A/N: I don't usually stray from 1st person but this chapter will go into Jon's POV for a short while. Two new chapters today, woot woot! Reviews are always appreciated :)
Jon was a nervous wreck sitting next to me on the plane. His continuous knee bouncing was about to drive me up a wall. "Will you chill out?" I whisper, placing my hand on his thigh and giving it a reassuring squeeze.
"What if they hate me?" He questions.
"They're not going to hate you." I chuckle, shaking my head. "Just calm down and take a breath, you're making this a way bigger deal than it actually is." I say to him.
"How do you know?" He asks. "How can you be so sure. I'm not exactly the guy every mother hopes their daughter will bring home." He scoffs.
"You aren't giving yourself enough credit." i tell him, "Just be the sweet guy I know you are and they'll love you, plus you look great." I add. He was wearing a pair of loose fitting blue jeans and a black button up long sleeved shirt with a plain white tee shirt under it. Jon was at his most sexy when he was just simple, jeans and a white tee shirt just did it for me.
"I'm nervous." He says, very seriously when the plane has landed. He has a hold of my wrist, and his knuckles were turning white.
"I know. And you're hurting me." I tell him, looking down at my wrists that he almost immediately lets go of.
"I've never met anybody's parents before." He murmurs, standing up and grabbing the bag from the over head. I only roll my eyes and pull him off the plane behind me, my parents were standing in their normal spot by the escalators when we pass by security.
"Mom!" I grin excited, dropping my carry on and hugging her. I was a horrible momma's girl, never cared much for my dad though. Don't get me wrong, he was my dad and I loved him I just wasn't as tight with him as I was with my mom. "Hey Dad." I say, giving him a hug as well. "This is my boyfriend Jon, my mom Lori and my dad Paul." I introduce them.
"Nice to meet ya." Jon says to both of them, shaking my dad's hand. My mom though, pulls him in a gives him a hug taking Jon slightly off guard.
"We've heard so much about you!" She tells him, letting him go. "It's so nice to finally meet you." She adds. "Oh my gosh, did you bring a coat? It's mighty cold out there." She asks him, clearly concerned.
"Yes mom, they're in the bag." I assure her, pulling them out and handing Jon his.
"So Jon, what do you like to eat?" My mom asks him once we're in the car and headed towards home. "I made some home made caramel rolls for breakfast but Annabelle didn't really give me much to go on to feed you." She states.
"Mom, I said he wasn't a picky eater." I grumble from the back seat.
"Well, I'd like to know what he likes to eat not just what he'll eat because it's there." She rebuts, making me roll my eyes. "And don't roll your eyes at me." She says. My mother, she has eyes in the back of her head I swear on it.
"Honestly caramel rolls sound awesome." He chuckles. "I'll be honest, anything home made gets me excited." He tells her.
"What would you like for dinner?" She asks him.
"Uh..." He looks at me for an answer and I just shrug my shoulders like 'whatever you want.'
"Anything you want sweety." She reassure him.
"Spaghetti?" He replies, unsure.
"Ok spaghetti and what? We usually make peas and garlic bread with it, do you want that?"
"That sounds great." He nods.
"Paul we're going to have to go to the grocery store." My mom says to him. "Do you want us to drop you off at home first?" She asks to either of us.
"Yes please." I answer. A few minutes later we pull into the drive way and hop out of the car, grabbing the bags. "Oh hey puppies!" I exclaim when Redford and Emma greet us at the door.
"Wow, this is a cool house." Jon mumbles, giving Redford a scratch behind his ear and looking around at his surroundings.
"This is where I grew up." I shrug, heading up the stairs. He follows me up and I dump my bag on the floor of my old bedroom. "You seem more relaxed." I smile, sliding my hands over his hips and resting them there.
"It wasn't as bad as I thought." He admits. "Your mom is really nice." He adds.
"I wasn't lying when I told you there was nothing to be worried about." I sigh, lean up and kissing him. "It's a week of vacation. With home cooked meals." I add with a smile.
"I fuckin' love your ass." He chuckles.
"Don't use that word in front of my parents." I warn him, "My mom hates the word fuck, and cunt... You know what, how about we just don't swear at all for the next week unless it's just us." I chuckle.
"What? You don't think I can keep my mouth in check?" He asks innocently.
"We'll see." I grin.
***The day after Christmas***
"Lori can I help you with anything?" Jon asks, walking into the kitchen. He takes a spot behind me, his fingers running up my back and massaging my shoulders for a minute.
"No, no I'm alright. You sit down." She insists, "Do you want something to drink? Hot chocolate or cider?" She offers.
"No mam, thank you." He replies. "Are you sure? I feel like you've been slaving away over that stove for three days." He chuckles.
"I'm only a stove slave when that one comes home." She smirks, pointing at me. I only shrug and look at her like 'who me?' "You kids going to go do something today?" She asks curiously.
"Yeah we're going to go meet up with Nate in a bit." I tell her, scrolling though facebook on my phone. "Lunch."
"Didn't you just see Nate last week?" She questions.
"I can never get enough of Nate." I tell her, raising my eyebrows. She purses her lips but says nothing, only shakes her head. My mom loved Nate and for the longest time she wished he wasn't gay so that I could date him. Thankfully she gave that up a few years ago. "Come on." I say to Jon, grabbing my dad's honda keys. "See you later!" I tell her.
"Where you want to meet?" Text to Nate.
"Fuckin' freezing balls here." Jon mumbles, sliding into the passenger seat of the Civic. "How do you parents stay here?" He wonders.
"I'll never know." I tell them, "But lets be honest, Philly isn't a whole lot warmer."
"18th Amendment, half price burgers." Text from Nate.
"Ok about 10 minutes." Text to Nate.
"So what's for lunch?" Jon asks.
