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"Dad!" yells Natalia as she comes out of her ballet class and wraps her arms around me as I pick her up from class.
"Hey," I say with a smile as I wrap my arms around her. "How was class tonight?"
"Good," she says with a smile as I wave to her ballet teacher before we walk out of the studio.
"That's good," I say, "how was school today?"
"It was good," she says. "I love my new school. I already have 5 new friends," she says, "that's a lot more than I had at my old school and the kids are a lot nicer. I love it," she says as she opens her car door and I do the same.
"I'm glad," I say with a smile as I put on my seatbelt, "so what are your new friends' names?"
"Well, there's Ava, Chelsea; she's my best friend, Ella, then there is Ben and Tyler," she says.
"Ben and Tyler?" I ask pulling out of the parking space, "those sound like boy names."
"They are," she says with a smile. "They're cool you will like them," she says. "They are just my friends. I'm not into having a boyfriend or anything like that yet. That's not for me."
"Good," I say with a smile feeling relief settle over me.
"But I do need to go bra shopping soon and I will probably be getting my period soon," she says as I cringe at the sound.
"Um," I say, "you might want to save that talk for your mom she can help you with all of that, the bras, the tampons all of that your mom can help you with."
"Well, I am pre-Pubescent is what they call it. I'm going to go through some changes soon. I'm going to get my period and I'm going to get boobs. And I'm going to need to shave my legs soon. Mom already had to buy me deodorant," she says.
"Yes, you're pre-pubescent. Are you sure you don't want to talk about this with your mom? She would know more about that stuff than I would. I just know that a period comes once a month. That's all I need to know. Your mom can give you more information than that. You should talk to her about it." I have no idea about girl stuff like that. I just know my wife has a chest and that she used to get a period once a month and if she didn't we were in trouble. I don't want to have this talk with my 11 year old daughter. I hate the thought of her becoming a young woman. I just hope it doesn't happen on my watch. I would pass out. I won't handle it well. "So your mom is working late. I thought we could order pizza for dinner what do you say?"
"Okay," she says, "that sounds good to me. Mom always works late."
"I know," I say, "she has a busy job. She's got a lot of things she's doing."
"I know," she says, "I'm glad she has a job but she works a lot of hours and she's always gone and I'm home with the nanny most of the time. It gets boring. When Oliver comes is she going to be home more?"
"I hope so," I say, "but I'll be around a lot more now especially with my injury. I am off for 6 months. I'm going to make the best of my time off while I heal."
"Cool," she says, "not cool that you almost broke your neck but cool that you're home for 6 months. I miss you when you're away."
"I miss you too," I say. "Do you have any homework tonight?"
"No, I did it while I was waiting for my class. Ashley helped me with it before she left."
"Oh," I say, "I see. What all did you have to do?"
"I just had some math homework you know my favorite class but it was the reading I had problems with. When did you learn to read better?"
"I was probably about 11 or 12 years old," I say. "It just takes a lot of practice, Natalia. I know it's not easy but it will happen. We just see words differently than everyone else. It will happen for you. I promise."
"I know," she says with a smile. "How is your neck?"
"It hurts a little bit but it's getting better. I start physical therapy next week. I have a few exercises to do every day to strengthen my neck. It's going to get better."
"That's good," she says as I drive us home.
When we get home Natalia goes up to her room to change out of her ballet stuff and to take a shower while I order us a Hawaiian pizza. It's her favorite type of pizza. I let Milo out before I go upstairs to my room to change into a pair of sweatpants before I meet Natalia in the living room as she's watching some show on the Disney channel. I join her after I let Milo back into the house and shortly after our pizza arrives. We sit down in front of the TV at the coffee table and eat our pizza. "So you have a birthday coming up," I say, "what do you want to do for your birthday?"
"I don't know," she says before taking a bite of her pizza. "I think I want to have a party but I don't know if I can."
"Why not?"
"I don't know," she shrugs. "I just don't know if mom has time to have a party for me."
