I was close to strangling him one day when he had complained to me that I had "overcooked" his steak and that it needed to be redone. If it wasn't that, it was the bowl of cereal that I made for him being too soggy. If it wasn't that, it was the ice in the cups of water I gave him that "melted too fast" before he could fully enjoy it. The sight of his leg propped up on the couch while he played his PlayStation made me sick because I really wanted to strangle the fuck out of him and it had only been a damn week since he had been home from work! I wasn't going to keep cleaning up after him or bow down to him because his damn food wasn't the way he wanted it.

"Please, Tyra, don't mess with your father's PlayStation because if something happens when he gets out of the bathroom, he's going to blow up on me and I'm not having this shit right now." I picked her up so she wouldn't accidentally mess with anything of his, took her to the kitchen so I could put her in her high chair, and started to make dinner. "Here's some of your cookies."

Tyra started to munch on her tiny Gerber cookies as I started on dinner but I didn't get far when Tyson came limping into the kitchen to look for something in the pantry.

"Where are my Ritz crackers, Tia?"

"On the coffee table, Tyson. Where you left them!"

"Why do you have a damn attitude with me?" Tyson limped towards Tyra to give her a kiss on her forehead before limping back to the couch. "All I ask for you is to simply help me and you've given me nothing but attitude all damn day long. When you were younger, I understood you having an attitude but damn you're not a teenager anymore."

"I have an attitude because you keep getting on my damn nerves! You always criticize every damn thing that I do and I'm sick of it!"

"Because you don't do anything right! I asked you for some soup today and you made it too damn hot. I asked you for some tea which was decent but you didn't even put honey in it. I thought you could cook but boy was I wrong."

"Well, you know what? I'm going to get myself something to eat since you don't like my damn cooking all of a sudden. Maybe you can call your sister and tell her to fly from Florida back here so she can take care of you. I mean, I know she's chilling at our second house down there but she can come and cook for your stupid ass. Maybe your mother can make her way over here so she can talk some damn sense into you because you're acting like an idiot!"

Tyson stopped in his tracks so he could turn to look at me as I took Tyra out of her high chair and brushed past him so I could put on my shoes, grab my keys, purse, and head right out of the door.

"I'm getting myself and the kids something to eat."

My stupid ass still got Tyson something to eat because I didn't want him starving of course even after he cussed me out all fucking day long and got on my last nerves. I just didn't understand what the hell was I doing so wrong that was making him lash out at me but I had to remind myself that he was just upset about having to stay out of the ring is all. This injury wasn't what any of us wanted but life happens.

The poutine that was next to me in the passenger's seat was smelling great while I drove back home. Tyra kept singing Happy Birthday to herself in Japanese while in the backseat as we finally arrived back at home and she kept singing to herself, albeit in her own baby talk, until it was time to eat dinner. I quickly made the table but didn't say anything as Tyson made his way into the kitchen to eat with me and the children. T.J. yawned loudly but still ate his poutine while Tyra was about to make a big mess of her mashed potatoes that she was eating in her high chair so I had to end up feeding her so she wouldn't make a mess. Tyson did say "Thank you" to me before he started to eat his food in silence which shocked the hell out of me but I said "You're welcome" in response. We didn't say anything else to each other until after I put the kids to sleep and we were about to get ready for bed ourselves. Tyson had already made himself comfortable in bed with his leg propped up on a pillow while lying down on his back. I sat down on my side of the bed with my back towards him because I was tempted to smack the hell out of him but I kept my composure...it was hard, but I did it.

"Why have you been so mean to me today, Tyson?"

"Look, I'm sorry. I've been upset about my injury and I'm not used to not wrestling."

"Maybe you need to take a break for awhile. You can't overwork yourself."

I heard Tyson scoff at what I said which meant I was about to hear an earful of his ranting but I braved myself.

"I knew you were going to say that, Tia. I feel like you and everyone else always wanted me to take a break from wrestling after I specifically told you and the others that my wrestling career is what is important to me!"

I finally turned around so I could finally face my husband so I could tell him just how I've been feeling about him and his bullshit that I'm completely over.

"Tyson, fuck sake! Everyone understands that you love wrestling but do you love your family, too!? Do you love your children!? Do you even love me!?"

"Tia, I do love you and the kids. But you know how important my wrestling career is to me, baby."

"Yeah, I know that, Tyson. You've made that shit quite fucking obvious. Hell, do you even regret marrying me?"

"I don't and I don't regret having the children with you, either."

"You sure sound like it because any time someone asks what you're doing after wrestling, you get hella defensive over that and it bothers me to no end. I cry because I still feel like I trapped you into marriage without even knowing it."

"You didn't, Tia. When it comes to my wrestling career, I'm just very…protective of it. That's all."

"You take pride in your work and I get it but don't get so defensive over it. And you know what else? I'm tired of you telling me what I've done wrong or right because it hurts my damn feelings, Tyson. I know you're hurting and everything but you don't have to be mean to me."

"Look, I'm sorry. I've just been angry lately because of my injury but I know I can't take out my frustrations out on you and I've been very mean and disrespectful to you. I'm sorry, Tia."

"Apology accepted."

I couldn't stay mad at Tyson for long so I cuddled up next to him but I did warn him that I was going to kick his ass if he kept talking shit to me because I've been nothing but a very great wife to him. I just needed get used to having him around the house for the next five to eight weeks as his rehabilitated his knee and made damn sure he wasn't doing any strenuous activity. There were times he became restless sometimes because he was eager to move around but I would have to remind him to relax and take his medication. This man was definitely The Best Bout Machine because he was eager to do something whether it was trying to get some type of exercise in, trying to walk around the house as much as he could, or simply moving his knee just as much as he could. Was there any slowing this man down? Maybe if I saddled him he would finally relax for once so he wouldn't move around as much or even attempt to do something he had no business doing.

I knew he wanted to get back into the ring very soon but luckily he was finally able to see that being at home with me and the children was the most important thing in life. Because of me constantly staying on him about resting up, his knee got better within and a month and soon he was able to chase the kids around the backyard while I sat on the steps of the patio with a huge smile on my face that was met with a smile from Tyson himself. It was a smile that I had always wanted to see, the laughter of his I always wanted to hear, and the sight of him that I always wanted in front of my brown eyes along with our children. I had been sitting on our blanket getting our food ready for our picnic when T.J. had ran over to me to give me a flower that he had picked out for me and threw it on my sandwich that I had just unpacked.

"Thank you, T.J.," I said. I picked up the flower so I could place it behind my ear.

"Welcome, Mommy!" T.J. said.

Tyson had walked towards us with Tyra's tiny hand holding onto his index finger as he helped her walk to our blanket then sat down with her.

"Kūfuku (*Hungry)?" Tyson asked the kids.

T.J. nodded his head in response while I grabbed his sandwich out of our picnic basket, opened it, and realized that I didn't cut up his sandwich like I thought I did. I told Tyson that I was going to go to the car to get the plastic knives I forgot and got up to make my way to our car to get them but stopped when a kid's ball had rolled in the middle of the parking lot. I briskly walked to gently kick the ball back to the kid and had turned back to walk towards the car when I heard tires screeching on the side of me randomly, turned to see a car flying my way, and for some odd reason I was now in shock.

Before I knew it, a sharp pain went through my body as if I had been struck by lightening despite it being nice and sunny outside. My body fell limp once it hit the windshield of the car and soon I had crashed to the hard black cement where I laid helplessly as I began to drift in and out of consciousness.

The last words I remember hearing was Tyson screaming out my name.

Author's Note: I'm sorry for the ending for this chapter but Tia will be okay! Merry Christmas to my lovely readers!