A/N: Oh man…I think WWE are trying to kill me with President Panty Dropper's Fatherhood ads. Now there's a Behind the Scenes version which is even cuter than the first one. Just…sigh.

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Colby opened the front door and smiled nervously. Uh oh. "Hey, Sash."

"Do not hey Sash me!" Sasha stormed past him and into the house. "Where is he?" she demanded.

"Sasha, calm down," Colby begged.

"No, I will not calm down, Colby! Y'all didn't see the state I was in on Monday." She had watched in horror as Joe, in what she believed to be a sudden rush of blood to the head, crashed into the announce table after missing a spear. From the top rope. Colby had had to calm her down over the phone as he informed her of Joe's injuries; a severe concussion, a gash above his right eye that needed stitches and a twisted left knee. As a result, Joe would be out of action for about a fortnight. He was already back home, with Jon and Colby also having to pull out to sell the subsequent ambush of the Shield by the rest of the locker room at the conclusion of Raw. Sasha spent the past three days worrying and agonizing over Joe, and now that she could see him she was going to whoop his ass for putting her through this shit. "Where is he so I can shove my foot up his ass."

"He's upstairs, probably sleeping," said Colby. "Doctor says we should keep him stress-free so please go easy on him."

"Easy? Stress?" she scoffed, already trudging up the stairs. "All three o' y'all deserve an ass-whoopin' for givin' me stress. Tryna give somebody a damn heart attack. His ass better be awake if he knows what's good for him!"

"Ambrose! Run for cover!" Colby yelled up the stairs as he trailed behind Sasha. She smacked Joe's bedroom door open and was greeted with the sight of him sitting up in bed with Jon standing by the bed. His left knee was heavily bandaged and his eye taped. On the bedside table was a small bag of medicine. Seeing the look on Sasha's face, Jon quietly slinked away from the bed and stood beside Colby to watch the show.

Joe rubbed one side of his face, keeping away from his banged-up eye. "Shouldn't you be at work?" he said tiredly.

"I got Reggie to change my shift." Hands on her hips, she stared her boyfriend down. "But I got a more important question: Have you lost your motherfuckin' mind?"

Joe sighed. "Babe-"

"Hell no, you better answer me! What the hell were you thinking, jumping into the announce table from the fucking top rope?"

Annoyed, the big man rolled his eyes. Since the incident on Monday night, Joe was in pain. His eye still throbbed, as did his knee. He'd been given an injection and pain-killers after the show but none of it seemed to help. Add in the fact that he would be out of action for two whole weeks and possibly have to drop his and Colby's newly-won Tag Team titles and it was enough to put him in the foulest of moods. Sasha ragging on him only made him madder. "Did you seriously come all this way to chew my ass out? Because it don't change the fact that I'm already hurt."

"And whose fault was that?" Sasha retorted, "Wasn't me that told you to nearly kill yourself. What, you think you Colby now with all that Evel Knievel Reject crap?"

"Hey!" Colby protested.

"I don't need this shit," Joe grunted, looking over at Jon. "I've been stuck in this house for two damn days. I want out."

"Doc says you can't go anywhere, man," Jon said.

"Yeah, listen to him," said Sasha, "Better stay put before you do something stupid again."

Joe threw his hands in the air, his temper getting the best of him. "Oh, will you give it a fuckin' rest already!" he snapped, "You ain't been here all of five minutes and you already getting on my damn nerves!"

For a second Sasha stood frozen, blinking slowly in surprise. The expression quickly changed to one of anger. "Oh really? Well your boys are doing fine dealin' with your ass by themselves. I ain't got no problem waltzing out of here right now."

"Please don't," Jon begged. Joe had been cranky and irritable to the point that Jon wanted to strangle him. If anyone could set him straight it would be his girlfriend. "He doesn't mean it. It's the meds talking."

"Okay, time out," Colby stepped in between the squabbling couple, the peacekeeper as always. "Sasha, it was an accident. That was the pre-arranged spot but it was a bad landing. Unfortunately, that happens sometimes. And G.I., I know you're frustrated man, but don't take it out on her. She's just worried about you and she should be. Now relax, both of you."

The room grew thick with petulant silence as Joe and Sasha glared at Colby, knowing he was right. Sighing heavily, the mother of two faced Joe, crossing her arms. "Do you need surgery?" she asked quietly.

"No. Just bed rest," he replied stiffly.

"That's great news. You've probably been cooped up in this room since you got back, that's why you're being a baby," she said. "Come on. Let's go downstairs."

Joe frowned. "What am I gonna do downstairs?"

"I don't know. It's your house. You'll figure something out."

