looks at me. "I'm sorry that I said I hated you. I don't hate you. You make me mad sometimes. I'm sorry. I love you, Mom and I'm sorry that I hit you. It won't happen again," she says.
"I hope it doesn't, Natalia. I know you love me. People say things when they get upset. We've all done it. I know you don't hate me. I love you so much," I say as I embrace her in a hug and she hugs me back. I kiss the top of her blonde hair. "All right, go upstairs to your room so that Dad and I can talk okay?"
"Okay," she says as we break our embrace and she makes her way upstairs.
Dean and I make our way to the living room. He walks in with his hands in the pockets of his blue jeans, his white t-shirt covered by his leather jacket and his favorite baseball cap covering his brow. "Hey," he says in his deep voice and I almost lose it just hearing the sound of his sexy voice. He takes his hat off and lays it down on the table before taking a seat on the couch.
"Hey," I say taking a seat next to him. "I'm sorry," I say.
"I'm sorry too," he says, "I said some things that I didn't mean to say. You were right I should have talked to you about going part time with my wrestling. You're my wife and you're right. We should have discussed that with one another. I just felt that if I came to you about it that you would get upset and tell me no or talk me out of it."
"But you didn't try, Dean. You just made the decision on your own. We have enough money to spare so it's not a big deal. I'm sure you're still banking 2.5 million a year but the honest truth is it hurt that I had to find out about it from my boss and not from you. I'm happy that you decided to go part time. Natalia needs you around more, I need you around more and now with Oliver coming in a few months we need you around more. I know why you did it. I know it hasn't been easy for you sacrificing your time with us to put on a show for the fans. You married that business the day you walked into it. I know that. You sacrificed so much for it and that is amazing. I have stood by your side through all the sacrifices and supported you through every decision you made, why wouldn't I support you in this decision?"
"I don't know," he says, "I should have talked to you about it first before I made any decisions. When we got married we made vows to each other. I'm sorry, Ana."
"I'm sorry too," I say, "I didn't mean to tell you to leave. I was just so upset with everything. I was upset with Natalia and the dog that when you came home everything just hit the fan. I'm sorry."
"I know," he says, "I know that being a mom and being pregnant isn't easy for you. You're dealing with a lot. You have been through a lot with Natalia and most of the time I haven't been there to fix the situation or be the man of the house I was supposed to be. I know I said some hurtful things to you like throwing Stephen in your face."
"Yeah, that hurt, Dean. I thought we were working past that. I thought we were moving on beyond that. I thought we were working through it. I did what I did, I admitted to it. I told you I would have a paternity test done for you and I will. I'm sticking by my word. Oliver is your son and I know it. If I wasn't sure I would tell you but I know for a fact that Oliver is your son but I understand why you feel the way you do. I screwed up. I know that I did but don't keep throwing it in my face. I'm trying here. I love you, Dean. I love you so much. There is only you. You're the only man that I want. The last 4 days without you have been tough, the last 4 days have been hell. I don't ever want to live without you. I don't want to lose what we have. We have a lot to work on and we're still working on it. I know when I slept with Stephen that screwed us up but stop throwing it in my face every time we have an argument. It's not fair to me and you do it because you know it hurts me. You know how bad I feel about what I did to you and how badly I hurt you. You throwing it in my face hurts me every time."
"I don't mean to hurt you, Ana. I'm sorry."
"And I'm sorry that I'm so controlling but you have known me for 11 years. Has there been a day when I wasn't controlling. I'm uptight, I have a strong personality. You chose to marry a woman with a strong and aggressive personality."
"And I am in love with that aggression, that fire but we have got to work on working together."
"I know," I say. "We need to make decisions together and be equal in this marriage if not we're going to fall apart and that's not what I want to happen. We need to work together, we need to talk to each other and we need to compromise. I will admit I am guilty of taking control and I need to work on that."
"Yeah you do," he says, "just like I need to work on not letting you control me. I just feel like since I have been gone for so long that you have run the house and you have been in charge. I don't want to come in here and screw things up. You have a way of doing things."
"And so do you," I say. "We can compromise and work together. We need to, Dean. We need to be a team, a union isn't that what marriage is all about?"
"Yeah," he says.
"I promise I won't be so controlling anymore. I'm going to do my best."
"That's all that I ask. It makes me feel like a punk when you bust my balls, Ana. I already feel like a failure because I'm not the dad I want to be or the husband I want to be then you controlling things make it even worse."
"I'm sorry that I made you feel that way, Baby," I say. "I'm really sorry."
"I accept your apology, just let me feel like a man sometimes okay?"
