"So" Dean says as we walk through our front door. "You gonna actually let me in on what all that was about tonight? I mean, wrestling Moxley? Are you nuts?" I sigh. "I needed to get the frustration out" I say, watching as he gets Destiny out of her car seat. "I couldn't fight a diva like that. I needed to hurt, Jon." He frowns. "Why?" he asks simply. "Because Renee is hurting and it's my fault" I say quietly. He quickly changes Destiny before replying. "It's not your fault Torrie" he says, picking her up and handing her to me. "None of this is your fault. It's nobody's fault." "She thinks it is" I say. He shakes his head. "Doll" he says kissing me. "You need to stop worrying about what other people think. Opinions are like assholes, everyone has one." I can't help it. I look at him and burst out laughing. He smiles. "That's better" he says putting his arm around me. "Let's go get madam to bed so papa can cuddle momma better." I smile and we walk upstairs. I put Destiny in her Moses basket and smile as she smiles up at Dean. "She's papas girl alright" I say putting my arm around him. He nods as he looks at her. "You're both my girls" he says kissing my head.
The next morning when I wake up the room is lit by blazing sunlight. Dean is still snoring next to me and I smile as I listen to Destiny. She snores just like him. I look at the time on my phone and sit up quickly. Dean groans. "What's up doll?" he asks, shielding his eyes from the sun. "It's 9am Jon" I say jumping out of bed. "Destiny slept all night. She's probably starving." "She can't be that hungry" he points out, pulling me back onto the bed. "She's still snoring." I smiles and kiss him, knowing he's got a point. "I'm awake now anyway" I say rolling away from him and grabbing my robe. "I'm gonna head downstairs and sort her bottles and our ring gear." He nods. "Ok" he says. "I'll bring her down when she wakes." I smile and blow him a kiss before heading downstairs.
They surface half an hour later. I smile as he walks into the kitchen with her. "Hey my babies" I say walking over and kissing them both. Dean moans and grabs my hair, pulling me closer and kissing me harder. "You coming to the arena tonight?" he asks. I shake my head. "Think I'm gonna stay home and do some stuff around here today" I say. "I feel like I'm neglecting the house lately. I'm being a shit wife." He smiles. "You could never be a shit wife Tor" he says quietly. "The house looks fine, you've got other priorities at the moment that's all." I nod. "Like getting our daughter into a proper routine" I say taking her from him. "Woah! And a clean diaper!" He grins. "All yours toots" he says kissing me. "I'm gonna jump in the shower." I smile watch as he walks out of the kitchen. Damn he has a great ass. I grab a bottle for Destiny and head into the lounge.
When Dean comes back downstairs I'm in the kitchen again, sorting out a bath for Destiny. She's lying on her change mat, minus her diaper, having a kick. He smiles as I carry the bath in. "Can I?" he asks. I shrug and nod, watching as he picks her up and washes her hair before putting her in the bath properly. He's amazing with her, talking to her the whole time. She watches him intently, hanging on his every word. "Gonna miss my princesses today" he says as he dries her. "We're gonna miss you too you sap" I say handing him Dessie's clothes. Theres a knock at the door and I stand up to go answer it. "Morning" Tracey says hugging me. I smile. "Morning" I say. "What brings you round?" "Seth" she says. "Sent me to find out what time you wanna leave to go to the arena? Says Jon isn't answering his mobile." "Ooops" Dean says chuckling. "It's still upstairs. Been bathing my princess." Tracey smiles. "Fatherhood looks good on you Ambrose" she says, leaning against the doorframe. "I never thought I'd say that. You were always the one who scared me the most." He smiles. "Blame Torrie for making me a sap" he says standing up and handing Destiny to Tracey. "But I wouldn't have it any other way. These girls are my life." She smiles and nods. "I'll just go pack my bag and I'll be right back down" he says. I nod and watch as he walks up the stairs slowly. "Go after him Tor" Tracey says quietly. "I'll take Dessie round to see the guys. I know uncle Ro is missing her." I smile. "You sure?" I ask. She nods. "Go" she says pushing me towards the stairs. I turn around and watch as she carries Destiny next door. As soon as the door closes I walk upstairs slowly.
Dean is sat on the bed, head in his hands. "Hey" I say, leaning on the doorframe. He looks up, drying his eyes. "Something in my eye" he says quickly. I shake my head and walk to him. "Liar" I say quietly. He nods. "I know" he says, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me onto the bed. "I hate leaving you guys, that's all." "It's only for today" I say smiling. "You'll be home tonight. And we'll be waiting for you." He nods. "What are you doing up here anyway?" he asks. "Where's Destiny?" "Gone to visit uncle Ro and uncle Seth" I say smiling. "Tracey kidnapped her so I could come spend some time with you before you go." He smiles. "I knew she had her uses" he says smirking. I grin and slap him. "I'm such a battered husband" he moans, holding his arm. I laugh and lift his head up to check his chin. "Yeah" I agree. He smiles. "Hunter kept his word" he says handing me his phone. It's on twitter. "Ambrose v Ambrose" I read. "Ambrose won. This ain't Torrie's chin." I smile when I see the picture, Dean with his head tilted back, being stitched up. The retweets and replies catch me by surprise. "Who the fuck does she think she is?" I read. "Bitch! Dean should come live with me for some proper loving." I look at Dean and he knows what I've seen. "Opinions and assholes toots" he warns. "Let's sort it out." I frown as he pulls me towards him. He kisses me, softly at first, then more demanding as his tongue invades my mouth. My hands roam all up and down his perfect body, wincing when I feel the scar on his stomach. He moans as I pull away from his mouth to kiss his neck. He does something with his phone before putting it down and grabbing me, pulling me closer to him and rubbing against me. He pulls at the cord on my robe and moans when it falls open. "All mine" he groans, taking a nipple into his mouth and driving me wild.