He knows I'm not right, and he doesn't leave my side from the second we get out of the cab until we're in the hotel room. "Jon" I say looking at him. He looks at me and I crumble. He grabs hold of me and leads me to the sofa, sitting me down before sitting next to me and pulling me towards him. "She hates me" I whisper. "I thought I had good reason to hate her, and want revenge on her, and it turns out that this was all her revenge on me. I took you away from her first." He groans and shakes his head. "I was never hers" he says looking me in the eye. "Not in the way that I'm yours. Torrie you need to believe me. I have never, ever, felt like this about anyone before in my whole life. I can't even imagine being with anyone else now, marrying anyone else. You, you're my life. You and Olaf. You're all I live and breathe for now." I wipe my eyes and he smiles. "Bed" he says standing up. "This has been a hard night. You need to rest." I smile. "I, uh, kinda fell asleep in Randy's locker room" I admit. He laughs. "Why am I not surprised?" he asks. "But still, you need your rest, and I'm not taking no for an answer." I think for a second then smile. "But papa" I say smirking. "Olaf wants potato chips. And chocolate. Lots of chocolate." He smiles. "Lucky I came prepared" he says going into his bag and throwing a snack bag at me. Chips and chocolate. He knows my cravings way too well.
He watches tv while I munch, he won't go to bed without me. I don't eat much before my cravings are satisfied, then I move on to another craving. He looks so sweet, lying on the sofa, one arm behind his head playing with his hair. He does that when he's tired. I smile. "Jon" I say. His eyes snap to mine. "Bed?" I ask. He nods, switching the tv off straight away. He stands up as I do. He shakes his head. "I'm meant to help you up" he says huskily. I smile, knowing he's tired. I've napped twice today. "I'm good babe" I say kissing him. He nods and takes my hand, leading me into the bedroom. He closes the door and straight away his hands are on me. He moves my hair away and unzips my dress slowly, kissing my neck as he does it. "You looked so beautiful tonight" he whispers turning me to face him. I smile and kiss him, my hands going to his hair automatically. He growls into my mouth as I tug it lightly. He slaps my arms down so my dress slides down and pools on the floor at my feet. It's dark in the room but his eyes smoulder as he looks me up and down, before claiming my mouth again in a fiery kiss. I undo his jeans and push them down his legs, along with his boxers. He chuckles and steps out of them. "Somebody's eager" he whispers hoarsely as he backs me against the bed. I nod and he moans as he slides my underwear down my legs. "Get on the bed" he orders. I turn around and start to crawl onto the bed. Before I realise what's happening he grabs my hips and slides straight into me. "Oh fuck!" I moan. He growls, nipping lightly at my back. He has me coming undone in no time, he knows what I want and how I want it. "Jon!" I moan as my world explodes. "Right behind you baby" he moans, thrusting into me a few more times before stilling and moaning as he spills into me. He kisses my back before slapping my ass gently, sending me scurrying up the bed to the pillows. He pulls his shirt off before joining me, his arms wrapping around me instinctively. I moan as I settle in to his embrace, shocked to find myself having to stifle a yawn. He isn't as polite though, yawning openly as I laugh. "Sleep, old man" I whisper, my fingers dancing over his chest. He moans. "Keep doing that" he warns. "And there'll be no sleeping in here tonight." I smile and kiss the space my fingers have just vacated. He groans as I lay back down. "Sleep" I command, and within minutes he does as he's told.
His phone wakes us the next morning. I pass it to him, not wanting to answer it. "Hey Seth" he says huskily, looking at me. I shake my head and roll onto my side, my back to him. "I don't think that's a good idea" he says. "She's still kinda pissed, and I can't really say I blame her. No, I don't think she wants to see you or speak to you. Yes, I'm fully aware of how close you two were. Yes, were. Seth, I don't think you realise how much she's hurting. Yeah. See you at home. We fly back today. No, we're not doing Smackdown. Ok, bye." He puts the phone on the nightstand and kisses my shoulder. "Morning" he whispers. I smile, rolling back over to him. "Morning" I whisper as the baby kicks. Dean grins. "Hey Olaf" he says rubbing the bump. "Morning to you too buddy." I smile. "Hungry?" he asks. I nod. "What do you fancy?" he asks, smirking suggestively. I smirk back. "You" I whisper before grabbing his head and pulling him to me, kissing him as soon as he's close enough. "Mrs Good are you attempting to have your wicked way with me?" he says in mock horror. I smirk. "Attempting?" I ask, putting my hand under the covers. He grins. "Doesn't take much attempting from you" he admits as my fingers find their target. He kisses me and rolls over onto me gently. "Is this what you want?" he whispers, rolling his hips. I moan as he slides into me. He grins. "I'll take that as a yes" he says kissing me as he moves. I flip him onto his back and straddle him, moaning when he pulls me onto him. "Oh fuck" he moans, tipping his head back. He puts his hands on my hips and makes me go faster and harder, until we're both covered in a thin layer of sweat. "Fuck!" he yells as he comes. His eyes lock onto mine. "I love you" he whispers. "I love you too" I whisper back, leaning forward to kiss him.