I was in a deep sleep myself but I did feel Tyson tossing and turning beside me in bed. I forced myself awake to try and see what was wrong with him.

"Just go back to bed, babe."

Now I really couldn't because he got up, went to the bathroom, and turned on the bright ass lights. Only closed the door halfway while he peed so I had no choice but to turn from the light and close my eyes until he was done.

He got back into bed and didn't toss and turn again for the rest of the night.

Soon, it was time for Tyson to hit the road for the week. The kids didn't want him to go and they were highly upset when he had his suitcase by the door. T.J. pushed it over then began to kick it as if he hurt him personally. Tyra just watched him do so with a smirk on her face.

"Tyson, Junior, what are you doing?" Tyson said.

"Don't leave," T.J. said.

"I'll be back very soon, okay? Be good for Mommy." Tyson gave the kids a hug and a kiss before pulling me in for one. "I love you."

"Love you, too."

Don gave me a big hug before he left and thanked me for the hospitality then followed Tyson out the door. Once they left, I fed the kids lunch and started on my outfit for my performance but I couldn't stop thinking about Tyson. My mind really began to race when I began to think if we possibly weren't cut out for marriage? Over the years, we had seen each other whenever we could. He was busy getting his career off the ground while I was dancing around the world and having a ball. We would spend time together but we never lived together. Only recently have we gotten back together because of T.J., got married, and then Tyra came along. I love being married to my husband and I also love my children very much…..but the doubts kept sinking into my head at times. Was it a mistake to get married so quickly? Yes, we had T.J. so of course Tyson wanted to marry me but I honestly wouldn't have been upset if he didn't. If we just remained boyfriend and girlfriend or partners that would've been fine as well. I haven't even asked Tyson how he feels about being married recently. His thoughts and feelings might have changed so who knows? Wouldn't hurt to ask him.

I took a break from sewing to send Tyson a text message asking him how he feels about everything.

"Do you regret marrying me?"

I received a quick reply "No. Why are you asking me this? What's wrong?"

"I just want to know if you regret marrying me or think we should've waited to get married."

"My flight isn't going to be long so I'll FaceTime you when I'm at my hotel so we can talk, Tia."

"Okay."

I knew he was now riled up but I had to ask him what was on my mind and needed his answer. His truthful answer and no sugarcoating bullshit.

It was nighttime when Tyson finally FaceTimed me. Thank goodness I was already in bed and relaxed.

"Why did you ask me if I regret marrying you?"

"Just Andre the question truthfully, Tyson."

Tyson took a deep sigh, closed his eyes, and looked at me with a sincere look on his face.

"No, I don't. Do you?"

"No…..but I think we rushed into marriage."

"Well, you had T.J."

"As much as I love our children, we weren't being careful when we had sex when I visited you a couple of years ago and that's how we ended up with T.J."

"True but that doesn't mean I regret starting a family with you or marrying you."

"Sometimes I feel like we rushed into things….like maybe we should've learned to live together instead of getting married? We bicker like a typical married couple that's having a bunch of problems. We talk to our therapist but we still argue and bicker at the smallest things."

"I'm still willing to work things out with you as much as I can. I'm not giving up on you and our marriage."

"But what if we have to go our separate ways?"

"Then I'll let you go and be happy."

"Would you try to get me to stay with you if we decided to go our separate ways?"

"If you wanted to have your space, would it be fair to me to try to get you to stay if you truly wanted out? Not saying I wouldn't fight for you but no means no, correct?"

"True."

"Listen: we may not have lived together until recently but that doesn't mean that our childhood was a figment of our imagination. Yeah, as adults we've become quite different but you're still Tia and I'm still Tyson. You know good and well that we really haven't changed much over the years. I'm still the nerd that you fell in love with."

"True. And I'm still the dancer that you fell in love with," I said. "I just...I just had to know how you felt about our marriage…"

"Tia, listen: life doesn't have a blueprint. We navigate the muddy waters of life not knowing what it has in store for us but we still have to navigate it, alright? We have two lovely babies together, a lovely cat, and a wonderful life. I'm happy to navigate life with you."

"I wish I could navigate and be with you," I said.

"I'll be home before you know it. I'm going to get some sleep now because I have another meeting in the morning that I do not want to go to."

"Sleep well and I'll tell the kids you said hi."

"Thanks. Goodnight, love."

"Goodnight. Love you."

That was the reassurance that I needed.

I sat outside on the patio with the kids to paint pictures with them while I watched Dynamite on the television. I had looked through the window here and there to see if Tyson was going to be on t.v. and when he finally showed up, I saw that he was going to have a tables match. No big deal as I've seen him do so before and knew that he knew the risks he was taking whenever he did partake in those matches. The match was going well, bodies being thrown through the tables, and lots of fists being thrown per usual. Tyson was powerbombed on the side of the ring and down he went, writhing in pain, and rolling around on the ground while holding onto his back. I became concerned so I ended up calling Don without thinking that me might be in the stands somewhere and had to stay in character for the t.v. Luckily, he was in the stands but far from the ring.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Is Tyson okay?" I didn't notice my voice shaking when I asked this. "Tell me he's okay, I see a doctor tending to him."

"Tia, listen to me, honey: take some deep breaths."

"Don, Tyson hasn't gotten up!" I was trying to keep my composure as I was in front of the kids but it was getting hard.

"Deep breaths...deep breaths...he's okay...he's getting up now and he's going to finish the match with a win. Just watch."

One, two, three, and the bell finally rang to end the match.

"Please check on Tyson for me, Don," I said quietly.

"Will do. Just promise me you'll relax, okay? I'll tell Tyson to call you."

"Okay. Thank you."

"No problem. I'll talk to you later."

I have no idea what came over me...it's not like I haven't seen him in those type of matches before but the way he hit the side of the ring looked devastating. He was already in pain before he left so I have no idea why he would continue to put his body through that type of turmoil. I hope he was receiving some type of medical attention after the match because he definitely needed it.

"Don told me you called him to see if I was okay. I am so don't worry. :)"

It had been an hour after the match when I received a text from Tyson so I responded back in a hurry.

"Before you left, I knew you were hurting again and this table match only made you hurt more."

"Yeah, you're right. The doctor said I have a bruised kidney but I'll be okay."

"Please hurry home."

"Will do. Love you."

"Love you, too."

Only Tyson Smith, Senior. Will hurt and still keep going like he's Superman, not human.

Only him.