A/N: Guess I owe you an update, huh? So the break is over, my guy is back, that means I am back. Enjoy.

Chapter 61

I arrived in Davenport and Colby picked me up from the airport. Leighla was at work and I liked the idea of having a chance to talk to Colby on the way back.

"It's good that you left the house for a while Sam. Take some time off, clear your head. Heal." He looked at my healing lip. It was getting better every day.

"But let me tell you, that your husband was pretty moody those last few days. He didn't really talk to anyone. Kept to himself and I guess he really thought things through."

I nodded. "He did. We talked. But I had to leave. For a while. I want to give him a chance…"

"But you also want to keep him at arm's length for a while to punish him." When he said it like that…

"You make it sound harsh and bad." I complained.

"Well, it is. You already know at this point if you really want to give him a chance or if you don't. You punish him and yourself and that is pretty cruel. So what did you decide?"

Shooting a dirty look across the car I folded my arms in front of my chest. "I will stay. Of course I will stay because I love him. But at least agree with me that taking this week off is understandable."

"I already did tell you that. I just hate the fact to be one of the people who has to deal with his moods the next couple of days. Promise me you talk to him when we get here next week, alright?"

I gave my best friend a smile. "I promise."

Colby left that night to catch his flight and Leighla and I were alone.

We did talk about the fucked up situation with Kim but she ensured me that I did the right thing. And that my decision was the right one.

We also planned for her wedding and watched RAW on Monday with some of her girlfriends at a girls night.

"So whom of those hotties is your man?" Heather, a cute little redhead asked.

I pointed to the screen. "The crazy one." Jon was just doing his best Dean Ambrose routine with rolling his shoulder.

"Oh, he is hot. Tell me he is as crazy in bed."

"He is actually completely different in private. Very relaxed, very laid back. In bed though…"

I shared a look with Leighla. "Wrestlers can be great lays. They are really strong, really flexible and some have stamina for hours." Leighla added smirking and we high fived each other.

Her girlfriends all gave us dirty looks now but we just smiled and continued to watch the show.

The next Wednesday our men came back from the recent shows. Colby and Leighla hugged and kissed for like the longest time while Jon and I stepped from one foot to the other, just hugging briefly.

Colby let go of Leighla long enough to greet me with a "SAM!" and I replied "COLBY!" and he grinned like a maniac and said: "The swing follows later. I gotta talk to my girl." and with that he dragged Leighla away to their bedroom.

"Okay, this is awkward. Wanna grab a coffee somewhere?" Jon asked and grabbed his jacket.

"Sure. I know just the place." We took my rental to a nice little place that Leighla had introduced me to. We took a table outside because it was actually pretty nice outside.

"So, how have you been Sam?" Jon looked at me and treated me really cautious. It felt like he walked on eggshells around me still.

"Good. We had fun this week, talked about wedding stuff all the time and really had a good time. We watched RAW on Monday with some of her girlfriends. What about you?"

"I missed you Sam. I missed talking to you. I know we want to take it slow but..." he shoved his hand through his hair. "It's frustrating, and tiring and lonely."

He grabbed my hand and kissed it.

He wasn't wrong. I hated that foreign feeling between us, in all our time together as friends, lovers or as a married couple, we were always close. Now it felt like there was a gap between us, almost like strangers. What he voiced was the need to touch, to connect again.

"I miss us, too." I mumbled and was interrupted by the waitress with our coffees and the wonderful chocolate muffins they served here.

Jon waited till the girl walked away then he moved his chair closer to me.

"You know how I work Sam. I need to feel connected to you. Deprive me of sex all you want, I don't care, but I need to touch you to be okay."

I moved my hand over his neck. "I know that, and I hate the distance between us. It's harder than I thought to get back to the old us. But fuck Jon, I want us back as much as you do. That bitch fucked us up enough. But I need you to tell me..."

Again that stupid waitress who interrupted us again. She was a very pretty brunette and only now I noticed her low cut blouse and her eyes fixed on my husband.

"Can I get you anything else?" she asked, only looking at Jon.

He sighed and turned to her with an annoyed look, his gaze fixed on her eyes.

"No, we are fine, but how about you back off, because I am having a conversation with my wife here, okay? I am taken so stop pulling that blouse any lower, you embarrass yourself."

The waitress gasped, her eyes firing daggers and then she turned and left with a certain hip sway.

"You mean this? I need to tell you, that you are the one for me. You are Sam. I wavered but I learned my lesson. I don't need to look left and right when I have everything I need right here. And give me time and I will proof this to you again and again. No more distance Sammy, please, because it is killing me."

"No more distance." I repeated and we kissed each other and it felt like the first time again. Jon was tender and thorough and I had to resist the urge to moan. I occupied myself by playing with the hair at his nape. He was in a desperate need of a haircut and a shave again, but I couldn't care less about a beard-burn right now.

After what seemed like forever we moved apart, heavily breathing.

"You should really try the muffin, its heaven." I pressed out, a little short of breath.

Jon did and made a face. Okay, it was a little sweet maybe and he didn't like sweet very much.

But that gave him reason to feed me his muffin and I gladly obliged.

Somewhere between bites Jon got rid of his jacket because it was sunny and warm and we had a place in the sun. I noticed women checking him out now, not only the waitress. And I was pretty sure some dudes knew who he was but they had the decency to walk on, not bothering us.

"You know, every muscle you gain now will not stick when you have to recover from the surgery. It might be only three weeks, but you will lose all this mass."

He had worked out hard in the past month. He was still small compared to Roman, Ryback or some other guys, but you noticed the work he put in. Combined with his Vegas tan he was sex on legs.

"Don't tell me that. I am still under the impression that it will stick and soften the muscle reduction a little. I have to be in shape this summer."

