"I guess we just found our off limits topic" Guy says as I walk back into the lounge. "Yes" Jon says as I shake my head. "No" I say, squeezing his hand as I sit back down. "It's fine, honest, just warn me next time you wanna bring it up." Guy nods. "Shall we get it over and done with now?" he asks. I nod. Jon squeezes my hand, refusing to let it go. Guy signals for the cameras to start rolling, and then it begins. "Renee" he says, looking at Jon. "Wanna explain?" Jon groans. "Oh man" he says, running his hand through his hair. "That's about fifty shades of fucked up right there. The abuse Lora gets for ruining the supposed relationship, it's, well, it's unreal. Let me set this record straight, once and for all. Renee and I. It never happened. There has never been a Renee and I. People need to stop believing rumours, and hints that are posted. It's all a work. She gets off on her name being mentioned with mine. But seriously. I'm a one woman guy, and my woman is my wife, right here." "To give her credit though" I say, looking at Jon. "Since the marriage went public, she has backed off, it's the fans that refuse to believe it." Jon nods. "Turn your camera around" he says, pointing at the fireplace. "Get a shot of that picture. That, right there, is the happiest day of my life." I smile, looking around at all of Blake's handiwork. The pictures are amazing, including the one where Jon shoved cake in my face. Guy nods. "So" he says. "Swift subject change time. Royal Rumble coming up. Have you changed anything in your workout routine to accommodate for it?" Jon shakes his head. "Oh man" he says. "You gotta bear in mind I'm on the road five days a week. The two days I get off, I'm here with Lora. She trains like a demon with me, if I feel like slacking, ole sergeant major Good here makes me think otherwise. We run, we kickbox, we go mountain biking, anything to boost my endurance levels. Cos I'm in this for the long haul. If I draw number 1, I'm in there until there is nobody left." "Sounds like a good place to stop for today" Guy says. I nod and stand up. "So what now?" I ask. "We'll come back tomorrow" he says. "Maybe film some footage of you two training in the desert. Apart from that, and just little bits of filming around here to see your day to day lives, it's all gonna be backstage at the shows." I nod, watching Jon. "Sounds good" he finally says. Guy nods and shakes our hands as the guys pack their cameras away. "Stop worrying about the reaction this is going to get" he warns as he looks at me. "It's written all over your face. Lora, you did nothing wrong. They're going to love you, because Jon loves you." I smile. "Thank you" I whisper. He nods and walks to the door. I follow him and see them all out, waving until I can't see the car anymore. I head back into the apartment and lock the door behind me.
"He's right" Jon says, still sat on the sofa where I left him. "I do love you. So freaking much." I smile, sitting next to him. "Good" I whisper, pulling his face to mine and kissing him softly. "Because I love you too." "Show me" he whispers, pulling me across until I'm straddling his lap. "Mr Good" I say, in mock surprise. "Is that a phone in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?" "Ain't got no pockets doll" he moans before claiming my mouth in a fiery kiss.
"I really hope they didn't leave a hidden camera here" I mumble into his chest. He laughs, looking at the pile of clothes on the floor. "Won't be the first time I've been filmed" he shrugs. "You what?" I shriek, looking at him. He shrugs. "Oh doll" he moans, kissing my head. "You cannot realise how refreshing it is to be with someone who actually has no idea about my past. Don't worry, this video ain't gonna surface suddenly. It's been buried. Literally. I'm still waiting for someone to bring it up though. But it's all good, right? Everyone has a past, and without a past we don't have a future." "Mr philosophical all of a sudden" I whisper, kissing his chest. "I blame the wife" he shrugs, kissing me back.
His phone ringing interrupts our lazy time. "Colby" he groans, answering it quickly. "What's up dude? Ah, you know, chilling with the wife. Yeah, they did our interview this morning. Ok actually, Guy picked up on Lora being too worried about what the fans would say to actually open up. Called her on it, I'm quite looking forward to tomorrow. Kickboxing in the desert. Wait till the fans see how often she puts me on my ass. I'm gonna have my own protection racket as soon as this hits the shelves. Yeah, catch you later bro." He hangs up and I look at him. "Note to self" I say. "Do not put your husband on his ass tomorrow." He laughs. "We are not doing anything different" he warns, making me look at him. "They can like it, or they can lump it. This is us Lor. And we're happy." I nod. "And hungry" I say, laughing as his stomach rumbles. "The wife doesn't feed me" he moans. "Where are they with their cameras now, huh?" I laugh, grab my clothes and head into the kitchen to make him some food.