Their lips clashed, and he was so thankful for this moment. He only had a couple of days alone with her until his time off, so he was going to make the most of it right now. He grunted in pleasure as he felt her soft hands run over the back of his short hair. He never wanted this moment to end. The heat building inside of him felt like it could steam out of him. Her touches were overwhelming, and he was relived he could finally lay her down for the first time after giving birth.

Feeling her warm, supple body underneath him could have very well been the greatest moment he'd had since their daughter's birth. Hearing her call his name as he gently rocked inside of her pushed his senses into overdrive. He felt like he had exploded into a million tiny pieces, but when he looked down at her golden eyes, she just pulled him all back together again.

"Vivy," he breathed out, not wanting to move from off top of her. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, honey," she whispered.

"I've been – I've been wanting to do this since the day we met," he started, his lips hovering over hers. "And I'd wait another ten decades just to even have this chance."

Her brows furrowed together in confusion. "Baby, what are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about us," he said. "Me, you, Anise... The family that I've always hoped to have with you." He took a moment to run his fingers down her soft, smooth hair as he kissed the side of her neck. "And I never want us to be apart again." He brushed over her lips. "Vivy, will you marry me?"

Her hand caressed the side of his face. "Of course I will, Jay."

"Really?" he asked, shifting himself off her and bringing her body close to his and holding her tight. "I thought you would have said no."

Lifting her head up, she look at him. "Why would I say no?"

"Well because of... Well, you know."

"Right," she said, tapping him on the chest. She sighed out, wrapping the sheet around her chest. "Anyway, the next pay-per-view, you're going to have some time off?"

"Yeah," he said, bringing her back into a tight hug. "Going with the whole injury thing."

"Good, it will be nice to have you home," she said before her phone started vibrating on the nightstand. Sitting up, she reached over and answered it.

Jay flung the sheet off him and headed into the bathroom. It wasn't long before he heard Vivian screaming.

"What do you mean he's hurt?! Jeff! What happened?!" She stood from the bed, sheet falling from her naked form, and immediately dressed. "Jay, I have to go to Cameron."

"Whoa, what happened?" Jay asked her, taking the phone from her hand as she nearly collided with him on her way into the bathroom. "Calm down, babe. What's going on?"

"You know how Shawn wanted them to teach him how to wrestle?" she asked, nearly out of breath as she hustled her way around the bathroom. "Well, apparently, when they were on the trampoline, he landed wrong, and now he's in the hospital."

"Let's go then," Jay said as he moved to dress.

"No, stay here. I'll go. I'll tell Steph where I'm at in the morning."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. Please," she said, her voice becoming quiet. "I'd like it if you stayed with Anise."

He simply nodded his head, understanding how worried she was about her child. He didn't like it that she'd be around Jeff, but he'd suffer through it for her. Besides, he knew she'd never go back to him now. She was officially his, and he knew no one could break that.

"""""

Jeff sat in the emergency room waiting area, anxious for those doors to slide open and see her. He didn't know how he could let this happen. Sure, Shawn had been hurt in minor ways... It was normal. He was a kid, and a boy at that. But this... He didn't know how he would explain this to his son's mother. How could he possibly explain an injury that bad. And to make matters worse, he hadn't even been the one training him when it happened.

But it didn't matter who was actually physically there when he'd become injured. It was all his shoulders. He couldn't blame any of the guys for it. Even if he wouldn't feel bad. Even if an anger washed over him... It wouldn't be right. None of them wanted this to happen, nor expected it. Jeff looked over at his brother and two of his closest friends, each of them losing out on needed sleep and rest to be there with him. Just as he couldn't take it anymore and stood to start pacing down the corridor again, those plexiglass doors slid open.

"Vivian," he began.

"Where is he?" She pushed him out of the way, immediately going over to the intake window. "Excuse me, ma'am?"

"Viv, let me explain," he tried again.

She simply held out her hand to him, making it clear that she didn't want to hear a word from him. She quickly spoke to the intake nurse, with another one on her way out to lead her to her son, then turned to her ex-husband. Her black ice glare could have frozen him over and shattered him.

