Hello, lovely readers!

Hope we are all well and ready for the next chapter. I've had such a manic week so I'm glad I managed to get this chapter out. It's my birthday tomorrow (March 3rd) so I've had a lot on since it's my birthday week. Gotta put some extra time in writing these chapters next week to make up for it lol!

Nattiebroskette – It's the best way for her to knock them down and give some glory to The Shield

Labinnacslove – Agreed. Charlotte needs taking down a peg or two

GeorgiaDeanGirl – I love writing the little subplot. I think Sami and Becky would be so adorable together

76ers – She's gonna try!

Espeon44 – Roman already has Galina

Titans8 – No he won't

Seahawks3 – Charlotte can never be nice lol!

Tantoune – If you want relationship development, there will be plenty in the next few chapters! But Georgie has a goal now, she wants that belt!

Dawnie-7 – I adore writing Georgie's mom, and we finally get to meet her in this chapter! I think winning the belt would be good for The Shield as a whole… and Charlotte's face would be a picture

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This chapter is named after 'Story Of My Life' by One Direction


Georgina Hale's Point Of View

"So what are everyone's plans for our off days?" asked Roman after Smackdown on Tuesday. We were all currently riding back to our hotel to sleep for the night before we left tomorrow morning. Roman had drawn the short straw tonight and was in the driver's seat.

"Finally going to see my folks," said Seth as he road in the passenger seat. He still wasn't his usual self but he'd perked up a little since the break-up. I think the matches on Raw and Smackdown had considerably helped. Wrestling was his perfect distraction. That, and cross-fit. "I need some family time, never-mind the fact that I've now got a lot of logistical shit to sort. Like getting all my stuff back from Zahra."

"That doesn't sound fun," I said sadly from my seat behind him.

"It's not, but it's gotta be done," Seth sighed. "At least with mom and dad around I can feel a bit better. It's been a while since I've seen them anyway. I could do with the family time."

"Let us know if you need any help with anything," I told him. "Moving stuff, fetching stuff, anything."

"I will," he said before looking at Roman. "How about you, big guy? What are your plans? They gotta be better than facing your ex whilst trying to pry your DVD collection out of her cold cruel hands."

I winced at his words, but I knew it was Seth's attempt at humor.

"I'm gonna spend some quality time with JoJo," he beamed, referring to his young daughter. "Gal and I are gonna take her out, might even go to Disney as I'll be back in Florida. I've missed her."

I couldn't help but smile as Roman spoke so fondly of his daughter. I'd never met the little girl, but I'd seen countless pictures of her and heard every story imaginable about her. Roman absolutely adored her, and I knew he spoke the complete truth when he said he'd missed her.

"How about you, Georgie?" Seth asked me.

"I'm going back home to see my mom," I smiled brightly. "It feels like a lifetime since I last saw her. I can't wait to go back."

"A lot of family time going on from the sound of it," laughed Roman as we continued driving. "How about you, Ambrose?"

Dean had been gazing out of the window for the most of the journey and conversation, but the mention of his name gathered his attention. He turned to look at us all.

"Huh? What?" he asked, causing us all to chuckle in amusement.

"Someone zoned out," smirked Roman as we turned a corner and continued driving. "We were just talking about our off days. You got any plans?"

"Not really," he said with a shrug, his tone bored and uninterested. "Just gonna fly back to Vegas and chill at home, I guess."

I looked at him, finding it a little sad that Dean had no real plans for his days off. The rest of us had talked so happily and animatedly about our own families that I'd totally forgotten Dean didn't really have much contact with his. He had no siblings, his dad had never been mentioned, and he hated his mom with a passion. I felt rather bad that we'd talked about our own loved ones so much in front of him.

"You're gonna spend them all by yourself?" I asked him.

"I always do," he said. "Same story during all my off days."

I felt so sorry for him, knowing he was going back to nothing and no one. he sounded so disheartened, the very idea of it making him appear sad and lost. It must be so hard having no one to rely on and no one to spend your time with. So I took the conscious decision there and then to help him.

"Well why don't you come with me instead?" I suggested.

This piqued his attention, the man looking over at me with a raised eyebrow.

"As in… back to yours? Back to Cincinnati?"

"Of course," I nodded. "Mom won't mind you staying and it means you won't be alone on your off days. Plus you get to go back home, back to Ohio for a few days."

