Set back in September for Night of Champions so that the healing process can be almost finished by Christmas.

I'm so sorry for any typos! I didn't read over it because I'm tired. I wanted to make a Christmas chapter since it's December but I got carried away with other stuff so it's not really Christmas-y. I didn't want to do smut in this one since I had it in both of the other chapters.

Also sorry if it doesn't make sense or blend well, I wrote this over a course of like a month.

"Jon, you really don't want to meet my family." I groaned as I lay on my side next to Jon. We were in my hometown of Chicago today for RAW and Jon was persistent on getting me to agree to let him meet my family.

"Why not?" He asked, he sat up on his elbow and looked at me. It was early in the morning and we hadn't gotten out of bed yet. Being in my own bed was nice and I was glad that I decided to get a queen size instead of just taking my twin from home because I didn't expect to be sharing it.

"Because they're judgmental assholes who will be nice to your face but will talk so much shit behind your back, babe, I don't want you to be talked bad about by them." I sighed. Jon placed his hand on my cheek and kissed me.

"Baby, I don't care what your family thinks of me, if they hate me then so what, I still have you and if they like me, well then good. But we'll never know if we don't try," He smiled. I rolled my eyes.

"Ugh, fine," I gave in. Jon smiled wider and kissed me. My hand moved into his hair and he turned me over, climbing on top of me.

"Mm, baby, we need to go." I moaned into the kiss. Jon pecked my lips,

"I love you," He pecked them again and again with an "I love you" in between each one. I giggled and pushed him off of me.

"Go get dressed," I smiled. Jon grinned and kissed my cheek before jumping off the bed. I watched him bend over his bag with his back toward me. He was still naked from the night before and I took in the sight of his bare skin in the sunlight. He turned and looked at me with a raised eyebrow,

"Like something you see?" He grinned. I bit my lip as my eyes trailed all over his fit body.

"Just the sight of perfection, no big deal," I smiled and stood up. I wore his shirt to bed because I never liked sleeping completely naked, even if it was just after sex with the man of my dreams. I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his waist.

"Do you want some coffee?" I asked into his chest. He kissed the top of my head,

"Sure, I'm going to take a shower real quick, I'll be out soon. Unless you want to join me," Jon winked.

"I'll be in the kitchen if you need me," I smiled and walked away.

I sat in the kitchen as I waited for the machine to make each cup of coffee. I sighed contently as the sun beamed through the window. I loved my big city condo. After I got signed to WWE I was able to afford to live in a nicer neighborhood. The house was nice and open; the living room came right off the kitchen with wooden floors and a wall of windows. The kitchen counters were dark granite, the cabinets were all a reddish brown wood as well as the front of the refrigerator, and I had dark red leather couches in front of a large flat screen TV. The bedroom also had a wall solely of windows; my bed was in the middle against a wall facing the large walk in closet with glass doors. Another door led into the master bathroom with a single shower and a separate bathtub next to it. The walls were a shimmery blue tile and the floor sand colored. It had a double sink and fancy light above the bath. My office was just down the hall with another two walls of windows and a wooden desk, there was a loveseat against one wall and a door leading to a second bathroom. Next to the office was a guest bedroom with its own bathroom. Through the living room was a way out onto a balcony overlooking the city.

Despite the constant sounds of cars and people that would bother anyone else, it was peaceful to me. I was never able to feel completely at ease in the silence of a secluded home, I needed the sounds of a city. The sound of footsteps shook me from my thoughts as Jon entered the room. I looked up at him, his hair was wet and messy over his face and he only wore a pair of shorts. I smiled and stood up from my seat to grab his coffee.

"Thanks baby," he said as I handed the mug to him. We sat at the island together,

"So, I could call my parents and ask them if they want to go out for lunch, but then the rest of my family will want to meet you too. My parents aren't the problem, they're great, it's everyone else who's just-" I sighed. I slowly stirred cream into my coffee. Jon reached over and grabbed my hand, holding it.

