"I want fifty more."
"Fuck. You." CJ panted at her boyfriend, laying back on the mats. He only looked down at her, obviously unimpressed. He knew she hated crunches, but she was the one who wanted a flatter stomach and he expected her to deal with what she had to do to get that. "I just did a hundred and fifty."
"And I want fifty more." Dean repeated his earlier statement, his gaze never faltering as she sat up to glare at him. "This is what you wanted. Don't get pissy because it's not going your way."
"This isn't fair."
"Don't give me that 'not fair' bullshit, because life isn't fair, your highness."
The usual term of endearment came out as a sneer and CJ found herself a bit hurt that he'd say it like that. So she did what she only knew how to do, bit back her complaint and laid back so she could do the last fifty crunches. He was right, this was what she wanted and she'd learned not to complain because she never wanted to hear that tone directed at her again.
"Thank you." Dean mumbled once she had finished and she stared over at him as he laid beside her on the mat. "I don't mean to get snippy with you, darlin', I really don't. But I need you to cooperate with me with everything else like you would if we were doing cardio."
"I know, and I'm sorry. You don't have to do this for me and the least I should do is cooperate." CJ mumbled, feeling his hand on her stomach. She placed her hand over his, smiling when he spread his fingers out so hers fell in the spaces between his. "Love you, Ambrose."
"Love you, too, Copeland."
"Did I earn your hat today?"
"Yes, baby, you did. Let's run a lap around the neighborhood and take a picture for the fans."
"Can I wear your hat while we run?"
"Nah, I wanna wear it. You'll get it after we run."
"But babe, you said that I earned it." CJ whined, sitting up only to lay across his stomach horizontally.
"I said you earned it, but I never said when you could wear it."
"Satan."
"Love you too, your highness." Dean spoke as he sat up, forcing her to sit up in the process. She pouted up at him in a last ditch effort to get what she wanted and felt successful in her efforts when he let out a sigh as he stood. She placed her hands in his and allowed him to pull her to her feet before throwing her over his shoulder and heading for the stairs. "Times a wasting. You get the hat after our run."
"Jerk."
"You love it."
"I love the Ambooty." She corrected, squeezing one of his rounded cheeks. The action brought a lustful groan out of her boyfriend as he kicked the basement door shut behind them before setting her on her feet.
"You're going to make me move cardio upstairs to-"
"Okay, gross." Seth muttered, bringing the couple's attention to the kitchen where Seth was drinking some water. "Are you two heading out?"
"Quick lap around the neighborhood. Wanna come?" Dean asked and, much to CJ's relief, Seth shook his head with a small smile.
"I'm alright, thanks." He politely declined, watching with a smile as Dean pulled CJ away. He couldn't deny how happy they both looked to be with each other and, as much as he needed some fresh air and a run, he didn't want to be the awkward third wheel.
CJ leaned against the pillar of their porch, watching Dean stretch while she bit her lip. He had removed his shirt and tossed it at her, to which she made a show out of flinging it to the side before he turned his back to her and bent over to touch his toes. He then made a show out over all of his stretches while she watched intently, periodically glancing over to where their neighbors' daughter was watching the spectacle that was Dean Ambrose stretching. Once he was done, he turned and smiled at the teenage girl before looking to his girlfriend and suggesting that they get going.
Dean had slowed his pace a bit to make the run easier for CJ, since he had pushed her though a brutal ab workout and was certain that she was tired. She kept pace without a complaint, but slowed to a stop by the small playground in the neighborhood and asked if they could stop for a second.
"Tired?"
"No, I just want to sit and talk for a minute. You don't mind, right?"
"Of course not." He spoke with a smile, taking her smaller hand into his and letting her guide him to the bench. He noticed that her eyes stayed trained on the kids playing on the castle-themed play set, almost like she was afraid to make eye contact with him. "Is something wrong babe? Because I can fix it if there is."
"Nothing's wrong with us, Dean. I just don't trust myself around Seth."
"What do you mean?"
"Yeah, he's been a huge douche and as much as I want to punch him in the face for it- repeatedly, might I add- I can't help the fact that I once loved him."
"I'm sure half of the world wants to punch Seth for everything he's done, but I'm not understanding what you're trying to get at."
"I told you about last night. We were close enough that I could feel his heart beating, Dean, and as uncomfortable as I was, deep inside l-I liked it. I'm just terrified that he'll kiss me and I won't push him away."
