Chapter 34
About three weeks later, I was a constant travel companion with the guys now and always with them, still learning the arts about media relations, a big day for me was actually in Las Vegas.
An USCIS agent had announced his visit at our home for the mandatory interview. And the day couldn't have been any worse. Our flight was late and I had to call the guy to let him know that we would be an hour late. Oh joy.
When Jon and I arrived at the apartment the guy waited up front.
"Sorry to keep you waiting. The flight was delayed." I explained.
"No problem, it gave me the chance to talk to some of your neighbors."
"Oh? Did you talk to the elderly couple, Rosa and Tim Brooks? They keep our mail."
"I did talk to them, yes." he replied. Okay, not a really chatty guy.
We had walked to the apartment while talking and Jon opened the door for us.
"She did all the decorations. It's not really my thing. Coffee?" he asked and the guy who's name was and I am not shitting you, Dean Anderson, relied with a yes.
Jon went into the kitchen and left me alone.
Ummm, hello? Aren't we supposed to present to him that we loved each other?
"Well, okay, ummm, do you want to look around? I am not entirely finished since I travel with my husband all the time now. And I would have cleaned up but we left Thursday night and are just back, so please excuse the mess. This is our bedroom."
The sheets were all over the bed, there was actually a bra of mine on the floor, next to Jon's boxer shorts. For the first time in my life I was not entirely ashamed of the mess because that is what the guy came to see.
I was almost asking him if he wanted to take a look in the closet, because I read that they do that sometimes. But research would mean I prepared for this visit. So I kept my mouth shut and kicked our underwear under the bed when I was sure he had noticed it.
"Sorry." I said and opened the bathroom door where both our stuff stood around in no real order.
He made notes the whole time and we left the bedroom and I brought him into the living room, pointing out pictures of Jon and I back from 2012 and also from our wedding.
Once I had him seated at the table I went to Jon. The guy could still see us since we had an open kitchen so I put an arm around him and whispered:"You are not supposed to leave me alone Jon. WE have to prove that we love each other." He looked down at me. "Babe, what do you want me to do? Take you right here?"
He turned around to the guy, who was watching us with interest.
He winked and grabbed the coffee cup and I followed him to our dining table.
Jon served the coffee and sat down, and I plopped down beside him grabbing his hand.
"Look, Mr Anderson. My wife is really nervous about all of this. She has a box with stuff for you to look at to prove to you guys that this a marriage of love, or whatever the fancy term is."
"Bona Fida." I said and Jon looked at me. "Right. So, you can gladly look through all the stuff. You can look at the wedding pictures. You can call my friends, my boss, you can call Vince McMahon but everyone will tell you this: Try to take my wife away from me and I will get seriously pissed. She was actually the one who I had to persuade to move here. She loved me alright, make no mistake, but she was scared to leave her old life behind. Well, look at her finger now, look at mine..." He grabbed my left hand and put it on the table.
"We are married now. We love each other." He took of his ring gave it to Mr Anderson. "Read the inscription." he ordered and the guy read it.
Everything happens...J.+ S. 05-10-14 till (infinity sign)
I took off my ring and gave it to him as well.
...for a reason. J.+ S. 05-10-14 till (infinity sign)
"I met her Nov. 6th 2010. We know each other for almost 4 years. I loved her from day one. She is my soul mate, my friend, my advisory, my lover, my wife, my everything. I am a pretty private person Mr Anderson, that's why I don't show you the PDA you are maybe hoping for but I want you to know, that I spent literally every single night in her arms, because she will be working together with me. I could provide for her, she doesn't need to work. But she wants to work. She doesn't want to rely on the community, she wants to give back. This is a love marriage if ever one is, and I will go get the box for you, or Sam can boot up her computer and show you all the fan photos on the internet of us. Because you know I am in the public eye being a wrestler and we can hardly leave the apartment without being recognized. So that is the reason why I am a little distant right now because just google Dean Ambrose Girlfriend and you will get 1000 pictures that can tell you so much better that this is love."
Jon took the rings back and put mine on my finger and I did the same for his. He kissed my hand and my mouth trying to nail this thing.
"Do you have anything to add Mrs Good?" The guy Anderson asked.
"Nope." Jon and me grinned at each other.
"Google that as well." I added. "But let me give you the documents you might want for your file."
I got three letters, one each from Joe and Colby, one from Stephanie McMahon, stating that this marriage was a marriage for love. I got some wedding picture copies, the invitation, pictures of our stay in London last November and a couple of letters addressed to us both.
"I hope this helps."
He looked through them and I went to sit down next to Jon who grabbed my hand again, not letting go.
"This looks fine. I understand you being a public figure Mr Good, and I appreciate it that you don't put on a show for my sake. I am pretty sure that when I would look into your suitcases, that your clothes are mixed in there as well."
"Actually she has half her stuff in mine." "That's not even true. I just had to put some shirts in your bag." I defended myself and slapped his arm which got him laughing.
"Your neighbors told me that in fact you are really quiet, seldom home though, but whenever they catch a glimpse you would hold hands. I found a perfectly normal household with all your stuff mixed here as well, and clear indications that you spent your nights together. Sex doesn't mean love, but as I said, many couples put on a show for me. But I like to look at the little things. You grabbing her hand, stroking it, your wedding bands. And in fact I looked online and saw a lot of shit there, but also some pictures of fans of the two of you. So all in all I am very happy with this, I see no indication of a fraud here. I will issue the green card for you Mrs Good which means you can legally stay in the USA for two years. You have to apply for a permanent residence after the two years. Details will be in the mail. I also understand that there is a job waiting for you already, and you can start when your green card arrives, which takes about two weeks. I will take the documents you gave me with me for the file, but everything is in good order. Welcome to the USA Mrs. Good." He shook my hand.
"Thank you Mr Anderson." I almost wanted to hug him but Jon held me back and escorted him out.
When he came back I was bouncing up and down like a lunatic. So basically like he did in the ring all the time.
Jon watched amused. I hopped to him and he caught me midair and I put my legs around his waist and he easily held me up. "I will get a green card. I can stay." squealing still I kissed him. "I heard that Mrs. Good. Thank God, because I was so nervous." "I noticed." By now I knew him very well and when he got really quiet he was nervous. Normally you would think that all his twisting and turning during interviews meant he is nervous. Well, wrong. He is just extremely bored then, or acting in character, when he gets really still he is nervous or really mad.
"How long can you hold me up like this?" I asked and he laughed. "When you keep rubbing against me not much longer." He walked over to our couch and dropped me down. "He should have stayed to see this." Jon whispered.
A/N: The next chapters will take a little time. I want to add to them, rewrite them a little but they will be HUGE. Something BIG will happen that might change the lives of Jon and Samantha forever! Stay tuned!