When we're back in the room I head straight for the sofa. He busies himself making coffee and generally avoiding me. Finally he can avoid it no longer. "Lor?" he asks quietly. I look up at him, cursing the tears that fall down my cheeks. "Hey!" he says soothingly, putting his cup down and sitting next to me quickly. He takes my hands in his and strokes my palms soothingly. I shake my head. I don't deserve him. "Don't push me away Lora" he begs. "Let me in, tell me what's wrong." I manage to look at him, the worry on his face evident. "I don't deserve you Jon" I sob. He drops my hands, pulling me to him and holding me against him. "Don't fucking ever say that" he warns. "Whatever this is about, we can work through it. We're stronger than we give ourselves credit for Lora. I promise you, we are gonna get through this." I nod. He can say the sky is purple with yellow spots and I'd believe him at this point in time. I've doubted him way too much. "I nearly threw this away" I whisper, looking at him. "I nearly threw our marriage away, for the word of a stripper." He nods. "You did" he agrees. "But you saw sense, so it doesn't matter now." "But I believed her" I say, searching his face for some emotion, something to let me know I'd hurt him. Nothing. "You did" he says. "But I gave you no reason not to. I didn't tell you what happened, you found out from Renee, and social media. Where anything can be said because I don't use it. Hell Lora, they could be saying I'm shacked up with Renee right now, and I wouldn't be denying it because I don't know what they're saying. Do you understand? Me maintaining radio silence is going against me. I can't dispute the rumours, because I don't know what they are. And do you know what? I don't care. I really don't fucking care what they're saying about me Lor. Because we know the truth. And we are the only ones who matter. As long as we're honest with each other, nothing they say or do can hurt us." "When did you get so fucking wise?" I half sob, half laugh. He grins. "I think it was your wedding present to me" he whispers. "You always make me think about things differently. I love you." "I love you too" I whisper. He takes my hand and pulls me up, leading me to the bed. "Show me" he asks. I glance across at the table. "But your coffee..." I start. He growls at me. "I'll make more" he says. "My wife doesn't get to travel with me tonight. I'm going to miss her. She had better miss me too. I want to spend the time we have left taking in every inch of her." "Well" I say thoughtfully. "If you put it like that..." I don't give him a chance to say anything else, turning quickly and pushing him onto the bed.
Our cab is late, which means we're late, which means I'm fully expecting the wrath of Triple H when we finally run into the arena. "Lora" he says, smiling. "Ambrose. Nice of you to join us. Rollins and Reigns will fill you in on what you missed. Have a good night." I frown as he walks away from us. "Who spiked his coffee?" I ask as we walk into the locker room. "Huh?" Colby asks, looking at me quickly. "Hunter" Jon says, dropping the bag on the floor. "No warning for being late, just told us to have a good night." Joe grins. "That's because" he says, looking at Jon. "He just fired Renee. In the meeting." "What?" I yell. Colby grins. "Oh babycakes" he says, picking me up and spinning me around. "You are finally free of that black cloud. Enjoy your marriage, stop suspecting your poor husband. Fuck, did I really just say that? Anyway, she's gone. End of story." I look at Jon quickly. His reaction surprises me. "I'm free" he whispers, looking back at me. Colby puts me down and I run to him. He picks me up and holds me tightly. "We're free" he corrects. "No more mind games babe. Damn, if I'd let on that we were married sooner this could have all been avoided." "Or exploited even worse" Joe points out. "Look how Hunter was when he found out. If you had come clean from the start, I honestly don't think you would have made it this far. Neither of you were ready." Jon and I look at each other. Joe doesn't realise how right he is. "I love you" I whisper. Jon nods, resting his forehead against mine. "Love you more" he whispers back.
We get changed and head to catering, holding hands and hugging as we walk. "Hope you're happy now!" Summer yells as we walk. I stop, staring at her as Jon tries to pull me away. "Leave it Lora" he warns. I shake my head. "No Jon" I say, pulling my hand out of his and walking over to her. "Am I happy?" I ask, smirking as she takes a step backwards. "Actually, no. I'm not happy. I'm fucking ecstatic. You would be too, if the person so desperate to create shit and cause so many problems in your marriage finally got outed and fired. I'm sorry Summer, I really am. I'm sorry that your only friend got fired. I'm sorry that you can't see how much of a bitch she really is. I just hope that now she's gone you can take your blinkers off and see her for what she really is. Because I, for one, won't miss her one little bit." I turn my back on her and walk back to Jon, grabbing his hand again and pulling him down the corridor to catering.