Packing her suitcase again Stephanie sighed and gave in halfway through flopping back onto the bed and staring at the ceiling.

Paul had taken his bags downstairs ready to take out to his car when they were ready to leave and he spent a few minutes tidying up the downstairs whilst Stephanie was packing. Once he was satisfied the downstairs was tidy he went back upstairs to see how she was doing and if she needed any help getting her suitcases downstairs but when he walked into the bedroom it still kind of looked like a bomb had hit it and she was laying on the bed staring at the ceiling, "you do realise you've not finished packing yet don't you?"

Without turning her head to look at him she shrugged her shoulders, "maybe I'm having second thoughts about going to Raw and am just planning to stay here."

Moving to sit on the edge of the bed he stroked the top of her head gently, "of course you are, I mean you're absolutely going to want to miss out on the entire world calling you a slut."

Tilting her head back a little so she could look at his face she frowned, "are you making fun of me?"

His eyes widened and his hand flew to his mouth in mock horror, "me? Make fun of you? Would I ever do that? I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to skip out on Raw and Smackdown so they don't call you a slut but I know you, I know you're far too professional to skip them for those reasons and you feed off them calling you those names anyway."

Moving to sit up she turned to face him fully, "so what exactly are you trying to say?"

Shrugging his shoulders he put on his best innocent face, "I think you want to skip Raw and Smackdown because you don't want to face your Dad."

"My Dad? Do you mean Vince?"

Gulping at the way she called him Vince he nodded his head slowly, "yes Vince."

Staring at him she crossed her arms over her chest, "and why would you think it is he that I want to avoid?"

Moving away from her slightly he had a bad feeling right now, "because you're angry with him and you've suddenly stopped packing, I'm only trying to figure out why you are reluctant to go."

Sighing she collapsed to the side against the pillows, "I don't know what to do Paul. I have to go to Raw and Smackdown, I have to face him, I have to work with him but I am still so angry that I don't know how I will do it and I kind of just want to skip the shows so I don't have to."

Moving to lean against the pillows so he was facing her he reached across and stroked her cheek gently, "you will have to face him eventually but the longer you put it off the harder it will get for you."

Rolling her eyes at him she shook her head, "do you have to talk such sense?"

Smirking playfully he pushed himself up a little from the pillows, "I don't have to but it's a lot of fun when I do."

A small smile passed her lips as she leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, "you're such a smartass."

"But I made you smile so in my opinion my work here is done."

Sitting up she brushed her fingers through her hair, "I guess I'd better finish this packing if we're going to get into town before the rest of the wrestlers arrive and maybe one of us could sneak into the other's room and maybe have dinner together."

Chuckling at her desire to change the subject from her Dad he couldn't help but just go along with it, "well you know if you want help packing your underwear I'm more than happy to help."

Looking at him briefly with a disgusted look on her face she slapped his chest before she laughed and shook her head, "unfortunately for you I've already packed it."

Shrugging his shoulders he got up and quickly moved to her suitcase, "I could always unpack it just so I can help."

Scrambling from her her seat on the bed she grabbed his arm before he could start unpacking her bag, "don't you dare or I will kill you."

Pulling his arm away from her suitcase he was pleased that he had got her off the bed and she seemed to not be thinking about her Dad any more.

Turning to grab a pile of clothes from beside Paul she saw the look of mischief in his eye and shook her head, "you are in deep shit."

Pouting he gave her his best puppy dog look, "I'm sorry, I was just trying to take your mind off of things."

Forgetting the clothes she wrapped her arms around his waist and gave him a hug, "thank you." Slowly pulling away from the hug she smiled softly, "well if you really want to help you can pass me things to put in the suitcase."

Laughing he reached for the first pile of clothes, "deal."

Ten minutes later and Paul was carrying her suitcase downstairs whilst Stephanie just made sure she had everything. Walking down the stairs slowly she really didn't want to reach the bottom but she knew it was inevitable. As she reached the bottom she looked up the stairs one last time before she grabbed her jacket from the arm of the couch and pulled it on, "I'm ready."

Running his hand over his hair Paul had put on a strong front but he was as worried as she was about going to Raw but not for the same reason as she was. Paul was concerned about going to Raw because he had to come face to face with his boss and lie to him about his relationship with Stephanie. Would he change things and dump her just so he didn't have to lie to Vince? Absolutely not, he would go back and wouldn't have dumped her in the first place. What was done was done and he couldn't change it but he was damn sure not going to let her slip away this time and would do whatever the hell it took to keep her in his life.

It was hard for her not to notice the way his eyes had glazed over and he didn't respond to the questions she was asking him so she just walked over to him and slipped her hand into his noticing the way he jumped at the contact, "are you okay?"

Nodding his head he looked her in the eyes and slipped his fingers through hers squeezing her hand gently, "I am now. Let's get going and see if we can manage what you promised."

Laughing she removed her hand from his, "sounds good to me. You take the bags and I'll lock up the house."

Pressing a soft kiss to her lips before he turned and opened the door before he picked up the bags and headed out to the car, they had quite a drive ahead of them but it would just give them some more time together.

Once he had left with the bags she did a final sweep of the lounge picking up her purse from the floor before she walked out of the door shutting and locking it firmly behind her. Walking down the steps she turned to look at the house once she was at the bottom, she wasn't sure why but she had a feeling she would be wishing she'd stayed here by the time the week was over.