Needless to say, the talk worked. Of course it did, I love him. I need him. I'm back in Vegas with him now, doing my makeup while he hogs the bathroom as usual. The bathroom door opening makes me jump. He smirks, leaning against the doorframe, watching me as I look him up and down. "See something you like?" he teases. I smirk back at him. "Maybe" I say, standing up and walking to him, watching as he returns the favour and looks me up and down too. Lazing by the pool while he works has done wonders for my tan, not to mention running in the desert with him. "You look freaking amazing Lor" he groans, pulling me to him. I smile, straightening my short denim skirt before kissing him softly. "So do you" I whisper, looking him in the eyes. "I know" he whispers, pulling me back to him and kissing me. His hands are just roaming under my skirt when the doorbell rings. "Saved by the bell" I whisper, smiling as he tries to get his towel, and his breathing, under control. I check my hair then head to answer the door.
"Uh hi" I say, running my hand through my hair as I pull the door open wider. The man smiles. "Well hello" he says looking me up and down. "I'm Guy, I'm here for Dean Ambrose?" I smile. "Sure" I say, pulling the door open wider to let him and three other men in. They all head for the sofa and sit down, pulling equipment out of their bags. "Is he here?" Guy asks. I nod. "He's just getting dressed" I say. "Can I get you guys anything?" "Lora!" Jon yells. "Dammit it's not going down! You're gonna pay for this later!" "Excuse me" I say, smiling sweetly at the men who are all trying hard not to laugh. "Jon!" I yell. "The guys are here to film the DVD! They don't wanna know about your problem!" "Fuck!" he yells, running out to us while trying to pull his shorts up. "Sorry guys" he says, shaking hands with all of them. "You kinda interrupted us at a crucial moment, if you get me?" They nod as I groan. "What my husband means is" I say, glaring at him. "He decided it was playtime and got caught out when you rang the doorbell. You're gonna have to get used to it, I'm afraid. Well, that's if you really intend on following him around for a week. He's a walking hornpot." "Only around you" Jon warns, pulling me towards him. I smile. "Right answer, dear husband" I whisper, kissing him quickly. "I'll, uh, let you guys discuss things while I go make myself useful in the kitchen. Jon, is all your laundry done ready for Raw?" He nods and I blow him a kiss before heading into the kitchen.
They're deep in discussion when I go back in with a tray of drinks. "What exactly is off limits?" Guy asks, writing notes. "Hunter wants this to be a kinda exclusive on you two." "Uh gee" Jon says, looking at me quickly. "I guess nothing is off limits" I say. "Obviously, this is to let the fans in on the guys private lives, but I don't really want our whole life out there for people to scrutinise, if you know what I mean?" Guy nods, scribbling something down before looking at me again. "Are you travelling with him to the shows?" he asks. "Only for the filming" I say. "Otherwise I stay home. I don't need to be there." He nods. "I'd like to film backstage" he says. "To see the guys at work, obviously, and the girls and how they react to their men in the ring." I laugh. "How I react?" I ask. "I sit with Nikki Bella and have selfie wars on Instagram!" Jon nods, laughing. "She does" he says. "I could wrestle naked and she wouldn't even know." They all laugh. "What do you want to do first?" I ask. Guy stands up. "Just shoot a few bits of your day in general" he says. "Do you go to a gym?" Jon shakes his head. "We run in the desert" he says. "That, and bedroom Olympics, is about the extent of our workouts." I groan. "Jon!" I moan, covering my face. He laughs. "Lor, be realistic" he says. "They're with us for a week, they're gonna find out sooner or later!" "Later sounds better" I say, laughing.
So, it's decided that they're gonna do the shoot interview segment first. Jon and I are sat on one sofa, and Guy is sat opposite us on the other. I have my feet curled under me, and I'm cuddled into Jon's side. "How did you guys meet?" Guy asks. I look up at Jon and he smiles. "At a hotel" he says. "I knew from the first second I saw her that I was gonna marry her." "What was the first thing you noticed about Lora?" Guy asks. Jon chuckles. "Her impressive airbags" he says, avoiding a slap. "Nah man, seriously. The way she carried herself, she was like, so confident, the way she walked, looked around, everything. I remember the way she looked at me, all kinda curious like..." "Wondering if you were an actual man or a doorstop" I laugh. "He was stood outside, smoking, didn't even offer to help with my suitcase or anything. Just stood and watched me struggle." "I made up for it, didn't I?" he asks, winking. I smile. "Every day since" I whisper. "How long after you met did you propose?" Guy asks. Jon grins sheepishly. "I think I proposed multiple times that first night" he admits. I nod. "He did" I confirm. "I told him to ask me again when he was sober though, and it's the first thing he did the next morning over breakfast." Jon smiles. "Three weeks later and I was a husband" he says. "Best thing I've ever been. I mean, wrestling was my life, for so long it was all I wanted. But as soon as I met Lora, all I wanted to be was hers. Shit, I sound like such a flake! But it's true. I can't imagine life without her. I don't want to." "How did Roman and Seth take the news?" Guy asks. "Did you tell them straight away?" Jon shakes his head. "They only found out at the same time everyone else did" he says. "I felt bad keeping it from them, I really did, but wrestlers gossip like old women, and if one knew, the whole locker room would know. I just wanted to keep my wife to myself for as long as I could, you know?" "Even though it encouraged people to think you were single, and create rumours because you carpooled with a certain blonde interviewer?" Guy asks, cautiously. I stand up quickly. "Bathroom break" I say, rushing out of the room.