"Whatever's fine with you, Gwen. I don't what you to be stressed out about this, okay?" Jon smiled lovingly. I leaned over and kissed him.

"How'd I get so lucky?" I whispered. He just smiled. We finished our drinks and I called my dad.

"Hey papà," I greeted him over the phone. Jon came up beside me with his ear to the phone. I pushed him away smiling but he kept trying to listen in.

"Hey, il mio piccolo bambino! It's been awhile since you called me, how have you been Shorty?" My dad, Martin, beamed on the other line. Jon snickered, whispering "Shorty", I rolled my eyes and tried to walk away.

"I know papà, I'm sorry I've been really busy. I'm doing great, I'm not sure if I'm prepared for my championship match yet. It's only a week away now," I laughed nervously. Despite the fact I wasn't too fond of the Divas Championship, I was still nervous because it was my first title shot in WWE.

"Oh no no, non ti preoccupare! You're going to do great, shortcake, don't worry about it. Your mother and I will be there with your brother cheering you on." I smiled. Knowing that I was able to fly my family out was amazing. Of all the nights I wanted them to be there live, this was the most important.

"Thanks papà. So I was calling to see if you and mamma wanted to grab lunch today, I have someone here that I want you guys to meet." I wasn't too sure how this was going to go because I knew my mom hated going out, especially with some stranger.

"Is it that Dean Ambrose guy? I heard that you made an appearance on Total Divas so I watched that episode," I groaned. The Bella Twins talked to me about my sex life right on TV and now knowing that my dad had seen it, I wanted to jump off of a bridge.

"Don't worry, you're a grown ass woman, who- excuse me, what you do is your business." My dad laughed. My face was on fire.

"Papà!" Jon was almost on the floor laughing. I glared at him but he continued on.

"Do you want to get lunch?" I asked again, trying to get off the subject of my sex life.

"Sure, shorty, I'll tell your mother and we'll meet up at The Purple Pig." We agreed on a time and hung up. I put my phone down on the counter and looked back at Jon. We stood in silence for a moment, I waited for him to say something and he held back jokes. Once I turned to walk away I heard him snicker.

"Shorty." Jon said under his breath. I whipped around and glared at him. He backed away before sprinting for the bedroom. I chased after him and tackled him onto the bed. I pinned his arms down as I sat on his stomach.

"I like when you dominate me like this baby," he winked.

"You're disgusting." I laughed and climbed off of him.

"You love it," Jon smacked my ass. I shot him a look before heading to get dressed.

"Mamma! Papà!" I greeted my parents. Jon stood quietly behind me, suddenly nervous.

"This is Jon, or Dean as you'll know him." Jon smiled invitingly, which I could tell eased my mom's mind.

"How formal do I have to be?" He joked lightly.

"Oh, just call me Elaine." My mom smiled. Jon shook her hand then my dad's. I saw my mom secretly scan over him, Jon was dressed nice in some black jeans and a casual button up shirt. Nothing too fancy but not too down; this relaxed her, seeing that he wasn't trying too hard and he wasn't a mess.

"Sorry I'm late." I felt the deepest sigh accidentally escape my lips and my eyes instinctively rolled into the back of my head at the sound of my brother's voice.

"Rian." I breathed deeply.

"Rambo."

"Assbutt."

"Butt weed."

"Sasquatch."

"Hobbit."

"Ent."

"Gollum!"

"Uruk-hai!"

"Enough." My mom hissed. I looked at her and straightened out my shoulders. My brother and I did get along, we just insulted each other most of the time. Maybe more than normal siblings, but in the same manner.

"Jon, this is my," I rolled my eyes like Tony Stark in The Avengers when Captain America said that he understood that reference, "older brother, Rian."

"You really are dating Dean Ambrose, huh."

"Of course, what the fuck did you think?"

"It was your imagination again. Like weren't you hot on CM Punk like two years ago?"

