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Chapter 1

The professional wrestling world was set on fire again.

Jon Moxley had returned, and Dean Ambrose was dead.

Was this really happening?  Was this real?  She pinched herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming and shut her eyes, feeling the small zip of pain rush up her arm.  Delilah had to take a deep breath and stood from the bed in her hotel room, wincing since she’d had a hell of a match earlier that night.  Currently, she was on the Independents and working for Impact Wrestling, alongside her brother, Sami Callihan, but she wasn’t just a valet to the ring.  She was also a professional wrestler and could kick ass and take names with the best of them in the women’s division.  Sami currently had a group within Impact called Ohio Verses Everything – The oVe.  It was a group that consisted of everybody born and bred in the state of Ohio and included the Crist brothers – Dave and Jake, along with Madman Fulton and of course, Sami and Delilah.  oVe had taken everything by storm the moment they stepped foot into Impact and they’d been making a name for themselves ever since, telling WWE and any other wrestling organization to stick it.

Sami had tried being in WWE and was known as Solomon Crowe in NXT – WWE’s developmental brand.  The company wouldn’t allow him to be himself, however, trying to make him portray a character he wasn’t comfortable with.  Sami was more than just a cruiserweight and that was all WWE saw him as.  He’d been champion in multiple Indie companies, but WWE never gave him the chance he’d been searching for.  Same with Delilah and she had DOMINATED the women’s division in NXT, but they held her back because she wasn’t what they were looking for. 

She wasn’t a ‘brand’. 

When it came down to it, that was all WWE cared about was ‘branding’. 

That wasn’t what TRUE professional wrestling was!

Sami and Delilah both were released in 2015 and went back to the Indie scene to try to save their careers.  They wound up going to Impact Wrestling – It used to be called TNA, but the company went through a huge change in management and whatnot – and Sami started the oVe.  It was perfect because every single person in the group was legitimately from Ohio.  There was one more Ohio man to add to the group, if he was interested, and that was Jon Moxley, who was Sami’s former tag team partner in a company called CZW, as well as other Indie companies.  They were tag team champions together in several organizations and known as the Switchblade Conspiracy.

Rumors had been circulating for months about Jon Moxley leaving the WWE. 

He was known there as Dean Ambrose and had made a huge name for himself, along with a lot of money.  The man was a legend in the Indies and how WWE treated him was completely wrong and unjust.  Forcing him to change his name, forcing him to be somebody he wasn’t.  He had torn his triceps in late 2017 and was gone out of action for eight and a half months, finally returning in September 2018, one week before the Summerslam pay-per-view event.  And immediately, WWE began dumping all over him just like they did before he got injured.  Jon deserved better, but he had to ride his contract out and he did that…and now Dean Ambrose was no more. 

Dean Ambrose was dead. 

Jon Moxley had returned and Delilah could not stop watching the video on the Twitter, not surprised when her brother immediately shared it to social media.

Jon had been their friend, their confidante, somebody to look up to in the Indies and when he went to WWE, Delilah knew he would never be truly happy there.  It took the man seven and a half years to come to the realization he just wasn’t meant to be in the WWE and now he was out of that prison, just like the video showed, and forging a path of his own to blaze across professional wrestling.  Sami had sent out a tweet ‘Switchblade. Conspiracy.’ a few weeks ago.  Had Jon listened?  One could only hope, but there was also AEW – All Elite Wrestling, a new wrestling organization lead by the Rhodes family, the Young Bucks, Kenny Omega, and a man named Tony Khan, who’s father owned the NFL Jacksonville Jaguars and he was a co-owner of the team – on the horizon as well, which Sami was contemplating leaving Impact for.  They had accomplished a lot in the short amount of time they had been in Impact and Sami had been talking about giving oVe a fresh start.  Not to mention, all the Indie companies were integrated these days, so the wrestlers weren’t just LOCKED DOWN to one specific company.  It gave them a chance to really make a name for themselves in various companies, get their names out there further, even though it was very hard work, a lot of travel and little sleep, and also strenuous on the body.

Delilah looked at her phone, seeing Sami tagged her in the video she had already watched several times and smiled, liking and retweeting it.  Not even a minute later, her phone rang. “Yes, Sami?”

“We have to get him here!  We have to bring him back and get him in the oVe, Del!”

Jon had been part of a group called the Shield in WWE for years – YEARS – and it had really dictated his career, so she didn’t see the man jumping into a group right out the gate. “That’s not going to be easy, Sami.  And you know why.” They knew all about Jon’s history and everything WWE had put him through because of the Shield. “Let him come to you.  Don’t pressure him and don’t push him.  You know how Mox is.”

True, his sister made a lot of sense and Sami took a deep breath, nodding. “Okay – okay, if he goes to AEW, we’re following.  I’ve already decided oVe needs a new stage, new competition, and a new beginning.”

“Did you talk to the others about this?”

“They’re all onboard, are you coming with us or not?”

“Now you know I’ve never been one to turn down new opportunities, Sami.”

Sami smirked, loving the fire his sister had and knew she would thrive in AEW alongside oVe. “Excellent, Cody and Brandi have called me several times already, so I’ll give them the green light.”

“Wait until tomorrow.  It’s late.  Go to sleep.” She hung up, plopping back down on the bed, and watched that video on Jon’s Twitter again, leaning her head against the headboard.

~!~

Jon was high.

Not on drugs or anything like that.  He was way too old and a bit wiser than that.  No, he was high on being FREE.  That video, something he had thought about since before his contract expired, was a metaphor for his run with the WWE.  It hadn’t been all bad, not really, but eventually, everything had outweighed his love and passion for the business, and he had never overly cared about the money.  Not that he didn’t TAKE it, because he liked the big paychecks, but it hadn’t mattered in the end.

McMahon thought he could buy Jon back, but he learned the hard way that Jon couldn’t be bought.

The company he had dreamt of working for all his life had not been anything like the company he had eventually joined.  The WWF of his youth had been watered down; it had become so bloated without real competition that it had gotten lazy and instead of focusing on actual wrestling and great storylines, it had branched out into reality television crap, activism, everything that made no sense to him.  Well, some of it had, but this was professional wrestling and the WWE had totally abandoned its roots.

So, the prison metaphor.  He had escaped the cage that had once been his dream job and now…now he was back.  Moxley was back and the very, very watered down, pathetic Dean Ambrose was GONE!  It was time to return to his roots, to himself…and Jon was going to do things HIS way.  He smirked, snorting a bit at that.  Maybe he’d send Vince a gift basket.  Even Jon wasn’t arrogant enough to ignore the fact that without those nice paychecks he had been systematically banking for years, he wouldn’t have been able to flip the bird and do things his way.  

A basket wrapped in barbed wire…maybe some dice.  Everyone loved dice.  Lots of gold glitter.

His sense of humor had also returned.

~!~

Everybody thought Jon was taking time off because he was burnt out from the wrestling business. 

Some even thought he was retiring. 