"Burgers." I answer, putting the car in drive and heading towards 41st street. Luckily it had stopped snowing earlier this morning and the salt trucks were out or the roads would be killer slippery. "We're with him." I say to the hostess, pointing to Nate who at a booth in the corner.
"Go ahead." She smiles at us. I watch her give Jon the once over before sending a flirtatious smile his way. He sees me notice, and slides a hand across my lower back starting us towards the booth.
"Let it go." He says softly.
"Why are bitches so rude?" I ask Nate, sliding into the booth and shrugging off my coat. Jon slides in next to me, chuckling and shaking his head. "I don't look at other bitches men." I scoff.
"Some bitch always gonna want what's yours." Nate states.
"Do you look at other girls when I ain't looking?" I ask Jon, narrowing my eyes at him. This was one of those questions that only had one answer.
"Hell no. That man only has eyes for you." Nate laughs, "Trust me, I know." He adds.
"You'd better." I mutter, leaning my body into his shoulder.
"Can I get you something to drink?" The waitress asks, walking up to our table. Her eyes run over Jon too and I can only laugh in astonishment.
"We'll have a couple cokes please." Jon tells her, reaching under the table and giving my thigh a squeeze.
"I'd like a sprite." Nate tells her. "Some thirsty chicks around here today." Nate laughs loudly.
"You belong to me, don't you?" I challenge Jon, who smirks at me. Unlike him, I wasn't known for having a possessive attitude.
"Yes, I do." He grins.
**Jon's POV**
I could only grin at her. She was so fucking cute when she got possessive like that. There was no doubt in my mind that this woman was put on Earth for me, and I'd be damned if anything or anyone took her from me.
"So how's her parents treating you?" Nate asks me. He wasn't really looking at me, more focused on cracking open the peanuts on the table and popping them in his mouth.
"They're alright man, nothing like mine." I shrug, pulling my cell phone out of my pocket. Must be Colby or Jon, I wasn't exactly a popular guy.
"Man I've got awesome news! You busy?" Text from Colby.
"I'm out to lunch with sweet pea and Nate. What's up?" Text to Colby.
"Is that Colby?" She asks curiously.
"Yeah." I answer.
"We just got stuff in the mail. They want you, me and Joe in FCW! Fuck yeah!" Text from Colby.
My jaw drops and my heart literally stops for a second, but I pull myself back together quick enough so no one notices. FCW? Florida Championship Wrestling? That's like, one step under the WWE!
"He's just seeing how everything is going here." I tell Annabelle.
"No fuckin way? When?" Text to Colby.
"Oh my god, talk about a burger." Nate chuckles as the waitress sets down our plates in front of us. They were huge 1/2 pound burgers, with a massive side of fries.
"No shit. Good lunch choice." My girl tells Nate with her nod of approval.
"They want us in a month. This is way awesome man!" Text from Colby.
"Yeah. Hey tell Kelly not to say anything to Annabelle, I want to be the one to tell her." Text to Colby.
"Sure thing man." Text from Colby.
With that I shoved my phone back into my pocket and focus on lunch.
"He misses you?" Annabelle teases me.
"Oh yeah." I say, as if it was completely obvious. "I'm a pretty missable guy ya know." I tell her with a wink.
"So charming." She grins, rolling her eyes at me.
"Only with you sweet pea." I assure her, tearing into my burger. "Time does out flight leave out tomorrow?" I ask her.
"Noon." She answers popping some fries into her mouth.
"Oh, I'm going to be so sad!" Nate whines. "You don't visit enough." He tells her.
"Nate, I shovel horse shit for a living." She chuckles, "I can't afford to buy more than three plane tickets a year."
"That'll all change when I get big in wrestling." I tell her, throwing my arm around her shoulder. "She's gonna be so fuckin' spoiled she won't know what to do." I say to Nate with a shit eating grin.
"Good. She deserves that." He replies to me.
"So sweet." She smiles at me. I watch her divert her attention to the other side of the restaurant, and follow them. A few college aged lookin' guys had just sat down at a table and were sending looks her way. I knew the looks, I'd used them before. Joe always called it the 'eye fuck'. "Jon..." She murmurs, seeing my face get red. "Who do I belong to?" She asks me, making me smirk and lean back in the booth.
"Hell no..." I mutter, shoving myself out of the booth.
"Jon!" I hear her say behind me, grasping at my sleeve but I pull it out of her hands. The guy at the table had just stuck his tongue between his two fingers, looking right at my woman. I wasn't about to let that fly.
"Oh shit." Nate says as I start across the room.
"What's your problem man?" I ask the guy, crossing my arms over my chest.
"No problem." He smirks, glancing at his buddies. "I was just hittin' on that pretty thing over there." He tells me, winking at Annabelle who was still sitting at the table. Honestly I was a little surprised she wasn't over here dragging me back to the booth.
"That 'pretty thing', is my girlfriend." I tell him through gritted teeth.
"She's hot man. Feel like sharing?" He asks, raising his eyebrows at me. I stare at him a moment, before grinning and extending my hand, like a peace offering. The blonde chuckles, looking pretty proud of himself before taking my hand.
"Buddy, I will ruin you life." I say to him, leaning down and saying it in his ear so only he can hear me. It was after that sentence that I began to put pressure on his hand, and leant back to enjoy the show. His facial expression went from calm and cocky, to 'uhm...', to oh shit, and slid right into holy-fuck-the-pain-is-awful before I let him go. "Have a good day man." I smile and nod, retreating back to the table.
"You're such an asshole." She laughs at me when I slid back into the booth. I grin and wag my eyebrows at her before cupping the back of her neck and pulling her in to kiss me.
"I'm only protecting what's mine." I tell her when we break apart.
"You're ridiculous." She tells me. "Lets go." She adds, giving me a push out of the booth.