"Okay," I say with a smile, "would it make you feel better if I told you that you're the only man that I need and will ever need?"
"That makes me feel a lot better," he says with a smile.
"But we really do have to work together and the first thing we need to work together on is Natalia," I say, "she's getting out of control, Dean. She hit me the other day. That can't happen and I'm pregnant. What if she gets too violent? I'm scared something could happen to the baby."
"I know," he says, "I talked to her about it. We had a nice long talk about her actions. She wasn't too happy with me either. I told her she can't behave like that and if I catch her or hear about her putting her hands on you again, she's getting a spanking."
"You'd spank her?" I ask.
"If she deserved it yes," he says, "I know we never really discussed our punishment choices with her. We just let her go unpunished for her actions. I don't know how to handle her."
"We can ground her," I say. "I'm not sure spanking is the best with her. She has anger problems and that may make her angrier. I don't know and take things away like her cellphone."
"Right," he says, "Do you think we should take her to a therapist? Do you think that could help her?"
"I think it could. She could learn to channel her anger. It's only going to get worse. I don't want to see her get destructive and destroy her life. You know what I mean?"
"I know," he says, "we do have to do something about that anger. What if we put her into karate? Do you think that would work with her? It teaches self-control and it is a healthy way to channel her anger."
"With 5 nights of dance class for 3 hours each night when are we supposed to find time to put into karate? It is a good idea. That could work too. It is a healthy way to get her aggression out and channel her anger the right way. She needs to learn self-control. I don't know how she's so good at ballet but karate may work for her too. She needs to do something she's so angry and she lashes out at people."
"I was the same way when I was her age," he says, "but there wasn't really anyone to help me. We didn't even have real healthcare. A lot of my problems went under the rug because my mom couldn't do anything about it. I don't want that for Natalia. I have the money, we have the money I should say and we can get her the help that she needs as well as the help we need with her. I think we are in over our heads and have been for a while. You're right. It's only going to get worse if we don't seek the help that she needs including putting her on medication if she needs to be. She needs something to calm her down."
"I know," I say. "I'll talk to her pediatrician and see what he suggests. We just can't do this alone anymore and part if it is my fault because for years I have made excuses for her because of her disorder and I have babied her and let her have her way so that's why it's as bad as it is but enough is enough. We need to do something."
"I agree," he says. "We'll figure it out and in a couple weeks I'll be home more so you'll have some extra help. I'm sorry that I haven't been around."
"It's okay," I say, "you were doing what you love and I understand that. When you signed up to be in the business I knew what I was in for, lots of lonely nights and lonely days very little time with you. I knew to expect it. I am just happy that you are living out your dream."
"Thanks," he says. "I love you, Ana."
"I love you too," I say with a smile.
"We are going to have our problems I know that but I will never stop loving you."
"I will never stop loving you either," I say as I take his hand into mine intertwining our fingers and playing with his wedding band. "I guess we're stuck together for life."
"I wouldn't have it any other way," he says running his finger over my wedding band.
"I was so scared that I was going to lose you. We never fought that badly before."
"You'll never lose me, Ana," he says pulling me into his lap. "We may piss each other off and get on each other's nerves most of the time but I love you like no other. You're the only woman I want in my life. You're the mother of my children. You've seen me at my worst and still want me regardless. You were there for me before the money came and I'm sure if it was all gone tomorrow you would still be here. What we have, Ana is hard to just throw away. It's hard to just walk out on you. I needed a few days to calm down and think everything out. I learned that I never want to live a day without you and I never want to face a time where I can't make you happy or you're not there to make me smile. I missed you so much and the last 4 days have been hell for me too. Every moment I thought about you, every time I dreamt I dreamt of you. I missed everything about you. You'll never lose me because I can't lose you. I can't live without you. I can't even think without you. I need you more than you'll ever know. If anything I'm scared of losing you," he says as I rest my head on his chest listening to his beating heart.
"You're never going to lose me, Dean. I'm crazy when you're not around. The last 4 days I was going crazy without you. I was missing you like crazy. Everything that drives me nuts about you I missed dealing with every day. Even your pranks, I was missing them. I missed everything about you. I was a wreck. Every day and every hour that passed I was breaking. I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep, I needed you. I wanted no one but you. You'll never lose me. I'm here forever, Dean. I promised you my heart forever and it's yours. I'm not giving it to anyone but you. It's yours. My forever belongs to you. I love you, Dean."
