He's lying on the bed talking on his phone when I come out of the bathroom. He winks at me as he talks. "Yeah, you know" he says. "Everything lately has been about the marriage and my wife, people can't seem to understand that some things can actually be kept a secret, that they don't know everything about me. Totally, yeah, Lora is my life. It's actually our wedding anniversary on Sunday, a whole year married to me, she needs a medal. Yeah, she's here, listening to me talk about her like a lovesick child. My very beautiful wife is getting ready for date night with me. Woah! Oh, uh sorry, she just dropped her towel." "Ambrose!" I squeal. He laughs. "Ok, so maybe I pulled it off her" he shrugs. "Anyway, we're not meant to be talking about my wife. We're talking about the slammy awards on Raw on Monday. I can't wait. Lora can't wait either, she's gonna be there with me. Tickets are still available so you need to go buy them, like, now! Sure, no problem, thanks for having me." He hangs up and throws his phone across the bed. "And now" he says, holding his arms out. "I'm all yours." "I thought you were all mine anyway" I whisper, crawling up the bed to him. "One thousand percent" he moans, pulling me to him. "Uh Jon" I say. "Do you always do your interviews naked?" He laughs. "Helps me concentrate" he says kissing me. Things are just getting heated when the doorbell rings. "Damn" he groans, stealing my towel. "I'll get it." I nod and watch as he leaves the room.
"Lor!" he calls. I groan and head out to him. "Damn Jon!" Blake groans. "Did you marry an underwear model or something?" Jon smiles. "Hot ain't she?" he asks, putting his arm around me. "What's wrong?" I ask. Jon shrugs. "Blake brought something for us" he says. "He wouldn't tell me what it is until you got out here." I nod and look at Blake. "Here" he says, handing me a large box. I look at Jon and open it. I pull out a load of bubble wrap, then a large frame. "Wow!" Jon whispers. I frown and look at it, then look at Blake. "You're amazing" I whisper. It's a picture of Jon and I kissing outside a church, confetti blowing in the wind. Before I know what's happening Jon pulls the picture out of my hands and hangs it above the fireplace. "Perfect" he says. I can't speak, I just nod. "Thank you" I whisper finally. He smiles. "Not a problem" he says looking at his watch. "I'd better go, places to be and all that jazz. I'll give you a call when the others are done, I just couldn't resist giving you this one." Jon puts his arm around me, kissing my head before walking Blake to the door. When he comes back to me I'm staring at the picture. "Hey, you ok?" he asks, putting his arms around me. I nod. "I'm good" I whisper. "I'm, uh, gonna go finish getting ready." He nods and watches me go to the bedroom.
"I've kinda changed my mind" he says, walking into the bedroom about half an hour later. "Do you mind if we stay in? I know I outed date night in the media earlier, and I don't want us being mobbed. I think a night in, our first official night as an official couple, would be good for us both." I smile and turn to face him, putting my makeup brush down. "Sounds good" I say. "I wasn't really up for going out anyway. I, I, ah fuck it, I just wanna be with you, just the two of us." He smiles and hugs me. "Just put something comfortable on" he says quietly. "I'll order takeout and we can watch a movie. No gore though. I don't do horror movies." I laugh. "Oh you're such a tough guy" I say, kissing him. He nods, flexing his muscles. "Oh those arms" I swoon. He groans and heads for the lounge. "Comfortable" I groan, looking at the pile of clothes. Then I spot it. "Perfect" I say.
"You alive in there?" he yells. "Yeah" I call back. "Just coming now." "Close your eyes" he warns. I frown. "Jon" I say. "If I close my eyes I'm gonna walk into a doorframe or something, then you can be the one to explain my black eye to your adoring fans." He groans. "Ok, ok" he says. I hear the door to the lounge close. "Knock when you get to the door" he calls. I shake my head and walk to the door quickly. "I'm here" I say, knocking on the door. "Ok" he says. "You ready?" "Yeah Jon" I moan. "Feeling kinda stupid talking to a door, so can you get a hurry on?" He laughs and throws the door wide open. "Holy fucking shit" we both moan at the same time. He's closed all the curtains, and the room is lit by candlelight. The coffee table is moved off the rug in front of the fireplace, and he's scattered cushions on the floor. "The fire isn't really lit" he explains. "It's just the backlight, just for effect." I smile. "It's perfect" I whisper. "Yes it is" he moans, looking me up and down. "You said comfortable, right?" I ask, twirling for him. "This babydoll had my name on it as soon as I saw it." He nods. "I was comfortable" he admits. "Now my shorts feel about three sizes too small!" I laugh and hold his hand as he leads me to the rug. He helps me down then lies beside me. "Wanna choose the movie?" he asks. I shake my head. "I'll let you be the man and do that" I say, cuddling into him. He laughs and puts a random movie on. I frown at his choice. "What is it?" I ask. He shrugs. "No idea" he admits. "I get the feeling I'm not gonna be paying much attention to it anyway." "I hope not" I whisper, looking up at him. He smiles and kisses me before turning onto his side to face the tv. I have my back to the tv, cuddled into his chest, when the music starts for the film. "You have got to be kidding me" I groan. He looks at me puzzled. "What?" he asks. "Jon" I say. "You've put Titanic on! Renee would have a field day over this!" He laughs. "We need to troll twitter like she does" he says. "Not all night though, a few pics now, that's all." I nod and grab my phone, taking a picture of us both cuddled up. "Date night with the hubby didn't go to plan #nevermadeitoutside" I tweet. Then I take a picture of the tv. "Knowing how the movie ends makes up for not paying attention all the way through #theshipsinks" I tweet. Jon bursts out laughing. "I think that has to be my favourite tweet ever" he admits. I nod and put the phone on silent before throwing it across the room. "No more distractions" I whisper, kissing him softly. "You're distracting enough as it is."