Chapter 37

A lot of sex, talking, and takeout food took over the next 3 days.

On day 3, Jecina finally had to peel herself out of bed to do laundry, and actually wanted a homecooked meal instead of takeout. Granted, she loved being in bed with Jon, but her vagina was sore and needed a reprieve from him. He wasn't done with her, but would give her a small break and had gone down the street to the local gym to work out. Jon had proven he was more than ready for Extreme Rules and his health was in tip-top shape, despite his heavily bruised back.

Stephanie had called, asking them to fly in a day earlier because her father wanted Jon tested by WWE doctors to be cleared for the Asylum match. It was standard protocol in WWE; they were very careful with their wrestlers and put their livelihood first before ratings. So on top of needing to get laundry done and whatnot, Jecina also had to call the airport to book their new flights, which Stephanie was once again funding. By the time Jon arrived home from the gym, Jecina was ready to throw her hands up in exasperation.

"What's wrong?"

"Stephanie called. Once again, I had to cancel our flight for Sunday and moved it to tomorrow morning… 5 AM to be exact." Jecina sounded thoroughly annoyed, tossing her phone on the couch and leaned her head back. "How was your workout?"

"Wait, what the fuck is going on? Why do we have to leave tomorrow instead of Sunday?"

"They have to test you to make sure you're ready for the match at the pay-per-view. I should've known and figured they'd want to give you a concussion test." Jecina stood up from the couch, knowing she had to get dinner done and then it would be an early bedtime for both of them.

Jon groaned, no longer in the good mood he'd been earlier and tossed his own hands in the air in frustration. "This is bullshit! I'm perfectly fucking fine! I don't need a goddamn test! I'm doing the match regardless!" His temper had shot up, his voice reverberating around the penthouse.

It made Jecina cringe. She didn't know what else to say to him. Didn't he understand WWE was completely different from the Indy's? They had to take extra precaution with their Superstars and employees with ANY injury. Because he'd had a grade A concussion, there was a chance for dizzy spells and the concussion worsening in a match, which was why the testing had to happen. Instead of consoling him, Jecina began cooking and decided on something simple with a lot of carbohydrates. Spaghetti.

After a half hour of ranting and raving about the change of plans and their time being cut short at home, Jon finally stopped, smelling something delicious coming from the kitchen. Jecina's cooking was the best he'd ever tasted and he doubted anybody could outmatch her skills. His nose made him drift into the kitchen and he watched her from the doorway, remembering the first time they met over 2 years ago. He'd walked into catering, saw her and felt a warmth spread throughout his body he tried ignoring for months. It wasn't until he actually broke her heart and then pursued her, stealing her away from Ambrose, that Jon realized just how much he needed Jecina in his life.

She was his perfect match.

"Marry me."

The radio was playing softly in the kitchen, but it wasn't loud enough to where Jecina hadn't heard those words come out of Jon's mouth. She froze mid-stir, eyes widening and felt her mouth go completely dry. Apparently, finding a place to move in together wasn't enough for Jon. Now he wanted marriage?! Jecina suddenly felt her legs grow weak and she hit the floor with a thud, not surprised to find Jon rush to her side.

"S-Sorry…" She mumbled out, feeling his arm wrap around her waist to set her back on her feet. "I-I need to sit down for a minute…" Before she allowed him to guide her out of the kitchen, she turned the sauce on low, not wanting it to burn.

Jon did NOT expect that reaction from her, concern swirling through his electric blues as he set her down at the kitchen table and retrieved a glass of water. "Jina, you just collapsed…what's going on?" Wasn't marriage what every woman wanted with the man they loved? "Talk to me."

What the HELL was she supposed to say? The trust issues were a huge factor, something she still hadn't told him and now, not only did he want to find a house together, but he wanted to get married? Did Jecina hear him right? Maybe she was hearing things. No, just the look on his face spoke volumes and she felt nauseous. They were NOT ready for marriage, nowhere near it, at least in her mind.

