Chapter 40

It turned out that being away for two weeks wasn't as bad as it was cracked up to be. Jetta ran into some old friends and caught up with them while going through her things. She had sold virtually everything that was in her closet, keeping a few things, but the rest of it was gone. Good. She would need the room for the rest of the things she was going to buy.

Jetta walked out of the airport, wearing a black skirt with a purple tank top, black shades over her eyes, two inch black knee high boots on her feet. She was so happy to be back and had the biggest smile on her face. Mark had told her to meet him at the arena as he had some business to take care of with Stephanie, apologizing up and down that he couldn't be there to get her from the airport. Jetta didn't mind and slid into the limo, rolling her eyes. Linda. Jetta shut the door after the driver placed her bags in the trunk and headed off to the arena.

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"So how much longer?" Glen asked, watching as Cayla bounced around with Daniel. "Don't give my son brain damage, woman."

"The fact that he is your son pretty much promises brain damage as a genetic condition." Mark snorted, leaning back on the bench, his head resting against the lockers behind him.

"Fuck you."

"Keep your mouth shut. This is my son too and I know how to take care of him." Cayla stated in a playful voice as she continued bouncing Daniel, sighing when he wouldn't stop fussing. "Jetta should be here any minute."

Cayla smiled at Mark, her eyes sparkling, still not believing what the man had done and felt tears well in her eyes at the mere thought. Jetta was indeed his soul mate in every way and they were two people who didn't need rings or pieces of paper. They just needed each other.

"Any minute..." Mark repeated with a nod of his head, getting up and began pacing, a smile on his face. He couldn't wait to see her.

"Man, calm down, she'll-" Glen snorted when Mark just flipped him off. "OH, how mature." He double flipped his friend.

"And there the pot goes calling the kettle black."

Jetta walked inside the arena and pushed her black shades up on top of her head, bag over her shoulder, looking better than ever. She suddenly broke out into a run, remembering the last time she had made this walk, and immediately headed to Mark's locker room. Within moments, she was standing in front of the door that read 'Undertaker' on it, taking a deep breath.

Two weeks without him, two weeks without his kisses and touches, Jetta's body was on fire just thinking about it and prayed to the heavens he missed her just as much. Of course with the million and one phone calls and text messages, she had a pretty good idea and grinned. Bringing her hand up, Jetta went to knock, but instead pushed the door open, seeing Glen, Cayla and Daniel there while Mark's back was turned to her.

"Jetta!" Glen swept her into a hug, making sure to crunch bones since Cayla was busy, smirking when his bossy wife told him to take the baby so she could get her a hug in as well.

Mark sank down into a metal folding chair, straddling it, his chin resting on the back, watching her with amused green eyes. Unlike their friends, he was patient and could wait.

"Aww Glenie you missed me that much?" Jetta giggled as she hugged him back, groaning when he set her down only to be clobbered by an even fiercer hug from Cayla. "Girl, can't breathe..." She gasped out playfully and smiled when Daniel began cooing at her. "There's my little man!" She immediately took him from Cayla and hugged him close before kissing his forehead. "Who is the most adorable baby in the world? You are. And who is the most badass baby in the world?" She rubbed her nose against his as Daniel giggled before finally kissing his cheek, handing him back to his mother. Finally, Jetta turned around to face Mark with such love shining in her eyes, having missed him more than words could say.

"I hope you missed me as much as you missed them." He teased, not moving from his spot on the chair, hearing Glen's soft chuckle and smirked. His eyes took her in hungrily. It seemed like a day had been a year, two weeks an eternity. "C'mere, darlin'." He murmured, slowly standing up and holding out a hand, watching her eyes roaming him, the smirk fading into a calm expression.

Tears glittered in her eyes as she took his hand and felt those arms completely engulf her, something she'd been waiting two long, grueling weeks for. She pulled back and brought his face down to hers, kissing him with all the fire, passion and love she could muster up, that she felt at that moment. Explosive wasn't the word as she felt Mark lift her up, her feet leaving the ground and wrapped her arms around his neck, refusing to let him go again.

