Chapter 50

Sunday. Day of the Royal Rumble 2015.

Three days ago Doctor Yang cleared me for my trip to Los Angeles. She saw no harm in sitting in a car for four hours, sitting on a chair for another hour and go to hotel afterwards. But I really had to take it slow.

So on Sunday morning, Leighla, Jessie and I got into our car to drive to Los Angeles to see our husbands wrestle tonight. We arrived in good time and went backstage, me going really slow, getting get well wishes along the way.

We found all three of our men and Jon immediately picked me up to get me to the lounge room where a TV and a nice comfy sofa awaited me.

"You stay here until it's time. You need anything you let Nattie know who will keep an eye on you when Leighla and Jessie are out there. Natti, when she acts up, put her in a sharpshooter. I have to go, finalize some things. I love you Sam."

He kissed me goodbye and I waited for a backstage help to get me when it was time for the Battle Royal.

I joined my two girlfriends at ringside and I had to take a couple of deep breathe to calm myself.

Roman was in first at number 8. He fought well and handled himself fine until Dean's music hit marking his entry at number 17.

Roman turned to the entrance and ignored everyone else, pumped up for the fight with his former team mate. And they went at each other's throats like two Tasmanian devils.

They were just taking a breather circling each other when again the music of Dean played, Seth was obviously number 18.

And Seth and Dean attacked Roman together now all three man ignoring the other opponents and Dean and Seth were trying to throw Roman over the top rope.

All of a sudden three or four other superstars tried to eliminate the complete ex Shield all together but they failed and Roman, Seth and Dean could crawl back into the ring.

The crowd went wild when the three looked at each other and at the guys who had tried to throw them over the top rope. It seemed like a better enemy was found and they worked together until only the three of them were left.

Each one stood in a corner, Dean trash-talked Roman, Seth watched calmly and Roman sassed both until they all stormed at each other beating the crap out of one another.

The fight went to the rope and they all tried for a quick elimination.

Seth broke free ran into the ropes at the other side and was catapulted out and launched himself at Dean and Roman. All three went over the top rope and hit the floor perfectly synchronized.

What the hell? It was at our ring side and it really looked like the all hit floor at the same time.

It turned out that the camera at this side was not really able to paint a clearer picture because one of the refs blocked the view. The three of them talked angrily with each other, the referees argued and everyone believed to be the rightful winner. Even Dean and Seth argued who were a tag team.

Finally Triple H came out and announced that tomorrow at RAW this matter would be solved.

Dean leaned right in front of me and I couldn't resist touching his waist and when the PPV went off air he turned and kissed me shortly. The fans around us mostly smiled at that only two girls a couple of seats over shot us dirty looks.

There was still the main event to come, but I had to go back.

Dean or rather Jon now was waiting for me, he was drenched in sweat and kept me at arm length and ordered Nattie to get me back on that couch.

He still had to do an interview with Renee Young and the press conference and it took him over an hour to return freshly showered and in street clothes to me.

"There you are. The Battle Royale was amazing." I said and enjoyed his tight embrace.

"Thank you." he mumbled and checked my face now for signs of fatigue. I was pretty beat and wanted to lie down somewhere. We would spend the night at a hotel before us girls would return to Vegas tomorrow and the guys would do Raw in LA as well.

Jon didn't wait for his friends. We tagged along with Cesaro to our hotel and Jon carried me from the parking lot to the elevators.

He only let me down in front of his room to open the door then he picked me back up to carry me to the bed.

Closing the door he returned and his face told me what I already knew. He was pissed because I was not doing ok and he probably blamed himself for allowing me to come.

"I am just tired Jon which is perfectly normal given the fact that I spent over two weeks mainly in bed. I am fine, I promise. You could come to me and listen to my heart."

That was something that bothered me the most. My husband didn't touch me since I got sick. Before there was rarely a night where we didn't sleep with each other and now he only touched me to help me out but not in a passionate way. Hopefully that would change when I got back on my feet.

"Get into bed Sam. You are tired and I have a long press day ahead of me tomorrow. Go, sleep." Jon urged me and shrugged out of his own clothes.

"I could have a look at your schedule." I tried and he just looked at me. "No way. Get in bed now Sam."

It hurt that he wouldn't touch me but I was too tired to argue at that point so I crawled into bed beside him and he would at least hold me now.

"Congratulations." I mumbled again before I fell asleep.

The next morning when I woke up Jon was already gone. That was rare and I just found a piece of paper on the pillow beside me.

"Press day. You slept so peacefully. Love you, J."

Okay…

The girls and I returned to Vegas the next day. Jessie stayed for two more days with Leigh and I and we had a great time.

At Raw HHH announced that all three ex Shield members would face the Champion at WM 31 in a fatal four way match because no winner could be determined. Right after that segment Leighla put the TV on mute and looked at us grinning. She was in a really good mood today.

She draped her right hand skillfully on her knee, exposing a ring there.

"Is it what I think it is?" Jessie asked and I blinked. "No! He didn't!"

"He did. Last night after the Rumble. I said yes." She smiled from one ear to the other.

"Congratulations girl. When will the wedding be?"

"In the summer. I want a big one. I want nice weather and a wedding outside."

Wow so Colby popped the question. Seems like I was out of the loop a bit.

"We have to celebrate this." Jessie said until her eyes landed on me.

"Its fine. Go ahead and I won't tell on you. Promise. Go out and have fun it is Vegas after all."

They needed a little more pushing but finally went out to celebrate a little.

I got a call from Jon a little while later.

"Guess where we go right now?" "To celebrate?" "Yes. So Leigh told you? Are you celebrating really calmly as well?" "Yes, really calm. You can't hear a thing can you?"

"You are alone. Sam!" "Don't Jon. They wanted to go out. I'll be fine. Well to be honest I thought we could raise that telephone bill but you go out with the guys. I will be fine."

"No. No I'll stay back. I can't even drink. I am fine here talking to you."

"No. Go out. I will hang up now and I will not answer the phone until tomorrow morning. Please babe. Enjoy the night with your brothers. I will be fine and if anything changes I will call you right away. Give Colby my best. Love you."

I hung up. That was to be expected that Colby would celebrate with the guys as well. But damn now I felt lonely. I don't really like to go out that much but with my girls and my boys...it would have been fun. And I bet Leigh would have stayed in Los Angeles to celebrate it. If it wouldn't have been for me..

And now everyone celebrated. And I hated being sick. I hated being left out. I hated that my husband wouldn't touch me anymore.

I went to bed with my phone and something inside of me hoped that Jon would just have a water with his boys and return to his room to call me. We could chat on facetime...

I stared at the screen even after Leigh and Jessie got back around 1 am. Nothing. It stayed black.

Jessie had to get back home the next day and Leigh would return home on Wednesday.

She would miss Jon by an hour or so, but I could totally be alone for an hour, right?

I had talked to Jon just briefly yesterday. He did what I asked him to, but women don't work like that. We say: Go out and party. What we mean is. Return soon and talk hours to us on the phone.

I didn't bring it up anymore, I swallowed that because it was childish on one hand. I was still too sick to go out but life had to go on for everyone else and I couldn't ask them to wait for me to get better

And life really did go on..