"Oh mio dio! Giuro su Dio, se non chiudi quella cazzo di bocca-"

(Oh my god! I swear to god, if you don't shut the fuck up)

"Entrambi si esce prima vado a casa e ottenere la mia scarpa casa, che agisce come un paio di dio sciocchi dannati."

(Both of you quit it before I go home and get my house shoe, acting like a couple of god damned fools)

My mom said in a hushed tone, which was even more intimidating than yelling. My brother and I both shut up and we went to our table. Jon just laughed at us yelling at each other in Italian.

We ordered our food and my parents badgered Jon with questions that would be mistaken as casual small talk to anyone else, but I knew that when they asked a question like, what his other interests were, they were asking if he had any plans for after wrestling to support me. My mom didn't want me having a dead beat boyfriend, someone who couldn't support himself. So she fished for answers, most of which she liked. She was actually pleased with him; which was unusual for her.

Finally, lunch was over and it actually went okay, great to be honest. We parted our ways and I drove back home.

"Your family is actually nice, Gwen."

"Yeah, they're okay." I smiled. I pulled up into the parking garage and we got out.

"I do have one question though," Jon paused, stopping me in front of the car.

"What's that?"

"At lunch, when your dad was talking about how it's great that you have me in your life now and you're not hanging around bullshit people anymore, what did he mean by that?" I sighed as my head sunk down. I was hoping he didn't catch that. I rested against the hood of the car.

"I was hoping you didn't catch that."

"Why? What did he mean by bullshit people?" Jon questioned. That was a question I never wanted to be asked. I would have been fine not telling Jon about my past, but I couldn't lie to him now that he asked.

"When I was a teenager, I was just mixed up in some shit, it's no big deal really." I tried to play it off cool, but I'm pretty sure the look on my face told a different story.

"What kind of shit?" Jon got more serious, curiosity got the better of him.

"Like, shit. I don't know." Jon just stared at me until I answered properly. "I went to juvie okay? My ex, Elliot was this, I don't know, gang member I guess. I didn't know at the time, he didn't seem like the type. I started dated him secretly when I was 14, my mom would have kicked my ass if she knew I was dating anyone. When I was about 16 I found out that he was running drugs with his friends Marcus and KC. I heard from the grapevine that he was saying that I was "his bitch" so I confronted him about it, my mom didn't raise no damn punk let me tell you. So when I got in his face, he slapped me, saying that no woman talks to him like that. Naturally I fought back, but so did he. I only stopped fighting when he pulled out a gun." I started to choke up. I was a tough ass bitch but everyone's scared of something, especially being held at gun point. It wasn't a pleasant memory to recall. Jon's eyes got wide as I told the story, suddenly feeling apologetic.

"As I said, my mom didn't raise a fool. I knew when to stop fighting. But I never stopped plotting. He would make me sell his drugs, shoplift for him, he even tried to pimp me out. The first time he told me to work the streets for money, I did; I knew that the cops made regular rounds around that block so I jumped on the opportunity. I went out there, looked sexy and got picked up by this middle aged man. I knew immediately that he was a cop. That's why I chose him. Other guys kept trying to call me over but I knew better. The guys out there, all bad language, bad haircuts and hygiene but this guy was clean cut, fit, he tried to use the same language as them but just the way his voice sounded. It was too formal, too nice. I could tell. So I got in the car and he drove me to the police station. I didn't argue and I cooperated fully. They knew that I wasn't out there willingly, and I told them everything. I wasn't about to lie to the police. I told them about the drugs, the stealing, I gave them names, numbers and addresses and proof of everything. Even though I told them everything I was still charged and sent to juvie. I got out when I was 18. My lawyer had pulled some strings, knowing that a record like that would land me on my ass trying to get employed so she got my record wiped clean. There's no proof other than the word of witnesses, that that ever happened."

"Gwen, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up." Jon tried to apologize but I shook my head.

"No, you deserved to know. I should've told you before. I just didn't want it to be relevant in my life anymore." I shrugged my shoulders and looked down. Jon's lips were instantly on mine.