"Y'all are so cute when you bicker," Colby pointed out, and both of them gave him such dirty looks that he welped and hid behind a laughing Jon. "At least he's out of our hands for now, thank God," Jon commented, patting his younger friend's shoulder. "I'm going downstairs to fire up the X-Box."

The two men left, leaving Sasha alone with their teammate. Shaking her head, she looked around the untidy room. "So what do you need to take down with you?"

"You on babysitting duty then?" Joe asked, his ire dimming as his attention was drawn to her perfect ass in those grey leggings. Only she could make a simple tank top and leggings look so hot.

"Yep. Now what do you want?"

Joe licked his lips. "That ass," he answered without hesitation.

Sasha looked over her shoulder and saw his eyes fixed hungrily on her backside. "A minute ago you didn't want none of this. I was getting on your nerves remember?"

"I've changed my mind."

Shaking her head, she answered, "Not gonna happen, handsome. Not in your condition."

"You really think a bum knee could stop me from having sex?" Joe raised a challenging eyebrow, making her laugh. "Horn dog. You can't anyway. My monthly friend's in town."

Understanding, the big man groaned. "Ugh. The master of cock-blocks since the dawn of time."

Sasha gave him an amused look, absorbing the sight of him sprawled out on his bed. If someone had told her three months ago that she would be dating a man eight years her junior, she would have laughed in their face. If they'd told her that same man would be a professional wrestler, she would have recommended a trip to the mental institution. But here she was, tending to one of the most must-see young names in the profession today, who was currently acting a tad younger than his twenty-seven years. "Are you always this dramatic when you're hurt?"

"I am not dramatic."

"Sure you're not," she smirked. "Now what do you need? Seriously."

Joe licked his lips and thought. "Um, can you get my iPod and headphones from the table?"

Sasha walked over to the dressing table, finding his iPod and his Beats headphones. As she picked up something off the floor, Joe ogled her. Her leggings hugged her lower body perfectly, and her back was straight as she bent over, as though she'd practiced the posture for years. He could tell she was doing it on purpose but damn if he wasn't enjoying the view.

"Babe?"

Her voice snapped him out of his trance. "Yeah?"

"Anything else?" she asked.

"The iPod battery's probably dead, and I think the charger's on that side of my bed," he said. He made to reach for it but Sasha stopped him. "I'll get it." She started to go around the bed but paused, a wicked smile forming on her face. Why go round when she could just go across?

Crawling into the bed, she climbed over Joe's lap and pulled the iPod charger off the wall, all too aware that her rear end was pretty much in his face. She could feel his eyes burning into her, just like when she was at his dressing table, and was more than happy to give him another show. In a graceful yet stripper-like move, she slid forward slightly and arched her back, jutting out her backside even more.

Joe was drooling. Unable to stop himself, he palmed the curve of her ass, groaning when she instantly wiggled out of his reach. Getting off the bed, Sasha backed away and put her index finger in her mouth, holding his eyes seductively and trying not to laugh at his expression. This was payback for all the times he'd teased her in the past.

There was a predatory look in his grey gaze. "I'ma get you back, baby girl. You know that right?"

"We'll see," she winked. "Now get up, you big baby."

With Sasha's help, Joe made it down the stairs, and he joined Jon in the living room to play Call of Duty on the massive flat screen TV. Colby was in the kitchen checking his phone, and he muttered a greeting to Sasha as she walked by him. "Sorry about my grand entrance, Colby," she said.

"It's alright. You were just worried," the two-tone haired man waved away her apology.

"Colby..." she paused, smiling, "Why do I like your name? Colby."

He grinned proudly. "It's unique, compared to dimes-a-dozen Uno and Dos over there," he quipped, pointing at his two teammates duking it out on the X-Box. "There's like five Joe's and ten Jon's on the roster alone."

"You guys eaten yet?" she asked, bringing out items from the fridge.

"No." He craned his neck, beaming when he saw her chopping up vegetables. "You're cooking for us?"

"Looks that way," she answered, "Who else will do it now that Joe's hurt?"

"We could've ordered something, or asked Lauren to get us something," Colby shrugged, referring to his girlfriend. Sasha had met her a couple of times. She was a sweet little thing. She was definitely Colby's female counterpart and the mother of two thought they were precious together.

Sasha managed to rustle up an early lunch for the boys, consisting of fried chicken, mashed potatoes,vegetables and gravy. Not the healthiest menu, but since Joe wouldn't be able to work out for a while why not indulge a little? She took his plate over to him so he didn't have to get up.

"This looks great, babe," he complimented. It was even greater watching her in the kitchen from his vantage point. Her moving gracefully around the kitchen as if she'd been there a million times, her hands waving expertly over the pots as she stirred the food, chastising Colby for stealing a piece of chicken. The sight of her looking comfortable, looking at home in his home, warmed the Samoan's heart. It was definitely worth having his Call of Duty character get shot at a dozen times.

