Timmy watched us intently as me and Tyson battled each other in DDR that had us sweating like we were standing outside in the sun. I playfully stuck my hand out in front of Tyson's face so he could miss a step but I stopped when I realized I was way too damn close to losing my first place spot. I finished our final round strong with a few more points which made Tyson stand beside me with his hands on his hips as he looked at me with a major side eye.

"You win, fucker," he said to me.

"Don't be such a sourpuss," I joked. "You're lucky you look good in just your black sweats and shoes. I love it when you exercise."

"Yeah, yeah. I bet you do."

After breakfast, Tyson read to the kids in our room as I got dressed in the bathroom then joined them afterwards. T.J. insisted on Tyson reading him The Lorax despite having an entire library of books to choose from but whatever made T.J. happy was important. Tyson had Tyra in one arm with T.J. lying against him with his own tiny arms wrapped around Tyson's huge arm and looked beyond content to be with his babies before he had to fly out of town. I know T.J. had made my cousin read her a bunch of books when she watched the children for us while we were gone, but whenever Tyson was around that meant The Lorax had to be read at least once a week.

Tyson has finished reading to the kids when Tyra sneezed and had the nerve to slightly kick at her brother who said "Bless you" which got her in big trouble.

"Hey, Missy. No kicking," Tyson said.

Tyra balled her tiny fists up at her father which made him laugh as he gave her to me so I could breastfeed her before she started kicking everyone's ass. Tyson picked up T.J. so he could stand on his own two feet on the bed but continued to hold onto Tyson's hand while shaking his head.

"No," T.J. said.

"Did your cousin teach you some attitude while we were gone?" Tyson asked him.

"No!" T.J. giggled loudly and ended up falling into Tyson's lap so his he could get cuddled.

"You're in a cheery mood but your sister has an attitude out of this world," Tyson said. "You better undo your fists, Tyra Francis Smith."

"Little girl, what are you doing?" I asked her. "Stop being so mean to us or you won't get any toys for Christmas."

Tyra scolded me with a frown but she stopped balling her fists up at us, finally relaxed so she could eat, and sending up falling asleep after her meal. Tyson had gotten up to make lunch for us then challenged T.J. to a game of Mario Kart that I helped him win and made Tyson gave me another side eye but a smirk nonetheless because that meant that I was next. Our fun consisted of also playing Twister which T.J. participated in by rolling around on the mat underneath me and Tyson as we were tied up with each other and laughing at us as we tried to not to fall on T.J. who finally moved out of our way then yanked the mat from us when got off.

"Hehehehehe!" was the cute laugh that came from T.J. who thought he won the game.

I swear each and everyday the children looked more and more like Tyson. Whenever they would smile, scrunch up their faces when they did so, their brown eyes looked as bright as Tyson's did whenever he too would smile at me, and the curls on T.J.'s head along with his sisters were luscious as it was everywhere just like their father's. I'm glad that the children received my eyebrows though. No offense to Tyson's but mine are thick and both children had my eyebrows which made me happy each and everyday…but of course I didn't tell their father this.

The last few hours of the night belonged to us as we dimmed the lights as I put on a record on my player that we slow danced to as if we were back at prom again. Tyson's Superman curl dropped over his forehead like it usually did whenever his hair was all over the place and poofy just the way I loved seeing it, especially when he woke up in the mornings. Tyson had one hand on my back while his other hand went through my braids that he liked to toy with and he was the ONLY person allowed to do so. He kissed my forehead then spun me around slowly and pulled me into a kiss that lasted for who knows how long but I just wanted to enjoy every minute with my husband before it was time for him to start traveling again. I know I was being selfish for thinking this but I didn't want him to leave because I wanted him to stay but wrestling is his passion and it was something that I wouldn't take away from him. He had to explain to his parents and anyone else that asked him about his wrestling career that he wasn't going to quit anytime soon as long as he could wrestle in the squared circle. The only thing I feared was Tyson becoming upset with me if I ever talked to him about possibly hanging up his wrestling boots and the reason for that is…well, I didn't expect to become pregnant with our first child. And I did tell him that I understood if he didn't want children or to get married but we somehow managed to make everything work out so far. I know that we had the discussion so many times before but who knows if he still felt a certain way about everything and he just wasn't telling me but maybe I was overthinking everything.

I cleared my mind so the only thing I was focused on was my husband, the time we were spending together, and a nice peanut butter and jelly sandwich I was craving right about now.

"Tyson?"

"Tia."

"I love you."

"I love you more."

"Can you make me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?"

"Of course."

I couldn't remember the last time I had seen Tyson truly upset, angry at the world, and without his spark that he always had inside of him but that was the case when he had injured himself during a match and had to vacate his AEW championship. And that's when the dark side of my husband began to show.

It was right after Tyra's first birthday. Tyson was in great spirits when he was at home, laughing, and spending time with his daughter on her first birthday, singing Happy Birthday to her in Japanese and English just like he did with T.J., cutting her her first piece of cake, and helping her open her gifts that everyone bought her. She too got a bunch of books that she wanted Tyson to read to her so he sat down with her on the patio and started reading The Cat in the Hat which instantly became her favorite book because she thought the cat was Timmy. I snapped a photo of the wonderful moment of Tyson sitting in the chair with Tia on his lap and went inside to get some more paper cups for the party. I turned back one more time to see Tia laughing at the way her father was creating funny voices for the character and even laughed at himself for being so silly and goofy.

Later on that night, he held me close in his arms as we lied in bed together and told me "I love you, Tia" to "You can't do anything right, Tia!" It all started the following week when he sustained a knee injury during his match, he came home angry about what had happened to him and now he was on a warpath that I had never seen him on before.

I'm glad I had tissue at my disposal because I was definitely going to need them right now.

Fuck.