"I love you," he whispered against my lips. I smiled and kissed him back.

"Let's get inside," I hooked my arm around his and we went up to my apartment.

~One week later~

I sat in my car, tapping the steering wheel repeatedly. I was already in my ring gear, a black vest, shorts and boots. My hair was up in curlers and I was actually wearing more make up than usual. Just a bit of eye shadow and lip stain since tonight was my first title shot. I was nervous to be completely honest, so much so that I was sick to my stomach. It was that terrible hungry feeling where you're too hungry to eat but you're hungry. My heart felt like it was skipping beats and I felt out of breath. Tonight was the biggest night of my life, my first shot at the diva's championship. If I didn't win, then everything I've done, how I've built myself up to be this badass, untouchable diva, went down the toilet. But if I did win, there was all the pressure of being a good champion and I would be busier. I wanted to win that title, to prove to everyone that I could do it, that all the silly dreams of becoming a professional wrestler and being successful were possible. I needed to win that championship. But I was too afraid to lose.

I was about to drive off, go back to the hotel, go back home, quit this 'bullshit of a dream' and live a mediocre life like everyone else in my family. The car was on, my bags in the trunk, all I had to do was put it in drive and leave. I started to get shaken up, my body was shaking slightly, I couldn't make a fist because my muscles felt too weak and my eyes started to sting. I just sat there, the fear of losing, the fear of proving everyone right, of being exactly what they thought I would be, a failure, it drove me this far. I couldn't leave; I wouldn't be able to live with myself knowing I had never tried. So I turned off the engine and I walked my ass back inside, I felt as if I had epic background music playing behind me and everything was in slow motion. I pulled out my curlers and I took a deep breath. This was my night, this was the night I proved everyone that I am capable of doing something. I'm more than that screw up kid who went to juvie. I'm a successful professional wrestler, like I always said I would be.

"Good luck, you got this." Jon sounded beside me at the curtain. He handed me my wrist band and kissed my cheek.

"I love you," he whispered. I took a deep breath and smiled. My music blared through the arena and I ran out.

"I got the key, key to Gramercy Park!" Red lights swirled around the arena and over the crowd until they spotlighted the stage. I ran over to the light and looked out at the crowd. Hundreds of screaming fans stood from their seats. It was an overwhelming feeling. I ran down the ramp and did my handstand on the apron. I pulled myself over and landed on my feet. My hair bounced in black and red curls as I ran up to the corner and stood on the ropes. I looked down at my family cheering, my brother held a sign that read "Spoiler alert: AJ retains", he always was so supportive of me. I knew though, that he had it as a joke. My parents both wore custom shirts with my name written on them and had "Let's go Kaelen!" signs. It was almost embarrassing. I rested against the ropes as AJ's music hit. She skipped down the ramp with Tamina in tow before getting in the ring. Tamina brought AJ a mic and stood beside her.

"Kaelen, Kaelen, I understand that you want this championship but you're not going to get it. I'll give you credit, you're not a fake plastic Barbie like all of the other divas in the locker room, but you're still not as good as me. I'm the best diva here, that's why I'm champion. I almost feel sorry for you, knowing that you're going to lose miserably tonight. Almost." AJ spewed. Her face was serious then she smiled and laughed. I snatched the microphone from her and stepped forward.

"I think it's cute how you think you know me. Because apparently you know nothing, otherwise you wouldn't underestimate me AJ," I dragged out her name just for a moment, a smug look on my face. "You think you're so much better than everyone, I will hand it to you though, you are better than most of the divas here, but don't you think for a second that we're not evenly matched. I worked my ass off to get here, I've been through crappy low end wrestling promotions after another, I've been beaten, bloodied and bruised, I've been shit on by my own family, I've been torn down by everyone and I'm still standing in this ring. I know what it's like to come from nothing, I WAS nothing. I was in my car not five minutes ago about to leave because I was too scared to fail tonight. I've given everything, I've sacrificed EVERYTHING to so much as lay eyes on that title and now I have the opportunity to win it and you think it's going to be a piece of cake to beat me? Me?" I laughed. My eyes grew dark, a transition into more of a psychotic gimmick. I rolled my head back, my hair falling over the side of my face. I snapped my head back toward her, a sadistic grin crossing my face.