"I love you." She whispered when they finally parted, staring deep into his green eyes and kissed him again before hugging him, her legs wrapped around his waist.

"You ought to..." Glen muttered from behind, frowning when Cayla smacked him. "What? He's been a pain in the ass!"

Ignoring his best friend, Mark feathered kisses on Jetta's face, his green eyes practically devouring her. "I love you too, darlin'." He murmured, pressing his forehead against hers. He loved her so much...he had done what she advised him not too. He'd gotten her name tattooed on his throat.

"Have you now?" Jetta giggled softly, not noticing the tattoo yet because her eyes were focused on his at the moment. "Well you'd better get used to me being around again because I'm not leaving you like that for a very long time."

She smiled when he breathed a sigh of relief, knowing he had missed her, and hugged him again as she buried her nose in his neck. Running her fingers through his hair, Jetta inhaled his scent. She rarely slept while away from him, figuring that out very quickly.

"God...I don't know, having you up my ass all the time..." Mark drawled teasingly, pulling her back to study her thoughtfully. That and, as much as he loved her, she was irritating the tattoo. "I suppose I can live with that. I missed you too, Jetta." He whispered, no longer teasing her. "Next time, maybe...a day away, no longer. I can't sleep alone anymore, you've ruined me." He rubbed his nose against hers. "But in a good way."

"I..." Her words died as she finally looked away from his eyes to his neck, feeling her heartbeat pick up, those tears slowly sliding down her cheeks.

On his throat was her name, seeing it for the first time. JETTA was splayed in a beautiful lettering that she couldn't even comprehend at the moment, the colors a mixture of green and purple outlined in black. It was truly the most beautiful tattoo she'd ever seen in her life. There were no words, nothing she could say to express what she was feeling at the moment. Mark had branded himself with her name, proving to her how much he truly loved her. Jetta did the only thing she could think of and cupped his face before kissing him again, this time softly and tenderly as the tears flowed.

Glen frowned, watching as Cayla raised the camera she had begun toting everywhere for her photo albums, and shook his head. "Nuh uh."

"This is a beautiful moment!" She hissed, but lowered it for the time being.

Beautiful moment did not do justice. This was the perfect moment, one of those times when Mark wished he could hit the pause button and let it last forever. "That mean you approve?" He rumbled.

"Yes..." She whispered, not trusting her voice at the moment for fear of it cracking, the biggest smile on her face. "I have something to show you."

She took a deep breath and turned around, lifting her tank top up and over her head before tossing it on the couch. She moved her blonde hair from her back, the messy bun having come out, and closed her eyes as his fingers brushed over her new tattoo. Right below her neck, the shoulders meeting, was his name in green gothic lettering outlined in purple with a tinge of black to it.

"I guess we had the same idea in mind." She whispered, wiping her tears away, knowing this was the ultimate way to prove they belonged together and loved each other unconditionally.

"Hell darlin, we even had the same colors..." Mark murmured, reaching out to trace the lettering, his finger not quite touching the delicate skin, blinking away the sudden wetness that had formed in his eyes.

"NOW you can take a picture."

"I know." She whispered, slowly turning around to face him, and seen the tears in his eyes.

She hadn't realized just how much she loved him until she went away for those two weeks. They were like the end of the world for her, but she kept it alive along with the hope. Now she had no more doubts in her mind how he felt. It was permanently seared in his skin, right on his throat, for the whole world to see. She felt her heart nearly stop at that thought, knowing his tights wouldn't hide it and reached her hand up to very gingerly run her fingers across it.

"I love you." She said in a shaky voice, not able to take her eyes from the beautiful tattoo that represented her.

"I love you too."

"He must, there was nothing even remotely sexual about it apparently." Glen snorted, snatching the camera, and began taking pictures.

"You mind taking a hike? We're trying to have a private moment here."

It didn't bother Jetta as she took his hand and guided him to the couch, sitting him down and straddled his lap before kissing him again, smiling as his arms encircled her again.

