Fergal jerked awake as he heard a loud noise against his ear. Raising up on his forearm, he realized that Mackenzie's phone had somehow wound up next to his head on his pillow. He reached out his arm for Mackenzie only to realize not only was she not in bed, but the side of her bed was cool. Grunting as he rolled to a sitting position, he noticed that her phone was indicating a text message. She also had several missed calls from the same number. He began to get an uneasy feeling in his stomach.

He pulled his shorts on and went looking for his girlfriend and a cup of coffee. A very large cup of coffee to help him shake the lingering cobwebs out of his head. That was the problem with naps, they always left him feeling dazed for a while once he woke up.

As he neared the kitchen, he could hear Mackenzie singing to herself. Well more like humming to herself. He stood in the open doorway and watched as she mimicked his entrance. His arousing entrance according to her. He was even happier he had decided to sneak out earlier and get the supplies for his surprise.

Mackenzie crouched down, waiting for the crescendo, and then popped up. Spreading her arms wide on cue. With her eyes closed and head thrown back, she was unaware she had an audience. Until she opened her eyes only to stare into Fergal's beautiful blue-gray eyes.

He pulled her forward and kissed her passionately. Mackenzie let herself melt into his kiss. Every nerve in her body felt alive. She felt both powerful and weak when he kissed her. Fergal pulled away from her smiling as she tried to follow him with her lips.

As her phone began to go off again, he remembered the reason he was looking for her.

"Your phone woke me up."

Mackenzie unlocked her phone and opened her text message. She wanted to delete the text and pretend she had never read it. She was being called back to work early. She was needed back the in two days.

Which meant she either had to leave either tonight or tomorrow. Depending on if she could get her mom to go check and see if she had any clean gear that she could pack without having to do laundry. She wanted to stay as long as absolutely possible.

"Dammit."

She wanted to kick something really hard. She had never once asked for time off in all the years she had been wrestling. Time off meant she wasn't making money, making new contacts. It really pissed her off that they couldn't honor her request for time off.

She should feel honored that they had asked her to come back early. The fans were missing her. The management team had been bombarded by emails, tweets, and Facebook messages asking about her. Yet she had already been dreading leaving when she had planned to leave. Now having to leave early, it was killing her.

"It seems my vacation is over. I have to leave tomorrow. My fans are growing restless."

Fergal couldn't believe it. He wasn't ready for this to be over.

"You couldn't turn them down. Put them off?"

Mackenzie scoffed as tears slid down her cheeks.

"I can't Fergal. You know how it is on the Indy scene. You turn down an offer for work, you might not get the chance to work for that company anymore. I can't afford to lose my good standing. Especially since WWE turned me down."

Fergal felt helpless. He didn't want her to leave. Yet he couldn't ask her to give up everything just for him. She hadn't even said anything about wanting to stay here indefinitely. They had effectively worked around that subject. Neither one wanting to be hurt if the other wasn't ready for that kind of commitment.

Now here it was staring them in the face. He could put the offer out there. Knowing if she said no, he would feel the wound cut him deep.

He opened his mouth, ready to blurt it out. But the words wouldn't come out. His mouth went dry and he voice squeaked.

Mackenzie headed up to their bedroom to begin to pack her bags. She needed to load everything tonight so she could head out early tomorrow. She had a twelve-hour drive if traffic was good. Considering she would hit Atlanta around morning rush hour, she wasn't sure that would be a possibility.

In reality, she should just pack her car now and leave. Wrestling was supposed to be her priority. If she ever wanted to get the chance again to try out for WWE, she had to become a big name in the business. Become a commodity. A coup to any company who signed her.

However, she knew that she couldn't just leave Fergal. Not like that. He meant more to her than any other person. He wasn't some one-night stand. She couldn't just put him in a little corner of her heart and brain and continue on with her life.

As she folded her clothes, placing them inside her luggage, Fergal came in carrying clean laundry out of the dryer. He folded them. Setting her stuff by her bag. He saw one of her shirts poking out from under the bed. Using his foot, he pushed it back further. He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he wanted to keep it. He was used to being surrounded by her scent. Once she left, it would start to fade.

Twenty silent minutes later, Mackenzie zipped her massive suitcase closed. Fergal lifted it and carried it to the front door. He would load it later. He didn't want to appear eager for her leave. In fact, he wanted to hide the offensive reminder.

He turned to Mackenzie, pulling her to his side, wrapped his arms around her.

"Do you want to go out tonight? Or I can order something to be delivered."

Mackenzie sighed. She knew he was trying to lighten her mood. He was such a great guy. He didn't deserve for her to be moody and depressed on their last night together.

"Let's go out. Have fun. Be happy. This isn't the end of the world. Even when I leave tomorrow, it's not forever. I will be back. Just not immediately."

Fergal kissed her brow. He really didn't know what he had done to deserve such an amazing girlfriend. But he'd never let her go. She was well and truly stuck with him.

"I have a confession to make. I had this big surprise planned for you tonight."

"Awww. What's the surprise?"

"Well now, if I tell you, it won't be a surprise. But in order to make this happen, I will have to leave for a bit tonight. However, if you want me to wait, I can."

"Fergal, go. Surprise me. I don't want anything to dampen tonight. You've obviously planned this out."

"Alright. Now, what do you want for dinner?"

"Seafood. You don't realize just how hard it is to get fresh out the ocean crab legs in Tennessee. They are frozen and cooked."

Fergal smiled and held the door as she walked out to his car. He would take her to the best seafood restaurant in Orlando. Then later tonight, he would slip away and get "Demonized".