Chapter 60

I sat at our kitchen counter in comfy clothes, my nerd glasses on and worked on my computer. I tried very hard to keep busy to stop myself from thinking about Jon. He would be back any minute. His flight had arrived an hour ago...I had checked I admit that.

Right now I was working Tumblr, reblogging all kinds of shit, mostly Roman and Seth related, just because.

The front door opened and Jon walked in. He left his stuff in the hallway and walked up to me throwing his car keys on the counter.

"Brilliant move Sam, kudos to you. I had to take a cab here."

I looked up. He hadn't shaved since Sunday and he looked rough and delicious.

"I hadn't picked you for the guy that would have walked here anyways. But maybe for the guy who would let a fangirl drive him here. Or maybe a stripper."

"Fuck it." He slammed his hand on the counter and I jerked a little.

"Stop with all those snarky comments. Either talk to me like an adult or shut the hell up." he yelled and ran his hand frustrated through his messy hair.

"I thought you like kids so much." Sometimes I had no filter in my brain, sometimes I didn't know when to stop, or maybe in this case I wanted to drive him mad.

He was in my face a second later, his index finger inches away from my nose and his eyes were blazing. When you didn't know Jon you might have thought this was scary. Your 225 pound pro-wrestling, muscle-packed husband getting in your face. But it wasn't. Him acting out on his anger was better than him giving me the silent treatment. But it was a thin line here and I maybe had to take one step back. Maybe not, lets find out what he does when he gets really, really worked up.

Right now he was border lining on Dean and Dean was unpredictable.

"Stop Sam, this is my last warning. I have not the patience for this crap right now. So stop!"

"Or else?" I arrogantly countered and slid from the chair. I still had to look up to him but that was alright.

"You don't want to find out." he growled. "Really Samantha. I am done with this crap. Find me when you've grown up and want to talk about this."

He turned around but I grabbed him by the arm and spun him around and he reacted by grabbing my wrist. It hurt for like a second then he eased the grip immediately.

"Careful woman." "Or what? You want to hit me as well? Maybe that is what Kim and you secretly like and get off on."

Again he stepped into my face, backing me against the counter.

I grabbed his shirt collar and tightened the grip.

"Does Dean like it rough?" I whispered and that's what made him step back.

"Fuck all this." He ran his hand over his face and walked away.

He really didn't realize that he went lunatic fringe on me. Sometimes the lines blurred.

I gave him room to breathe for five minutes than I followed him into our bedroom.

He sat on the floor facing the door and smoked, a habit he never had stopped in our time together.

I closed the door behind me and sat down on the floor at the door, leaning against it and looking at him across the room.

"So, talk Jon. I am listening."

He sighed and started to talk.

"You were obviously right about Kim from the start. And I liked her a lot, she was like a sister, she made me believe that we had so much in common, from a crappy childhood, to the drinking problem, to the crazy attitude in ring. She said all the right things, pushed all the right buttons. That is something I am not used to. There is only one person who ever understood me so completely. You. And it really turned me on. But I never said one bad word about you to her. I never would because there is nothing bad to say. When you drive me up the walls, that is not a bad character trait on your side but on mine. So, no I didn't say anything to her about you. Believe me, when she gave me that drink at Kanes party I knew something was up. But you waltzed in there and made a scene. In front of our co workers. I was so pissed Sam because you don't normally do that and you know I hate it. I understand now why you did it. That there was panted up anger in you. But that night I was just so mad. At Kim for giving me that stupid drink, at you for making a scene and it was easier to be mad at you because I thought we could work it out eventually.

When Kim got all grabby that night I almost overstepped the line I promised you I would never ever overstep. Until she kissed me. It was...nothing. I swear I was hard before but that kiss changed that instantly. I hear the rumors about her as well Sam, and when she kissed me all I thought about was her fucking mouth around another man's dick and that was pretty sobering. That's when I left her there under her expressive protest. That's why she sent me those stupid selfies. BTW, I need a new number. Well, you saw the pictures, my phone was on the bed when I walked out of the shower and I really wanted to talk to you, but you were gone and I just thought OH SHIT because I knew where you would be going and I knew what WWE does to people getting physical outside the ring.

