A/N Hey Guys! Sorry it took me so long to update but life has been really crazy! I promise I'll try to do better. I would love reviews so far I've gotten one and it literally made my day, more like my week. I need some help from you guys as to where you want to see this go? Do you like Jake? Should I even keep going? Any and all comments are appreciated!

A week later Dean was as confused as he was before; it seemed that Lucy was not outwardly upset about anything, but he still did not seem like he was making any progress with their relationship. Sure, she talked and seemed to get along with the people he worked with, but she never really had any one on one time with him and when they had time together it was short-lived and awkward. They were always surrounded by people. However, this he was determined to rectify as quickly as possible. Tonight they were heading home, to his house that is, in Las Vegas. He stood in the parking lot patiently waiting as she hugged Nikki and Brie one more time. "Nikki, keep me updated on what happens when you finally talk to John. I know it's not going to be as bad as you seem to think. Brie, send me pictures of your puppy as soon as possible. I can't wait to finally see what the little darling looks like!" After receiving assurances from both women Lucy finally turned and looked at Dean. "I'm ready. But where do you go on your days off?" Dean smiled and handed her the ticket, "Las Vegas. I live in Las Vegas. Our flight leaves in a few hours." Lucy was nodded before putting her bags into the car. "Is there any way we can eat before we get on the plane? I don't even care if it's at the airport I just feel like I'm going to pass out." Dean smiled, "I know that feeling, I used to get that way when I was in the Indys. The paychecks barely let us make it from one week to the next let alone from the beginning of the month to the other. There were times when I'd get in the ring and not have eaten for a day or two, and once I got out there I was running on adrenaline and nothing else. Once I got paid I'd immediately go to the first fast food joint I could find and I'd get the first thing on the menu and eat in about a minute flat." Lucy grimaced, "I hate feeling like that, and I mean I can't imagine how you did it. I'm pretty sure I'd be flat on my back passed out, if that ever happened. I remember when I was in college, I would eat ramen all the time just because it was cheap and I could buy a lot of it and it didn't cost a lot." They continued chatting all the way to the airport. Once they were inside and through security Lucy immediately began to peer around and look at the different restaurants. Dean grabbed her bag in one hand and her hand in the other, "Come on, I know a great little sub shop over here." After they ordered and ate Lucy quickly began fidgeting as they waited for their flight. "Hey, what's up? Did you not like the sub?" Dean was quickly reassured when she answered, "No, that's not it at all, you're right it's the best sub place in Nebraska, it's just, I'm nervous about this weekend I guess." Dean was confused, "What do you mean? We're going to Las Vegas, and we can do really anything you want. What's there to be nervous about?" Lucy tried to wave off the conversation, but Dean wasn't going to let it go. Finally after about 5 minutes she relented, "FINE! It's just, I don't know where I'm going to sleep. I've never really spent any time alone with any guy who wasn't Jake. I just, I don't know what to expect, I mean Brie and Nikki have told me about your reputation, and I'm just nervous." Dean lowered his head to the table when she mentioned his reputation, there was nothing he could do about that, but he did want to put her mind at ease. "Honey, we're not going to do anything that you don't want to do, as for where you'd sleep, I figured you could sleep in my bed and I could crash on the couch until we leave again. Now, as for Brie and Nikki, I'm sure that most of what they told you is completely over exaggerated. This weekend, let's just take the time to get to know each other again and just have fun." Lucy nodded feeling just a little bit better than she did before.

The next morning Lucy woke up and was momentarily confused as to where she was; then she remembered, she was in Dean's bed. She looked at the clock and was jumped up, it was nearly noon! She couldn't remember the last time she had spent that much time sleeping. Grabbing a shirt off his dresser she headed down to the kitchen to start some coffee and make breakfast. As she tiptoed down the hallway so as to not wake Dean, she saw him sleeping on the couch, one that he was clearly too big for. Chuckling, she entered the kitchen and after starting the coffee she began searching through the cabinets for something to eat.

