A couple months later Kelly and I are in the kitchen, making lunch and a cooler to take down to the beach. Since we all had the day off we decided on a beach day.

"Kelly! You can't talk like that!" I laugh out loud.

"Whatever! It's not like you and Jon are subtle about what you're doing in the bedroom." She smirks back at me and I roll my eyes, a only slightly embarrassed grin across my face.

"Shut up..." I mumble shaking my head.

"You dug into her early huh?" Colby laughs walking into the kitchen with Jon behind him. Kelly nods at him, "Man, y'all were loud as hell last night. Some of us sleep in this house at night." He says narrowing his eyes at Jon who only shrugs.

"What? You're not getting any?" Jon teases his friend tossing an arm over my shoulder. Kelly scoffs at his comment and flips her blonde locks over her shoulder, glaring at Colby.

"So... When are we leaving for the beach?" Colby asks, changing the subject.

"Yeah, when are we leaving?" Jon asks.

"We'd have left sooner if you'd have helped us." Kelly scolds both of them. They had conveniently left when it came time to pack and get ready.

***...***...***

"Which lot?" I ask everyone. The beach we went to was called Playalinda, though now the political term I think was Canaveral Sea Shore. It had 13 parking lots down the strip, number 13 being the nude beach.

"We usually park in 10." Kelly answers.

"What's so special about ten?" Colby asks.

"That's just where we park." I shrug, "It's usually the one that has the least amount of people." I add. "Will you pull the cooler out the back?" I ask Jon, giving his ear lobe a tug.

"Yeah babe." He nods.

"Where are y'all goin'?" I ask Kelly and Colby. We'd just barely gotten settled on our own little stretch of beach and they were already up and walking off.

"We're going to walk down to pier one and back." Kelly answers.

"Then there was us." Jon murmurs laying back on the sheet and closing his eyes.

"Then there was us." I agree rolling onto my stomach and resting my head on a towel. "How was the gym this morning?" I ask him.

"The gym is the gym." He replies. "Nothing interesting happens there." He chuckles. "I wish you would have came though." He adds opening an eye at me. So the past couple months I'd been going along with him to the training center in Orlando and utilizing their gym equipment while he trained in the ring or whatever. Lately getting up at 6 or 7 am has been taking a toll on me, so I opted to sleep in this morning.

"I was tired." I mumble pouting my lip out.

"I know. That's why I let you stay." He smirks. "Do you want to go for a walk?" He asks after a few minutes.

"No." I basically scoff.

"Good. I don't either, but I offered because I'm a good fiance." He mutters and I laugh.

"God you're so romantic I just can hardly contain myself." I say sarcastically.

"It's a good thing you love me for who I am or I'd be fucked." He tells me.

"No kidding." I agree making him chuckle.

"That wasn't nice." He grins, putting his hands up behind his head.

"You said it." I shrug.

"You were supposed to tell me how much of a wonderful man I am, and junk like that." He replies.

"You are a wonderful man." I insist, followed by, "And junk like that." I laugh.

"So mean." He comments.

"Ugh, my back is burning hot." I grumble, rolling back over onto it.

"You wanna go get in the water?" He asks and I nod. "Yeah?"

"Yes." I agree, pushing myself up off the sheet we'd laid down earlier. "Come on..." I whine playfully, grabbing his hand and giving it a pull. "Jon!" I laugh when he yanked me down on top of him.

"I need motivation... To get up." He says, his eyes still closed. I laugh again and roll my eyes but lean down and press my lips to his cheek, and his jaw line and finally his lips giving the bottom one a soft nibble. "Mmm... That's good." He says. We lace finger and walk down to the water, wading in to about chest deep on him and I wrap my arms around his neck to hold me up.

"What was that new move you did last night? It was really cool." I say to him. His match last night against Joe was totally aweseome, they both did amazing. He was a little butt hurt that he had to lose but they were both at the top of their game and it was so much fun to watch.

"The flip off the top?" He questions and I nod. "It was a moonsault. Looked good?"

"It looked awesome, Mr. Ambrose." I reply honestly, teasing him a little at the end. I wasn't sure how the name Dean Ambrose came along, but I really liked it. I'll always love Jon Moxley the best though. He doesn't reply only grins at me and rests his forehead against my own. "The water is nice today." I murmur, playing with a strand of his wet hair.

"Mmhmm, it is." He agrees.

"How do you feel about getting our own house?" I ask him, chewing the inside of my lip.

"Really?" He asks.

"Well I mean we're getting married Jon..." I murmur. "We could stay with Kelly and Colby but like, I want to start my life with you. I want our own house." I tell him.

"So we'll get our own house." He smiles. "Before or after?" He asks.

"After... I'm about to get busy with this wedding planning stuff, you're already busy with wrestling. I don't think either of us can house shop right now, and lets be honest we don't have the money to do it yet." I sigh.

"We will." He assures me.

***...***...***

"Smells good in here." Jon says walking into the kitchen. I was making a chicken scampi, something my mom used to make when I was still living at home. It was one of my favorite recipes.

"Thank you." I smile, letting him kiss my cheek. "Are you hungry? It's almost done."

"Starving dollface." He nods, popping a couple grapes into his mouth.

"You look so fuckin sexy right now." I tell him, taking my lip between my teeth. I know I've said this before, but he looks his absolute best in a loose fitting pair of jeans and a white tshirt.

"God, you're not going to have sex on the counter are you?" Kelly rolls her eyes as she passes through the kitchen. "Bleach it when you're done!" She calls from the living room making both Jon and I chuckle. I huff some annoyance when I hear his phone buzz in his pocket.

"Hello?" Pause. "Yes sir, this is him." There was a long pause and Jon's face goes white, his eyes grew wider and I put a hand on his arm like it was going to catch him if he happened to fall over. "Is this for real?" Pause. "Yeah, I accept. Thank you sir, very much." Pause. "I can do that." Pause. "See you tomorrow, thank you again." And he hung up.

"What was that about?" I ask him.

"Annabelle..." He mumbles still in shock of the phone call.

"Jesus christ Jon, fucking tell me already." I exclaim with a grin.

"I just got pulled to the main roster in the WWE. I sign the contract tomorrow." He says in disbelief.

"That's great news!" I say, jumping up into his arms. His arms wrap around me, holding me up against him but he's still in shock. "Jon! You're in!" I say again cupping his face and kissing him. "You made it." I say softer.

"What's all that racket in there?" Kelly calls from the living room.

"I'm in." He repeats after me.

"Jon just got pulled into the main roster!" I reply to Kelly.

"Oh my god! That's awesome news!" She exclaims, walking into the kitchen with a huge smile.

"Holy fuck." He chuckles. It must have finally set it because his grip around me tightened and his face lit up, it made me super happy to him so happy.

Little did I know how much our lives were about to change...

A/N: I hadn't even thought about a sequel to this... But I had a reviewer suggest it and it sounded like a really good idea. It's a whole new can of worms and drama that I think would make a great story in itself. So no one panic! I WILL be continuing this story into the WWE, not sure what the title is yet but if you follow me on here you'll see it pop up in your email :)