Not Delilah.  Not Sami.  They knew him better than most – they had all come up through the wrestling business together, starting out as teenagers and working their way through the Independents.  People thought WWE was the be-all, end-all, but they were wrong.  In this day and age, with social media, it was possible to become a bonafide wrestling star and to get one’s name out there to be recognized.  Back in the day, it was a lot harder to do because there weren’t platforms like Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, Tumblr, etc.  Nowadays, it was very easy to become an Independent wrestler, be successful, and make a lot of money, if it was done right.  That was why Delilah and Sami had left WWE developmental when they were told they would never be anything more than cruiserweights and she wasn’t cut out to be a champion of any kind.  That had lit a fire under both of them something FIERCE and they were currently proving WWE, and all their critics, wrong.  And now Jon Moxley was doing the same damn thing, only he was telling WWE to stick their money and PG-rated garbage up their asses.

On the contrary, he wasn’t out to prove anyone wrong because he had done that already.  Jon was out to get back to doing what he loved.  What he enjoyed.  Leaving behind his buddies had been…great, actually.  He loved Joe and Colbs, but they were company men through and through and they had badgered the hell out of him for leaving.  He wasn’t surprised at all when he received a few text messages from Sami.  Also, Jon hadn’t missed the Switchblade reference his buddy had made not so long ago on Twitter either.  He didn’t usually USE social media, but that didn’t mean he didn’t pay attention, he just didn’t usually air his personal life for the world to know.

Sami, Sami, Sami…and then there was Delilah…someone Jon hadn’t seen in ages.

“Damn it, why isn’t he answering me?”

“Would you leave the man alone?  For fuck’s sake, Sami, maybe he doesn’t WANT to be bothered right now.” Delilah chastised, busy pumping her legs up and down with weights, strengthening her lower core as well as her legs.  They were in the gym working out and Sami would NOT get off his cell phone. “If you don’t get off that damn thing in three seconds, I’m going to break it.  This is not the time for your phone, you need to get your work out in.”

“Shaddup, you’re not my Mom!”

Christ, sometimes Sami acted like such a child and she pinched the bridge of her nose before going back to focusing on her workout.  Truth be told, that video had been on the forefront of her mind – the official announcement of Jon Moxley’s return.  Delilah lost count how many times she watched it, but kept her thoughts and feelings to herself, knowing better than to wear her heart on her sleeve.  The fact Sami kept texting the man, and he hadn’t responded back…Sami needed to leave him alone and let him find his own way.  If he wound up in Impact or AEW, great!  Something told her he was going to AEW, but then again, Jon Moxley was unpredictable and had been from day one.

“You know, it wouldn’t KILL the guy to-” Sami groaned, shaking his head. “I know he’s gotten them, even he’s not that tech illiterate.”

“That’s pretty rude, I’m actually pretty damn tech savvy.” Jon just chose to ignore it and pretend it all sucked balls.  Privacy was a legitimate thing and since he had been living in Hell’s Goldfish Bowl for the past almost eight years – WWE and their personal life policing policies – being MIA from everything for a bit had been GREAT.

“Jesus!” Sami fumbled to catch his cell when he dropped it, his eyes widening and let out a breath of relief when he snatched it up. “You’re. An. Ass!”

“Nah bro, I figured with as much as you’ve been blowing me up, I figured I’d just come say hi and maybe give you a reach around.” Jon’s icy blues narrowed ever so slightly in wicked amusement. “You know, since you’re acting like a jilted prom date.”

Jon was here?! 

Jon Moxley was standing in this gym, looking as only he could look in the best shape of his life.  Delilah’s jaw dropped when she heard his voice and she pushed up on the leg press to lock into place. “I told you, Sami.  And he’s right, you do.” She added with a smirk, giggling at her brother growling at her, calling her a ‘know-it-all bitch’ and she just blew a kiss at him in return. “Proud to be one, brotha, and don’t you forget it!”

Her deep light brown eyes finally moved to Jon and Delilah felt her heart start pounding a little harder in her chest.  She must’ve looked a mess being all sweaty from her workout, which she had been on the verge of finishing anyway, with her silver hair pulled up in a messy bun on top of her head.  Her natural hair color was dishwater blonde, but she had her hair dyed every couple of months silver, loving the color and how it made her stand out in the ring.

“I’ll leave you prom dates alone.”

“Man, shut up, Del!” Sami couldn’t believe Jon was here either and immediately did their handshake before colliding chests in an embrace. “Welcome back to the real world, brother.”

“The real world smells like swamp crotch and bodywash.  Axe is for college frat boys, Callihan.” Jon remarked without missing a beat, slapping his friend on the back before his eyes shifted to Delilah, raising an eyebrow. “Not you, darlin’.” He walked over to stare down at her, reaching out a hand and helped her up to her feet, fingers locking around her wrist.  Her heart was going a mile a minute, he was feeling her pulse.  But then again, she had just been working out. “You look like a fun, hot mess.”

“Don’t flirt.”

“Eat me, you have any idea the RULES I had to follow?”

“Believe me, you’re not the only one who was sucked into that whole PG-rated world.  Though, NXT wasn’t that bad.  Paul actually did a pretty good job running it.”

“Yeah sure, until he told us we wouldn’t amount to anything in this business.” Delilah muttered, feeling a rush of warmth go up her arm at the mere touch from Jon.  God, he still had those damn electric blues that reminded her of lightning, especially when he had adrenaline pumping through his veins. “Thanks…” She had to break the eye contact and gently removed her wrist from his hand to move to stand next to her brother, planting her forearm on his shoulder. 

Jon always unnerved her with his eccentric ways and, not to mention, he was a bit of a manwhore back in the Indie days.  She wondered if he’d go back to being a womanizer since that was part of his character, but then again, this was a different time period.  Women these days were outperforming the men in the ring, so she didn’t know if the womanizing would fly. 

Her guess was no.

Chapter 2

Womanizing out of the ring was more his style, he was well aware of the feminism tide that had overtaken the entire world, including the wrestling world.  Be that as it may, Jon had spent a long, long time living in a world where his actions on his own time, his personal life, were under constant scrutiny and subject to being interrogated, if it reflected badly on the company.  This time, he wasn’t tying himself down anywhere, not long-term, and had absolutely no problem in telling someone to stick it.

“Triple H is a dipshit who thinks he can still be the ‘guy’ in the locker room, when reality is, his wife has his balls in her purse and tugs them whenever she don’t like what he’s doing.” Such as NXT starting to whip RAW’s backside in the ratings.

Sami and Delilah chuckled at that, wholeheartedly agreeing with him. “Man, it’s SO good having you back.  The REAL you, not that watered down Ambrose façade they had you doing.” Sami could tell Jon hadn’t been happy in a long, long time while in WWE.  Hell, he didn’t even know if the man was EVER happy, maybe at the very beginning and his time with the Shield.  Maybe.  Then again, maybe not. “I know I wished you well and told you to go make some fucking money, which I know you did, but…man, I’m glad you finally broke out of that prison and came back where you belong.” Sami had been the first one to congratulate him in his final match against Austin Aries, sending Moxley off the way he deserved, like the legend he was and had become. “So, what are your plans now?  Wanna join the oVe or gonna fly solo for a while?”

