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The week days were meant for the WWE superstars and divas to catch up on things. Laundry, grocery shopping, clothes shopping, spending time with friends and family. For Brie and Bryan, it was prime time for renovations! They bought their house in AZ right after they had married, and wanted to make it perfect! Brie and Bryan were a perfect match. They both loved being frugal, loved gardening, fresh and locally grown food were their favorite. Dean Ambrose loved making fun of the smaller twin for being a 'hippie', but Brie didn't care. This was her life. And she loved every minute of it.
Saturday morning came quickly from Tuesday, it was time for Brie to say goodbye from her newlywed husband. "Hey Bry?" Brie shouted from the car outside. Bryan walked out and started to chuckle at the sight.
"What are you turning into? Your sister?" Bryan said, him and Josie walked over to help Brie finish putting her luggage in their environmental friendly hybrid vehicle.
Brie rolled her eyes. "No." She began. "Being that we're going to be starting house shows again, I need extra clothes, gear, and uh.. underwear." Brie didn't know how to take having to do house shows again. When her and Nikki started out as rookies, house shows were mandatory. Creative and Development wanted fresh meat to get their names out to everyone they could, especially early in their careers. Now that Brie and Nikki were undoubtedly the 2 most popular divas on the roster, they got a nice break from house shows. Being that they were starting a new faction with Roman and Dean, apparently WWE wanted to put them out as much as possible. 'At least I get paid for house shows.' She thought.
"Well my love." Bryan pulled Brie into his arms. Josie nipped at both their feet, signaling she wanted to join. Brie picked her up and smiled at her little family. "I will miss you, as will Josie." Bryan said.
Brie gave Josie a kiss before turning her attention back to Bryan. "Three months!" As long as the doctor could clear Bryan from his injury, he would back on the road in just 12 short weeks. Brie couldn't wait. She missed being with her husband every day.
Bryan and Josie hopped in the car followed by with Brie, to drop her off at the airport. She was headed to Florida for the shows next week.
Dean woke up in a haze, like he does nearly every morning. This time, instead of a blonde, he had a brunette sleeping next to him. He lived right outside of Las Vegas, NV. Originally born and brought up in Cincinnati, OH, Dean had a very troubled childhood. He grew up in public housing, fighting, doing drugs, and drinking all the time. He eventually got out and found solace in the WWE. Granted, he still drinks and is very promiscuous, but where he was at now in his career was a hell of a lot better than where he was as a child.
"Morning, babe." The small brunette whispered out from under the covers.
Dean slipped out of his bed and walked over to his dresser to find boxer briefs. "Mornin, Lace." Lacey was a Vegas showgirl. Dean had met her out one night on the strip with his buddies almost a year ago, and she had been a regular ever since. They'd go out, get drunk, come back to his apartment and have sex pretty much every week when he wasn't on the road. Lacey was beautiful, dark brown hair, bright green eyes, dimples on both sides of her cheeks and straight white teeth. Athletic, but not thick. She was a stunner.
"What do you want for breakfast?" Lacey asked politely, slipping on one of Deans button ups, it cascaded perfectly over her body, reaching down just below her butt. "I can make you eggs, french toast, pancakes." That was the problem. She was too damn nice for Dean. Lacey did anything and everything for Dean. Ironed his clothes, did his laundry, grocery shopped for him, cooked and cleaned his house. She wasn't even his girlfriend!
"It don't matter." Dean said in a monotone voice. Yeah, Lacey was a 10 and clearly obsessed with him, but she didn't have the traits he desperately wanted in a woman. Every girl he had been with since joining WWE had bent over backwards for him. He took advantage of each situation, who wouldn't, but that's not a quality he wanted in a girlfriend. Dean had a sarcastic asshole personality. He needed a woman that would challenge him, not take his shit, and definitely not cater to him. Lacey was just what he didn't want in a girlfriend, but he kept her around when the nights got lonely. Dean walked over to his master bathroom before continuing. "I'm gonna shower."
Lacey shifted her head, confused. Dean never showered her with any type of affection, and she didn't understand why. What would she have to do for him to make her his girlfriend? "French Toast it is." She declared, heading into the kitchen to have Dean's breakfast ready for him when he got out of the shower.
"Daddy!" Little Joelle yelled as she jumped up and down on her fathers belly.
"Good thing you weigh 45 pounds, baby girl." Roman smiled at his daughter as he caught her in his arms, laying on the couch. His very own little princess. He loved his days home. Every Friday he got his daughter for the night. Friday during the day Joelle had school but after that she was all his until Saturday when he had to go back on the road. The carnival was in town for the week so he took JoJo to it last night, won her some stuffed animals and ate lots of funnel cake! Saturday mornings were always reserved for cereals, cartoons and cuddles.
