I stood washing the dish from lunch whiles listening to music on my iPod. I was humming thinking to myself about how my life had turned out. I wondered time to time how I had reached this point. I had married a wrestler I had met through my self-adopted brother and had later married him. I had met Nicholas Theodore Nemeth better known to the world and his fans as Dolph Ziggler.
I had gone to see my-self proclaimed brother at work one day when I met Nick backstage. He had been charming and sweet. He had helped me find my way around so that I didn't get lost, which I was hopelessly lost before he had come across me wondering around the endless corridors.
I had been smitten with him after speaking to him for a few minutes. I didn't even know who he was. And I think that was one of the reasons we initially became friends. It was a world wind romance.
Who would have thought an average girl like me be married to him? I had brunette hair, with light brown eyes and my height was at five feet four. The little girl whose father walked out on her. Whose mother worked two jobs to keep a roof over her head and food on the table. Whereas my husband was perfect with platinum blond hair, brown eyes and stood over six feet. He was a gorgeous hunk that millions of women worldwide lusted over.
Sometimes I wondered if it was all a dream and that I would wake up and it would all be gone. To think that I had come from a broken home with no good role models at being a parent or married.
But I had married him and had been for almost five years now. We had a beautiful son that was four years old. Nate was our life and the light of my life. I didn't know where I would be without him. My little man. Nate was his father's pride and joy. Nate was my life, the reason I woke up in the morning. His presence lit the whole room up. His sweet little laughter, his mischievous smirk and puppy dog eyes.
My life seemed perfect, something to be envious of but I had a secret that no one knew.