"Oh." Dean whispered, setting his water bottle down beside him when she put her other hand on their joined hands. "Is it because I'm not enough?"
"No, Dean. You're everything I want and need in a man. I don't want to picture a life without you in it because I love you so much."
"But there's that love for Seth that you just can't bury. And I get that. What can I do to make it easier for you?"
"What?"
"I don't want you to worry yourself about this, Christina. How can I make this easier for you?" He repeated his question, covering their hands with his free one.
"I dunno, Dean. I guess I'll try not to think about it as much, but other than that I don't have a clue." CJ admitted quietly, looking down at their hands while her feet started kicking subconsciously. Dean could only sigh, taking away his hand so he could take his hat off and run a hand through his hair.
"We'll figure it out. Until then I'll just make sure you're never alone with him." He decided, placing the hat on her head and pulling her ponytail through the gap in the back. "Thank you for bringing this up with me, sweetheart."
"You've said that you're my future husband a few times. That means that you deserve to be in the loop when something is bothering me." She reasoned, letting him pull her to her feet before hugging her close. "Can I be your trophy wife when I retire?"
"I wouldn't want anybody else."
"I can't wait until Olive is old enough to play on playgrounds and make friends." CJ commented, looking back to the playground as Dean let her go to get their water bottles.
"Me neither. There's so much that I don't want to wait to do with her, but I know that once she starts growing I'm going to want her to slow down." He stated with a slight chuckle, handing CJ his phone before kneeling down in front of her. She sighed but complied with his unspoken request, practically laying on his back and wrapping her arms around his neck before he stood and his arms looped around her thighs to support her weight. "You know that everything will be alright in the end, right?"
"What do you mean?"
"Like with us and Seth and as a family. There will probably be some shit times and we'll probably have a few arguments, but I'll always stand by you." Dean elaborated, watching as she positioned his phone to take a selfie with him. He watched through the phone as she turned her head to kids his cheek and, because he was still the highly photogenic Dean Ambrose, he made a surprised face which made CJ smile when she took it.
"One: you're adorable, babe. Two: it means a lot to me that you'd say that. I never expect things to sail smoothly, and no relationship is without hardship and I get that. But I'll stand by you, too. Regardless of the situation." She assured, lightly nudging his head with hers and grinning when he nudged back before she typed out the caption for her Instagram/Twitter post.
'My reward for a hard day of working out: a piggyback ride home from the world's hottest trainer. #roadtoreturning #helovesme'
That last hashtag made Dean ecstatic. She knew that he loved her and had absolutely no issue with telling the world that she knew that he loved her. She was proud of their relationship and that was just amazing to him no matter how many times she had said it in the past. He'd never had a woman be proud to be with him for him- they were always with him just because he was talented and they wanted the notoriety for being on his arm.
It was amazing to him how much different CJ was compared to his previous "conquests". For starters, she wasn't a rat nor was she a cheap slut desperate for sex with wrestlers and some sort of career by name dropping. She was a class act, although seemingly addicted to sex at times, and she was too busy trying to make herself a big name without the use of her sperm donor father figure's names. She wasn't an aspiring model or actress using wrestling as a springboard, wrestling was what she wanted to do and stick with until she retired. There were plenty of other reasons, but he lost his train of though when she gave a small laugh over something.
"What's so funny?"
"This comment on the picture I just posted. This fan wants to know when we'll post a picture of the Ambaby."
"The Ambaby?" He asked with a chuckle, repeating the term in his head repeatedly. "That's cute, I like that."
"I do too." CJ mumbled as she typed a reply to the commenter, assuring that it wouldn't be too long before they posted a picture of the Ambaby to social media. "When we finally do, I want you to be the one to post it. I'm good to go whenever, so when you're ready to post a picture just go for it."
"You're sure?" Dean asked quietly as he stepped onto their porch, pulling away his phone and pocketing it before actually releasing her so she could drop to her feet. But once she was on her feet her arms wrapped around his waist and she laid her head on his back.
"I'm positive, Dean."
"I'm kinda sweaty, babe."
"And? You act like we don't shower, Ambrose."
"Well then, let's go take one, darlin'."
After a shower that, in Dean's opinion, was a total disappointment, the couple got dressed and headed downstairs to see that Seth and Roman had dressed Olivia and were both dressed like they were ready to go out. To say that they were confused would be an understatement, and that's saying the very least.