"Why is that good, daddy?" Joelle asked, sitting up and taking a bite out of her captain crunch.
"Cause if you were any bigger you would break daddy and then daddy wouldn't have a job." Roman sat up on the couch as well, checking his phone. "Baby girl, we have to bring you back to mommy's soon so finish up, okay?"
"But I want to stay with you!" Joelle pouted. Roman pulled her close and put his arm around the little one. Joelle did this every week. She didn't understand why her parents weren't together. Why her dad had to leave her all the time. Why she couldn't spend more time with him. Not something that is easy to explain to a 6 year old.
"You know the drill." Roman began. He hated that he couldn't spend more time with Joelle. Once a week was not something he was proud to admit as a father, but he loved his career and he wanted to make enough money to support his daughter and hopefully send her to an excellent college when she got older. Who knows, maybe she'd be a WWE Diva! Roman rubbed JoJo's arms as she started to cry. He hated this routine. "Daddy has to go to work, you know this. Mommy takes good care of you and mommy misses you very much. You can call me anytime during the week and if you're a good girl for mommy we can have a 'Frozen' movie date next friday."
Joelle's eyes lit up as her frown turned into a grin. "Really?!"
Roman smiled at his daughter. "Of course. Tea party and everything!" Joelle jumped up into her dad and gave him a huge hug. "Only if you're good!" Roman shouted.
"I will be daddy I promise!" Joelle exclaimed. She couldn't be more excited and Roman couldn't be more happy to see his princess happy, he would do anything to make it happen. Joelle smiled brightly. "I love you, daddy!"
"I love you too, baby girl." Roman said as he gave Joelle a peck on the lips. "Okay now move that butt!" Roman gently gave her a smack on the butt, signaling her to get moving so he could drop her off at his ex-wife's.
"Can I have another glass of wine?" Nicole Garcia- Colace asked the waiter at the spa. It was a saturday and of course she was by herself. John was off doing promotional stuff and wouldn't be home till later. Nikki decided to spend the day poolside at her favorite local spa. It was smoking hot outside, just as she liked it. A sweaty Nikki adjusted her black bikini top and fixed her sunglasses before taking the glass from the waiter. "Thanks, sweetheart."
* Ring, ring *
"BRIE!" A slightly tipsy Nikki yelled into her phone. Everyone else sitting poolside looked over to her. "Sorry!" Embarrassed, she yelled to the other guests before turning her attention back to her phone. "When's your cab get here?"
Nikki listened to what her sister was saying on the other line before interjecting. "I'm not at the house. John is gone for the day and I'm at the spa with a fabulous waiter and a glass of wine." Nikki took a sip of her red wine. "He said it's fine if you stay in our guest room since the show will be right down the road, basicallllllllllly."
Nikki continued to listen. "Mhmm.. Okay... See you in a bit."
She hung up the phone on her sister and continued to drink her red wine. A male teenage fan soon approached her.
"Are you Nikki Bella from WWE?" The young man asked, feeling shy. He looked kind of nerdy, greasy brown hair, hawaiian t-shirt, and glasses. He also didn't seem to be in the best of shape. But a fan is still a fan.
Nikki pulled up her glasses and laid them to rest on her head. "Yes. Nice to meet you." Nikki smiled at the fan. "Do you want me to sign anything?" She gazed down at his hands. Nothing.
"Actually I just wanted a picture, if that's okay?" The fanboy asked. Nikki, always one to please her fans, happily agreed. The boy pulled out his camera as Nikki asked a stranger if she could take a picture of the two.
As soon as the fan got close to Nikki, he placed his arm around the busty brunette. As the flash went off, Nikki felt a hand grab her right breast. Immediately Nikki pulled back. "What the hell!?" Nikki shouted. "Give me that camera." Nikki grabbed the camera from the woman and went right into the library. "Deleted."
Nikki shoved the camera back at the fan and gave him a nasty look. "What is wrong with you? I'm in my bikini relaxing, I am nice enough to give you a photo and you grab my tit!?" Nikki shot death stares at the creepy perv. "Get away from me."
The young man scurried away, just happy that he got to touch Nikki Bella's boob. She could hear him shouting, "I touched Nikki Bella's boob!" as he ran away.
"These things are a blessing and a curse." Nikki said to herself as she placed the sunglasses back over her eyes and sat back down in the chair. She couldn't wait for her twin to arrive.