After lunch – for which Sasha was thanked very heartily by the boys – Joe fell asleep on the long couch in front of the TV. Colby and Jon went to run some errands but promised to return in time for Sasha to head back home. The mother of two took the opportunity to get a few things done around the house while he slept. She started by transferring some of his stuff from his bedroom to the guest room downstairs so he wouldn't have to keep climbing up and down with his bad knee. She tidied up his bedroom, gathered his dirty laundry and loaded the washing machine. As she returned to the living room with his meds, a text came through on her phone. The landlord, bothering her about the rent again. "Oh for fuck's sake," she grumbled.

"What is it?"

Joe's deep voice caused her to jump and clutch her heart. "Jeez, you scared me."

"Sorry." He gingerly pushed himself up to a sitting position, cringing a little as he tried to move his left leg. "You okay?" she asked, noting his discomfort.

"Been better," he answered, stretching the leg out. "So what's got you cussing like a sailor?"

She sat down on the edge of the couch with her back to him, sighing. "Nothing serious. Just a reminder that my rent's overdue."

That didn't sound 'not serious' to Joe. "Let me take care of it," he offered.

She went rigid. "No," she said firmly.

"I don't mind."

"It doesn't matter. I can't let you do that."

"Why not?"

"Because I got it under control."

Joe could only chuckle and shake his head. He knew quite a few proud women, but Sasha Morgan had to be right up there with the best of them. "I know you do, baby. But it don't mean I still can't take care of my girlfriend. Which is all I'm trying to do here. So let me handle it."

"Joe..." Sasha went speechless as he pulled out a credit card from his wallet and handed it to her. "Here. Use whatever you need. Call up who you have to and pay whatever is due."

Determination surfaced in his eyes again, and she knew he wasn't taking no for answer. "Fine." She sighed and grabbed her phone. Half an hour later her rent and light bills were paid up. Joe rubbed her back, staying quiet but looking rather pleased with himself.

"Thank you," Sasha said politely when she was done. "I feel like a gold digger, but thank you."

"You're not a gold digger. You've never thrown yourself at me. You won't hear me complainin' if you do though..." He winked, smiling when she rolled her eyes and smiled. He sat up and let her move further into the sofa so he could rest his head on her lap. "Mm," he sighed, snuggling against her, "much better."

Sasha gazed down at his bruised face, her thumb grazing a spot above his patched eye. "The craziness in the ring needs to be toned down, handsome," she stated. "It's trying to ruin your beautiful face for me."

He chuckled. "Okay. I'll try, but only for you."

"Thank you."

"I'm sorry I was a dick earlier," he murmured, his voice dropping meekly. "I know you were only worried about me. I'm just frustrated with the shitty timing of my injury. Colb and I only just won the Tag titles and now we might drop them because I'm hurt. Any kind of injury can derail a wrestler's momentum. I just don't want mine to affect Colby too."

Sasha combed her fingers through his hair. "It's okay. I understand why you're frustrated. But don't worry so much. Colby will be fine. You just focus on getting better and getting back to work. The rest will handle themselves."

Yawning, the Samoan nodded and closed his eyes, nuzzling her abdomen, and she was reminded of a big, pampered cat. "I like when you do that."

"Do what?" she questioned.

"Play with my hair. I'm not fond of other people touching it but it feels good when you do."

"Oh. Well, I can't resist. It's so long and soft," she said, stroking his hair again.

"Sasha?"

"Hmm?"

"Will you ever come on the road with me?" His eyes opened again, meeting her uncertain expression. "I'd really like it if you came along with me one day. You don't have to give me an answer right away. I know there's other stuff you have to consider."

Honestly, she had thought about it a few times. Traveling with him would be her first real foray into 'wrestler's girlfriend' territory. She didn't quite know what to expect, but if her experiences in the past couple of weeks were anything to go by, she was in for quite the rollercoaster ride. After a long stretch of silence, she said, "You're right. I'll have to think about it."

"Take all the time you need." Joe yawned again, feeling the sleep creeping back towards him. "Thank you, baby girl. For being here with me."

She smiled softly, caressing his face. There were very few places she would rather be than with him. "Of course I'd be here. My man's hurt and I gotta take care of him."

Hallo loves. My LLM exams are slowly approaching so updates may not be as quick in the coming weeks. But I've already planned this story all the way to the end, and I have a very tentative spin-off in mind. I seriously hope I can put it all down on paper but I'll just have to wait and see.

One of my quieter updates IMO. Thoughts? Please review. :)