Five weeks. Five long, hellish weeks have passed since I left Dean sitting on the sofa crying. Five long weeks of having to see him moping around at work, of seeing the sad look in his eyes when he collects Dessie for his nights with her, the look when he brings her back and has to leave her with me. Five weeks of nightmares. It's been bad. Randy has even set up camp in my room. The days Dean has Destiny I spend in the gym. The whole day. We're about to find out how much of a good idea that's been. It's time.

"Ready for this?" Randy asks as we walk the corridors backstage. I shake my head, smiling. "Nope" I say. "But no turning back now." We hear the chants and smile. There's something about a live event that still gives me goosebumps. Dean is in the ring at the moment, battling for the United States championship against the Miz. Randy smiles as Destiny catches sight of Dean on a monitor and starts cooing. "She knows her papa" he says looking at me. I nod. "Sure does" I say, wincing as Miz clotheslines Dean. I look at the screen and frown. "He hasn't got up" I say, handing Destiny to Randy quickly. "He's selling, Tor" Randy says, adjusting position so Dessie can still see the monitor. "No" I say shaking my head. "He wouldn't sell a clothesline like that. Somethings wrong." "Calm down Tor" he says quietly. I look at the monitor and Dean starts to get up. I breathe a sigh of relief and Randy smiles. "Told you" he says kissing my head. I smile and nod, but I know I'm right. There's no way Dean would sell a clothesline like that. I make a mental note to question him about it after his match. Or mine. My match is straight after his. Layla walks up to me and hugs me. "Ready?" she asks. I smile. "Nope" I admit. "But I guess that's tough luck, right?" She grins and nods. "Relax" she says hugging me again. I nod and sneak a glance at the screen. Layla sighs. "Don't you think this has gone on for long enough Tor?" she asks quietly. "Look at you. You're both miserable as hell. How much longer can you carry on like this?" "As long as I need to" I say, looking at her. She shakes her head. "Six weeks Tor" she says. I nod. "Six weeks of being amicable for Destiny's sake Layla" I say. "There's nothing there any more. Jon and I, well, there is no Jon and I." She shakes her head as the bell rings and the Shields music hits. I look at the monitor quickly. "He won?" I ask Randy. He smiles at me. "Sure did" he says. "Papa won Dessie" I say, taking her from Randy. She smiles as I hug her, watching down the corridor for Dean.

I hear him before I see him. "Back where it belongs baby!" he yells running down the corridor with the belt held high. Randy shakes his hand and I smile, waiting for him to come to me. Dessie squeals when she sees him and he looks at her quickly. "Well hello Destiny Mae" he says walking over to us. He looks at me and I nod, watching as he takes her from me and hugs her. "Well done Jon" I say quietly. He looks at me and points at his cheek. "Gimme some sugar" he says smirking. I kiss his cheek and he moans. "I miss you" he whispers before I pull away. "Torrie!" Layla calls. I look up the corridor and she beckons to me. "We're on!" she yells. I nod and kiss Destiny quickly. "You..." I start. Randy nods. "I've got her" he says. "Go, win, and win well." I kiss him and he smiles. "Kick ass doll" Dean says quietly. I nod and walk up to Layla. "Tell me to mind my own business" she says quietly as we walk to the gorilla position. "But I could tell, and so could Randy, you miss him Tor. There's more to this than just being Dessie's parents." I take a deep breath as my music hits. "Mind your own business El" I say quietly. "Please."

I step through the curtains and smile as the boos reach my ears. "The following contest is set for one fall" Justin announces. "And it is for the WWE Divas Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, from Cardiff Wales, Torrie Ambrose!" I get in the ring and show off a little before my music ends. Layla's music hits and the crowd goes wild. We've worked hard to build this feud up over the past few weeks, looks like it's worked. I smirk as she gets in the ring and holds the belt up high. "It's coming home with me Ambrose!" she yells. I smirk and shake my head. Her music ends and she hands the belt to Charles. He holds it above his head before passing it out of the ring. He looks at us and we nod slightly. "Let's go" he says and calls for the bell.

She goes for me straight away. Clotheslines, moonsaults, DDTs, the works. I manage to get a few defensive moves in, but she's really strong. "Turn it" she whispers in my ear. I nod, knowing now it's my turn to take control. I hit her with everything. The swanton is the killer though. The crowd pops like mad. "Awesome" she whispers as I pin her, yelling in frustration as she kicks out on 2. "You know the move you're winning with Tor" she whispers. "Stop avoiding it!" I groan and play about with her for a few more minutes before hitting her with the Dirty Deeds. I pin her and the crowd counts. "1,2,3!" they yell. My music hits and there are some cheers. I grin as Charles hands me the title. "Look up Tor" he whispers. I frown and look up the entrance ramp. I smile. I can't help it. Dean, Seth and Roman are up there, all holding their titles in the air. I smile and hold mine up too, before sliding out of the ring and running up the ramp to them. Seth and Roman grab me and swing me around. "Knew it babycakes!" Seth says hugging me. I smile as Roman kisses my head. "Hey!" I squeal as I'm pulled away from Seth. Dean turns me around to look at him. "Time for some more of that acting we've been doing for weeks doll" he whispers, before dipping his head and kissing me softly. I moan and run my free hand through his hair. He pulls away from me and winks. "Nice acting" he says before raising my arm and leading me through the curtain.

I run to Randy as soon as we're through the curtain. "Hey Dessie" he says. "Momma and papa both got their shinies back. Now it's uncle Randy's turn." I smile as I take her from him. "Get it done Randal" I say kissing him softly. He moans softly and kisses me back before kissing Destiny's head. "Orton, you're up!" Carrano yells. Randy groans and waves as he runs up to gorilla. I settle in front of the monitor with Destiny to watch his match against Cena. "Uh, Tor" Dean says. I look at him as he runs his hand through his hair. "Can we, uh, talk?" he asks. Layla holds her arms out. "Pass her to auntie El" she says. "We'll stay and watch uncle Randy. You two get whatever needs to be said out in the open." Dean shakes his head. "We don't need to move from here" he says. "I, uh, just wanted you to know. I'm dropping the title tomorrow to Ziggler. I'm leaving. You win."

And now I go into hiding...