"I'm sure she will," I say, "mom wouldn't miss your birthday for anything."
"She has before," she says, "I just really want to have a sleepover with Chelsea, Ava and Ella do you think I can have a sleepover?"
"I don't see why you couldn't. I'll talk to your mom and see what she thinks about it. We'll figure it out."
"Thanks, Dad," she says with a smile as she eats her pizza. "Maybe I could get mom to take me shopping in New York or take us shopping in New York," she says. "Maybe we could spend the weekend in New York. Chelsea would be the only one I invite."
"It's your birthday whatever you want to do it is up to you. I'm sure your mom would LOVE to go shopping. She loves shopping."
"Mom likes to shop in Italy and France more than New York City but she likes to shop and so do I."
"I know you do," I say with a smile. "You two and your fashion, I am just fine wearing sweatpants, basketball shorts, a t-shirt and stuff like that. I don't need to get dressed up or wear designer clothes."
"Cause you're a guy," she says with a smile, "you don't understand it."
"I don't understand why someone needs to spend $100 on a pair of underwear or spend $100 on an outfit or better yet $500 on a pair of Italian shoes or $200 on a pair of heels. I'll never understand it."
"Mom spends $100 on a pair of underwear?"
"Yes unfortunately," I say, "she likes to spend money, we have it so she enjoys it. I don't blame her but I love her in a pair of sweatpants, a hoodie and sneakers just as much as I love her in a designer dress or designer jeans. She's beautiful to me no matter what but she likes the luxury I guess. You don't need all that expensive stuff, Natalia."
"I know," she says, "but I like it."
"I know because we have created a monster."
"I'm not a monster, Dad," she says with a smile.
"Okay, you're not a monster," I say with a smile as we finish eating our pizza.
After we're finished with the pizza I put what's left into the refrigerator before I watch a couple of TV shows with Natalia before I send her to bed. I check my watch to see that it's after 10pm and Ana still isn't home yet. I call her cell phone and don't get an answer but she texts me back almost instantly to tell me she's still at work and she will be home soon. I wanted her to work for WWE but I didn't know the price of not seeing my wife for more than a couple hours of the day would be what I pay for her to have the job. She's working too hard and needs to relax. All of these late hours and long days can't really be good for her or the baby. I turn on the Walking Dead to watch while I wait for her to get home but before I know it I'm falling asleep on the living room couch.
"You shouldn't be sleeping on the couch," says Ana before I feel her soft lips on mine. "Time to wake up, Baby," she says.
My eyes flick open and I see her dark brown eyes staring down into mine. "What time is it?"
"A little after midnight," she says in a whisper. "I'm sorry that I'm so late. We were debating on what to do with some of the superstars. Creative meetings are the worst sometimes," she says as I sit up and she takes a seat next to me still dressed in her black dress showing off her beautiful baby bump and her dark hair pulled into a neat bun on the nape of her neck. "Mike doesn't agree with Roman's push as champion. He wants Roman to lose the belt at the next pay-per-view but I stood up for Roman so we debated about that for an hour. He's never going to win with me when it comes to Roman and now since you're out they are trying to figure out who to push in your place."
"So I lost my push?" I ask.
"I wouldn't say you lost your push you're just off TV for a while. We'll write you back in when you get the okay from the doctor and you'll finish your feud with Kevin Owens. We already know that is in the works. Now you can use this as revenge in your storyline. It's brilliant the smartest thing Mike has ever said."
"So who are you pushing now that I am out?"
"A few names came up. Dolph Ziggler was one of them and Cesaro is another. I love Cesaro. He has so much charisma and for whatever reason I feel like they have been passing him by. I feel like they have been ignoring his talent and his dedication. I finally got everyone on board with the idea to give him the push he deserves. It's about time."
"That's good. He was the most underused talent on the roster. They never paid him the respect he deserves. I'm glad he's getting his chance."
"Me too," she says as she takes off her heels. "So how was Natalia tonight?"