Colby and I just rounded the corner and I saw her punch you and it looked nasty and I wanted to puke for a moment. Colby grabbed Kim and I just wanted to get you out of there. And again I was angry because damn woman, I knew why you did it, and it worked I wanted to strangle that little bitch for hitting you, but I also thought that you were so damn stupid because of the consequences and it was just a matter of minutes and I would have talked to you and now you risked your job. Because I had been an idiot. That's why I couldn't really look at you that night, seeing you bleed and hurt it made me dizzy. I was mad at you, because you didn't warn me about Kim, but I know that I wouldn't have listened and that you didn't tell me because you know me so well. That I will stick to my friends blindly. That is a gift I always thought but now I realize that it can be a course as well. So Sam, when we work this out, I want you to tell me EVERYTHING in the future, even things I will hate you for. Because I seem to be too stupid sometimes. I know I hurt you. Hands down, I almost strayed but I stopped and I know now that I will never do that again. I know you had never a reason to doubt me, but now you do, and I HATE that doubt in you so so much because I can never ever repair that crack fully, it may heal but it can easily reopen when you find reason to doubt me again. And I hate this so so much, you have no idea. I tainted our trust and our relationship for a little psycho bitch. Sam, please forgive me and I promise I will work for your trust again. I will try every way possible to fix that crack, repair it and strengthen it so it will not crack again. I am in your mercy."

And he did something I thought he would never do. He got on his knees, hung his head and waited. He was right about that fucking crack and everything he said was sincere and it made me understand the whole situation better. And I was ready to forgive him because he was the other half of me and I missed him. It felt like we didn't spent any time at all together the last few weeks and I wanted my husband back beside me. So I crawled over to him and took his head in my hands and wrapped him in my arms.

"Thank you Jon. We will make it work. We always do. Right?" I raised his head and he had tears in his eyes. "I almost blew it...again Sammy. I am so sorry." "I know. Quiet now. We will figure it out."

But right now, figuring it out meant for me to move into the guest room that night.

Jon watched it with an emotionless face.

"Let me at least…" he offered but I shook my head.

"No. You got those high-tech nasa foam mattresses for yourself, so use them. I'll be fine."

With that I closed the door in his face that night and he respected it and left me alone.

The next morning he left for a work-out really early and right after he had left I started to pack my stuff.

"Where are you going?" He asked 2 hours later when he returned. He looked exhausted he must have tired himself completely out. And now he stared at my suitcase with horror in his eyes.

"I put all your gear into the washer. It's done in an hour." I answered instead.

He grabbed my hand. "Sam. Please. Don't leave me. You said we will make it work yesterday."

"You think I am leaving you?"

He nodded.

"No, Jon. I will fly up to Leighla. Help her prepare for the wedding. Take some time off. Maybe you fly up there as well next week before we have to go to Florida for your surgery."

"We?" he asked quietly.

"Yes, we. I will not leave you Jon. I just need a little distance. We have been almost every day together for over a year. We can use a little time to ourselves. I mean…"

"You mean, alone. As in…alone. No other women. Sam, it was not like that. I don't go out and look for the next ring rat now."

He tried to ensure me but my eyes got cold.

"You better not. Because when I read something about Mox being back in the game on one of those godforsaken sites I am done here. And I will not let you defend yourself. I will just leave. Jon I ask one thing, and one thing only. For your loyalty which means to me that you don't cheat on me. That is the one thing I will not accept. You want to leave me. Do that. But don't go behind my back, please. I am not the wife that will close her eyes to this."

He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. "This is what I was talking about. That crack. Sammy. I love you. I married you because you are the one for me. I staggered but it will not happen again. Fair is fair. When at one point in the most distant future I feel like I have to get out of the relationship I will tell you. I swear."

"Good. Well, my cab is probably waiting. Your schedule is on the table. See you next week in Davenport hopefully."

I grabbed my suitcase but Jon held me back, turned me around and crashed his lips to mine. Desperately. Scared. And full of emotions.

"I will come for you. I will always come for you Sam. Believe that."

"I try." I answered him and brushed my hand through his hair before I finally left the apartment.

A/N: Maybe I was a little unclear at the last chapter. I will take a little time off with this story. A small summer break. I called it movie break because it will probably fit the time until Dean comes back to WWE. So when you spot him on your TV set prepare yourself for the next chapters!

I had all of this written a long long time ago, re-wrote a little bit, but it was mostly done when I started posting this story. Now I ran out of chapters. But I know where I want to go and how to go there.

There were always "parts" in this story. Like scene in a play.

Sam in Florida, The meeting, Time off in Germany, the wedding, Relapse, etc.

There will be 5 more of those "parts" still coming with more or less chapters to each.

-Davenport

-Surgery in Florida

-A stay with the Anoa'i clan

-Money in the Bank 2015

-Summer Slam 2015

So this will not end here! Stay tuned!