I pick my phone up off the table and smile. A message from Jon. "I guess you're sleeping" I read. "I just wanted to let you know that I love you." I dial his number straight away, I need to hear his voice. "Morning" he says sleepily. "I miss you." "I miss you too" I say, curling up on the sofa, comforted by his voice. "How was the show?" "Insane!" he says. "That crowd was wild! You're not gonna believe this, but when Nikki and Brie came out for their match the crowd were yelling for you." "No way!" I say. This has shocked me, I mean, I'm supposed to be heel. "Yes way" he laughs. "What about the bar afterwards?" I ask quietly. "No creeper pictures" he says. "She came in late, I was already buzzed and missing you by then so I said night to Joe and Colby and left her to it." "You guys ok?" I ask. "I guess" he says. "I mean, it's gonna take a while for Colby to forgive Joe, but the way I see it I've got nothing to forgive him for. He was just looking out for me." I bite my lip before answering. "You always see the good in people Jon" I say finally. "I have to, Lora" he says. "If I think about it the other way, how his outburst nearly cost me my marriage, I'd knock him so far into the future he'd be meeting his great great great grand kids." Oh my god. I laugh, I can't help it. "There she is" he says softly. "There's my Lora. I can't wait to see you tomorrow. I miss you so much. This bed is so empty without you." "Calling me fat, Ambrose?" I ask. "No" he says quickly. "It's just, when I'm in bed with you, I never have to search far, you're always there right beside me. But here, if I reach out for you in my sleep, I keep reaching and reaching and I never find you. I miss you." "Damn" I groan. "Ambrose the romantic. Who knew?" "Nobody" he warns. "Keep it to yourself. I'm a bad guy, remember?" I laugh. "I'd better go" I say. "Just woke up, on the sofa of all places. I couldn't face going to bed without you. Gonna go take a shower and get everything sorted for tomorrow. I love you." "I'll speak to you later" he says, sounding more awake. "I love you too. Bye." I say bye and end the call, staring at the phone before putting it back on the table. A thought hits me and I pick it back up quickly. A few phonecalls later, plans made, and me rushing around the apartment packing like a loony.
Fast forward a few hours and I'm checking in at the hotel Jon will be arriving at tonight. The receptionist gives me a knowing look when I tell her I want it kept secret that I'm there, but she agrees and gives me directions to the room. I take the key from her and make my way to the elevators. As soon as I'm in the room I unpack and hide the suitcase and all evidence of me being there. A quick glance at the clock tells me I've got about an hour to get everything ready before Jon leaves the arena. My phone rings and I groan. I haven't really got time to answer it. I check it and cut it off. Lex. I'm still not in the mood to talk to her after her little outburst the other night. I run myself a bath and soak for a while, making sure I'm out in plenty of time to get ready for Jon's surprise. I pull on the babydoll and the hotel robe before brushing through my hair and leaving it loose. The elevator pings and I pause, listening as Jon yells goodnight to someone, telling them he needs to get in and call me. I rush into the bathroom and hide behind the door just as I hear him slide the keycard in the door. "Yeah, night!" he calls. I hear his bag hit the floor and the keycard get thrown onto the table before the door closes behind him.
"Oh man" he groans. "Huge bed and no wife. Fuck, phone. I need to call Lora. And stop talking to myself. Damn it Lora answer your phone. Come on, come on. Fuck. Voicemail. Hey baby, I guess you're sleeping, yet again, just calling cos I need to hear your voice and tell you how much I miss you and how I can't wait until tomorrow... Aaannd apparently I don't need to because you're stood right in front of me looking absolutely beautiful. I'm gonna hang up right now because I need to put the phone down and hold you. I love you Lora." He ends the call and throws his phone on the bed as he walks towards me. I couldn't trust myself to be quiet as he poured out his heart to my voicemail while I was stood feet away from him. He wraps his arms around me straight away, kissing me and backing me against the bathroom door, moaning as he picks me up and I wrap my legs around him. He unties the robe and groans. "Fuck Lora" he whispers. "That's kinda the plan, Ambrose" I say, raising an eyebrow. "Well" he says, smirking. "Why didn't you say so?" I smile and kiss him again as he carries me to the bed.