"She misses you when you work so late and so do I," I say as I kiss her lips softly.
"I miss you guys too. I think I need to start cutting back."
"That is probably a good idea. I don't want anything to happen to you or the baby because you're working so hard and so long. I mean isn't it stressful for you?"
"I'm fine," she says. "There's nothing to be worried about and Oliver is doing fine too. He's been doing backflips all night long."
"He's pretty active huh?"
"He must get that from his Daddy," she says with a smile as I put my hand on her stomach and feel him flipping around. "Do you feel him?"
"Yeah," I say with a smile. "We had pizza for dinner if you're hungry. I put the rest in the fridge."
"No thank-you. I ate there and Oliver doesn't like pizza sauce," she says as I rub her stomach. "How does your neck feel?"
"It's getting there. The doctor said I can start physical therapy next week so I'm looking forward to that."
"That's good," she says with a smile. "So how was Phoenix and everything with your dad? How did that go?"
"It went surprisingly well," I say as she leans into my chest as I wrap my arm around her shoulders. She runs her hand up and down my chest as I kiss the top of her head. "I am going to give the guy a chance. I mean it's been a long time. I can't hold onto the past forever and expect to enjoy my future. I want to give him a chance, I want to know him and I want the kids to know him too but that won't be for a while yet. I want to see how things go with us first. We talked so it was a good talk. I forgave him and we're moving on."
"I'm glad," she says as her fingers comb through my chest hair. "Can I ask you something?"
"You know you can ask me anything," I say with a smile as I take in her scent. "You never have to ask me, Ana."
"How did you get these scars on your chest?" she asks taking her hand over the scars from my childhood reminding me of the pain and the torture I went through as a child. She has seen my body countless times and has never asked me about them once. I don't know what triggered her to ask me now and she never asks about my childhood because she's always respected the fact that it was a difficult one for me. I never talk about it much. I inhale a deep breath before I let it out. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."
"I want to," I say as she takes her hand over the scars again and I stop her hand. "I had a rough childhood you know that."
"I know," she says as I kiss her knuckles.
"Well, my mom had men in and out of the house often. She would bring her clients home and Mack her pimp you remember him, the asshole that took my mom away."
"I know, I remember him well," she says as I feel her shiver and I hold her a little tighter. She still struggles with the rape after all these years.
"Well, he didn't like me. I wasn't his favorite person. It was like I was always in his way. He would smack me around a few times a day. He would kick me around and sometimes he would burn me. His way of punishing me sometimes was by burning me with a cigarette or a lighter. It hurt so bad," I say thinking about the painful memories. "He hated me. He made it his goal to hurt me, to break me. When I got old enough he would kick me out when he didn't want me there and my mom didn't do anything to stop him because he was her boss. She would have gotten her ass kicked. Mack hated me. He made it his mission in life to destroy me and hurt me. He kicked and beat me around, burned me and treated me like crap till I could fight back. When I was 5 years old I couldn't do anything but when I turned 13 I started to fight back and I started to stand up for my mom. He hated that. We had a lot of fights. Sometimes he kicked my ass and sometimes I kicked his. I have a few scars from those fights but the scars on my chest came from when he burned the hell out of me."
"He burned you?" she asks with concern.
"Yeah. It hurt like hell too but I got used to it you know. I just got used to the physical abuse and the mental abuse. I didn't know what love was like I said until I met you. I didn't have the best life as you could see. I never saw myself as a bad person though. I just thought I was a good person living in a world of bad people. I tried to do good, I tried to do the right thing but I fell off the track. I fell into the life of the streets."
"For what it's worth, I didn't think you were a bad person," she says as I keep my hand on her stomach feeling our son kick. "I thought you were a good person. I thought you were sweet and caring. You're a little rough on the edges but your interior is beautiful. I always loved your interior. I loved your heart. It was one of those never judge a book its cover types of thing. You know because some books can have the ugliest cover but have the most beautiful words inside. That was you to me in high school. I'm glad you're my baby daddy."
