"Jon, we need to talk" I said quietly as we got inside the house. The weeks had flown by, and my seven and a half month pregnant belly was starting to slow me down. He stopped putting the bags down and looked at me. "I don't like the sound of this Jord" he admitted quietly. I nodded. "Just put the bags down and come sit with me?" I asked. He dropped them all at the same time and walked straight into the kitchen, in the complete opposite direction to me. "Damn it Jon!" I yelled, following him. He grabbed juice out of the fridge and looked at me. "You haven't had a drink for hours Jordan" he said harshly. "I'm making you a juice before we sit down and have your supposed talk, ok?" "Uh, ok" I said, turning my back on him and heading back towards the lounge.
I had just got comfortable on the sofa when he walked in. "Shoes off" he said, handing me my juice. "In a minute" I groaned. "I can't reach my feet Jon. Just let me rest a second." He shook his head, handing me his juice too before pulling my shoes off. "There" he said softly, taking his juice from me. "Do I need to be sitting for this talk?" I nodded and he groaned. "What have I done this time?" he asked, sitting opposite me. I frowned. "Nothing, I think" I said. "What makes you think you've done something wrong?" "Oh I dunno" he said. "It's just, every time you give me the we need to talk speech it's cos I've fucked up somehow." I shook my head. "Not this time" I said. "You're fucking perfect Jon. These past few weeks I couldn't have asked for a better husband." "But?" he asked sceptically. I smiled. "No buts, Jon" I said. "Seriously. The thing is, in around six weeks, we're gonna have a baby. And, well, we haven't planned a single thing. Hospital. Names. Nothing." He looked at me blankly. "Whatever you want, I'm good with that" he said. "I mean, it ain't me who has to push it out. Whatever pain relief you want, seriously, take it. I want you to be as comfortable as possible. And of course I'm gonna be there." I nodded, taking a deep breath before hitting him with the next sentence. "I want to have our baby here" I said. "I want a home birth. Just me and you, and a midwife. Oh, and a birthing pool. Nobody else." He nodded slowly. "Ok" he said finally. "And I don't want to travel anymore" I said quietly. "I can't Jon. I'm too tired constantly." He looked at me quickly before nodding again. "I knew this would come" he admitted. "And I know it's for the best, for you and for Floyd. So ok. Doesn't mean I ain't gonna miss you though." "I'm gonna miss you too papa" I said, standing up and going to sit by him. I totally misjudged the gap and sat half on his lap. "Jeez Jord, you lump" he said laughing. I punched him then cuddled into him. "Love you" I whispered as he kissed my head. "Love you too momma" he whispered back.
He seemed to relax a lot after that, and our days off flew by. "You don't have to come to house shows Jord" he reminded me softly as I packed our bags ready for our trip. I nodded. "I know babe" I said. "I think this weekend will be my last one. Let's go out with a bang." "I like the sound of that" he said, taking the bag from me and dropping it on the floor before pulling me into his arms. "Seriously jord" he said. "If you wanna stay home, stay. I'm not gonna force you to travel now." I nodded. "I know" I said. "One more week, ok? I need to sort time off with Hunter." "Ok" he said kissing my head. "As long as you're sure." "I am" I said, kissing him back. "Let me finish this packing and then I'll sort some food, ok?" He shook his head. "Let me finish the packing, then I'll sort the food" he said picking the bag back up. "You go rest." I smiled. "When did you get so perfect?" I asked. "When I met you" he said simply. "Now go." I smiled and left him packing while I went to rest in the lounge.
"Hey sleepy" he said, shaking me gently. "Here, eat this." I took the sandwich from him and sat up slowly. "Ow Floyd" I groaned, rubbing my side. Jon frowned. "You ok?" he asked. I nodded. "Foot in ribs" I said. He grinned. "I get that all the time" he said. "Owens is a brute!" I laughed. "Trust you" I said, watching as he sat down slowly. "What is it?" I asked. He winced. "Hunter called while you were sleeping" he said. "Um, at TLC, which is next weekend, I'm going over. I'm getting the Intercontinental Championship from Owens." "That's amazing!" I said, my sandwich forgotten as I threw my arms around him. "You hear that Floyd? Papa gonna be champ!" Jon hugged me then sat me back. "There's more" he said. "Being champ means more appearances, more time on the road. This couldn't have come at a worse time Jord, with Floyd due anytime now I don't wanna leave you alone." I nodded. "We'll get through this Jon" I said. Let me have a word with Hunter tomorrow, ok?" He nodded. "You always did have a way of convincing him otherwise" he grinned.