CJ hesitantly stepped forward and took Olivia from Roman, seeing that Seth had obviously had a say in their baby's apparel. Jeggings, a white tshirt, pale pink zip-up hoodie, socks and black shoes that resembled vans while her wisps of blonde hair were neatly brushed down. She had to give the two props for their obvious teamwork, since Olivia had become more of a pain to dress as she grew.
"Are you going to explain why you're all dressed like you're going out?" Dean asked, wrapping his arms around CJ's waist protectively. She instinctively leaned into his touch, watching Seth and Roman curiously as they exchanged glances and Olivia played with her hair.
"Because we're taking you guys out."
"Why?" CJ asked, glancing up at Dean while he pulled her hair from Olivia's grip.
"Because you're always such hospitable hosts to me when I'm here-"
"-and you're taking me in temporarily to set me straight." Seth cut in, to which Roman pointed in his direction as he nodded.
"That too. We just want to take you guys out and repay the favor." The Samoan finished their joint explanation, and Dean nodded slowly before looking down at CJ. The blonde still looked pretty confused and he could understand why, since it was three in the afternoon and nowhere close to dinner time.
"Out?" The Canadian asked, looking between the three men.
"Let's go out and have fun. Our treat."
"I don't know how much fun I'm going to be with Olive. Why don't you guys go out and-"
"No." All three men answered in unison, bringing a small frown out of the Canadian.
"What about the media? I'm sure King Beak and the Billion Dollar Bitch would throw a fit if you were seen with us, Sethie."
"I've got that taken care of, sweetheart. They know I came here when the plane landed and I sent Steph a text saying that you're the only person I trust to get me sober and I promised her intel. Dean didn't tell you?" Seth asked, bringing a sigh out of Dean and making CJ bite her lip.
"He probably didn't want me worrying and that's fine. Just let me get the diaper bag ready and throw on some eyeliner."
"You don't need it." Dean quickly assured, but CJ handed Olivia over to him anyway.
"Yes, I do need the diaper bag."
"Fine. No makeup though, you look fine without it." Dean stated, making CJ grown inwardly. She wasn't planning on caking her face in foundation and eye shadow, especially since she didn't have those particular items. She just needed eyeliner and lip gloss to bring attention to her face and not her body. Nattie would've been proud of her for actually using makeup of any kind willingly, and that made CJ smile to herself as her phone vibrated in her back pocket.
'Hey duckie. Whats up?'
'Hey dork. Just getting ready to go out with the guys and Olive. You?'
'Laying in the hammock thinking'
'Don't hurt yourself haha' She joked, knowing that he wanted her to ask what he was thinking about. That was the whole point to mentioning it but she wasn't sure that she wanted to ask. But she did anyway. 'Whats on your mind?'
'Things with Denise aren't going too well sweet pea' She read the text just after applying the eyeliner to her left eye and she frowned slightly. She had always felt that Jay and Denise were made for each other with how smitten they had been with one another since the beginning.
'How so?'
'Always getting pissed at me for things I can't control. I wanna just leave duckie but I know that I can't.'
'I wish I knew what to say to make you feel better. I hate when you're upset'
'I know. Go have fun with the guys and don't worry about me. Can you call before you go to bed?'
'Of course. Be strong for the baby, alright?'
'For sure.'
"Just what do you think you're doing?" Dean asked, successfully startling her as she set her phone down. "I thought I said-"
"Dean, I need the confidence boost." CJ stated, finishing her other eye before reaching for her lip gloss. Thanks to their large mirror that was mounted to the wall above their "his and hers" sink, she didn't miss the disappointed frown on his face as she applied the candy smelling gloss. "Just let me do me right now."
"What switch just flipped, Christina?"
"I just don't need you trying to control me, Dean. You know that shit bugs me."
"That wasn't my intent, babe. You know I'd never be that guy." Dean mumbled, looking guilty as his arms wound around her waist to pull her close to him. "Is something else on your mind? Because you were just-"
"Jay is having marital issues and I don't like it when he's upset. No big deal." She tried to act like it wasn't a big deal. But Dean knew her too well. He knew damn well that Jay being upset was eating at her thoughts and the older man most likely told her not to worry about it, which just made her worry more.
"Well let's go have fun with the guys and our daughter, and you can call to check on him later."
"That was already the plan."
"Alright, cool. I already got the diaper bag ready. Do you think two bottles is enough?" He asked as he guided her out of their bathroom, watching as she gave herself a passing glance in their full body mirror and frowned.