"I know." I grinned and hoped that everything turned out for him the way he wanted it to turn out.

"Do you think they are done?" my husband asked after an hour at the café.

"I think Colby has more stamina than that."

"How would you know?" "Girl talk." I winked.

"I hope you told them that we have regular night long sex sessions which sometimes last till way after lunch." "Sure, sure. I might have told them that the reason for stopping is always me."

Jon grinned. "We should go to a hotel, test that theory. I feel really uncomfortable to do the dirty deeds at Colby's place."

"Are you shy? Oh my that is so cute." I touched his cheek and he moved his head away, annoyed.

"I am not shy. I am just considerate. I don't want Colby to feel threatened by us."

"We can try something new. Be really quiet and use little movement because I have to tell you that the bed squeaks."

"You have to be kidding me." "Nope, and I wouldn't put it past Colby that it is squeaking on purpose, so his house guests behave."

"That's...oh my God, I think you might be right. That bastard." Jon laughed.

"Do you mind checking in a hotel for two nights?" he asked after calming down a little and his gaze got stormy.

"Not at all, but I want a Jacuzzi, you are all tense in your shoulders and I want you to relax a little."

"A Jacuzzi it is. Come on, let's tell Colby the good news."

He grabbed my hand and when we touched we stopped for a second locking eyes and it felt like before. We understood each other. I am pretty sure we were both thinking the same thing. Thank God this worked out between us. Thank God we are still standing strong. Thank God we will still live this life together. Us against the world.

Colby and Leighla were in the kitchen, Colby was fixing himself some shake.

"SAM!" he said and I couldn't press out my part of the routine because he was swinging me around already.

"You look beautiful. All better I see." He had his back to Jon and looked me in the eyes, asking me the real question without talking. Everything better with Jon?

"Yes, all healed up." I answered him and he grinned and hugged me again.

"Hate to break you two apart, but Colby, I wanted to let you know that Sam and I will stay at a hotel for the next two nights. I don't know who puts up with your squeaking bed but we won't. I am sure you understand."

Colby snickered. "Couples hate to spend the night with us. But you are the first to actually do something about it. We don't mind bro, but we will have dinner tonight, have a good time, right? The four of us?"

"We wouldn't miss that in the world Colby. So we will go, get us a nice hotel room and meet back here around seven for dinner?" I looked at Leigh to check.

"Yes, I have a great kitchen help now, and maybe, just maybe he has to take the thrash out as well."

Leigh and I high fived. She referred to an old interview where Colby had said, that she grounded him, made him normal, and some fan girls were furious that he has to take out the trash when home.

Ridiculous.

"Do you have to take out the trash as well?" Colby asked Jon.

"Nope. I am a superstar. I am beneath that stuff."

"Superstar my ass." Colby replied and they were playfully locking up and grappled each other.

I decided to grab some stuff for the hotel stay, I would move back here when Jon left, and 20 minutes later we left with a recommendation from Colby for a nice hotel not far away.

The hotel was really luxurious and we got a really nice room with not a jacuzzi but a jet bathtub, the next best thing.

Jon and I studied the bathtub and looked at each other.

"No time like the present." I said and started to unbutton the buttons of his polo shirt.

He wanted to start undressing me as well, but I slapped his hands away. "No touching. This is my turn." He held his hands up in surrender and just watched me with hooded eyes.

I should have been used to this, but somehow I started to struggle with the tiny buttons and he smirked, helping me with them. After the last button I slapped his hand away again and he smirked even more.

"Didn't know you were into this kink." he growled and I looked up at him. "You wish. I need to have the control this time Jon. Do you understand?"

"I do wife, I do. Do your best and your worst to me."

He leaned back against the sinks and let me do my thing, not interrupting me again.

At one point, after all his clothes were scattered on the floor, his breathing became heavy and I guided him to the bathtub which was full of water by now and the jets were streaming.

"Get in, I'll be just a second."

He got in the hot water and watched me intently while I undressed quickly.

I slid in behind him and he sighed. "I wanted to watch you."

"Yeah, well, you can some other time. I want you to relax. Lean back into me and I take care of your shoulders. You are really tense."

He did as I asked and I started to rub his shoulders. Gently at first, working deeper into his sore muscles after some time.

Jons' eyes were closed and he tried really to relax and enjoy this.

After my fingers started to cramp I pulled him against my chest and folded my arms across his impressive pecs drawing lazy circles on there with my fingers.

"Feeling better?" I asked and he just grunted, too lazy to speak.

"I've missed this. Us. Being all quiet and content around each other."

"Then why are you talking." he drawled and grabbed my hands to guide them lower.

" 'nough talking wife. More work..."

"Bastard." I grinned but I was happy to oblige his kind request.

When we arrived hours later back at Colbys' for dinner he took one good look at us.

"Thank fuck man. You two, you belong together, you know that right? Everything else is just plain wrong and an injustice."

Jon groaned about the Shield reference but Colby and I high fived. I loved my Shield quotes. I knew so many by heart. Not just because my husband was one third of the group, but because deep down I was their worst fan girl I guess.

Suddenly Jon and I were both in a big hug from Colby. "Fun aside. I am glad. Simple as that. Let's eat."

Colby turned and now my husband and I shared a look.

His eyes looked bewildered whereas mine sparkled with mischief.

"Why does it seem he took the whole mess harder than we did?" Jon whispered. "Because he is our sensitive puppy. His little heart can only take so much." I whispered back.

"Are you making fun of me?" Colby called from the kitchen.

"No." we both answered and Jon grabbed my hand to lead me into the living room where we would eat. He gently squeezed it before he went to greet Leighla again.

We were good or getting there. This would only make us stronger. Right now I could see that and believe that.