"Leave them" he growls as we pull up outside the apartment. I drop my hands to my sides, avoiding touching the bags that he's so adamant I leave behind. I nod and follow him out of the truck, taking the hand that he offers me. "Let's go home" he whispers, picking me up as he slams the truck door closed. I wrap my legs around him as he carries me up the stairs. "I hope you realise" he mumbles as he fumbles with the keys. "We ain't making the bedroom doll." "That's ok" I whisper back. "We didn't make the apartment the first time!" He chuckles as he finally manages to opens the door. He kicks it closed as soon as we're inside, turning around and pinning me up against it, kissing me as he locks the door. "Now" he groans. "Where were we?"
"Well" he pants. "As much fun as that was, I can't wait for round three in bed!" I squeal as he picks me up and runs into the bedroom. "Jon" I say suddenly. He lays me on the bed and lies beside me before answering. "Yeah?" he whispers, running his fingers up my stomach distractedly. "No Jon" I whisper, moving his hand. He frowns but looks at me. "What's wrong?" he asks. I shake my head. "Nothing" I say. "Well, something. I, uh, don't know how to say this, but, well, ah fuck. I don't want to wrestle anymore. Ever." He looks at me, mouth opening and closing. "Uh, shit Lor" he says, standing up. "This is big, this is huge, this is..." "About to get bigger" I say, sitting up and looking at him. "These past few months, they've made me think about things differently, about what I want..." "You want a divorce?" he asks, sitting next to me. "I'm warning you now I'll fight it all the way Lor." I shake my head. "Dammit Jon would you just let me finish?" I ask, holding his hand. He pulls his hand away, looking at me. "Let you finish what Lor?" he spits. "Finish ripping my heart out? Finish calling time on our marriage?" "Finish telling you I want a baby" I whisper. "Now. I want to start trying now." "Woah!" he says standing up again and running his hands through his hair. "Holy fucking curveball batman!" "Say something?" I whisper. He looks at me, sitting next to me slowly. "What are we waiting for?' he grins, pinning me on the bed.
My phone ringing wakes us up later. "Hunter" I groan. "What is it?" "I just found your note in my pocket" he says. "Well, actually, Steph found it. What's going on, Lora?" I look at Jon quickly. "I can't do it Hunter" I say quietly. "I can't be at arenas. I can't wrestle. You already took the belt, that was understandable, I mean, I couldn't wrestle, but now, I don't want to. I know how to do this, if you'll give me the chance?" "We'll talk Monday" he says. "I'm not gonna pretend I'm happy about this, I mean, there's still a few months left on your contract..." "I'll see those months out Hunter" I say. "I'm not going to breach my contract. But wrestling isn't what I want to do. I'll get between the ropes for promos, but no more matches." "Monday, Lora" he says before ending the call. I put the phone on the nightstand and look at Jon. "I'm proud of you" he says, pulling me down to him. "Extremely proud. And now, now I'm going to feed you." I smile as he gets out of bed, grabs his boxers and heads for the kitchen while pulling them on.
He has his back to me when I walk into the kitchen. I creep up to him, kissing up his back as I wrap my arms around him. "Oh jeez Lor" he groans, shivering at my touch. I smirk but carry on kissing him as he turns around and wraps his arms around me. I wink at him before sinking to my knees, pulling his boxers down with my teeth. "W-what are you doing?" he stammers, hissing as I take him into my mouth. "Feasting on my husband" I say, looking up at him. He moans as I take him into my mouth again, closing his eyes and running his hands through me hair. "Jeez Lora" he moans, thrusting into my mouth. I smile and lick up the length of him as I watch his reaction. He pulls me up and kisses me hungrily, turning me around and lifting me up until I'm sat on the work top. "As nice as that was" he moans, watching my face as he slides into me. "We ain't making babies that way." I smile and wrap my legs around him. Damn, I love this man.
"Think i can actually feed you now?" he asks, hugging me as we lie on the sofa. I shake my head and he smiles. "Lora" he says sternly. "As fun as all this practise is, you do actually need to eat too, or you're not going to be well enough to carry our baby." Damn him. "What are you waiting for then wench?" I ask, smirking as he stands up. "Get in that kitchen! Chop chop!" I slap his bare ass as he turns his back on me. He spins around quickly, wagging his finger at me. "No slapping" he says. "That's a completely different episode of baby making that you need more energy for." "Get cooking then Ambrose" I whisper. "There's more where that came from." He winks and walks into the kitchen singing. Yeah, singing. True colors. Guess he was awake after all.