"Oh AJ, poor little AJ, it should be me who feels sorry for you. Because I can't guarantee that you'll be able to walk yourself out of this arena tonight." I stared at her for a moment, her face was serious now even a little scared. I jumped forward as if to bite her and she jumped back. I tilted my head to the side then backward and laughing psychotically. Tamina stood in front of AJ now, as she handed the ref the title. He held it above his head then handed it outside the ring as the bell rang. Tamina stood ringside as AJ and I circled each other.

She was the first to strike, locking arms them immediately kicking me in the stomach. As I bent over, AJ kneed me in the face. I fell to the mat and she tried to pin me. I kicked out at barely a one count and gathered myself. I grabbed her and threw her into the corner, sending blows to her face and stomach. I slingshotted her out of the corner and into the other, sending her back against the turnbuckles, AJ fell to her knees with her hand on her back. I ran toward her but she caught me with a cross body.

The match continued on, the intensity growing by the minute. Pretty soon we were both worn out, I was bleeding, I was pretty sure I fractured something and the match had been going on for a good fifteen minutes. I sat in the corner, blood dripping down my face. AJ had kicked me in the face giving me a nosebleed. AJ was out on the floor next to the commentators and Tamina was ejected from ringside for trying to interfere multiple times. I stood up, barely able to stand on my right foot. Tamina had tried to get a chair involved and I kicked it with her behind it and I swear I felt something crack in my foot. Ever since I've been limping, trying to make it seem like it didn't hurt as much as it did.

The ref was at a seven count and AJ was just barely getting back into the ring. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up. Just as I was about to do my finisher, AJ striked back putting me in the Black Widow. It was more painful than it looks. The crowd was on their feet, watching as I was about to tap. And I probably would have, but just as I was thinking about it,

"SIERRA, HOTEL, INDIA, ECHO, LIMA, DELTA, SHIELD!" The crowd looked around frantically as The Shield's music played. AJ released her grip on me and looked around confused. I took the chance to knee her in the stomach then elbow her in the face. I ran back and bounced off the ropes. The crowd was on their feet screaming and cheering. The adrenaline pumped hard through my body, I felt electric. As I came off the ropes, I did a hand stand and wrapped my legs around AJ's neck, I pulled her backward and slammed her against the mat. I stood up, looking around the loud arena, all this energy was pumping through my veins. I dropped back down to my knees and hooked AJ's leg, my forearm pressed to her face as the ref counted.

"1…2…3!" The bell rang and I pushed back from AJ. I sat on my heels for a moment, the ref handed me the championship and my parents screamed at the top of their lungs. The crowd was deafening, cheering and jumping around. I looked at the title then up at the crowd. I wanted to cry but I held it back. I stood up and held the title high. Blood still running down my face, I climbed out of the ring and hugged my parents. My brother handed a tissue,

"Here, wipe yourself off, you're bleeding." I pushed his hand away and laughed. I climbed back into the ring and my music stopped. The Shield's music started again and they walked through the crowd. I watched them with a raised eyebrow. They circled the ring, each member on one side of the ring. I backed toward the empty side. AJ was already out of the ring so it was just me. They entered the ring and surrounded me. All of us were silent, Dean was the first to smile, that stupid fucking smug ass smile that gives him that dimple. I just wanted to grab his face and kiss him. Seth was next with a laugh and Roman followed with a light chuckle. Roman and Seth grabbed me and set me on Dean's shoulders then celebrated next to me. I held my championship up above my head and smiled. Once I had gotten down, Dean held my arm up once more before we headed to the back.

"I told you! I fucking told you didn't I?!" Jon grabbed me and picked me up. "I'm so proud of you Gwen,"

"Yeah? How proud?" I smirked. Jon's eyes met mine and he had that smug smile again.

