"Just wear your flannel shirt and the jeans you just bought. It's just dinner with my sisters, John, and Daniel. No huge deal." She suggested as he searched through their closet.
"You sure?"
"You're my boyfriend, not theirs."
"You're right."
"Get dressed, and be prepared for the Total Divas cameras to be there." She mumbled the Total Divas part quietly, knowing that he'd pick that up.
"Seriously?" He asked, poking his head out of the closet and she nodded, tousling her hair as she walked towards him.
"I don't like it either, but I've been given no choice. We're just lucky I haven't been invited on the show."
"Did you want to be?"
"Hell no." She laughed, kissing his lips. "I love that you're healthy now." She mumbled against his lips and he smirked.
"I knew that you missed kissing me."
"Your lips are just so soft."
"Chapstick. Are you wearing lip gloss?" He asked, licking his lips.
"The gloss you like."
"It's been a while." He mumbled, kissing her lips again. This time, she stood on her tip toes and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"I wouldn't wear it just to tease you."
"I appreciate it. Sorry for not shaving."
"Never apologize to me for not shaving. I like your scruff." She murmured into his ear, pressing her cheek to his. "Now get dressed, handsome."
"Sure thing, gorgeous." He gave her ass a gentle pat as she released him before going into the bathroom to fix her lip gloss.
"You two look so cute." Brie greeted hugging Casey and Dean before letting the younger couple sit down in the large, rounded booth. Sure enough, the cameras were rolling and he had to hold back a sigh.
"I'm glad you're feeling better, Dean." Nikki stated and Dean nodded.
"So am I." He said simply as the waiter came to collect their drink orders.
"So when are you two going to get married?" Daniel asked and John's ears perked up, awaiting a response.
"Well, I'd have to propose first. But we've got all the time in the world." Dean explained, pulling Casey into his side and she smiled.
"I don't need a ring on my finger to know that he loves me." Casey said softly and her sisters awhed when Dean kissed her head before they started looking through the menu together.
"I'm not excited about being asked that on television." He whispered in her ear and she nodded.
"It's not airing for another few months, and I don't like it either." She whispered back and he nodded.
"They have ice cream, Case."
"Yeah, you'd have to eat your dinner first."
"You're such a spoil sport. On the way home, can we buy ice cream?"
"Why are you asking me, when you're the one driving?" She asked, looking up at him and the look of realization cross his face.
"On the way home, we're going to stop and buy ice cream."
"There you go."
"So Casey's been nursing you back to health?" Brie asked as they set their menu down and Dean nodded.
"Did a damn good job, too."
"Did you buy a little outfit?" Nikki asked and Casey shook her head.
"I was playing nurse, not stripper." She teased and Nikki playfully flipped her off across the table.
"Such a bitch."
"My last name is Bella. They're synonyms."
"True." Everyone at the table said in unison before laughing.
"When you said stop to get ice cream, I thought you meant at a store." She stated when he pulled in to Coldstone and got out of the car.
"This is a store." He said with a teasing grin and she rolled her eyes.
"Not what I meant and you know it, Ambrose." She said as they got out of the car and both were grateful that it was kind of busy in the store. Dean grabbed a hat and put it on while Casey just kept moving. "Are we getting a pint, too?"
"I figured that we could eat our ice cream here and buy a pint on the way out."
"That works for me." She mumbled as they entered the store and he wrapped his arm around her waist.
"I was expecting dinner with your sisters to go much worse than it did." He said and she nodded, eating a spoonful of her ice cream. "You and your pussy bowl." He teased and she laughed.
"I got the largest size, fucker."
"Yeah, but that's a bowl. Look at me with my manly waffle cone."
"I'm going to push your manly waffle cone into your face."
"I dare you to try." He put on a straight face and she looked down at her ice cream and scooped some, waited until he went back to his "manly" cone, and smeared her ice cream on his cheek. "You clever wench." He chuckled and she laughed. "Lick it clean."
"I would if we were at home. I'll go get you a napkin."
"Thank you." He mumbled when she came back and wiped his cheek clean for him. "Your ice cream is really good."
"I know."
"You know what I get to do tonight?" He asked as she put the ice cream in the freezer and she shrugged, making her way to their bedroom.
"Not get laid because I have to be at NXT at seven thirty?"
"Shit, really?" He asked as she took off her shirt and he followed her lead.
"Regal said that you were invited." She mumbled, unbuttoning her jeans as she walked to the bathroom.
