"What the hell are you doing here?" I whisper. He smiles at me. "I wanted to see my wife" he says, walking closer. "Stay away from me Dean" I warn. "I'll call for Randy!" He laughs. "Go on" he says. "I'm not stupid Tor, his car isn't here, and I know he had a date, I've just spent two weeks with him, remember? But then again, you've had other things on your mind, like spending two weeks with Roman. Was he good, Tor? Was he as good as me? Did he make you scream?" "You need to leave, Dean" I say standing up. His eyes drop to my stomach and he shakes his head slowly. "You weren't meant to get up" he says quietly. "You need to rest, you were supposed to stay in bed, peanut needs rest." I shake my head. "Junior is fine" I say. "Besides, I have cramp, I need to walk it off." He shakes his head again, walking closer to me and making me back up. "Lie down" he says taking his jacket off. I stay standing, looking him in the eye. "Lie down" he repeats. When I defy him again he groans and lifts me onto the bed. He looks at me, asking me with his eyes which leg the cramp is in. "Left" I whisper and he nods, taking it in his hands and massaging the cramp away. "Better?" he asks. I nod, shocked when I find myself smiling at him. "Get back into bed" he says, and I do as I'm told, purely because I know he'll make me if I don't.
"What are you doing here?" I ask again, watching him as he paces around my floor. "Shouldn't you be with Renee?" He growls at me and I regret asking. "She's a houseguest Tor" he says. "That's all. Doesn't mean I have to spend every waking moment with her." "Houseguest" I scoff. "Yeah right Dean. Houseguest, bed guest, whatever you wanna call it." "I'm serious" he says sitting on the edge of the bed. "The shows this weekend are here, so it was easier than her finding a hotel." "And you always cared so much about what was easier for poor Renee, didn't you Dean?" I ask. He shakes his head. "I made a mistake Torrie" he whispers. "You're telling me!" I yell. "The biggest mistake you made though was coming here tonight. Did you really think I'd talk to you?" He shakes his head. "Why do you think I sent the message from Seth's phone?" he asks quietly. "I knew you wouldn't answer me. But we need to talk, Tor, no matter whether you think we do or not. There are things that need to be said." I nod and he smiles. "Yeah" I say. "You're a lying, cheating scumbag who can't be trusted to be in a relationship. I would ask how you managed to keep it in your pants for so long but knowing you, you probably haven't. Sometimes I lie here, being treated like a human football by our baby, and do you know what I do? I wish I'd never met you. Seriously. I wish I'd waited in one of those extreme queues to pee in Cardiff, then I wouldn't have been backstage." "I still would have met you Torrie" he whispers. "At the bar, or at the hotel. I still would have met you. And I still would have fallen in love with you. Because no matter what you might think you know about me, the one thing you could never know is how much I fucking love you. Only you. Only ever you." I shake my head, shocked when I feel tears running down my face. "Not only ever me" I say. "If that was true, you never would have gone with her." He winces. "I was annoyed with you" he says. "So fucking annoyed. You'd just fallen over right in front of me, and the first chance you got you were ringside with Layla!" "Doc cleared me!" I yell. "I banged my fucking knee Dean, I didn't need a month off for that! I needed my husband to understand that I was ok! I didn't need him to run off with a wannabe diva who can't get a man of her own so she needs to steal everyone else's! And to find out that you didn't even tell her I was pregnant, well, that was just the icing on the cake!" "I didn't mean to sleep with her" he says quietly. "I just wanted a lift back to the hotel..." "Oh excuse me while I write that one in the book of pathetic excuses I'm compiling!" I laugh. "I didn't mean to sleep with her! What the actual fuck, Dean? So what happened? A gust of wind blew your clothes off and you tripped over a speck of dust on the carpet, impaling her on your dick? Please!" He closes his eyes and shakes his head. "Yeah, I know" he says. "It sounds pretty lame..." "Because it is!" I yell. "That excuse should win an award! If you don't mean to sleep with someone, you fucking don't!" He nods. "You're right" he says. "I know you're right. I can't explain it. I'm not even gonna try. I did it, I fucked up, and boy, have I learnt my lesson?" "Clearly not" I state. "She's in your fucking house!" "She's in the spare room" he says. "Not mine, not peanuts. She's in the smallest spare room." "Let's get one thing clear" I say pointing around my room at the cot, the Moses basket, the changing unit, and the pile of baby clothes and accessories that Randy has been buying. "This, this is juniors room. Not the room at your house. Junior has no room at your house." "Our house" he corrects. I shake my head. "This is where I live" I say. "Not there. That's not my home. Just like Vegas could never be my home." "I haven't slept with her since that night Torrie" he says, and I believe him. But I can't let him see that. "I promise you. Whatever you saw on twitter, it was all her. I'd go to bars after work and she would turn up. That's all. It was just pictures. I knew what I'd lost." "And yet you made no effort to get it back" I whisper.
"How could I?" he whispers back. "How could I even start to try to get you back after what I'd done? I thought about it, but Seth told me you were in Wales. I tried calling, and when the number didn't work I even called Casper. He let me know in no uncertain terms what he thought of me." "What did you seriously expect?" I ask, laughing hysterically. He can see what he's doing to me and he slides up the bed, holding my hand and encouraging me to lie down with him. "I'm so sorry" he whispers kissing my head. Man, he smells good. His lips feel so soft. He wraps his arms around me and I melt into them, unable to help myself. He holds me as I cry. Cry? When did that start? Wow, the range of emotions this man puts me through is unbelievable. I cry until I can cry no more. He holds me the whole time, stroking my hair, whispering how it's going to be alright. Junior goes on a kicking spree and Dean chuckles. "Can I?" he asks, raising his hand. And I can't tell him no. I nod and his hand rests gently on my stomach. junior rewards him with an elbow. Wow. Even my unborn baby can give him what I can't. And I can't. I can't give him the elbow, no matter how much I want to, I can't. My eyes are heavy, I can't keep them open. I fall asleep listening to Dean talking to our baby, and promising junior the world.