"I'll show you later," he whispered in my ear. His voice sent a chill down my spine. I just wanted to jump on him right there. I pressed my lips to his in a warm, passionate embrace.

"I love you so much baby," Jon said against my lips.

"I love you too," I pulled away and ruffled his hair. "I like it better messy, you look like you're balding when it's slicked back babe." Jon pouted playfully. I grabbed his hand and walked over to the locked room, people congratulated me on the way.

It had been three weeks since I won the divas championship and I was still excited. I teamed up with The Shield and Jon and I were doing great together. It also gave me more time with Roman and Seth, from which we've become best friends. Life was good to say the least.

I pulled up into my parking garage. I had a three day vacation so I was home relaxing while I could. I parked the car and got out, as I went around to the trunk to get the groceries, I heard a noise around some cars. I stopped and listened, I didn't hear anything else so I just hurriedly grabbed my stuff. Just as I was about to close the trunk, a car sped into the garage, squealing to a stop. I jumped at the suddenness, my heart beat grew faster. Three guys stepped out of the car and as soon as I saw them it felt like all the blood was drained from my body. I grew cold and scared. I was frozen in place. I gained some strength, knowing damn well what he was here for and I secretly grabbed my phone. I texted Jon for help as Elliot, Marcus and KC walked closer to me.

"Hey there, bitch. It's been awhile." Elliot looked me up and down, shutting the trunk with his arm and resting on it.

"Eli, long time no see." I mustered up the courage to speak. Elliot chuckled, it was a laugh I didn't trust at all. One when you know he has plans to hurt you.

"Do you know why it's been a long time Guinevere? Because you fucking sold me out to the cops! I've been locked up in prison this whole time!" Eli grabbed me by the throat, throwing me up against the concrete wall. His grip was so tight that I couldn't talk.

"Nobody fucking sells me out. Did you think I wouldn't know? Huh?! I knew you were fucking up to something. You were too cooperative that night, I thought maybe I had finally beaten some sense into you but no, you were still the same stupid fucking whore."

"Fuck you." I spat. It came out harsh and scratchy. Elliot laughed then backhanded me.

"I see you're making a name for yourself now, you got this sweet ass condo and everything. It's a real shame, selling out your friends, your boyfriend to come live this high life. You were nothing Gwen, you still are, stop pretending you're one of them. You know you'll never be good enough for this. You should stick to what you know best babe, that's running drugs and working the streets like a good bitch." Eli slapped me again then motioned for KC and Marcus to take turns on me. They repeatedly hit me in the face and stomach until I was on the ground, then they kicked me. By the time they stopped I was coughing up blood. Inside the house Jon was just getting out of bed, he looked around the house but didn't find me so he checked his phone, once he saw the text he rushed outside.

"Now, instead of forgiving this sexy face, I'm just going to do what I should've done years ago." Elliot stood above me and pulled out a gun. "I should have shot you in the fucking head the first time you fought me, you stupid bitch." Eli pressed the cold gun to my head. Tears ran down my face, I couldn't scream, I could barely see because my face was so swollen. I closed my eyes, accepting my fate, waiting for the gun to go off, wondering if it already had, when I heard Jon yell. I shot my eyes open as wide as I could, Marcus and KC ran back to their car. Startled Elliot shot off the gun at my shoulder. I somehow managed to scream in pain as Jon ran over to me. Eli sped off but was stopped at the exit by police. Thankfully Jon had called the police before coming out.

"Baby, are you okay?" Jon was frantically trying to help me. Applying pressure to the gunshot wound. Soon enough an ambulance came and took me to the hospital. Jon was a mess in the waiting room. My parents were crying in the corner and my brother trying to keep it together. Other wrestlers had come down immediately, Seth, Roman, Nattie, Punk, Trinity and Jimmy, AJ, The Bellas, Daniel and Cena were some of the first to arrive. Others came later.