Dean slowly woke up out of a great dream to the smell of coffee, bacon, eggs, and pancakes. He looked at the clock then groaned. It was only noon. They had gotten in last night about 2:30 am and by the time they wound down and went to bed it was closer to 5:00. What the hell was she doing up so early? Dean walked into the kitchen and leaned against the counter. He watched as Lucy took the pancakes off the griddle and slid them on to a plate. "You make that shirt look a hell of a lot better than I ever did." Lucy spun around wielding the spatula like a knife. "Dean! You scared the hell out of me! When did you wake up?" He smiled, "Honey with you cooking that much food, one of the delicious scents was bound to do the trick if the coffee didn't. Now is there anything I can do to help? Dean immediately began to set the table as she asked and after that he carried over the pancakes and bacon while she carried the eggs.

Dean laid his hands on his stomach unable to believe he ate that much breakfast. "I really don't think I'm ever going to move again. You are a really great cook. It's the best breakfast I've had in a long time." Lucy tried to hide her excitement at his words; she was surprised at just how much it meant to hear him say that. "I learned to cook for my dad; Mom didn't really like to all that much so I learned from our cook. On his birthday I would make him breakfast in bed, and progressively the breakfasts got better and there was less food on the plate." Dean just stared, "you had a cook growing up? I was lucky if I had food on the table. My parents weren't around much, hell my dad bailed when I was 4 or 5 and Mom just fell into the bottle. I had to grow up on the streets pretty much." Lucy just stared at Dean, "I can't imagine my parents not being around. Yes, they were both incredibly busy but I always knew that they were there for me. They came to every school function, all the plays I was in, all my dance recitals, everything." Dean could feel himself being dragged into a past that he would rather forget so he sat forward and immediately turned the conversation to their plans for the day.

Two days later Lucy was packing for another stretch on the road. Over the past few days she and Dean had grown closer, when they did talk, but at the same time she felt like she was being disloyal to Jake. Sure, she hadn't told him she would marry him, and she never even really dated him. It's just that she felt like the marriage was expected, and like everyone was waiting for the announcement. Hell, she was married now and she wasn't even sure that she wanted to be, let alone if she wanted to go from one marriage straight into another one. Sure, Dean was a nice guy once you got to know him but at the same time she didn't think she could make it work. It would be really hard to travel all the time and besides for all she knew he was just acting like a nice guy to get her to stay around before he turned into an asshole. Lucy looked at her bags, she was all ready to go she just needed to get all the work she had done this weekend ready to be faxed to the office and then she could head out. Work was the only thing that could keep her mind off her present situation. "Hey Lucy, are you ready to go? We can drive to the arena tonight and then fly out in the morning." She nodded then said, "I need to make sure these papers get faxed before we can leave. But other than that, yeah I'm ready." Dean nodded grabbed her stuff and headed out to the car. Lucy went to follow when her phone rang from inside her pocket, looking down at the number she groaned, not wanting to answer it. Weighing her options she plopped down on the couch and answered the phone. "Hey Dad what's up?" A booming voice rang out causing her to yank the phone away from her ear, "Why did I have to hear from Jake that you're married and traveling with the man? Lucy, he could be a serial killer! Why didn't you come to me? You know I could have taken care of it!" Lucy rested her forehead in her hand. "Daddy, calm down, I am taking care of the situation myself. You always wanted me to be independent, so that's what I'm doing. I've had him thoroughly investigated, background checks all of it, and he's not a serial killer." He saw right through her words, "Lucy, we both know that you only call me Daddy when you're trying to get me to do something your way. I'll let it be for now, but I want you to call me at minimum of once a week until this is over. Also, your mother and I want you to visit as soon as possible. We don't see you nearly enough." Lucy smiled at his words, she knew that what he meant by "come visit" was come so we can check on you and make sure you're okay. She also knew she'd be expected to bring Dean or her father would find a reason to come visit them while on the road. While she briefly entertained how amusing it would be for those two to butt heads she quickly ruled it out. She knew that backstage at an arena would not be the best place for her father to meet him. She quickly reassured herself that her concern wasn't based in what her family thought of Dean and their overall opinion of him, but rather than she knew her father would be furious that she was hanging out in what he was sure to think of as an unsafe environment for his baby girl. After saying goodbyes to her father Lucy silently estimated that it would take about an hour before her dad had every bit of information that was ever available on Dean Ambrose.