“Sami…” Delilah’s voice held warning, shaking her head. “You have no shame, do you?”

“Nope.”

“You’re impossible.”

“Tell me you don’t want him in the group.”

“I didn’t say that.” Delilah refused to meet Jon’s eyes. “He was already part of a group in WWE, do you really think he wants to do that all over again in the Indies or Impact, for that matter?”

That was a good, valid point and Sami hated her for it.

“Off my balls, man, I got things going on.” Jon shrugged, smirking when Sami gave him an exasperated look. “You should listen to your sister.  She’s not only the beauty, but the brains too.” He HAD just gotten out of a group and, right now, he wasn’t diving right back into another one.  Well, not today.  Maybe tomorrow.  Jon was enjoying his official freedom a bit too much to cement to anything, including the oVe thing.  Delilah wasn’t even looking at him, well, not his face anyway.  He, however, was drinking her in. “And from the looks of those legs, the brawn too.” Sculpted, beautiful legs and he had noticed the weight amount she had been using.

“Aaaaaaand on THAT note, I’m going to take a shower.” She kissed her brother’s cheek, giggling at his groan and popped him upside the head. “Don’t bug him about oVe.” Her eyes finally met Jon’s and Delilah gave him a tentative, warm smile. “Welcome back, Mox.” That was what everyone called him, herself included, when they first began running the streets together at 16-17 years old. “Play nice, you two.” Walking past Jon, her cheeks were somewhat infused with red at his compliment about her legs.  It was leg day; tomorrow would be arms and she’d be pumping iron just like the rest of the wrestlers. 

Women took care of their bodies as much as the men in this sport nowadays.

As soon as she was out of sight, Sami dropped his veneer and smacked Jon right upside the head. “Don’t. Eye. My. Sister. Whore.” Each word got accented with a pop to the head.  Jon had thoroughly earned that one slap and five pops because as soon as Delilah had walked away, Jon had done the classic head tilt to watch her leave.

“Hey, it is almost like I literally just got out of prison.” Jon was laughing as he rubbed the back of his head.

“No.  Just no.” Sami ordered, refusing to let his sister be another notch on Jon’s belt. “Leave my sister alone.  There are plenty of crazy bitches out there for you to sink your teeth into, man.  Not her.” He didn’t look it, but Sami was protective of his sister, even though she was a tad older than him, by a year. “Now that we got THAT situated, you could’ve called me back or texted, so why are you here in person?” All the way back to Cincinnati, Ohio, of all places, considering this man was a resident of Las Vegas, Nevada these days. 

Jon wouldn’t have flown all the way here unless it was for a specific reason.

Actually, he would and did.  He was enjoying being able to do what he wanted, when he wanted, and he even had some money to do it with.  Jon wasn’t out gambling or blowing it on stupid, insane junk, but he had caught a flight to home sweet hell just to return the ‘bugging’ favor. “Coming to see you, since you have sent me…” He pulled his cell phone out of his shorts, eyeballing the messages. “Over a dozen.”

“Smartass.” Sami muttered, no malice in his tone and shook his head, looking at his own phone to see if he had sent him that many.  Sure the hell did!  Maybe Delilah had a point. “Well, you need to learn to return messages and phone calls, dick.  I know you don’t do social media, but I also know you KNOW how to use a damn cell phone.” The man had an iPhone in his hand at the moment, for Christ sakes. “Let me shower and then we’ll go out and catch up, have a few beers.” It’d been a long time since Sami had a beer with one of his best friends and he wondered if Moxley was still into the drinking business.

“Sure, I’ll even buy.”

Jon had been a notorious cheapskate back in the day, hoarding all his money and he was NOW embarrassed a bit by that behavior.  Growing up poor and being in a business that left a person sometimes even poorer…yeah, habits like that developed.  It had taken him a good while and some financial security to start recognizing and then breaking them.

“Don’t push it, Callihan.” He snorted when Sami actually gave him a surprised look.  Sami would likely be out after Delilah; he wondered if the silver haired beauty wanted to join them.  Whore… he wasn’t a whore!  He wouldn’t charge her for a roll in the hay with him!

When Delilah stepped out of the shower room, 20 minutes later, Sami was nowhere to be found, but Jon was.  She figured her brother was showering after his workout and shouldered her bag, wearing blue jeans with a black and red tank top.  It was in the upper-60’s, so warm enough to wear a tank top, but not shorts or capris yet.  Her hair was braided over her shoulder, since it was long and went to her waist, but the warmer it got, the more she put it up and back to where it wasn’t going everywhere.  She guessed Sami and Jon were going out on the town, probably to Madonna’s Bar.  That was where they all frequented when in Cincinnati.

“Sami in the shower still?”

“Probably, no doubt using a whole bottle of Axe.” Out of spite, for being called an idiot frat boy or however Jon had worded it. “So, doll, we’re going to go grab a few beers and you should come.” He reached out to lift her braid, grinning when she raised a brow at him. “Just wanted to know how heavy it is when it’s not dry.” Long, silver waist length hair.  She was high maintenance, or at least her hair was. “What’d ’ya say, Del?” 

It wasn’t as thick as he thought, she had somewhat thin hair, but it wasn’t SUPER thin either.  There was a balance between thin and thick – and yes, she did spend quite a bit of money on her hair.  That was fine – it was her look for the ring and sometimes, one had to invest in their look in order to make it big in the wrestling industry.  Delilah wanted to stand out instead of fitting in everywhere; she wanted people talking about her and paying attention to her.

“Hands off, Moxley.  Nobody touches the hair.” She swiped his hand away from her hair and took a step back to put more space between them.  That damn intimidation factor was still there, even after all these years, and it seemed Jon was MORE intense than ever.  For good reasons. “Where are you guys going?  Don’t you want some alone time with your prom date?” That made her smirk, remembering what he called Sami earlier and the gold flecks in her eyes glittered amusedly.

For someone who couldn’t exactly meet his eyes, she sure was a cocky little thing. “Nah, doll, I’m going to make you my prom date.  Think they have those for people our age?  Corsages still a thing?” Had he done prom?  No, no Jon hadn’t, he had totally bailed on the school thing to pursue wrestling.  Not that he was complaining, he wouldn’t have missed out on anything he had experienced since becoming a wrestler. “Madonna’s to answer your question and given how clingy he is already, I need you to play my buffer.”

“Since when does Jon Moxley need a buffer of any sort?  And I’ll pass on the prom date thing, never was a fan of that shit anyway.” Madonna’s Bar, just as she suspected.  Some things truly never changed, and Delilah wasn’t sure if she wanted to spend time with her brother and Jon. “He’s only clingy because you’re back, you’re out of that prison and you’re free to do whatever you want.  It’s the whole oVe thing he’s got going on.  You can’t blame him for being excited and happy.  You know how Sami is, he’s a visionary and always has been.  He’ll settle down and not cling to you so much soon enough.” Jon did not need another group; he needed to stand on his own two feet and prove to everyone he wasn’t a washed-up ex-WWE wrestler that threw a baby fit and left.  He needed to succeed on his own.

