a/n yeah, I do suck but it's getting to crunch time at school and I had to do a couple of French oral presentations they're my worst nightmare and I managed to make myself sick… So I'm trying to avoid going back to hospital by keeping my stress levels low… And unfortunately that means not worrying about fanfiction… I hope you can forgive me!

Following The Main Event;

By AliceJericho

Chapter 6: His Family

"Love will never do what you want it to." Tom Jones – It's Not Unusual.

Saturday, January 30

"It's wonderful to see you again, Sunday dear."

"You too, Michelle! It's been way too long." I embraced Cody's mother like she was the one I always wished to have. "Thank you for having me for dinner."

"Nonsense! You are always welcome in this house!" I was grateful for it, too. I had always adored the Runnels house, even as a teenager.

Dusty, being the 'comman man' he portrayed in the ring, was set on having a smallish house. Four bedrooms – one for him and Michelle, one for each of his kids – three bathrooms, kitchen and dining, living room, two car garage and a reasonably sized backyard. Once all of the Runnels children had moved out, two of the three rooms had been converted – Kristen's became a study and Codu's was turned into a rec room – with Dustin's being the only room to remain as one for sleeping as a refurbished guest room.

"How is your arm? Cody said it wasn't healing as well as it should have."

"It's my body. It's not too good at the healing process. It's getting better, though. I can make a semi decent fist now." I showed my progress to her and she covered my hand with both of hers.

"That's wonderful! We're all pulling for you to make a recovery very soon! We want you on the television again!"

"Stop badgering her, mum. She gets enough of that on the road." Cody walked into the kitchen and snaked his hand around my waist, his hand resting on my hip. Michelle patted my hand before letting it go.

"Sorry, dear." She apologised to me. "Cody always sounds so worried on the phone. I just needed to make sure he wasn't being melodramatic."

"Thanks mum." Cody said sarcastically.

"It only means you love her. Don't be embarrassed. Go set the table would you? Make yourself useful." Her words hurt me. Love. She could tell me that Cody loved me but he couldn't say it himself.

At dinner there were six of us at the table – Dusty, Michelle, Dustin, Kristin, Cody and myself. Conversation was, as always, centred on the professional wrestling business. There was always something happening in regards to the business.

I felt Cody's hand come into contact with thigh. My face remained the same though I was definitely close to giving us away. His hand brushed the edge of my dress and slightly pushed it up…

"Cody."

"Yeah, dad?"

"Hands where I can see 'em." Slowly Cody ran his hand down my thigh before bring it to rest atop the table. Kristin began laughing behind her hand. Cody glared at her.

Dusty was a good man. A family man. An honest man. He was everything most people wanted in a father. I had Shawn, though. And I love him more than anyone could ever imagine. He definitely wasn't a conventional father or a 'good' in most people's sense but he taught me a lot of things. Mostly what not to do.

Cody and I had been assigned the guest room seeing as Kristin lived not too far away and Dustin offered to sleep on the futon. As we lay in the bed, both staring at the ceiling, Cody's hand began to venture up my leg just as it had done at the dinner table.

"What are you doing?" I whispered as I turned slightly to look at him. A smirk graced his face as he continued to move his hand. "We can't do this here." I placed mine atop his and made him stop.

"We do it everywhere else." He reminded me and I made a face at him.

"Everywhere else is not in your parents' house." He smirked again and leant over to kiss me. "Cody, I'm serious." That didn't stop him though.

"Sunny, we've done it with your father in the next hotel room. My parents are down the other end of the house." He started to kiss my neck and I had to bite back a moan. "See, you want it just as much as I do."

"I always do." I admitted quietly, "Not tonight, Cody." I pushed him away and he rolled onto his back, sighing in annoyance. "Don't you dare put that face on," I poked at his frown, "I hate that face."

He relaxed soon after and settled for cuddling instead.

"I need to talk to you about Ted." I said hesitantly.

"That's exactly what I want to hear when I'm laying in bed with my girlfriend."

"No, Cody… I think he's having an affair." Cody's finger stopped moving. It had been slowly running up and down my arm, but at my comment it stopped completely.

"That's a fuckin' big thing to accuse someone of." His tone was more serious than it had been in a long time. Probably because I had just accused his best friend of having an affair.

"I saw Eve do the walk of shame out of his hotel room."

"Maybe she fell just fell asleep…"

"From what I remember, they barely even talk to each other… Why would they be having late night conversations?"

"Exactly! They barely even talk to each other." Cody argued and I sighed. "He's not cheating on his wife."

"I'm just telling you what I saw, Cody… I think you should at least talk to him in case it is true and he gets himself caught by someone who isn't me. Not everyone will be as quiet about this."

"Who else knows?"

"Uh, Brie and Steph, they were with me when she left his room." He sighed and told me that I had to keep my mouth shut until he found out the truth. And if it was true, I definitely wasn't allowed to tell anyone.

Sleep didn't come easily that night, what with love and Theodore on my mind – completely unrelated, by the way – so I spent most of the night staring at the wall drawing up conclusions of what Ted could possibly have been doing. An affair seemed like the only logical conclusion.