"No thanks," he said sternly.

He looked away from me, back to the window, watching the world pass us by.

I frowned. "Why not? Come on, it'll be fun. Who wouldn't want go home to chill for a few days."

"I am," he said. "It's called Vegas."

"But that can't be fun by yourself," I said. "Don't you want some company?"

"You should go back for a couple of days," interjected Seth.

"I dunno," Dean said. "I can't exactly say Cincinnati has… the best memories for me. Last time I remember, the place was a complete shit hole."

I sighed, trying to help, trying to encourage him.

"And how long has it been since you last visited?" I asked him.

He shrugged. "Dunno. 5 years or so."

"That's a long time," I said. "Things have changed since then. You should come, honestly, it'll be good for you. Mom and I will look after you, and it gives you something to do."

He looked over at me, seeing the hope in my eyes, his shoulders dropping as he cast his eyes away. "I hate the place, Georgina."

"Then let me help you love it again," I said. "It's only for a few days. And if you hate it, then you never ever have to go back again."

"Sounds like a plan to me," Roman said, adding his own suggestion. "It'll be fun for you."

He looked up at me again, seeing my smile, seeing the encouragement I was giving him.

"Please?" I asked softly.

He looked at me for a few seconds before rolling his eyes. He released a breath, running a hand through his fluffy brown hair before he looked back out of the window again.

"Fine, I'll go," he said. "But if I end up a pissy and angry bastard during this trip, you can't say I didn't warn you."

xXx

Dean didn't say much as we drove from the airport back to my mom's house the next day. He was silent, casting his eyes to look out of the window as I drove the hire-car down the highway. I had the radio on low in the background to give us some kind of noise as we moved, but neither of us were really paying attention to it. It was simply there to fill the awkward vast silence that surrounded us.

Dean hated Cincinnati. The place held a lot of bad memories for him from his past with his mom and his old home life. There was a reason he lived in Vegas and that was because he wanted to be as far away from Ohio as possible.

So I knew bringing him here for a few days was a massive risk. This could end very badly with either Dean storming out and going home, or even worse, Moxley showing up and making a complete wreck of everything.

But I had to have faith I was making the right decision. After the confession of his feelings by Moxley, I wanted to get to know Dean as best as I could. I knew about him the wrestler and I knew about his more fun and softer side, but I also wanted to know more about his back-story, his childhood, the real depth of his personality.

This trip not only bring us back to the place where he grew up, but it would give us both a chance to know each other one on one without anyone else interrupting us or getting in the way. Apart from my mom, it was just him and I here, and that's what I wanted. I needed to know the real Dean, I needed to know how far these feelings of his reached… and I needed to know exactly what I felt myself.

But the silence that filled the car showed me this plan wasn't exactly beginning well. He'd hardly uttered a single word since our plane had landed. I just hoped getting home and meeting my mom might liven him up a little.

We pulled onto my mom's driveway and I cut the engine, but neither of us moved from our seats. Dean looked out of the window, staring up at the three bedroom house my mom owned. I watched him closely, wanting to make sure he was okay.

"So this is it," I said. "This is mom's place."

"Looks nice," he said.

"You allergic to cats?" I asked him. I'd kind of forgotten to mention mom's obsession with cats before bringing him here. It would be pretty shit if he spent his entire trip sneezing at my mother's four legged friends.

"Cats? No, I'm not," he said, his eyes still fixed on the house.

"Good," I said, breathing a sigh of relief. "Because mom's got a lot of cats."

"She know I'm coming?"

"She knows," I replied. "She has the spare room all set up and ready for you. She's looking forward to meeting… what was it she called you? One of those boys who need to smile more when they wrestle."

He couldn't him but smirk and chuckle at my words. "Your mom is quite observant."

"She thinks all four of us need to smile more in the ring… and that we need to wear more bright and positive colours in our ring gear. Mom doesn't exactly understand the whole wrestling gimmick thing. She just watches and supports me."

"Sounds like a nice woman," he noted.

"She's the best," I beamed. "I can't wait for you to meet her."

He let out a heavy breath, his chest rising and falling. "Well I guess we should get to it then." He moved to unlock his seat belt but I quickly stopped him, looking at him with concern etched on my face. He stilled his movements, looking at me with a questioning look.

