Sorry this is kind of bad, just trying to get back in the swing of things. CM Punk or UFC owns Phil Brooks, WWE owns itself, the New York Rangers own themselves and Derick Brassard, I own Jessica. Enjoy!

Jessica sighed as she turned her key and opened the door to her lavish New York City apartment. She remembers when she spent far and few days in between here and yet for the past year, she's come home to it every night.

She thought this is what she wanted. Normalcy.

Well, she was still a little far from normalcy. Not many people would define a lavish Park Avenue apartment, people stopping you everywhere for pictures and autographs, and a boyfriend who plays for the New York Rangers normal.

While being on the road she didn't mind all that came with being a diva. She loved it, she flaunted it to everyone. Yes she was gorgeous, yes she was rich, and yes she was famous, who wouldn't take it for all it was worth? But she walked away from it all, all because of one man. No, it wasn't because dating Derick Brassard was hard when she was away, he came after.

It's because once upon a time she had the best in the world standing by her side…or so she thought.

Phil was her everything. They spent every moment together, barely fought, and had amazing sex. In her eyes they were talking the world together and there was nothing that could stop them…until one day he didn't show up, never stopped by the locker room for a good luck kiss, and when she returned to the hotel room he was gone.

He never answered her calls or texts and she never heard anything from him…just from the mouths of others.

She went to Paul looking for answers, closure, and pure help. She was lost without him, her in ring performance suffered, she stayed up all night crying…she just couldn't wrap her head around what happened and why he left everything including her. Just when she believed it couldn't get any worse…it got 100 times worse.

She was sitting in catering when her former tag team partner came bounding in waving her left hand in the air, something flashing from her finger. She didn't know AJ was dating anyone. Then her phone vibrated a google alert set for Phil popping up.

"Former WWE Superstar CM Punk proposes to current Diva's Champion AJ Lee."

Vomit followed immediately after.

A few weeks after that, she was standing across the ring from that very woman at Wrestlemania for the title. The match was good, strong and emotional and when she got that 1, 2, 3 from the ref, the fans exploded as she was handed the title. She held it over her head tears pouring from her eyes.

Not because she was happy, but because even after achieving her most coveted goal she felt empty.

So she went to Vince directly after cried her eyes out to him, received a hug, handed over the title and walked away from her dreams…just like Phil did.

She went home, relaxed a few days, and then did exactly what Phil did…take in a hockey game. That's where she met Derick.

She was sitting behind the Ranger bench when he came in for a line change. They locked eyes and he smiled, soon after a security guard came to her with a pass to the locker room when Derick was waiting for her. He invited her out for an after game drink and they had been seeing each other ever since. He made her happy and he definitely took her mind off Phil. The soft spoken Canadian brought her back to life. The only times her mind drifted to Phil was when Derick had an away game…like tonight.

Granted Philly wasn't far, he'd still be back tomorrow afternoon, his childhood best friend, Claude Giroux, was captain of the Fliers and he knew they'd probably go out tonight. She sighed as she turned off Rangers post game, they had won and Derick had a goal and an assist. She texted him that he had done a fantastic job and was so proud and of course…that she loved him.

She walked into her bedroom and put on a large shirt and climbed into bed, Derick texted her once telling her he loved her and goodnight and she laid there waiting for sleep. Hours passed and just when she was finally about to slip into sleep there was frantic knocking.

She sat up wondering if she was just hearing things, but the knocking started again and didn't stop. She got up thinking maybe it was Derick, who decided to come just to sleep next to her. Peering through the peep hole she froze before throwing the door open.

"Phil…" she let out softly.

There stood Phil Brooks, with puffy red tear filled eyes.

"Jessica…" he said. They stood there for a moment before she moved aside and he walked in.

"Why are you here Phil?" she asked.

"Jessica I made a mistake." He said.

"You are not doing this." She said, her voice already wavering.

"Hear me out please." He begged.

"I have someone else, he makes me happy."

"Please, he's French Canadian! He's just as much a girl as you are!"

"Don't talk about him like that! You married a child!" she fought back.

"I won't be married to her much longer, she's pregnant." He told her.

"So you're abandoning a pregnant woman, leaving her with your child. You're not much different than your father Phil." She spat.

"It's not mine." He said softly. They stood there in silence for what felt like forever.

"How do you know?" she asked.

"Because I can't even remember the last time we had sex." He said softly. The sat in more silence, this one even more uncomfortable than the last, before Jessica's face turned sour.

"So you expect me to take you back because the woman you left me for cheated on you?" she asked angrily, "You make me sick."

"I highly doubt that." He said.

"You don't know me anymore." She said backing farther into her apartment.

"I'll prove it." And with that he grabbed her forcefully and pressed his lips on hers. Tears immediately came down her face as her emotions conflicted inside her.

She cried because he was back.

She cried because of Derick.

She cried because she was his second choice.

She cried because it was wrong.

But mostly, she cried because she loves him.

"See." He said when they pulled apart, "Tell me that meant nothing to you." He commanded, tears down his cheeks too. She opened her mouth to speak when the door opened.

"Jessie baby, I'm back." Jessica peered over Phil's shoulder to see Derick, bags in hand and a bewildered look on his face. "Who is this?" he asked, his accent slightly appearing. She sniffled frantically wiping her cheeks as he walked over.

"Derick this is Phil, we used to work together." She told him. Derick shook Phil's hand before speaking again.

"Is everything okay here?" he asked staring at Phil with an uneasy expression.

"Yeah, Phil's wife just cheated on him so he's going to stay on our couch tonight." She told him slipping her hand into his. "I'm just happy you came home." She said, still looking at Phil, before leading Derick into the bedroom.