Phil, Jon, and I were asked for a meeting with creative the Raw taping before Christmas break. Stephanie sat back chewing on a pen as we entered.

"Stephanie's here? That can't be good." Jon muttered under his breath.

I had to admit that a bolt of nervousness rushed through me upon seeing her. She doesn't typically sit in on meetings.

"Glad you three could join us." Mark said, beginning the meeting.

"First off, I want to congratulate you on the success of the reality show. It's been a big hit and we've gotten lots of positive feedback. The network wants to do more, but with Total Divas going to begin shooting again soon, we've elected to leave you guys alone for now." Stephanie said with a mischievous grin.

Jon and I both gave a sigh of relief. Time away from the cameras would be wonderful.

"However." Stephanie stated. My heart sank. "The E! Network and the WWE wants to include a bit more drama into things."

Jon and I exchanged concern looks. No good can come from that statement.

"We've been happy that you three have been getting along and communicating the way you have, but we feel like we need to stir the pot up a bit. For both the TV show and our purposes." Stephanie said.

I groaned, putting my head down on the desk. Stephanie gave me a slightly amused look before clearing her throat.

"That being said, in our universe, Punk and Ambrose will be having a series of singles matches." Mark explained. "Punk will get the better of the series, with Juliet ringside with him. We're going to use that to help aid in tension with The Shield, with Ambrose not taking too well to the loses."

"And we want to tease more tension between Juliet and Punk." Stephanie added.

"Wait, tease tension? As if I might turn on Punk?" I asked.

"No." Stephanie shook her head. "As if you might go back with Punk."

"You've got to be kidding me." Jon exasperatedly said, running a hand through his hair.

"I think it's pretty established that Punk and Juliet are over." I said.

"It's a TV show, Jessie. It's acting." Mark responded.

"This is completely up to you three if this is the direction we go. But trust me when I say that we can do this quite easily." Stephanie said.

Phil had been unusually quiet during the meeting. I turned to him, trying to read his expression.

"I'm game." He finally spoke up. "We're all adults. We can play this without issue."

"What the hell." Jon shook his head. "I'm in."

"Jessie?" Mark questioned.

I gave a little shrug. "I guess I'm in too."

"You're worried over nothing, Jess." Stephanie told me. "A few lingering looks, you squarely in Punk's corner. We just want to give the illusion is all."

"We haven't really said that much about Juliet and Ambrose to be honest." Mark spoke up. "Obviously people know. We can figure out little details, but overall I think we can have fun with this."

I frowned as we left the creative meeting. A part of me was surprised with how quickly Phil seemed to agree with it.

"Come on, Jess, it's not a big deal." Phil said with a simple shrug.

"I don't like it." I shortly said.

"It'll be fine. Relax." Phil assured me.

Jon wasn't happy either, until we discussed the match later that night. For him, it was business as usual. It was the segment that followed that had me concerned.

"Daddy!" Shannon and Amy exclaimed, running over to a sweaty Phil post-match.

Phil laughed and hugged our daughters. "How are my favorite ladies?"

"We're good. We're ready for Christmas. See? We decorated." Amy said, hoping around enthusiastically.

We had outfitted an office with a small tree and little Christmas decorations. It was nice, even though it was thrown together.

"Oooh, Mommy is standing under the mistletoe with Daddy." Amy cooed.

I moved away quickly from Phil, but Shannon pushed at my legs.

"No, Mom, it's tradition." She encouraged.

"You heard her, Juliet. We can't break tradition, can we?" Phil lightly said, a little twinkle in his eye.

I couldn't help but laugh. "Not us, no."

It was only supposed to be a quick kiss. I knew that. I said as such when Phil pitched the idea earlier. However the moment he slid his arm around my expanding waist, I should have known better.

I knew I should have pulled back, but we were live on Raw and I had agreed to this anyway.

Phil's lips lightly brushed mine, but quickly changed. He made sure to pin me against the wall when I tried to move away. He hadn't kissed me that passionately in a very long time.

When he pulled away, I caught the unmistakeable gleam of desire before his expression changed.

"Merry Christmas, Juliet."

"Merry Christmas, Punk."