"Listen, I know you weren't exactly thrilled to be coming here and I really appreciate the fact that you took the plunge and came with me," I told him in earnest. "But if you feel awkward or uncomfortable at any point during this trip, just let me know, okay? Then we can sort out helping you or getting you back to Vegas or something."

He looked at me, his eyes softening at my words before his lips turned up at the corners.

"I appreciate the concern, kiddo," he said. "But I'll be good. I'm big enough and ugly enough to last two days in the shit hole that is Cincinnati. I'll be on my best behaviour, and grin and bare it."

"I just want you to have fun," I said. "Besides, I doubt it'll be Cincinnati that drives you away, it'll be my over-the-top mother."

He raised an amused eyebrow, the tense atmosphere dissipating into something more relaxed. "I'm sure I'll love Mama Hale, and I'm certain she'll love me. All the ladies do."

"Then let's go meet her," I said as we finally decided to get out of the car.

xXx

Mom practically grabbed me as she opened the front door to us, grasping me in both arms and hugging me to her for dear life. For such a small woman, she had one hell of a grip. I could hardly breathe as she squeezed me tight, but that didn't mean a smile of amusement wasn't on my face. I began to laugh at her enthusiasm, wrapping my arms around her and hugging her back, holding her close.

I'd seriously missed my mother. I truly had. My dad left when I was a little girl and I'd never had any siblings. So growing up it had just been the two of us… and the cats of course. But that meant she was the closest person in the world to me. She was my biggest supporter, the one person in the world who had the most faith in me, my best friend. And she'd been the first to cheer for me when I decided I wanted to become a wrestler.

This woman was my world and I was so glad to finally be spending some time with her again.

"God, I've missed you," she said to me.

"I've missed you too, mom," I replied as I broke the hug and pulled away. "You look so well."

"I had my hair done yesterday," she said giving me a twirl. "Jose worked wonders, the man is a genius. Makes me look 21, don't you think?"

I giggled. "Definitely 21, mom. But you look great."

"So do you, sweetheart," she said, looking me up and down in her motherly way. "You look fantastic. Have you been eating well."

"Yes, mom."

"Because I know that nowhere serves cooking as good as mine. And when you've been raised on my lasagne then nothing else in the world compares."

"I've been fine, mom," I laughed. "Food hasn't been as good as yours, but it's not been bad."

She smiled at me before she cast her eyes over to the tall man beside me, both our bags in his hands. He placed them down to his feet and offered my mother his hand.

"You must be Georgina's mom. Dean Ambrose, nice to meet you," he greeted politely.

She looked him up and down before looking to me. "Dean Ambrose… wasn't he the one who pissed you off at the beginning?"

Dean's face looked mortified as I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Jeez, mom…"

But then she turned, laughing before embracing Dean in a hug of his own.

"I'm joking, sweetheart," she said, squeezing Dean as tightly as she had me. "I kid, I kid. Georgie has told me how wonderful you've been and how welcome you've made her. I'm so pleased to meet you! Georgie, he's so handsome!"

Dean looked over at me for help but all I could do was watch in was so funny see him being hugged to death by a woman who was just over 5 foot tall! I did warn him about my crazy mother.

"Erm… thanks?" he said, though it came out as more of a question.

She finally let him go and brushed his jacket straight at the shoulders.

"Why don't we go inside?" she suggested. "I can make us some lunch and you can all meet Trinity."

"Trinity?" I questioned as Dean grabbed our bags again.

"Oh yeah… I got a new cat," my mom beamed.

"Another one?" I exclaimed.

"She's beautiful, I couldn't say no," mom said as she stepped in the house and rushed to the kitchen.

"You're mom is, uh, welcoming," said Dean as we stepped inside the house and put the bags down.

"I warned you," I said smirking up at him.

"Don't worry," he said. "It's not a bad thing. I like her."

"Glad to hear, Ambrose," I smiled. "Now let's go meet Trinity, or as I'm going to call her, cat number 7."

xXx

After lunch was eaten and we'd unpacked our bags, I suggested to Dean that we go for a walk around the city. Mom had her book club meeting that afternoon and I didn't really want to get in the way of that. It was only for an hour so I figured getting out of the house and exploring would be the best option. Plus it would give Dean a chance to see his old home town and perhaps offer me some information about his past.

He wasn't so sure at first, but one mention of sitting in a room with my mom and 6 of her friends talking about some trashy chick-lit had him grabbing for his shoes and jacket. The weather was fairly good for the time of year, so we left the house and began to walk to nowhere in particular.