"Well, I still get to hold you while we sleep, so I'm still excited."
"That excites you?" She asked when he entered the bathroom to pee while she removed whatever makeup she was wearing.
"You have no idea. It's been five days, Casey. Five whole days. That's not even fair. I love it when you cuddle me, but I love holding you, more." He explained, washing his hands before she shimmied out of her jeans and tossed them into the washing machine on her way back to the bedroom.
"Are you coming with me tomorrow or not? I need to know now."
"Why?"
"So I know whether or not I need to get up at seven or six forty-five."
"Yeah, I'll go."
"Good morning." Casey greeted Regal, who was alone in the training center.
"Their practice doesn't start until seven forty-five." He informed and the couple nodded on their way to the locker rooms.
"Why are we here at seven fifteen?" Dean asked and she shrugged.
"I was hoping that you'd want to roll around in the ring with me for a bit."
"Do you want me in trunks?" He asked and she shook her head.
"I don't need rookies knowing what you're packing. Shirtless is fine, but I'd like you wearing shorts."
"You got it, sweetheart." He kissed her head before entering the men's locker room and she went into the women's.
"I like you grip, but your stance is off." He told her and they released each other.
"What's wrong with it?"
"Lock up again." He instructed and she complied. "Where your leg is, all I have to do is sweep mine and have you on the ground. See?" He swept her leg and she hit the mat gently.
"Oh." He helped her stand and she nodded.
"You okay?"
"I'm good."
"Do you want to just go at it?" He asked and she shrugged.
"If you want to."
Regal watched closely as the two sparred. Ambrose and Bella were a lovely couple, and he could see that they didn't let the fact that they shared a bed lessen up on how rough they were with one another. Eventually Casey's group came for their training session, but Regal told them all to sit and watch closely, because anybody could learn a lot from watching those two go at it. Ambrose's brawling technique combined with Casey's agility and high flying maneuvers made for an interesting match up, and was entertaining to watch. Ambrose managed to lock her in the Regal Stretch and that was when Regal's watch was closest.
"Tap out or pass out, Case. I haven't taught you how to get out of this."
"I don't need you to teach me how to get out of it." She grunted, somehow managing to her leg free, which stunned Ambrose and made him loosen up so she could squirm out of his grasp, bounce off the ropes for momentum, and drop kick him as he stood.
"All right. I think you two have done enough damage to each other." Regal called and the couple stood.
"You did good, babe." Dean complimented and she smiled.
"Thanks." They high fived and Dean rolled out of the ring, seeing Regal gesture for his attention while Casey introduced herself to the group of trainees.
"Sit." Regal instructed and Dean didn't argue, he would never argue. "How've you been?"
"I've been good. Better than the last time I've seen you, that's for sure."
"That's good to hear. You were in a bad place." Dean nodded, scratching the back of his head.
"Still kind of am. But I'm getting better." Regal nodded, surveying the man before him.
"Is it Miss Bella?"
"It is. I've actually got a question for you." Dean knew that the only person he could ask this question was Regal. Regal wouldn't tease him about this, and Regal was the only person he knew and trusted enough to ask this question.
"Oh?"
"How did you know when you were ready to get married?" Regal looked a bit stunned to hear that question from Ambrose, he assumed it was a technical question involving ring work.
"Being perfectly honest, I wasn't expecting this from you." Regal chuckled and Dean rubbed his neck. "But I can't say that I'm not proud of you for finding somebody you're considering marriage with and not just a one night stand."
"I love her, Regal."
"I can see it in your eyes. I'd say that I knew I was ready for marriage when I had a good time going shopping with her. Because if you can have fun doing the most absolute boring things with her, you know that you can handle a lifetime with her." The two men shared a laugh and Dean thought about what Regal said. "But you can't propose and expect all your problems to go away, Dean. You two need to be open with one another about /everything/. I know her just as well as I know you, and I know that you probably haven't been open with her about your childhood."
"I mentioned that my mom wasn't around much, and she probably picked up on the fact that I don't even know my father."
"You need to lay that out for her. Don't just let her make assumptions."
"So lay it all out, and then propose?"
"Put some time in between the two events, but essentially, yes."
"Thank you."
"Dean, you know I'm here for you if you need it."
"I do, and I appreciate it." The men shook hands as they stood and Regal clapped Dean on the back as they made their way out to where Casey was instructing.