We watch the show that night from backstage. Dean has decided it's safer that way, especially after our little trick last night, and I totally agree with him. He hasn't moved from by my side all night, his arm has been around my waist constantly, the growl that comes from his throat warning enough to anyone who even dares to look in my direction. "I love you" he whispers for the thousandth time. "I love you too Jon" I say, looking up at him. And I really do. His phone rings and he smiles. "It's Ro babe" he says, waving it at me then heading off to a quiet corner to answer it. Drake appears straight away. "Hey Torrie" he says kissing my cheek. "I hope I didn't upset you last night in any way?" I front. "How would you have upset me Drake?" I ask. He shrugs. "I'm just saying" he says. "I know some of the girls were a bit forward about their intentions towards Jon." I smile. "Slightly" I say, looking over at where Dean is still on the phone. "At least I'm not the jealous possessive type!" He laughs. "Yeah" he says. "I'd better go, I think we're all heading to a bar after this, you gonna come?" "Uh I'm not sure" I say looking over at Dean again. "We kinda got an early flight back, couldn't bear another minute without Dessie. Jon will probably want to come for a beer or two though, just to say goodbye and stuff." Drake nods and waves as he heads off. I look up as Dean touches my arm. "You ok?" he asks, nodding after Drake. I nod. "Why wouldn't I be?" I ask. He shrugs. "No reason" he says kissing me softly. "What did Younger want?" "Oh" I say. "Just said they're heading to a bar after the show and asked if we wanted to go." He nods. "Yeah ok" he says. "Farewell drinks, then back to bed with my beautiful fiancée. Sounds like a plan. I love you Torrie Good." "I love you more, Jonathan Good" I say, kissing him softly. He shakes his head. "That ain't possible doll" he whispers.
We've been at the bar for about an hour before the rat crew walks in. I groan and Dean looks at the door. "It's fine babe" he says kissing me. "They know the score, right?" I nod and cuddle in to him. Drake brings another round of drinks to the table and sits down, exhaling loudly. "You'd think they would have got the message last night" he says, gesturing to the rats at the bar. "Jeez Mox, it's a wonder your ears aren't burning with what they're saying over there. Yours too Tor." I smirk. "I can probably guess" I say, taking the drink from Dean. Drake nods. "You probably can" he admits. I smile as Dean puts his arm around me, sending a clear message to the girls at the bar. I lift my drink with my left hand so they can see the ring on my finger, and I smile as they shake their heads and look away. "Nicely done Good" Dean whispers in my ear. I smile. It's the first time he's called me Good, it's normally Ambrose. "I think you need to take me back to the hotel" I whisper back to him. "I need to feel Good, if you know what I mean." His drink is slammed down onto the table and I'm pulled to my feet faster than I can think. "Gotta go guys" he says. "Early flight and we still haven't packed. Been nice catching up with you, don't leave it so long next time. Actually, come visit us. You're more than welcome. Come meet our baby." Drake looks at me and I nod. "More than welcome Drake" I say hugging him. "It's been nice meeting you all." They smile and shake hands with Dean, hugging me before letting us finally make our way back to the hotel.
We're barely through the door before I'm tugging at Dean's shirt. "Fuck doll" he moans, lifting his arms up so I can pull it over his head. I kiss my way down his chest as I unbutton his jeans. He moans and puts his fingers under my chin, gently bringing me back up to him. "Kiss me, Good" he moans. I smile and kiss him gently, moaning as he deepens the kiss, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close to him. "Marry me, Good?" he moans. I smile and nod. "It's on the to-do list" I say kissing him. He smiles. "It better be right at the top" he warns. I grin. "And if it isn't?" I test. "I'm hurt, doll" he smirks. "Marrying me should be top of anyone's list! Marrying you is top of mine." I smile. "Glad to hear it Ambrose" I whisper. "Now, strip, and I'll see what I can do about making it top of my list." He smirks and does exactly as he's told.
"So?" he asks an hour later as we're cuddling in bed. "Is it top of the list now?" "Mmmmm" I moan. He laughs. "Tired, Good?" he asks kissing my head. I nod and he pulls me closer to him. "Tor" he whispers. I look up at him. "Ro told me where Raw and Smackdown are from next week. We gotta spend Sunday travelling." I groan. "Where?" I ask warily. He takes a deep breath. "Don't stress out babe" he warns. "You're not helping Jon" I say sternly. He nods. "Ok" he says. "Spill Ambrose" I say sitting up. "Ok" he says looking at me. "Baby, the shows are from Vegas. We have to go to Vegas."