"Yeah. If it's not there's the emergency formula in your back seat and we can bring a blanket so I can breastfeed discreetly if she doesn't like the formula."
"I think she'll be fine." Dean stated, picking up the bag that sat at the edge of the stairs. "There's a shit ton of diapers and wipes and there's an emergency outfit if it's needed."
"Look at you, Daddy Ambrose."
"I try really hard to be prepared."
"And I'm proud."
"That's just the thing, Adam. If Jay and Denise split, I'm not sure he'll bounce back this time." CJ reasoned from where she stood in the vacant women's restroom of the restaurant Roman chose after Seth wanted to pop into store after store to spoil Olivia some more. CJ and Dean playfully played rock-paper-scissors over who had to change the baby's diaper, which ended in Dean losing and CJ getting a call from Adam and volunteering to just do it, but she was taking her time to change the diaper. "I'm under the impression that he's only staying for the baby."
"Yeah. She told him that if he left, he'd never see her or the baby again." Adam's voice came through on the speaker while CJ put the fresh diaper on Olivia. "I always felt something off with her, but I didn't think she'd go fucking nuts."
"Do you know what she was getting pissed over? All he said in the text was that they were things he couldn't control." She asked, fixing Olivia's pants and smiling down at the baby before unbuckling her from the table while Adam heaved a great sigh.
"He wouldn't tell me, which makes me hope it's not about you, but I feel like she would get pissed over you."
"That's ridiculous." She argued; picking her phone up off the table, taking it off of speaker-phone, and tucking it between her head and shoulder while she squatted down to grab the diaper bag. "That's absolutely no reason because Jay and I-"
"Have been talking in some way every day since December. Given your history, if she knew, that looks fishy."
"I will never forgive myself if I'm the reason Jay lives miserably just for the sake of seeing his daughter." CJ stated just before exiting the bathroom, looking around at all the families in the restaurant while Adam sighed.
"This situation is out of your control, therefore you cannot blame yourself. What happens between Jay and Denise are their decisions and nothing for you to feel guilty over."
"Then what do we do?"
"Be there for him when he needs us. That's all we can really do, kiddo."
"Alright. Love you, dad."
"Love you, too, kiddo." Adam spoke before hanging up, leaving CJ to wander through the restaurant until she found the boys. Her boys. It almost felt normal to her. If only Seth didn't make her feel nervous.
"Who was that?" Dean asked as CJ sat down, taking Olivia from her and kissing the baby's cheek.
"Adam. Just checking up on us." She partially lied, knowing that Dean probably wouldn't have appreciated her being unable to leave the Jay situation alone until they got home. "Did we miss anything exciting?"
"Roman sucks at getting phone numbers." Dean chuckled, making CJ smile.
"No way, big man. You're so suave." She argued, watching as Roman hung his head while he chuckled.
"Only for you and Seth's cute neighbor, babygirl."
"Seth has a of couple cute neighbors." CJ commented, looking to Seth to see him nod his agreement. "Gavin was damn fine."
"Shut up. He's a dick." Seth laughed, hiding his surprise towards CJ remembering his neighbors. "I was upset when Mikaela came back to Vegas."
"She is from here, isn't she?" CJ asked, tapping her chin as she looked on in amusement. "But Roman isn't talking about Mikaela, are you big man?"
"I'm talking about Michelle."
"Are you banging?" Dean asked, earning a smack to his arm from his girlfriend while Seth choked on his water. "It's a valid question."
"We are seeing each other, yes."
"For how long?" Seth asked, voice a bit hoarse from his coughing fit.
"Officially since July."
"And we're just now finding out? Roman Reigns." CJ used her "mom tone", making all three men look to her. "What?"
"Are you mothering me?"
"I'm a mother, assclown, it's universal."
"And to answer your question, you guys have been busy and I didn't didn't think it was important compared to everything you guys have been dealing with."
"How many times do I have to tell your bitch ass that you're family?" Dean asked, handing Olivia back to CJ so he could stand and smack Roman upside his head. "Anything you have going on is important to us."
"Damn straight." CJ agreed, patting Dean's thigh when he sat down. "I'm actually offended that you felt less important."
"I'm sorry."
"You're forgiven."