"Jon…there's A LOT going on in our lives right now…" Jecina swallowed hard, trying to find the right words and didn't want to upset him, tears filling her eyes.

"When isn't there? What does that matter? This is our personal lives outside of the wrestling business, Jina." Jon reasoned, keeping his voice neutral and gentle while rubbing her arm, his hand on hers. "Our lives aren't normal, precious. They're always gonna be crazy and full of twists and turns, but…there's one thing that's not gonna change."

Now she looked up at him, into his eyes and felt her heart skip a beat, a tear slipping down her cheek. "And what's that?"

Jon smiled, reaching out to brush the tear away from her cheek and softly brushed his lips against hers. "How I feel about you, about us. I love you, Jecina. I don't wanna move backwards, I wanna keep going forward, regardless what the fuck is happening. Professional wrestling used to be the love of my life, but…it's not anymore. You are. And if I could've married wrestling, I would. I felt married to it, actually, since I was 16, but now…now I wanna marry you. I want us to find a house to move in and I want to move in with you as my wife. I don't need a big wedding, unless that's what you want. Hell, we can elope right now and I'd be the happiest man on the planet. As I was standing there watching you cook us a meal, in this place we've shared our lives together for the past 2 years, mostly, it just suddenly occurred to me that I want you as my wife. Not just my woman and girlfriend, but mine completely. I want you to be Jecina Moxley, to take my last name."

Very rarely did Jon open to her like this, but when he did, it took Jecina's breath away. Every word that came out of his mouth was genuine, truthful and heartfelt. He meant all of it. Jon Moxley wanted to completely settle down with her and get married, on top of finding a new place to live they both agreed on.

"So, I'm gonna ask you again and this time, I want an answer, woman." Jon lowered himself to one knee in front of her and pulled something out of his jean pocket, a black velvet encased box, and flipped it open. "Jecina Danielle Shaw, will you marry me and become the permanent love in my life? Be mine forever and grow old with me?"

Forest green eyes never left electric intense blues as Jecina took several silent breaths, her heart pounding a furious tattoo against her chest. She couldn't look down at the ring, keeping eye contact with him and studied his face, knowing nothing would deter him. There was a chance she'd be leaving him in the future, depending on the draft news, but what if they did wind up on the same show? Would it be bad to accept the ring now feeling the way she did? If she didn't, something told her Jon would be heartbroken and that would be a huge distraction going into his match against Ambrose.

With tears streaming down her face, Jecina took the ring and, again, didn't bother looking at it, simply slipping it on her left ring finger before passionately kissing him. "Yes."

Elated, Jon lifted her from the chair and swung her around in circles, feeling her cling to him for dear life. He couldn't believe she'd actually agreed to marry him. The fact she didn't bother looking at the ring and just put it on her finger – it just proved further this was the woman for him. Jecina wasn't materialistic, had a heart of gold and was the perfect woman for him in every way. She was made specifically for him, nobody else, including his twin.

"I love you so goddamn much, Jina." He mumbled against her lips, keeping her against him since her legs had encircled his waist tightly.

"I love you too, Moxley…" She rested her forehead against his, gliding her fingers through his hair and kissed him again, already feeling him heading down the hall away from the kitchen. "Wait, the food…"

"Fuck the food." Jon growled, knowing she was all the sustenance he needed and didn't stop until her back collided with the bed in their room.

Later that night, Jecina finally got to admire the ring on her left ring finger and felt fresh tears spill down her cheeks. It was gorgeous. The emerald stone was cut in the shape of a teardrop with tiny black diamonds around it and halfway on the band. It was set on a white gold band and wasn't too big to be gaudy, but big enough to show the world she was taken.

"Do you like it, precious?" Jon rumbled in her ear, holding her against him and nuzzled her neck. "If not, we can always find something else for you…"

"It's perfect, Jon." Jecina turned in his arms to softly kiss him, their naked bodies pressed together. "I love it and I love you." There was no way she wanted a big wedding, not after seeing Lilianna fail to plan two of them. "I want to wait until after the draft before we get married, if that's all right with you."