This was a huge step for him to take, to revert back to Jon Moxley from Dean Ambrose.

“Mmm, sure, oVe is great, but not for me.” Jon had paid attention to the whole Impact thing; he had kept up on the Indies and everything else.  But right now, he had no desire to be associated with another group.  Any group he associated himself with, he would have people bringing in Shield comparisons, no thanks.  He went back to the first thing she had said, a wicked smile curving his lips as he stepped closer to her. “Del, you wouldn’t make a good wingman, so it’ll have to be a buffer.” At her raised brow, he began laughing softly.  Wingmen helped a man get laid, people weren’t supposed to hit on wingmen, but buffers were okay to hit on, however.

Damn it, her heart was thundering in her chest again and she really hoped he couldn’t hear it, her eyes locked with his. “I don’t think you need a wingman either.” How he could have trouble in THAT department was beyond her.  The man dripped sexuality, especially with that video montage he displayed for the entire world to see.  Delilah would BANK he’d have women left and right throwing themselves at him in no time. “If you insist, I go, I…guess I could be your buffer against Sami for a while.  If you two wanna hang out and have ‘bro’ time, just tell me and I’ll skedaddle.”

“Yeah no, save me.” He joked, shaking his head.  Jon loved Sami like a brother, but since he had come ‘back on the market’, those text messages had been insane.  Like, that friend a person hadn’t seen in forever, so they overdid it with the enthusiasm.  He knew Sami didn’t mean anything by it, didn’t mean to be…whatever was going on, and that it would pass, probably sooner rather than later. “Speak of the devil…about time, man.”

“Yeah, yeah, I had to clean up a bit.” Sami had a towel draped around his neck and saw the amusement clear as day in his sister’s eyes.  There was also something else there he couldn’t quite put his finger on. “Ready to go, man?  Madonna’s Bar will be slammed tonight, so we should get there before all the good seats are taken.” He turned to look at Delilah. “You gonna join us or head on home, Del?”

“I’m going.  I’m not staying too long though and remember, we have a flight tomorrow to head to the Impact taping.” Delilah reminded him, making it clear to her brother NOT to get completely obliterated or else he’d be hurting in the morning. “Shall we then?  I’m starving.”

She walked ahead of them out of the gym with Sami and Jon following, the sun shining in the sky lighting up her hair.  She loved Game of Thrones and her inspired look was from the character Daenerys Targaryen on the show.  Her hair anyway, the eyes she couldn’t do anything about unless she wore contacts and Delilah flat out refused to do that.  Too many other wrestlers, both men and women, went that route.

“Yeah Sami, don’t get fucked up, you got work in the AM.” Jon sing-songed, walking behind her with his buddy and began snickering when Sami elbowed him.

“Fuck off, man, I do what I want.  I’ve never missed a flight.” No matter how hungover he was.  Nothing like his ball-busting sister mother-henning him, some things were never going to change.  Like him ignoring her, for example, that was just good old-fashioned sibling jackassery.

Sami knew he’d be up shit’s creek without a paddle without his mother-henning sister by his side.  She took care of all his bookings, made sure their hotels were set up – she wasn’t just a wrestler, she was also oVe’s personal assistant too.  Nothing TOO personal, professional only.  She had clocked the Crist brothers in the face one time for asking her to grab condoms for them at the store.  They NEVER made that mistake again because she ended up cracking their cheekbones with those punches.  Delilah was sweet as honey…until she got pissed off and then all bets were off.  It took a lot to spike her temper, however.  One had to have a thick skin in this business to make it.

“You’d be fucked without me around and you know it, Samuel.” She giggled when he groaned out about not using his full name and rolled her eyes, hearing Jon laughing. “Laugh it up, Jonathan.”

Now Sami was laughing at the look on his friend’s face.

Chapter 3

“Yeahhhh, no, I’m good, Mom.” Jon rolled his eyes, starting to remember why Delilah wasn’t one of ‘those’ girls.  

She was too…responsible and took it seriously, mother-henning people.  That was some annoying behavior, especially to a grown ass man.  Fun to flirt with, heckle a little, maybe a few nights of sex and that was about it.  A man didn’t settle with someone who’d carry their balls in her purse, he had just gotten out a relationship like that.  Buh-bye WWE!  

He draped his arm around Delilah’s shoulders. “You need to chill out, doll, let the boys worry about themselves and take the night off.”

“Yeah, see, you need to learn boundaries, Moxley.” Delilah firmly shoved his arm from her shoulders, shrugging him off and moved to walk beside her brother. 

She didn’t want Jon touching her because it did something to her.  Lit her on fire and she immediately had to put that fire OUT.  Off-limits and he…freaked her out a little if she was honest.  Acting like she wasn’t interested in him and keeping him friend-zoned was the only way to make sure she didn’t cross a line with him.  A line Delilah wasn’t sure if she wanted to cross.  Going down that rabbit hole – that Jon Moxley craziness…she would stay the frugal, responsible woman she was and he could carry on with his nutty self.

“Boundaries are supposed to be broken, doll, that’s why they’re there.  To tease and tempt you.”

Sami gave Jon a warning look, shaking his head.

Rolling his eyes, Jon shrugged and kept his hands, arms, and every other appendage to himself, whistling as he walked behind them.  They made the rest of the trip to the bar in silence, minus his whistling, and he slouched his shoulders with a groan. “Fuck me…”

“MOX!”

“Yeah, smart idea douchebag, come back home and get mobbed.” Sami laughed, mock-punching Jon’s arm. “You’re going to get free beer and heckled for being a sell-out.”

While Jon was SWARMED with fans and other people that knew him personally, Sami and Delilah made their way inside to grab a booth with some beers.  Boundaries were meant to be broken…what did that mean?  She shook that out of her head mentally while sifting over the menu, seeing Madonna’s Bar had added a few things.  They had just finished their second beers when Jon finally made his way to them, plopping down in the booth…next to Delilah. 

Christ, why didn’t she sit next to her brother?

“Well, hello there again, did you have fun out there?” She said by way of greeting, casually scooting over to give them space and sipped her beer, setting her menu down.  Delilah already knew what she wanted – it was the same thing every time she came to this bar.

“Yeah, it was a blast….” Jon reached down, groping himself beneath the table and finally procured a napkin with a number written on it from his back pocket. “Here Sami, got you a hot date.” He balled it up and tossed it at his friend.

“Oh no thanks, I don’t like the Moxley Messies…” Because that’s exactly what the women Jon tended to both attract and gravitate towards were: messy.  Crazy was another good word, but not as catchy. “Ordered you a beer…”

“And chili cheese fries with deep fried mushrooms, darlin’.”

Sami fluttered his eyelashes. “Whatever you say, Moxy.”

