CJ watched with a smile as tweet after tweet filtered into her notifications about their baby. Nattie and the Bellas had sent countless DMs wanting more pictures of the baby, she hadn't complied just yet but she was honestly considering it. Dean sat beside her, gently rocking a fussy Olivia as he watched CJ's smile widen until it tipped into a frown.

"What's wrong, babe?"

"Who's Trina Michaels?"

"Some whore from my past, what'd she say?" Dean asked, shifting closer to see the tweet in question.

"And I quote: 'So proud of my Moxy boy finding love with CJericho! Their baby is the cutest little thing! Congrats you two!' There's a couple heart emojis after it, too."

"A couple what?"

"Damnit, Ambrose." CJ mumbled under her breath as Seth entered the kitchen. "Oh, and after that she tweeted a picture of her 'movies'- I'm using that term lightly- and said that I'd never beat her career."

"She boasts her porn career?" Seth asked, pouring himself some apple juice. "Classy classy."

"Right?" CJ laughed, going back to her notifications. "Why does this make me so happy when I hate being in the spotlight for non wrestling reasons?"

"Because you're extremely proud of what we all made together." Seth reasoned as he sat down at the table and CJ shrugged her acknowledgement of his theory. "I don't wanna go on the road tonight."

"Thought you'd be sick of us." Dean commented, poking Olivia's nose and grinning when she giggled.

"You guys treat me like me, not like a corporate douche."

"Because you're not a corporate douche." The couple spoke in unison before looking at each other in surprise.

"I mean, you're a douche." Dean started, CJ quickly finishing his thought.

"You're just not corporate. You can't be."

"That really isn't corporate hair, fuck boy." Dean laughed, earning a swat from his girlfriend. "Is he not a fuck boy?"

"He's not a fuck boy. He's a step above that."

"If you say so, sweetheart." Dean mumbled, handing Olivia to CJ so he could stand. "Want a drink?"

"Can we use alternative phrasing, please?" Seth asked softly, looking between the couple and expecting somebody to roll their eyes at him. But they only nodded, CJ reaching over with her free hand to gently rub his hand.

"Yeah, sorry 'bout that, Seth." Dean mumbled, scratching at his neck while he watched CJ interact with their daughter. "You're doing good, though."

"Yeah, the meds are working pretty well. The hallucinations and shaking stopped, my only issue is going to be the temptation."

"If it gets bad you know you can call us." Dean assured, looking to CJ for confirmation. He got that when she nodded, smiling at Seth before handing Olivia over to her other father. "Remember that you've got Olive. She's your reason to stay sober because if you slip up you won't come near her until you're sober again."

"I'll definitely keep that in mind. Thanks you guys."

CJ was trying her best to enjoy her shower. Seth had just left for the airport and Dean was putting Olivia to bed, but she felt lost. She knew it was because she hadn't heard from Jay in over a week and she could only hope that it was because it was the first step to reconciliation with Denise. The woman may have gone batshit crazy, but Jay needed his daughter. She'd give up her first love if it meant his happiness.

Even if it killed her a bit on the inside.

So she found herself standing beneath the warm spray, resting her head against the cool tiles of their shower. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't hear the bathroom door open, nor did she hear her boyfriend stripping. Dean knew this wasn't like her and that she was seriously thinking about something, and he just wanted to make her forget about the things that were bothering her.

CJ didn't budge when Dean stepped into the water, and barely moved when he wrapped his arms around her waist. She merely put her head back on his shoulder and kept her eyes closed. She made it clear then that she just wanted to feel him, nothing else really mattered to her in that moment.

His mouth traveled along her neck and shoulder with no set plan or destination in mind. He wasn't even hard, and he hoped that he could control himself because he needed to be there for his queen. She was trusting him to take care of her, and he really didn't want to disappoint.

"Dean-"

"Hush, Christina. I'm gonna take care of you." He whispered in her ear, reaching for her body wash. He created a decent lather on his hands before he started to gently massage her skin. She stated quiet and let him do his thing, losing herself in everything he was doing. His movements, like always, were so meticulous and gentle, as if she'd break if he held her just a bit tighter.

Her favorite part, by far, was the way he massaged her shampoo into her hair. He made sure to work it down into her scalp before turning her body around and tilting her head back into the water and massaging the soap out of her hair. He repeated the process with her conditioner, only this time he kissed her while the conditioner washed out of her hair. She cupped his cheeks in her hands to keep him close when he pulled back, tear-filled eyes opening to see the concerned look in her boyfriend's eyes. But he wasn't going to ask because he knew that she wasn't ready to talk about it.

She appreciated the way he pressed his face into her neck as his own way of letting her know that he was there when she was ready to talk it out. Neither knew when that time would be, but what mattered was that he was there. She used that time to run her fingers through his hair, alternating between massaging and scratching his scalp like she knew he liked. The gentle groan of satisfaction made her smile through the tears, wrapping her arms around him and holding him close while she cried into his skin as the water started to get cold.

"C'mon, sweetheart. The water is getting cold." He prompted, reaching for the knobs. She only nodded as the water stopped falling over them and the air chilled her skin. He wasn't sure if it was cold shaking or crying shaking, but it was almost uncontrollable shaking and he didn't like seeing his girlfriend like this.

She gratefully accepted the towel he handed her and began drying her body while he started to towel dry her hair for her. She was still crying and it irritated her, but Dean was making the situation bearable. He didn't even take the time to totally dry off before carrying her to bed and helping her into the pajamas she had laid out earlier. He pulled on some pajama pants before joining her in the bed and letting her bury her face into his chest while she continued to cry over this unknown reason.

He just hoped he didn't screw up unintentionally.

I know this one is shorter, but in honor of hitting a hundred chapters the next one is going to be big. I promise.

Thanks to angelsdee327, nattiebroskette, Damnitambrose, TheLovelyCanche, UntilNeverDawns, Murphy's Caitie Girl, ChelleLew, Sarcastic Nightmare, and ItReignsJustice-619 for reviewing the last chapter!