"Gwen? Baby can you hear me?" Jon's voice was faint, I could hear the quiet beeping of the machine next to me; that was a good sign, I was alive. I felt Jon's hand wrap around mine. I tried to squeeze it tightly but it barely moved. Jon lit up though, knowing I was awake.

"Don't strain yourself Gwen but just do something to let me know you can hear me," Jon pleaded. I tapped my finger against his palm and he smiled.

"Baby, I'm so sorry, I should've been out there, I should've protected you. Those motherfuckers are going to rot in prison. The doctor says you'll be okay, but you can't wrestle for a while." I sighed heavily and Jon chuckled.

"Baby, you were shot and beaten, you can take some months off." If I could, I would have rolled my eyes and Jon knew it.

"I love you so much Guinevere. I'm so sorry this happened to you. I'm never leaving your side, I've requested to take time off to help you." I stirred in the bed, obviously protesting but Jon just shook his head. "It's too late, it's already done. I'm going to be here for you every step of the way." It was comforting knowing I was going to have Jon there, even though I didn't want him to miss any work.

About two weeks later I was released from the hospital and on my road to recovery. Jon took me home and nurtured me back to health. Elliot, KC and Marcus were all convicted and sent to prison for life. The cops had found more people that they had tracked down, most of them weren't as lucky as me.

Months had passed now, and it was nearly Christmas. I still couldn't wrestle so I forfeited the title, AJ had won it again and I told her I was looking forward to getting it back when I return. She'd visit me a lot, always bringing over different comics and reading them to me in different heroic voices, even making the sound effects. It was great having her as a friend. Sometimes I would laugh too hard and hurt myself but it was worth it. Other wrestlers visited constantly too, always bringing flowers and sweets. Jon helped with psychical therapy, he would even spice it up when we were alone and do it naked. God, it sucked not being able to have sex. I just wanted him, every inch of his body, I wanted it pressed against me. He would tease me with light oral sex, he wouldn't go all the way but just tease me. It was never enough to actually do anything but damn.

It was the night before Christmas and I had planned a surprise for Jon, I was secretly better than I was letting on so that when he was least expecting it I would just walk in like "sup". I was in the bathroom getting into some sexy Christmas-y lingerie when Jon knocked on the door.

"Do you need any help?"

"No, I got it, just get in bed, preferably shirtless, also preferably pantsless too." I said through the door. Jon laughed but complied. It wasn't unusual for me to say something like that so it didn't really give away anything. I tried hooking my bra but couldn't, my shoulder wasn't completely healed yet so it hurt to move it too far in one direction. I finally gave up and just put on my Santa hat, leaving the bra loose on my shoulders.

"Jon, close your eyes!" I called through the door.

"Why?" He asked.

"Because I said so, hurry up!"

"Alright, alright, they're closed." He chuckled. I peeked out the bathroom door and saw him sitting up in the bed with his eyes closed. He was shirtless with the blankets covering him from the hips down. His blonde hair was messy and curly and he had a smile on his face. I watched the clock turn to Midnight and I opened the door all the way. I slowly walked to the foot of the bed; it was still a little difficult to move.

"Merry Christmas!" I said. Jon opened his eyes and saw me standing there in red lingerie with white lace trim, tall red and white stripped stockings and a Santa hat. He immediately bit his lip and scan over me.

"Baby, you look sexy as hell." I blushed and walked over to him. Jon stood up and grabbed my hand, helping me. He had gotten completely undressed like I asked, I scanned his body, taking in the view.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"Yeah, it's a lot better than before, it shouldn't be too long now until I can get back in the ring." I beamed. Jon smiled. My bra strap fell down my arm reminding me that I didn't hook it. Jon laughed quietly,

"Yeah, I couldn't stretch my arm far enough to hook it so I just left it." I looked down. He placed his hand under my chin.

"Its progress baby, I'm so proud of you." Jon kissed my shoulder, I winced slightly but he kept kissing my body until he came all the way up to my lips. "Now you really need to take off these clothes."

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