Jon pulled a face.

“Moxley…Messies…” Delilah echoed slowly, laughing because that did fit the type of women this man usually banged.  There was no way in hell she’d ever be one of those ring rats either.  That was exactly what they were.  Nope, she would gladly pass and looked up when the waitress walked over to take their order.

“What can I get for you all tonight?”

Sami gestured to Delilah. “Ladies first, sis.”

“Double cheeseburger with everything on it with a side of garlic fries and another beer with my meal.”

The waitress jotted all that down. “We do have the best burgers here.”

“Yes you do.”

The redhead moved onto Sami, who gave his order and then she finally turned to Jon, jotting his order down as well.  Unlike the other sluts in this bar, she didn’t come onto customers and took the menus. “We’ll have that out for you guys as soon as possible.”

“Damn…” Sami let out a low whistle once the waitress walked away. “What a nice set of tits on her.”

Delilah was used to her brother’s vulgarity and kept quiet, looking at her phone.

“Yeah, she’s way outta your league, Callihan, she has a steady job and probably a man who doesn’t hang onto his sister’s apron string,” Jon laughed, then inclined his head towards Delilah. “Not that your apron strings aren’t worth hanging onto, darlin’.”

“Nice save.” Sami’s eyes were still on the waitress. “Is she new? I don’t remember seeing her before.”

Jon shrugged.  He hadn’t been here in quite some time, so he had no idea half who of these people were anymore.

“And for that comment, you can be your OWN buffer, Moxley.” Delilah informed him, sounding indifferent and smirked at Sami’s raising brow. “He seems to think you’re going to hang on HIS balls now that he’s back because of all the loving texts you sent him.  And he wanted me to come out to stop you and ‘save’ him.” She did the finger quotations and immediately snatched her hand away when he grabbed it, drawing her brows together.

“What the hell, man?!  I get you wanna do your own thing.” Sami laughed at his sister throwing Jon under the bus, glad she stuck up for herself.  He couldn’t always do it for her, though there were occasions he did…without her knowledge. “It’s cool, bro, no buffer needed.  Though, I might need you to be my wingman with that delicious waitress.  Care to help a brother out like old times?”

“You two have fun with that.” Delilah could occupy herself on her phone while they went prowling and she would probably leave after eating anyway.

“How in the blue fuck of fuckery, can you NOT get yourself laid without help?” Jon demanded in a flabbergasted tone, raising a brow this time.  Sami was well-known, he was a good-looking guy, and there was just no way the man hadn’t learned how to reel them in by now.

“I don’t think I’m her type.”

Yeah, maybe. “Okkkaayyy?  What’s the play?”

“Just be you.”

“You want to Dane Cook her?”

“I hated that movie.” Sami groaned, shaking his head. “Without you stealing her, if you don’t mind.”

“Not my type.” Jon liked the silvery haired goddesses, winking at Delilah when she actually looked up from her cell.

That wink unnerved her for some reason, feeling her stomach tighten and lowered her gaze right back to her phone.  She set it down on the table when the food arrived and Sami kept his mouth shut while the waitress served them.  This cheeseburger looked heavenly; it was huge and she was about to devour the whole damn thing.  Delilah had quite the appetite for a 5’6 woman and Sami had accused her of having a tapeworm a time or two.  Then he called her a bitch because of her insane metabolism she apparently had.  No, she just worked her backside off and almost never missed a workout to maintain the body she had.  Trying to ignore Jon, Delilah immersed herself in her cheeseburger and fries, not remembering the last time she’d had a Madonna’s Bar famous cheeseburger. 

They really didn’t come here often enough.

“A toast!” Sami announced, holding his half-full beer, and grinned at Jon’s eye roll. “To the return of the legend that is Jon Moxley.”

Even Delilah would toast to that as their beers clinked together, each taking a long swig of their bottles before going back to eating.

“Fuck, these are delicious.” Jon had ordered a double order of the chili cheese fries and triple on the fried mushrooms. “I’d almost forgotten how good this is.”

“Almost as good as sex?”

Okay, the Moxley Messies was a bad joke, but an accurate one and Jon looked up, no clue who this woman was, but she was definitely his ‘type’, or his prior type. “Better.” He rumbled without missing a beat, popping one in his mouth before holding one up to Delilah. “Want a piece of my shroom, darlin’?” Take the hint lady, go away. Or else he’d have to do something terrible.

Sami could read that evil mind of Jon’s and knew what he was planning to do, really hoping this didn’t end with Delilah’s fist in his eye.

Delilah was busy trying not to choke on the drink of beer she just had and shook her head vehemently. “N-No!  No, I don’t.” She HATED mushrooms and coughed a few times, turning her head to do so while letting her stomach settle with her own food.  The burger and fries had been demolished.

“Mmm, I wouldn’t mind a piece of your shroom, Moxley.  Her loss, my gain.” The woman gave her best seductive voice and slid her finger up and down his bulging arm, sliding her tongue along her bottom lip. “I’ll even open wide for you to pop it right in.”

Sami almost snorted his beer.

Jon recoiled when she actually opened her damn mouth wide like he was going to plant his fist in it or something, leaning into Delilah’s side. Way to take one for the team, Del, he thought, wondering if this woman even knew how to…not be a stick.  He looped his arm around her, pulling her into him.

“Is she your girlfriend?” The woman’s eyes narrowed.

Well, either this hellcat would attack Delilah or Delilah herself would totally toss him under the bus again. “No, she’s my friend.  I’m actually knockin’ boots with him.”

“What?”

“He’s pretty.”

“I am.” Sami fluttered his eyelashes.

“That’s…” Wrong, that was wrong!  She pulled a face of disgust, not believing Jon Moxley was gay!  No way!

Nope, she would not be used for something like this and Delilah promptly stood up, walking OVER the table and landed in front of the half-dressed woman. “Sweetheart, he’s not interested in you, can’t you take a hint?  Or are you too stupid with all that platinum hair-dye you fry your hair with?” She fingered a strand of it and smirked when the woman’s jaw dropped. “The truth hurts, you’re not attractive and that little dropping of your voice doesn’t work either.  Go find clothes that fit you and find Jesus.  Thanks.”

Sami was ROLLING in the booth, watching his sister walk past the ring rat to use the bathroom.

Sometimes, the truth was best instead of lying and digging oneself in a deep hole, especially with social media as active as it was today.  She could see it now: Jon Moxley Is Gay splayed all over the internet and shook her head, laughing while peeing.

Jon Moxley Is Gay would have been spectacular.  It would have kept the female rats, of which there were infinitely more than gay ones, away from him! “I can’t decide if she’s a lot of fun, or if she needs laid.”

“The rat?” Who had stormed away in a huff after shrieking about the very obviously faux silver hair Delilah sported.

“Del.”

“DUDE!”

“What?!” Jon swiped one of his remaining fries through the chili and cheese, shrugging as he popped it in his mouth. “It’s a legit question.”

“My sister, who does NOT need laid.  She needs to stay…Delilah, forever.”