I saw Dean wasn't exactly the most comfortable so I tried to start a conversation, wanting to loosen him up a little as we walked.

"So what do you think of Casa Del Hale?" I asked. "Hope my mom isn't too full on."

"Nah, I like her," he said, sliding his hands into his pockets to keep them warm. "She's funny. And boy can she cook."

"Mom was a chef when she was younger," I replied. "She makes the best food."

"And the cats are… fluffy," he said, and I knew he was trying not to offend.

"It's okay, Dean, you can say you don't like them," I chuckled. "I can't say I'm too fond of them either."

"Thank god," he replied, letting out a sigh of relief. "I fucking hate cats. I'm more of a dog person myself."

"Same," I said. "But the cats keep mom happy. So I put up with them. Besides, I… Dean?"

I looked, seeing he was no longer with me. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion until I turned around to see he had stopped walking. So I rushed back over to him so check if everything was okay.

But then I noticed Dean staring off into the distance. I wasn't exactly sure what he was looking at, but I followed his line of direction to see him glaring at a tall white church that stood on the street corner, a lush green park right next door to it. His body had tensed up, his lips pressed tightly together. His hands had balled up into fists at his side. Everything about him screamed anger.

The cheery mood had now vanished.

"Dean?" I pried.

But he didn't reply, he simply kept his eyes in the church in front of us.

"Dean?" I tried again. "What's wrong? Talk to me."

Still there was nothing so I moved quickly to stand in front of him, trying to grab his attention. A part of me feared Moxley could appear at any moment, but as I gazed up into his eyes, I saw they were their usual blue. Thankfully this was still Dean.

I grabbed his arm and shook it gently, trying to regain his focus.

"Dean, please say something."

"I was six," he began to say to me. He didn't look at me, but I listened intently. He obviously had something on his mind that he needed to get out. "The stupid bitch for the first time in her life had actually let me do something I wanted to do." I assumed immediately he was referring to his mother. "Every Saturday a local soccer club had practice at the park there. I asked her if I could go and to my surprise she said yes. I couldn't believe it, for the first time in her sad and pathetic life she was putting me first. I didn't have a kit or anything so I just wore a t-shirt and jeans but I couldn't wait to go. This was the park where I had practice. It was half hour away from where we lived so she dropped me off that afternoon in the car saying she'd be back two hours to fetch me. She never came."

"Shit…" I muttered to myself, looking down at the ground before looking back to Dean.

"I waited by the park for hours, watching the cars go by, waiting for her to finally come and bring me home. One hour turned into two. Two turned into three and then it began to rain. It absolutely pissed it down. So I rushed to that church there, hiding underneath the canopy to shelter from the rain. I didn't know my way home, I was six fucking years old. So all I could do was wait… and wait… and wait…"

"What happened?" I asked, unsure if I wanted to really know the answer.

"It was 10 at night by that point," he said, a bitter taste on his tongue. "Pitch black, empty, and frightening for a kid. I was cold, tired, and soaked through but thankfully the rain had stopped by then. I got lucky when the woman who lived across the street walked by with her dog and spotted me. Mrs Cope. She was usually a nosey old bitch, but I'd never ever been so happy to see her. She took me home and let me in. Thankfully the front door was unlocked."

"Where was your mom?" I asked.

"She was inside," he said. "Upstairs in her bedroom, lying on her bed, wasted and high as a kite. She hadn't even cleared the needles away."

"I'm so sorry, Dean," I said. What else was there to say? The story was absolutely horrific, my heart wanting to cry for the little six year boy who had not only been forgotten but had to walk in to his junky mother.

"Don't be," he said, finally looking away. He began to move, walking in the direction we'd just come from. "I just wanna go back home."

I couldn't really argue with him here or try to win him round. This place had brought a dark memory back for Dean, so if he wanted to go back to mom's, I wasn't in any place to stop him. So I just followed after him, doing just what he wanted, wishing this hadn't gone the way it had.

I knew Cincinnati held bad memories for Dean, but I didn't know what, or where these memories took place. It was a hard line to walk but I'd made a huge mistake with this one. Maybe going out for a walk and exploring wasn't exactly my greatest idea.

And I felt like I'd royally fucked up.

We walked home without speaking a single word to each other.

Day one had not ended well.


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