"But still a bitch." Dean commented, draping his arm across the back of CJ's chair. Seth couldn't help but chuckle at Roman's expense, adjusting his hat in hopes that his arm would cover his face as the fan across the room took a picture of their table. He was more than ecstatic to be out with them, but he hated that they were such a huge target for media attention. The baby had only made them more of a target, since now everyone knew there was a baby but nobody knew what she looked like and everyone wanted to know.
"So when are you two blowing up the internet?" Seth asked casually, dropping his arm so he could drink more of his water.
"Soon." Dean stated, smiling down at CJ and Olivia. "She's dropped that decision in my lap and I'm tired of all the questions. I don't want too many out there, since those people can be vultures, but a couple every now and then shouldn't hurt."
Jay paced his den silently, waiting on a very particular call. Adam had asked him not to make CJ overthink what was going on with his crumbling marriage, which Jay could understand. She worried too much already, but she could worry herself sick over him whether or not she realized it.
How long does it take to get dinner? He asked, checking the time on his phone. It's eleven in Vegas, what is she doing?
Truthfully, he wanted her to call for a purely selfish reason. She relaxed him in a way that his wife used to. Now Denise just really upset him. Not exactly anger, but it wasn't sadness either. He didn't know how to describe it, he just didn't like it. This was why he needed CJ.
They might've bickered like children most of the time but that didn't mean that she didn't relax him. The year he spent with her was probably one of the most relaxed years of his life because he got to go home to her every week. There was just something about how indifferent to things she could be and the way she worried about him silently that made being around her so serene. And her voice, always sounding so collected even when she was falling apart. Not monotone but definitely level.
His phone ringing jolted him out of his thoughts and seeing her name on the screen made him feel a bit better. Not completely okay, but better nonetheless.
"Duckie."
"Jay. Sorry, it took a second to get Olive situated and Dean is helping Seth with something."
"Seth?" He questioned, not certain why the skunk-haired asshole was being allowed into their home after all of the shit he had put her through.
"It's a long story. Don't worry about that now. It's late in Tampa, what are you doing?"
"I just cleaned the den and then paced. I don't really want to go up to bed."
"Jay, you need your rest. Especially since you go back on the road tomorrow. I know you aren't in the ring, but you're still-"
"I know, sweet pea. I just don't want to be near her until I figure out why she thinks I'm in love with another woman."
"I don't know, you've been smitten with her since the beginning. It's wrong of her to use the baby against you though." CJ reasoned, her tone gradually getting softer as she spoke. "I wish I knew what to say to make you feel better, Jay."
"I know you do." He whispered, easing into his recliner. "Honestly, I wish you did too."
"At least you leave in the morning for touring. The Rumble is next week, and you love the Rumble."
"Yeah, I do."
"You're frowning, aren't you?" She asked, and he could picture the small frown on her face. When they were together, that was when he'd pull her close and make her smile somehow. Usually it was kisses but sometimes he'd tickle her until- "Jay?"
"Sorry, I was thinking."
"About?"
"Uh, honestly? Us." He admitted quietly, looking to the doorway to make sure his wife wasn't lurking. "The way I'd make you smile when you had that little frown on your face."
"Like that time you tickled me for like ten minutes?"
"It was two minutes, but yeah."
"Whatever. I think about those times a lot, y'know."
"You do?" That was surprising to hear since she was so happy with Dean. Why would she need I reflect on their past relationship.
"Of course. You showed me the way I deserved to be treated by a man. I've been comparing the way guys treat me to the way you did since we separated."
"Dean comes close, huh?"
"Very close. He came up a bit differently and was pretty new to the whole 'relationship' thing so I grant him a bit of leeway in the grading scale, but he gets better by the day."
"That's great to hear, duckie. I wouldn't want to have to fly to Vegas and deal with him after Adam verbally assaulted him."
"I wouldn't want that either." CJ spoke with a chuckle and Jay swore that he heard a bed creak on her end.
"Tired, duckie?"
"Very. Dean has been working me hard to get ring ready. But I know you're tired, too, and I wouldn't fall asleep on you."
"You have before, I don't know how many times."
"I can't help that you're a good pillow. Nor can I help the fact that you let me."
"Most of those times were while we were dating and it was my civic duty as a gentleman to give you a place to rest your head." He defended himself, chuckling when she let out a small giggle. The sound was too cute and he hated that she hid her giggling these days. In her opinion women did not giggle, because giggling was for girls. That was something she had to have learned in developmental, because his Tina didn't have a problem with giggling when he was intentionally being stupid just to get a smile out of her.