“Delilah, forever…if I ever get a tattoo, it’ll be that.”

“You wouldn’t dare…”

Delilah returned to the table a few minutes later and reached across Jon to grab her purse, sliding it over her shoulder. “I’m leaving and going back home to get some sleep.” She dropped a kiss on Sami’s head and tossed some bills on the table to pay for her meal. “You boys enjoy yourselves and I’ll see YOU,” Delilah pointed at her brother. “Early in the morning.” Her eyes turned to Jon and she really didn’t know what else to say to him. “Night.” Then, she made her way out of the bar, the nervous energy slowly dissipating once she was outside away from Jon.

Jon watched her go before glancing at Sami, shaking his head. “She’s got to learn to have some fun.”

“Del’s end-all, be-all is in that ring, you know that.” Sami gestured for one more round for the pair of them, then unfortunately, he would have to go home and sleep.  Adulting sucked sometimes, especially when long lost, returning buddies decided to make surprise visits. “You sticking around Cincy?”

“Nah man, I’ll fly back to Vegas.” Jon considered Sami, now stretching out in the booth since Delilah had abandoned them.  Maybe.  He hadn’t gotten that far yet. “Where are you guys performing tomorrow?”

“Philly, funny enough.”

Philadelphia held a special place in Sami’s heart and he knew it did for Jon too.  That was where their home away from home, CZW, was located.  A lot of the guys they had wrestled with had moved on and the company had gone in a different direction since they left, but Sami would never say a bad thing about CZW.  It was gnarly, too violent for television, but he loved every second of his career there.

“Then after that we go to New York on the 5^th.  Busy weekend full of traveling – gotta love it.” He smiled when that waitress returned and shot Jon a pleading look to help him out.

Jon had a very soft spot for Philly, he had actually moved there from Cincinnati way back when.  God, thinking about it, about those days and where he was now, he was only 33, but he felt older, he had done quite a bit in a relatively short time. “Hey toots,” He drawled at the waitress, not surprised when she instantly gave him a ‘don’t even try’ look. “I gotta say,” He hiccupped, staring at her out of half-moon eyes. “You-you’re the hottest thing in this bar, besides me…”

“Does your friend need a cab?” She asked, dismissing Jon, and glanced at Sami, her tone indicating this wasn’t her go-round with a dumbass drunk. “Hey!”

Jon had pulled a strand of hair off her backside, holding it up while swaying from side to side. “Sami, man, look, a pube.” A second later he had been decked, twice.  She had nailed him with her serving tray and Sami had nailed him in the face with a shot that looked like it hurt but didn’t.

Thankfully, his face was too pretty to be jacked up.

And that left Sami being all cute and apologetic to the waitress, while Jon feigned being drunk and out of it on the bench.

Chapter 4

Delilah had just finished showering, again, to get the grime from Madonna’s Bar off her…and she needed a little release using her fingers as well.  Being around Jon again, after all this time, had turned her on and she wasn’t sure how to feel about it.  She made the mistake of going home and re-watched that damn trailer of Jon Moxley’s return again…and instantly became hot and bothered.  Nothing a cold shower couldn’t fix…and she had to stay the hell off that trailer.  Sighing, she had on boy cut panty shorts and a camisole, her usual sleep attire, both black.  Her head snapped to the side, just as she finished brushing her wet hair out, at the knock on her front door and her eyes narrowed.  Cincinnati was notorious for crime and her apartment wasn’t exactly Fort Knox security.  Pulling out a lead pipe from behind the door, Delilah didn’t have a peephole to look through to see who it was and took a deep breath when the knocking persisted.

“Who is it?” She demanded in a tense voice, squeezing the lead pipe in her hand a little tighter.

“Doll,” Jon was slurring. “Need a place to crash.” A minute later, and he bet she was debating on whether or not to even bother, the door opened and he, with a big ass grin, swept right in. “Your brother…has a fucked sense of humor.” He informed her, the slur gone and then eyed her apartment. “This is cozy, Del.” Sami had called for a cab all right, for his ‘drunk’, ‘passed out’ friend and sent him here because Sami was twisted sometimes.  Probably one of the reasons they got along so well.  

Jon finally really looked at her, electric blues combing her from top to bottom blatantly.

“I hope you’re not just NOW realizing that, Moxley.” Delilah retorted deadpan, shutting the door and deadbolting it again, feeling his eyes devouring her. 

Why would Sami send him here, of all places? 

Jon was loaded; surely, he could afford a damn hotel room somewhere in the city!  Then, she realized the predicament she was in and that uneasiness, that tension, that nervous energy was back.  Granted, her wrestling attire bared some of her backside when she wrestled, but…these were actual panties she wore while standing in front of him.  She did NOT expect any visitors tonight and when she heard him slurring, that was what made her open the door in the first place.

“You can, uh, crash on the couch, though I’m not sure how comfortable it is…”

“Not going to be a sweetheart and offer to share the bed?” Jon’s tone was teasing, but he had not missed the way those cotton panties clung to everything, showcasing her little triangle right between her beautifully sculpted thighs.  Holy. Shit. “Floor is fine, I’d break your couch.” He had slept on a lot worse and at least she had carpet.  Tearing his heated gaze away from those panties, Jon looked into her face and more importantly, into her eyes. “You look nervous, darlin’.  Why?  Afraid I’ll eat you?” He grinned, baring his teeth at her.

He always made her nervous, since day one, and either he had picked up on it and feasted on it or…he was an oblivious idiot. “You’re not going to break my couch.  It’s sturdy and it reclines on each end, so it’s LIKE a bed.  Almost.” Why did his baring teeth make her stomach tighten again? “And I don’t think you’d like my flavor.” He liked wild, crazy girls that liked to carve or tattoo his name into their skin.  She was the total opposite of what he went for and knew it. “I’ll get you some blankets and a pillow.” Padding down the small corridor, she didn’t notice Jon following her into her room as she dug into her closet.  As soon as Delilah shut the door with the blankets and pillow in hand, she turned and jumped out of her skin because he was RIGHT THERE. “Damn it, Jon!”

Who was the oblivious idiot now?  She hadn’t even noticed him following along, his footsteps muffled thanks to shucking his shoes and carpeting. “How do you know I won’t like your flavor?” He asked sweetly, wondering where her head was at right now. “You may taste delicious, darlin’.” Delilah was glaring at him, obviously not amused at him giving her a near heart attack. “Come on now,” He took the pillow and blanket from her, his fingers blatantly running along hers before pulling the items to his chest. “Out of all the flavors you can be, don’t be salty.” She looked like she’d be spicy, sweet, and hot enough to make his tongue tingle.

Jon licked his bottom lip.

“I’m always salty, didn’t you know?” Delilah retorted with a sweet smile of her own, pulling her hands away from his again and took a step back. “And I’m not interested in any flavor you have to offer either.” Blatant lie, but she refused to sleep with one of her brother’s best friends.  Hell, screwing around in the wrestling industry, in general, was a bad idea, though she’d had her fair share of men.  She wasn’t a prude or a Virgin Mary, but something told her getting involved with Jon and his ‘flavor’ would be detrimental to her personal and professional life. “Now out.  I don’t even let Sami in my bedroom.” It was her sanctuary away from the world.