"You promised me you'd make sure he'd never be hurt." She glanced at the nurse who waved her over. "You promised me."

"""""

"How's he doing?" Jay asked her as she placed a cool rag over Shawn's forehead.

"Doing much better. Fever's gone down a bit."

"Did he tell you what happened?"

She nodded her head. "When I finally let him." She blew out an exhausted breath. "I didn't even want to see his face for the longest time."

Jay sat on the edge of Shawn's bed. "I'm sure he didn't mean it."

"I know he didn't," she admitted, nodding her head again. "He, um, flipped off the trampoline, which he's done a thousand times. I've seen him flip off of it myself." She stood, clearing away his lunch tray. Jay followed her as she explained, offering to take the tray from her hands as they stepped down the stairs to the kitchen. "But apparently, his foot tripped it and he landed on his arm on both the edge of the trampoline and on the ground once he bounced off the edge."

"Ouch," Jay commented, wincing at the idea of it all. "I'm surprised it's not broken. But he seems like he'll be fine."

"I'm sure he will be. That's one resilient little boy." She washed off the dishes and dried her hands, making her way back to where Jay sat at the kitchen island. "He loves Anise too. He'll want to play with her all the time."

"Mhm," Jay agreed. "They'll be playing all the days." He was absentmindedly scrolling through her phone, when his eyes landed on a certain name. Vivian had turned around to the fridge when he asked about it.

"What is what?" she questioned, half confused and half not paying attention.

"Randy called you?"

"Yeah, a few days before you were home the last time."

Jay could feel himself become hot with a touch of anger. "What did he say?"

"Offered to take me out to dinner." Looking over at Jay, she saw the flash of rage in him. "As a friendly gesture, you know, to apologize for being a total jackass." She spun away from the fridge with the items she needed to start early on their dinner. "Honey, you can see the call only lasted all of a minute. It's not like I had some long, drawn out sexy conversation with him. He asked, I said no, and that was it."

He looked at her through narrowed eyes. Let him find out that Randy wants anything more to do with Vivian, and he'd end Orton. The man didn't even seem to care she now had a baby to take care of... Not to mention that she made it obvious to him that she was just not interested in him. He was still going to pursue her?

"Don't look at me like that," she said to him as she worked on heating up the burners she needed on the stove.

"How do you even know I'm looking at you?" he questioned, placing her phone down on the counter.

"I can feel it. It's like a snail crawling on my back, inching up towards my brain to suck it out of my skull." Turning to get a few pots and a pan, she smiled at him. "I know you, Jay."

"Oh, really?" He stood, approaching her. "Then you know I'm going to do this." He took the pan from her hand, tossing it carelessly down on the stove, and grabbed her up by the waist. Pulling her closely to his body, he kissed her, exploring her mouth with his tongue.

"Jay," she sputtered out. "Jay, stop it! I need to start on this dinner!"

"That can wait," he hoarsely said, not wanting her mouth to be pulled away from his.

"""""

She woke with a start. Glancing at the nightstand clock, she saw it was close to six in the morning. Was that her phone going off at this ungodly hour? Groaning, she reached over, her fingertips fumbling around in the darkness.

"Hello?" she answered groggily. "Dixie? Yeah, no, it's okay. What? What's going on?" She sat up, pulling the old shirt she had worn to bed straight around her neck. "He missed the show last night?" Not again. "Okay, no, I'll be down. Let me get my kids settled and I'll be right there."

"What's going on?" Jay asked, not even half awake, his face still smashed into his pillow.

"That was, um... " She tried to get her thoughts straight as she ran her hand through her hair, shifting it over to one side. "Dixie," she completed. "She said she was having some issues with Jeff again, and wanted to have some sort of meeting with me. I honestly don't know what's going on."

Jay's eyes opened, and Vivian could tell he knew what it was.

I think we both know," he plainly stated. "He can't have Shawn until he kicks that shit."

"Well, nice to know that you can tell us what to do with our son," she mumbled as she got out of bed. She ignored the look in his eyes and the grunt he made. "I have to go to Florida."

"I'm coming with you this time."