"Are you saying I'm ugly?" I ask.
"No," she says with a small laugh. "I think you're the hottest guy on this planet but I think you have the most beautiful inside and you're more beautiful inside than you are out if that makes sense. I mean you are damn I love waking up to you every morning hot and having sex with you every night hot and the damn that's all mine hot but I love your beautiful inside and I'm the only one that gets to see it, to see you so intimately. That's beautiful to me."
"Well," I say, "You're just as beautiful inside one of the most beautiful women inside that I have ever met but you're my damn I love waking up to you every morning hot, having sex with you every night hot and the damn that's all mine hot too," I say with a smile before I lay her down on the couch covering her body with mine. "I love you, Baby."
"I love you too," she says with a smile as she places her hands on my shoulders. I kiss her lips softly and passionately. "Wait," she says stopping me. "Are you finally in the mood?"
"Ana, I've been in the mood. I just feel better tonight," I say with a smile as my blue eyes look into her dark brown eyes.
"Let me take control this time," she says with a smile. "Can I?"
"You never have to ask that either," I say with a smile as I sit up and help her sit up with me. "Whenever you want to be the boss go ahead."
"Dean," she says, "an equal marriage remember?"
"I know I take control most of the time it's your turn now," I say with a smile, "equal marriage."
"Okay," she says with a smile as she straddles me, kissing me deeply and passionately as my hands wrap around her waist, her hands in my hair before her kiss breaks leaving us breathless. Her soft lips kiss around the back of my ear before she nibbles softly on my earlobe. "We have wedding stuff to do tomorrow," she says between her soft delicate kisses and soft nibbles on my neck.
"Mmm hmm," I say as I close my eyes as she's carefully kissing my neck avoiding my incision. "Whatever you say," I say in pure bliss as her lips find my chest. Her trail of soft kisses and soft nibbles on my abs make them tighten and a low growl escapes from my throat. I feel her kisses going lower as she kisses around my belly button. I feel her tongue tip into it making me shiver. I feel my erection growing in my sweatpants. It's becoming painfully hard as she takes her time kissing my stomach, marking it with her love bites. My breath hitches as she reaches the waistband of my pants. She removes herself from me as she pulls the waistband of my sweatpants down, her teeth glide across my pelvic bone and I feel myself release a little pre-cum as she nibbles at my pelvic bone softly, my erection growing more painful, harder with each nibble. I can't take it anymore and a deep groan escapes my lips. She pulls my sweatpants down exposing my thick and throbbing erection. The tip of my dick moist with pre-cum. She takes me into her hand stroking me softly, gently making me groan and growl in pleasure. She takes her tongue over the tip of my dick, licking the pre-cum before she takes her tongue up the length of my erection and back down, licking, savoring every hard inch of me. She takes the tip of my dick into her mouth, sucking it softly, slowly, her tongue working magic. She takes more of me into her mouth, sucking me softly her tongue working its magic and animalistic growl escapes me as she takes me deeper into her mouth.
"Fuck," I say through my deep breaths as she sucks harder, deep throating me. "Damn, Ana," I say enjoying her making love to me with her mouth. I growl and groan the deeper she takes me the harder she sucks me. She's got an insatiable hunger for me. I feel my dick thicken, feel it start throbbing an animalistic grunt escapes from my mouth as I fire my hot seed into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, she milks me taking every drop of my semen into her mouth, pleasuring me she swallows every drop before I pull out of her mouth. "It's my turn," I say with a devious smile. "Let's go upstairs," I say as she stands up. I pull my sweatpants up and lead her upstairs where I show my appreciation to her, making love to her all night, pleasuring her and showing her how much she means to me, making love to her till the sun comes up.
*A/N: Not really much to ask but what did you think of Natalia missing Ana while she works? Do you think Ana is working too much? What about her enjoying the life of luxury? What did you think about Natalia hitting Dean with the puberty talk? Would you say that Dean is back to his normal self? Please review and thank-you for reading.