“You know you love me a lot more than you do Sami, I’m entertaining.” Jon wasn’t budging, electric blues now roaming her bedroom.  

It was very…Delilah, he supposed.  What he actually knew about her could fill maybe three thimbles.  It was fair to say they had ‘ran the streets’ together, but not totally accurate.  She had just been there, more inclined to follow Sami around and even back then, he realized, she had been…nervous around him.  Hmm, a little food for thought later on.

“That is a big bed, doll,” His eyes narrowed down at her. “Do you have a man?”

Wow, this man had NO filter and no shame to ask her a question like that. “That is none of your business, Good.” Screw using his wrestling name or his first name…her cheeks infused with color and she looked away from him, folding her arms tightly in front of her chest. “Maybe I do, maybe I don’t.  That’s for me to know and you to find out.” Like Delilah would really tell him anything about her personal life or answer that question outright?! “And it is a big bed because I like having SPACE instead of feeling like a sardine when I sleep.” It was a king-sized bed with a California mattress that was extremely comfortable.  The bed took up almost all of her room, leaving just enough to walk around, along with a dresser, which also had her television on top of it with a Roku box. “Why do you care if I have a man or not?  What’s it to you?”

“Beautiful woman like you, without a man, I’m pretty sure that’s a crime somewhere,” Jon informed her, pleased she had used his last name.  It was a step up from Mox or Moxley and a step below his actual name.  They were making progress.  He reached out, tucking the pillow and blanket beneath one arm, to push a strand of silver hair back behind her ear.  She was blushing again. “How long have we known each other, Del?” Silly woman, the way she acted and the things she said contrasted with her body language, and Jon liked puzzles.

Why did he insist on touching her? “Long enough to know you have serious boundary and touching issues and that line won’t work on me.”

They’d been kids; Jon had a horrible childhood and her and Sami didn’t exactly have a fairytale of their own either.  Both of their parents had been killed during a robbery at a liquor store, shot in the head point blank.  They had been raised, sort of, by their drunken Aunt and since she was a year older than Sami, Delilah had to take care of her little brother.  They both had to grow up pretty quickly and had their backsides handed to them in the streets a time or two.  They had lived in Cleveland with their family and had to move to Cincinnati at age 7 and 8.  Sami met Jon at age 10 – wow, she was 11 when she met Jon and he was 12.  They had all gone to the same school together, all in different grades and they all had the same love for wrestling.  It was the only thing that kept them from completely falling apart due to how shitty their lives were – there were days they would go without eating because their Aunt would forget to give them lunch money or make them lunch.  It got to the point where Delilah had to learn how to cook for her and Sami, just so they didn’t starve to death.

“My lines work with everyone, you’re just playing hard to get, Delilah,” His voice had dropped to a hard, gritty rasp while staring at her.  Boundary issues?  He supposed he did, at least with people he considered friends.  Not her, not a real, legitimate friend, their relationship was based around Sami and sometimes even wrestling. “Fine, be salty.  I’ll go to bed and maybe even consider wearing something tonight, just for you, doll.” Because he preferred to sleep naked, though…. Not on a floor, couch it was.  No rugburn on his backside would be happening.

“I’m not playing anything.  This isn’t a game to me, Good, not like it is to you.  I don’t play games.  When I tell you I’m not interested, I mean it.  You’re too…eccentric and crazy for my taste.  And I’m not one of those rats you like to shack up with that carve your name into their skin and mutilate themselves because of their ‘love’ for you.  So, I will continue to stay salty and you can kiss my salty ass while you’re at it.  Good night.” Shoving him out of her room somewhat harshly, she slammed it shut and locked it, having locks on every door in her apartment for a reason.  Delilah didn’t trust easily or wear her heart on her sleeve. “Playing hard to get…what an asshole.” She muttered, pulling her comforter back to slip under it, after flipping the light off.

Yeah, except she had made two mistakes.  The first was assuming that over the past seven and a half years, who he had been prior to going into the WWE was still who he was at his core.  Well, she wasn’t wrong about that completely, but his taste in broads had changed, quite a bit, so Delilah and her assuming made her an ass.  Second, she had BLATANTLY locked that door, knowing he would hear it.  If that wasn’t an open invitation, Jon didn’t know what was.  Smirking, he headed back out to the living room and glanced at the clock.  Setting an alarm on his cell and laying down, Jon already knew where he’d be spending most of his night.

In her bed.

How she did NOT hear the jostling of the lock on her door being messed with, or feel another body slide into bed with her, was beyond Delilah.  Then again, she did have her television on, so it had generated noise to block out the sound of the lock being tampered with.  Her own alarm was set to get up early in the morning, her bags already packed for the next stretch of this professional wrestling journey she embarked on with her brother.  Not that she didn’t love wrestling because she did wholeheartedly.  Right before her alarm went off, Delilah’s inner alarm did first and her eyes slowly opened, feeling an arm around her waist.  Her entire body tensed, after the sleepy fog cleared and her eyeballs grew wide, knowing damn well she went to bed ALONE last night. 

Slowly turning her head, Delilah saw the sleeping face of Jon beside her and had to bite back a scream, even though it would have served him right.  What the HELL was wrong with this man?  Did he NOT understand she wasn’t interested, lie or not, and she didn’t want to be TOUCHED?  He broke into her bedroom to slide into bed with her and pulled her into his arms to snuggle with her.  Carefully, she extracted herself from his arm and slid out of bed, shaking, and decided to let her alarm clock on her phone wake him the hell up.  She was not doing it a kind way and made sure to lock the door on her bathroom, trying to swallow down her panic and desire all at the same time.

Jon immediately rolled over and grabbed her cell phone, stuffing it beneath the mattress before getting out of bed.  Picking the lock, that was something he hadn’t done in a long time, but the skill had come back quickly.  Laughing under his breath, Jon followed her right out into the hallway and then eyeballed the bathroom door.  No doubt that was locked as well. He waited until he heard the shower going before getting to work on that one.  Delilah lived in a cheap, one bed one bath apartment, and he seriously had to pee.

She had just finished undressing when the door swung open and this time, Delilah screamed, snatching her towel up to cover herself. “GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, YOU LUNATIC!!” What the HELL was wrong with this man?!  Picking up the nearest thing she could get her hands on, which was the older for her toothbrush, she threw it at him and clocked him in the face. “GET OUT!” Delilah didn’t give a DAMN about being hospitable anymore and slammed the door shut, making his forehead bounce off it and flipped the lock again.  Her back pressed against the door to hold it, tears forming in her eyes and really hoped Sami showed up soon.  Now, she was terrified.  NOW, she didn’t know what Jon wanted from her, but he wasn’t getting it without a fight.  Breathe, breathe, she mentally coached, gritting her teeth while her body trembled, clutching the towel to her chest as tight as she could, even though she was alone now. 