Jon didn't think anything of the odd request and shrugged, brushing his lips against her nose. "Anything you want, I'm down. So, wedding or eloping?"

"Eloping. I don't want a big wedding or ceremony. Eloping sounds great."

"Whatever my woman wants." His stomach began growling loudly, forcing their lips apart from each other and Jecina began giggling at him. "Shit, we should probably eat something."

"Yeah, you think?" Jecina rolled her eyes, slapping his chest playfully and went to get up, but Jon stopped her. "I can finish the spaghetti…"

"Nope, takes too long. You keep that beautiful ass in bed and I'll get us something." Jon squeezed her backside and smacked it, his mouth devouring hers again.

They would not be getting much sleep before having to be up at 2 AM to go to the airport. Jecina merely shook her head at him and obeyed his command, taking a few minutes to stare down at the ring on her left ring finger while he was gone. They were engaged. She had trust issues with him and they were engaged to be married, to share the rest of their lives together. How was this going to work out? What the hell was she thinking accepting his proposal? There was no turning back because the damage was done. Eventually, the trust issues would deteriorate, as long as they stayed on the same show. If not, Jecina would still leave him and call the engagement off, already deciding that because she would not be hurt again.

Jon Moxley had already hurt her once and broken her heart.

Another problem arose in her mind, suddenly. How were people going to react to their engagement? Lilianna and Gabriella were going to lose their minds! Jecina chewed her bottom lip, not wanting to hurt her best friend, who just recently had to call her own wedding off to the man she thought was the love of her life. The last thing Jecina wanted to do was send Lilianna over the edge with this news.

"Okay, the best I could do is sandwiches and chips. I hope that's okay." Jon wasn't much of a chef and plopped down on the bed, noticing Jecina hadn't looked away from her ring. "You have an intense look on your face."

"Yeah…" How would Jon react to what she was about to ask him? There was only one way to find out. "Jon…about this engagement…"

Jon chomped into his sandwich, one of three, and gestured her on with his hand silently to continue.

"Well…with everything that's happened to Lilianna recently and the draft coming up, maybe it's not a good idea to announce it to the company…"

Jon swallowed his bite of food, arching a brow at her. "So what do you wanna do? Keep it quiet until after the draft? Or just keep it quiet altogether, get married and surprise everyone that way?" Sooner or later, people would cotton onto what happened. "Is this about my brother?"

"No, I don't give a damn what he thinks or how he feels." Jecina meant that wholeheartedly, a slight edge to her voice whenever talking about Dean. "But I just think we should keep this quiet for now. I won't wear the ring on my left ring finger until the time is right to come out with it. Honestly, I'm more worried about Lilianna and I have a feeling this will send her over the deep-end if I announce I'm engaged too soon…"

That was a good, valid point, though Jon personally didn't give a damn what anyone, Lilianna included, thought. "If that's what you wanna do, precious. I don't hardly talk to anyone in the company anyway." It didn't bother Jon because he knew they were engaged and what that ring represented, regardless of what finger it was on.

Jecina breathed a huge sigh of relief, feeling better and began eating her own food, thankful Jon was on board with what she wanted to do. "Thank you." She murmured, once she finished her sandwich and chips, sliding her hand up his muscular arm.

"We really need to find a fucking place before we get married, though. Because when I walk through the front door of our new place, I want you to be my wife." Jon wanted to lift her up and carry her over the threshold before christening every inch of their new home.

"One thing at a time, Moxley. Don't overwhelm me." Jecina cautioned with a smile, leaning over to softly kiss him after he swallowed another bite of food. "We'll get it all done in time."

"You still haven't told me what you thought of the house in Colorado."

"It was nice." She admitted, remembering looking at the pictures. "It's a little extravagant for us though, don't you think?"

Jon shrugged, finishing his second sandwich. "Then we'll keep looking." Sooner or later, they would find something they both fell in love with.

They just had to keep looking.

After they ate and more lovemaking, the newly engaged couple finally fell asleep a little after midnight with their alarms set and content smiles on their faces.