Cayla took that moment to vacate with her family, a bright smile on her face, wiping tears away. "Come on, they haven't been alone in two weeks." She whispered, the door closing behind them, still not believing Jetta had branded herself.

If getting his name seared into her skin didn't prove she loved him and only him then Jetta didn't know what else to do.

Mark pulled Jetta against him tightly, resting his head on top of hers. "So darlin', fill me in, how was the time off?" If this reception was any indication, then she had been just as miserable as he had been. Though he'd had the distraction of work to take his mind off of her, complete with exhaustion that didn't ease the sudden bout of insomnia he had found himself cursed with.

"It was okay I guess. Ran into Brett and asked him to do my tattoo. I told him about us and everything that happened. He's really happy for us and wants us to come to Sturgis again." She pulled back to stare into his eyes, kissing him again, not caring that she was in a dark blue bra at the moment. She wanted to feel him against her, pressing her forehead to his. "I didn't sleep well without you either." She whispered, raining tender kisses all over his face and pressed one against her name, her tattoo, her heart exploding with love and happiness just at the sight of it.

"Mmmm Sturgis..." Mark practically purred, his green eyes lighting up at the mere thought. "I think we should go." He said, catching her face in his massive hands, and pressed his lips to hers. "What made you decide to get my name-" He almost choked up on the words, not able to stop himself. "On you?"

"To prove to you that I want you and only you forever, to show the world that I belong to one man and that's you. To prove how much I truly love you." Her hands splayed on his chest, knowing he'd been having doubts lately with the Randy situation, and knew this was the ultimate testament to convince him that she was in this for the long haul. "I told you that being branded would be better than any ring or piece of paper. I want you, Mark." She ran a thumb across his soft red lips and smiled, kissing his lips again and moaned softly when he deepened it slightly, snuggling against him. "I'm where I belong and I have no regrets about being branded."

"Good." Laser surgery didn't come cheap and that tattoo of his name looked too damn good on her. Smirking somewhat, Mark gently guided Jetta to her feet, standing up behind her and studied it all over again. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he bent down to gently brush his lips against the lettering. "Mine." He murmured, kissing his way up the back of her neck.

"Mark..." She whispered, leaning against him as his arms encircled her waist, preventing her from falling.

His lips were lighting that tattoo on fire along with her neck, her eyes drifting shut. Two weeks without him had been excruciating and she craved to feel him inside of her, to be with him. She shivered when he unclasped her bra, his strong hand moving down her spine while his tongue traced the tattoo of his name, knowing he loved it more than anything in the world. Her body was incredibly sensitive and if he kept this up she was going to attack him.

"Jets is back?" Came John's annoying voice from outside the room.

"Open that door Cena and I will personally kill you with a toothpick."

"Is that possible?"

"Open the door and try me."

John hesitated and walked away.

Jetta giggled, feeling Mark growl and slowly extracted herself from his arms, turning around to stare into his green eyes. "You have a match tonight." It wasn't a question as he grumbled, smirking and clipped her bra back in place before pulling the tank top on, sighing when he stopped her. "Trust me." She whispered, keeping her hair over her shoulder, and pulled the material over. The tattoo was uncovered, though she would probably have to figure out a way to keep her hair from it. That was going to be a challenge as she pressed her hand against his chest, gripping the material in her hand, and pulled him against her. "I'm here now and I'm not going anywhere."

"Damn..." Mark grumbled, standing up and raking a hand through his hair, a glance at the clock told him he needed to get around. "So when are you officially coming back to work?" He asked, needing to distract himself as he grabbed his duffel bag, rifling through it. Oh man, cold shower coming up. Though, he smiled, just picturing that tattoo in his mind.

"Judgment Day." She answered, smiling when he grunted and walked over to kiss him again, stroking his cheek with the back of her hand, running her fingertips gently against his neck. "Go on and get around. I'm going to find John."

She pressed her finger to his lips and kissed him again before walking out of his dressing room, knowing he was worried about her. He had no reason to be. Her and Randy had come to terms on what happened and it was time to move on. Granted, she knew Mark was going to hurt the guy, but at least he wasn't going to murder him.