"I love you too, Baby," he says as he places his hand flat on my stomach. "We're going to get through this. We can make this work. We made it 11 years we can make it forever. You're everything and all that I want." He leans down and lifts my chin. He presses his lips against mine kissing me softly and sweetly. His tongue asking for permission to enter my mouth as it runs across my lips. I part my lips and his tongue makes its way into my mouth, finding mine, twisting with it, intertwining with mine as he deepens the kiss. I bring my hands to his face and cup his face as he kisses me with a passion so deep that I can feel it in my belly. I remove my hands from his face and take my hand over his chest to the bottom of his white t-shirt. I slide my hand under his shirt as he moans out as my hand rubs his firm chest feeling the warmth of his soft skin. His arm wrapping around my waist, his hand gripping my thigh softly as the kiss deepens. Neither of us wanting to break the kiss but he breaks it long enough to take off his leather jacket before his lips are on mine again, kissing me deep. "Want to go upstairs?" he asks me in his sexy raspy voice as I feel his erection through his jeans against my thigh.
"Yeah," I say with a smile as I stand up. He stands up adjusting his jeans before he wraps his arms around me, embracing me around my waist as my arms wrap around his neck as he kisses me once more before he picks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and smile down at him as I look into his lust filled blue eyes as he carries me up the stairs to our bedroom. He shuts the door behind us and locks it before he gives me another deep kiss as he carries me over to the bed, laying me down gently as he takes his t-shirt off exposing his perfect chest. I remove my black shirt from my body before he covers my body with his, tangling our legs together, his jeans tight against his erection as he kisses me again, his hand running from my chest to my belly to the top of my jean shorts. I moan against his lips as his hand slides into the top of my shorts and I feel his hand against my sex. His finger rubbing me softly through the lace of my red underwear, I moan into his mouth as he moves my panties to the side and his fingers run over my sex, his thumb stroking my clit and his finger sliding into my sex as he starts to make love to me with his fingers.
I groan as he removes his fingers from inside me as I'm close to my climax. He removes himself from me, untangling our legs as he looks down at me with a smile, looking perfect. His blue eyes filled with a loving lust as he unbuttons my shorts. He pulls them down slowly and tosses them to the floor. He slides my red lace panties down just as slow before tossing them to the floor. He has me panting, wanting him and needing him, every hard inch of him. He unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants slowly. I lick my lips as he takes his time undressing himself. He slips out of his jeans, his erection full and thick against his briefs. He pulls them down exposing the hard length of his erection. He is very blessed to say the least. He leans over me and kisses my lips softly, his erection pushing my inner thigh. He smiles at me and takes my right leg, runs his hand over the softness of my skin, kissing my inner thigh softly making me squirm. I have never needed him more than I do in this moment. I look at him with my dark eyes pleading for him. Pleading him to fill me. He teases me with the tip of his erection, running it along my sex, grinding it against my sex. "Please, Dean," I say breathless. He gives me a soft smile before he places himself at the entrance of my sex, my right leg hooked over his shoulder. He slides himself inside me slowly, filling me with his thick erection. He begins to move, his arm wrapped around my leg, his movements soft and slow, almost teasingly slow but satisfying as he hits every sensitive spot making me moan out in pleasure. I let out a deep moan as he thrusts himself deeper inside of me. He picks up his pace, making his thrust harder but not getting out of control with his movements. He grunts and groans as he makes love to me. There is nothing better than make up sex and Dean is the king of sex to begin with but this is 100 times better. He knows what he's doing. He continues is his deep thrusts and soft movements. I feel the passion and ecstasy tearing through me. His cock hitting every sensitive spot of my sex brings me over the edge, my toes curl, I grip onto the pillow as my orgasm tears through me and I cum with a scream before he puts his free hand over my mouth knowing Natalia is only a couple rooms away. The passion was too strong I couldn't help it. My powerful orgasm covering his erection is enough for him to thrust into me once more, his fingers digging into my thigh, his cock growing larger and thicker before he finds his release, filling me with his semen as he lets out a loud grunt as he fills me. He pulls out of me softly after his powerful deep release and lays down next to me in the bed, pulling me to him. "I love you, Anastasia."
"I love you, Dean," I say with a smile before his lips are on mine, kissing me sweetly and softly. We break the kiss and just lay there holding one another not saying a word knowing that the argument is behind us and we're both going to get better as a married couple. I love this man more than anything in the world and I am blessed to have him in my life forever.
*A/N: What did you think of Dean and Ana working things out? Are you glad they each admitted their flaws and what was bothering them? Do you think they can finally get past the STephen thing and now learn to compromise with each other so neither really has control of the house? Do you think that Natalia should have a therapist? Do you think it's good that they want to put her in karate to channel her anger? Will it help her? Would you say that everything is good between Ana and Dean now? Please review and thank-you for reading.