"Jay, you can't. I can't leave Anise and Shawn with Steph and Paul this time. They have enough to care for without me adding to it."

"Viv, you can't keep telling me to stay back and watch shit go down without me by your side." He sat up in the bed, rubbing a hand over his sleepy face. "It's impossible for me to just sit here and let you go through things by yourself."

"You are by my side," she said as she took out some clothes. "Jay, I know you're worried, but you know me. I don't need my hand to be held. I just need someone to back my up."

"Right," he said lowly as he slid back down into the bed. "And I've always been the back up."

"You know what I meant," she said in a hard tone. "Anyway, I'm going to take a shower, and then make my way down. Can I count on you?"

"Yeah, yeah," he grumbled before rolling back over, pulling the comforter over his shoulders.

"""""

Vivian listened carefully to everything they were discussing. She was thoroughly disgusted with Jeff's actions, but not for the reason she'd been so many years ago. Well, not so much anyway. Jitters ate away at her nerves, and the very clothes she wore seemed to crawl on her skin at the pure anger that raged through her. How long had he been doing this? Jay was right... She'd make sure he wouldn't have Shawn as long as he still indulged in this stuff. It's as if he didn't realize how much of his life it tore apart.

"Vivian, I know you've split from him, but could you possibly – "

"Talk to him?" Vivian finished. "Dixie, believe me, if he listened to me, he would have straightened out a long time ago. Getting that man to stop doing something he doesn't see as a problem is a problem in itself." She held onto her shaking leg, willing it to stop moving. She knew they could see the anger boiling in her, but she didn't care. She just wanted to get her nerves in control so she wouldn't snap when Jeff finally did decide to stroll up into the meeting.

And she didn't have to wait very long before the door to the conference room slowly opened. The background noise of the few other folks in the room faded as he entered the room. Then the room quieted completely as he approached the table, wisely going to the most opposite side of the table from his ex-wife. There was no mistaking the golden fire burning in those eyes, and he'd had enough of that ever since Shawn's accident.

"Jeff, we called you in because – "

"Yeah, you better sit over there," Vivian cut off whoever was talking. Right about now, she could care less who was in the room and whatever other reasons they had for calling this meeting. "How dare you do that shit in front of my son."

"Vivy, I didn't – "

"Stop talking, I'm mad," she snapped. "How many more times are we going to do this shit? Ten years ago, it should have fucking stopped. Ten years ago before you had a child. If you wanted to keep doing it, why did you even bother starting a family?"

He had nothing to say to her. No answers for her. No explanation nor reason why. It didn't help that the nervous pit in his stomach was threatening to projectile its way up his esophagus as he watched Vivian uncross her jean-clad legs and stand up from the chair she was sitting in. She walked over to him in the longest strides he'd ever seen her take, her long leather coat flailing behind her. He stood, kicking his backpack underneath his chair.

"Viv, I didn't want this to happen."

"Shut up and sit down. I said I'm mad." The manicured finger she merely pointed at him didn't even have to touch him for him to feel the lightening bolt that could have shot from it. He immediately plopped back down onto the chair. "What sorry ass, poor excuse do you have now? You're doing your shit in front of my child, Jeff. He didn't know you for years, and now that he has the time to know you, you push him aside for this? You've really lost your goddamn mind, haven't you?"

"I don't push him aside, Vivy."

"Oh, and what do you do? Is he sitting right there while you do it? Because if he has seen anything, Jeff, I swear 'fore God, I will end you."

"Viv... "

"I'll end you in ways that no wrestling company, that no legal company, could ever do to you." She swiftly walked back over to the chair she had taken when she'd first arrived, grabbing up her bag. "I promise you, Jeff." She turned to the company's president, offering her hand. "Dixie, honey, we have to go out to lunch one day."

"I'd love to," she replied with a gentle smile, holding onto Vivian's hand and gingerly squeezing it. She watched Vivian turn on her high heeled boots and exit the conference room.

"What the hell did we just witness?" one of the guys asked.

Jeff could only look at them, running his hands through his freshly cut, short hair. "My ex-wife owning my ass."