The guys are in catering and I'm lying on the sofa in the locker room with Destiny. She's asleep on my chest, snoring lightly and sucking her thumb. She looks so much like Dean when she sleeps. I hear footsteps and the door opens. As Dean pokes his head around the door he's pulled backwards. "This ain't your room" Roman growls. "My daughter is in there" Dean growls back. "Shoulda thought about that" Seth says. "Your room is down the hall. Use it." The door opens again and this time it's Roman, Seth and Randy who walk in. "And that" Randy says walking over and kissing me on the head. "Is why we told you to lock that door, princess." "She fell asleep" I say. "I didn't wanna wake her by getting up. I didn't think he'd turn up though." Seth nods. I sit up gently and manage to lie Destiny in her pushchair without waking her. Seth looks me up and down, licking his lips absent mindedly. "You, uh, managed to change then" he finally says. I smirk and nod. "Figured I'd show him what he's missing" I say giving them a twirl. "The old Torrie is back." Tight denim shorts, crop top, fishnets and knee high stiletto boots. "He is gonna freak" Randy says. Roman smirks and nods. "Care to take a walk Torrie?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. I smirk and nod at him. "I need to go to catering" I say. "Kinda hungry." They're magic words. Randy is a feeder. "Go eat" he says quickly. "My match isn't until later. Destiny is safe with me." I smile and kiss him. "I know she is" I say quietly. "We both are. And we both love you." He smiles and hugs me. "I'll see you in a little while" he says quietly. I nod and walk out, closely followed by Roman and Seth.
We manage to get to catering without bumping into Dean. I grin and fill a plate with pasta and chicken before sitting down with the guys. "So who have you got tonight?" I ask spearing some chicken and putting it in my mouth. "Uso's again" Seth says. Just as I'm about to answer, Hunter and Michelle walk in. I swear Michelle blushes as soon as she sets eyes on Roman. I smile at them and they walk over to us. "Torrie?" Hunter says frowning. "I thought you weren't scheduled to be here tonight." "I'm not" I say. "But, I figured, if I'm here with the guys at least I'm not blacking Renee's other eye." He nods. "Wise choice" he says kissing my head. "So, as you're here, how do you fancy doing some work?" I groan. "Not exactly dressed for work Hunter" I say looking at my clothes. "On the contrary" he says smiling. "You're a diva, Torrie, this is how you're meant to dress. So?" "Doing what?" I ask warily. "Ah, you know" he says. "Toying with the crowd a little, let them think you're not here when the guys go down to the ring, have your own entrance, just basically be ringside." I nod. "I can do that" I say. "But I better go hide in case Jon sees me. He's not to know, ok?" Hunter smirks and nods. "I'll come with you" Michelle says quickly as Roman and Seth stand up. Hunter nods. "I'll call if I need you" he says before heading back to his office.
"He is officially driving me crazy tonight" she groans as we walk to the locker room. I laugh and put my arm around her. "Oh poor pain in the ass" I mock. "What you need is a good man to be around." "Know any?" she asks laughing. "None spare" I say putting my arms around Roman and Seth. "These are mine. My personal Ambrose guards." She laughs but throws a sneaky glance at Roman. "I saw that" I whisper in her ear. She shakes her head quickly. "Whatever you think you saw, forget" she warns. "I can make your working life a lot worse than Ambrose can." I grin. "Oh this is gonna be so much fun" I smirk as I open the locker room door. "Hey Michelle" Randy says as she walks in. "What brings you to our little corner of the corridor?" "That little cutey in the pushchair" she says peeking in at Destiny. "And the hot Samoan with the thoroughbred mane" I whisper, leaning over the pushchair too. "Torrie" she warns. "Seriously Michelle" I groan. "Do you really think Hunter scares me?" She groans and shakes her head. "I rest my case" I say smiling. I pat my pocket and groan. "Shit" I say opening the door. "I'll be right back. Left my phone in catering." Everyone nods distractedly as they watch the screen. I shrug and run out into the corridor.
Dean is sat in catering, spinning my phone on the table. "Figured you'd come back for this" he says, not even looking up at me. Great. So much for keeping my outfit a secret. I make a move to grab the phone and he puts it out of reach. "Two minutes Torrie" he says quietly. "That's all I ask. Two lousy minutes." I groan and pull out a chair. "Ok" I say, sitting down. He looks at me quickly. "Really?" he asks. I nod. "Yeah" I say. "I mean, two minutes I got, at least I'm not wasting the rest of my life on you." He winces. "Is it really a waste?" he asks quietly. "Fuck yes" I reply, a little too loudly. "No woman wants to waste her time, or love, on a nobody who thinks he's somebody and who can't keep it in his pants! Jeez Jon! What sort of a mug do you take me for?" "It's not what you think" he groans. "I did it for you?" "Excuse me?" I shriek. "You kissed her, for me? Sorry to ruin your fantasy darling, but me and that skank ain't never gonna happen!" He shakes his head. "Ah fuck!" he yells. "You don't get it, do you?" "Clearly not!" I say as my phone rings. He looks at it. "Orton" he sneers. I hold my hand out, frowning as he hesitates. "Jon" I say slowly. "Randy is with our daughter. If something is wrong, and you're not letting me have my phone..." That does it. The phone is in my hand before I finish the threat. "Hey babe" I say, answering it. Dean winces. "Oh, right, ok, I'll be right back. Love you too ass hat." I hang up. "My mistake" I say. "He has to go for his match now. I have to go." "Dammit Torrie talk to me!" he yells as I run back down the corridor.