"Civic duty as a gentleman, huh?" CJ asked and Jay nodded even though she couldn't see. "You've stopped frowning, didn't you?"
"I did, sweet pea."
"Good. I don't like it when you frown. It doesn't look right."
"What do you mean?" He asked quietly, not sure that he was emotionally ready for what she was about to say. Thinking about their past had gotten him misty eyed already, but if what she had to say invoked any kind of reaction from him then he'd certainly shed tears.
"My Jay-Jay isn't allowed to frown because it makes his face look weird. You smile so much and you're a happy guy, so you can't frown because it throws me off."
"I'll keep that in mind, sweet pea."
"You should, since I have a wealth of knowledge."
"Oh, do you?" He smiled, hearing her chuckle. This was why he loved CJ. She always kept his mind off of the bad things.
"It's like a well. You're more than welcome to draw from it any time."
"There are other things I'd like to draw from your body, Tina."
"Jay..."
"I'm not going to apologize for that one. But know that I have no intent to steal you from Dean. You're happy and I respect that."
"I sense another but."
"But I have to admit that I catch myself missing us from time to time ever since all this drama started."
"You do?"
"When we were together everything felt simpler, y'know?"
"I know what you mean. But we were young back then. Things are supposed to feel simpler."
"I'm just glad I took that leap so we have those times to look back on."
"I'm glad you did, too." CJ whispered and he wondered if Dean was in the room or if she was just close to passing out on him. A small yawn could be heard and he knew that she tried her best to muffle it.
"Go to bed, Tina."
"I'm alright, Jay. You need me."
"I need you to get some rest. You're on the road in a few weeks and I'll get you then."
"Text me tomorrow, alright. If you need anything, I'm here."
"I know, sweet pea, and I'm grateful. Sweet dreams."
"To you as well. It gets better, Jay."
"I've got a great support system, so I know it'll work itself out." His words made CJ smile as she and Jay said their good byes and she set her phone down on the nightstand before turning over to face the door as Dean walked in. He smiled at the sight of her wearing his red flannel print button down over her bra and panties, licking his lips when she sat up.
"How are things with Jay?"
"I made him feel better, but I'm still worried. It's hard." CJ murmured as she watched him strip down to his briefs.
"I know it is, sweetheart. But it'll all be okay in the end. He's a tough bastard and he's got you and Adam if nobody else." The blonde reasoned as he climbed into bed. CJ sat up and wrapped her arms around him, needing his comforting embrace. "It'll be okay."
"I know. I'm just grateful you're so understanding, Dean."
"Everybody has their tough spots, darlin', and I'm sure Jay was there for you when you needed him." He whispered, rubbing her back comfortingly. "It's the best thing any person could have."
"Did you have people when you needed them?"
"More or less." He muttered, trying to dodge the question to the best of his ability. Now wasn't the time for them to stroll down his fucked up memory lane. She had too much on her mind with Jay, Seth, returning, and her insecurities weighing on her mind. She didn't need to worry about him on top of all of that. He wouldn't let her. "I've got you and Olivia now and that's all I really need."
As much as CJ wanted to ask him to elaborate, she was way too tired to do so. Her workout and activities with the guys in addition to her motherly duties had her worn out. His tone sounded a bit out there, but she was convinced that it was just because she was tired and hearing things. So she just nuzzled into his neck and let him position them in their bed.
"I'm gonna go hit the light."
"Stay." She mumbled, clinging to him when he tried pulling away. This action brought a sigh out of Dean, but he stayed with her regardless. The light being on was bothering him, since the electric bill running bothered him and he wasn't going to sleep at all with the light on. But he stayed with her, fighting the oncoming headache and resisting the urge to just say "fuck it" and go shut off the light.
It's the little things that matter, right? He asked himself, looking down at his girlfriend. She might not even remember that he made this sacrifice for her, but it didn't matter. He'd know that he did this for her, and he didn't think twice about it. This was where she needed him to be, and he'd be there until she said he could let her go. That's how it would be whenever she needed him, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
The hundredth chapter of Her Protector is coming up and I feel like I should do something special for that chapter. But I don't know what to do. So, if any of you lovely readers have any suggestions, I'd love to hear them!
I'd like to thank Damnitambrose, Sarcastic Nightmare, UntilNeverDawns, ChelleLew, and ItReignsJustice-619 for reviewing the last chapter. I really do appreciate every one!