We're holed up in a hotel room in Chicago. Dean is lying on the sofa, channel surfing as usual, looking sexy as hell as usual too. He's just wearing the hotel robe. We had a bath together as soon as we arrived, taking care of unfinished business as Dean called it. I'm sat on the floor in front of him, painting my nails. I've neglected myself for the past week, it's all been about him, so tonight I'm catching up. Painting nails, plucking eyebrows, and moisturising. Dean groans. "I could never be a woman" he says. "It's too much work." "It's all for you men" I laugh, trying not to shake as I paint my nails. "Baby you got me" he says kissing my head. "You don't need to do all this." I laugh loudly. "I don't think you realise his much I actually do need to do this" I say looking up at him. "I get enough abuse from your fangirls when I have done it all, god knows what they would say if I don't do it!" He laughs. "I don't care what they think" he says leaning over me. "I'm with you because I love you, not because the fans like it." I smile. "Do my toes?" I ask fluttering my eyelashes at him. He smiles. "Really?" he asks. "You trust me with this?" "Kinda got no choice" I admit. "I can't reach my feet!" He laughs. "Come here" he says patting the sofa. I get up and sit down by him, putting my feet on his leg. He paints my toes easily. I frown at him. "You've done this before Ambrose" I say. He shakes his head. "Scouts honour" he says. "I just have a really steady hand." I nod and take the nail varnish from him, putting it on the table. "I love you Ambrose" I say kissing him gently. "I love you too Ambrose" he whispers. "Even if you are too fat to see your feet!" I slap him playfully and he tickles me, stopping suddenly when I land with a bump on the floor. "Oh my god!" he yells. "I am so sorry! Tor are you ok?" I have to wait until I stop laughing to answer him. "I'm fine!" I finally manage to say. He sits on the sofa shaking his head at me. "I can't believe I did that" he admits. I shake my head. "Jon, we were playing" I say putting my hand on his arm. He shrugs it off and stands up, walking into the bedroom and slamming the door behind him. I shake my head and get on the sofa, pulling the robe around me. Something tells me I won't be going in the bedroom tonight.
He wakes me up kissing my head a few hours later. "I'm sorry" he whispers. I shake my head and roll over on the sofa. It's comfy and I'm not in the mood for his bad mood. "Tor" he groans. "If you're pissed at me at least be pissed in the bed. You can't sleep out here, it's not good for Olaf." "Fine" I say standing up. He smiles as I storm past him into the bedroom and slam the door. I curl up in the bed, pulling the covers right up. I try, but I can't sleep. It's not right, he's not in here. I gotta give him credit, he waits an hour before sneaking back in. I keep my back to him though, if he wants to be in a mood, I can be in one too. He thinks I'm sleeping. He kisses my shoulder. "I'm sorry" he whispers. "I just can't believe I was so stupid. Your husband is a dumbass Torrie Mae." "Yes he is" I whisper back. He chuckles. "I thought you were asleep" he says pulling me so I roll onto my back. "How could I sleep?" I ask. "You weren't here." He groans and hugs me, kissing my head. "I'm here now" he says simply. "Sleep darling. I'm here." I cuddle into him and soon we're both sleeping.
When I wake up the next morning the bed feels bigger. He isn't in it. I get up, pull the robe on, and head out into the lounge. He's on the sofa watching tv. "Hey" he says looking up as I walk in. "Feel better?" I nod and kiss his head before sitting down. "Hunter called" he says. "Car is picking us up at 6. The rest of the roster still doesn't know we're gonna be there." I smile. "It'll be nice to see the girls again" I say. "I know it's only been just over a week, but a week with no gossip has killed me!" He laughs. "How did you cope for those months when we weren't together?" he asks. "Um" I say. "I used to meet Layla quite regularly." "Why am I not surprised?" he asks, laughing again. I shrug. "Gotta know what's happening" I say smiling. There's a knock on the door and he smiles. "Breakfast is here" he says standing up and going to the door.
We spend the day lazing around the hotel room. Nobody from work knows we're there, apart from Hunter, so we have no need to get dressed and go out. Dean goes for a bath around 4pm while I nap, Olaf is really tiring me out lately. He wakes me up by kissing me when he gets out. I stretch, kiss him and head for the shower. He's dressed when I get out, jeans, t shirt and his leather jacket on standby. He smirks as I stare at him. "It's..." he starts as I say "rude to stare". He nods and laughs, grabbing me and pulling me towards him. "Love you" he whispers, kissing me before leaving the room for me to get dressed. We both know I won't get dressed if he stays. I put my underwear on then grab my dress for the night. It fits under my boobs then flows over the bump. I dry my hair and put half of it up in a clip, leaving the other half loose. I curl it before putting my makeup on and heading out to Dean. "Babe, have you seen my...wow!" he says as soon as I walk out. "Nope" I say walking up to him and kissing him. "What does your wow look like?" He smiles. "Very funny" he says rubbing his nose against mine. "I can't find my sunglasses." I shake my head and pick them up off the table. "These?" I say smirking. He groans. "Ok" he says kissing me. "I can't believe I didn't see them." I shake my head as the phone rings. Dean frowns and goes to answer it. "The car is here" he says as I grab my bag, making sure my phone is in it. He grabs his jacket and opens the door. "After you" he says bowing as I walk out of the room. I laugh and push the button for the lift. He wraps his arm around me and kisses my neck. "Here goes nothing" he says as the lift doors open.