Hopefully, Jon would leave and never come back again because he had just thoroughly freaked her out.

“Not nice, I have to piss, Del!” Jon laughed through the door, slapping his hand on it and groaned when she shouted something unintelligible at him.  Fine.  He walked out into the living and dining area, looking for a potted plant or something.  Of course not, she’d probably kill a plant.  He wound up pissing in her kitchen sink instead, making sure to be nice and rinse it out with hot water and dish soap when he was done.

He had to pee, so he PICKED the lock on the bathroom door WHILE she was in here?!  Did the idiot not understand when a bathroom was OCCUPIED?  Delilah refused to take a shower with him here and shut the water off before putting her clothes back on, then realized they were STILL just her panties and tank top. “Fuck.” She cursed, not wanting to go out there and kept the towel clutched to her, taking a chance to open the bathroom door. 

Poking her head out, she looked from left to right before making a beeline for her bedroom and slammed her door, flipping the lock on it again.  Dropping the towel, she quickly pulled out fresh clothes and decided to wear capri’s instead of jeans along with a racerback red top.  Once she was dressed, and her heart didn’t feel like it would leap out of her chest, Delilah unlocked the door and jumped at the sight of Jon standing on the other side.  She was tempted to slam the door in his face and instead stood there with a stern expression on her face, lips pursed tightly together.  Jon was lucky his balls weren’t lodged into his throat for the stunts he had pulled while staying in HER place. 

And why hadn’t he left yet?

Chapter 5

“So, Sami called…said to let you know he’s running late.” He notified her while twirling his cell phone between his fingers, completely unperturbed by what he had done.  Jon had pulled on a pair of jeans that he had yet to put a belt on with, so they were dangling low on his chiseled hips, feet still bare. “Also said to tell you that the waitress’s name is Molly and you’d like her.” Apparently. she was a stick in the mud with no sense of humor too.  Well, no, Delilah did have a sense of humor, but it was very dry.

“Thanks for the update.” Her voice was tense and low, her jaw tightened to the point of her teeth beginning to gnash.  Actually, they were gnashed, and she was talking through them. “You can leave now and don’t let the door hit you where the lord split you.”

She would bet her bottom damn dollar he hadn’t told Sami what he’d done – how he’d BROKEN into her bedroom, after picking the lock and forced her to wake up in his arms or picked the lock to see her NAKED in her own bathroom!  Delilah needed coffee, pulling her hair up in a messy bun and glanced at the clock, groaning.  If Sami wasn’t here in 20 minutes, she was leaving for the airport without him.

“Actually, I’m brewing coffee, having one, and then bailing.” Jon retorted flatly, yawning again as he scratched the top of his head before heading back to the kitchen.  He had cleaned up her sink, washed the few dishes, started coffee…he was the weirdest guest and he knew it. “You know, this place has some shitty locks; if I can pick them, someone else can too, darlin’.  You need deadbolts.” If the complex management would allow it and the worry laced his tone.  Jon wasn’t out to hurt, murder or rape her, but he couldn’t say the same for others.

“This coming from a man who DECIDED to pick the lock on my bedroom door and join me in bed, AFTER I was asleep.  After I told you I’m not interested.  And then picking the lock on my bathroom!”

There was a deadbolt on her front door and Delilah did not see the need to have them on all the doors in her apartment.  Hell no!  She was quick enough to escape if need-be, though her bathroom door didn’t have a window, only her bedroom and living room.  There was a fire escape right outside her window, actually.  The trust with Jon was GONE and she wouldn’t put it past him to attack and rape her at this point, not with his actions.  Delilah honestly didn’t know what this man was capable of.

“So, during your phone call, did you bother telling my brother what you did or did that not FIT into your conversation?  No better question: Why the fuck did you pick my lock to my bedroom in the first place and join me in bed, Good?” She was livid. “Did you think I’d just wake up and my mind would be changed, and I wouldn’t mind what you did and fuck you silly?  Because if that’s the case, you’re seriously deluded, friend.”

“Why are you so sure I want down your panties, Del?  You’re very paranoid about that.” Jon retorted, the concern gone and replaced with a conversational tone while pouring them each a cup of coffee. “Besides, you keep making it quite clear what kind of woman I’m interested in and you don’t fit your own assumption.  How do you take your coffee?” He asked, turning to scrunch his brow at her.  He drank his black. “Oh, and your couch sucks, by the way, I did stay out on it for two hours.  Your bed was a lot more inviting.”

“So, instead of waking me up and ASKING me if you could share my bed, you just took it upon yourself to, not only pick the lock on my bedroom door and join me in my bed, but pulled me into your arms?  Because it was inviting?  You’ve got serious, serious issues, and you are not allowed to stay here anymore when we’re home if you ever come back here.” He lived in Vegas and needed to go back there where he belonged. “I can make my own damn coffee.” Delilah snatched the cup from him and pulled the creamer out of the fridge, pouring a healthy dose into the dark liquid. “And I wouldn’t be paranoid if you’d just leave me the hell alone and stop touching me and freaking me out!” Coffee, she needed coffee and took a long sip of it, not caring if the liquid burned down her throat.

“How can you NOT like being touched?  You’re a wrestler, right?” That required a lot more than just touching, like full on body to body contact.  He was tempted to ask if she had a funny Uncle or something, but even he knew where the lines were. “You’ve been skittish around me since we were kids, what gives, Del?  And…it’s only gotten worse, why do I make you so nervous, doll?” Not that it wasn’t cute because it was, and it made him want to break more boundaries with her. 

Delilah didn’t have an answer for him. 

She wished she did. 

She wished to the heavens she knew why he made her nervous!  There was no answer for it because she was fine with everyone else…except Jon. “You broke into my bedroom and pulled me into your arms while I was SLEEPING!  Do you have any idea how fucked up that sounds?!  You don’t see any issues with that at all?  None?” All Delilah could do was stare at him incredulously and sipped her coffee, moving around the small kitchen to put more space between them. “You’re insane and you need help if you don’t see what you did was crossing a goddamn line last night, Good.”

“Hey, I didn’t put my arms around you while I was awake, that was allll while I was sleeping.  I’m a cuddler, and you honestly need more cuddles in your life, Delilah.” Jon had been on his own side, ignoring her, sort of…she had smelled delicious, so he may have been sniffing her a little, not that he would divulge that information. “Mmm, I see you’re point, I’m creepy.” He figured after almost 20 years of knowing him, she would be used to it by now, however.

“You are lucky I have known you for a long time because, any other guy would have been on the floor with their balls lodged in their throat.” She meant that wholeheartedly and shook her head, staring down at her coffee in thought. “You have always made me nervous and I don’t know why, Jon.  Maybe it’s because you are Sami’s friend and I am just messed up in the head.  I don’t have an answer for you.” Hell, she didn’t have an answer for herself either. “I overreacted a bit, even though you really have no sense of boundaries.”

“I will,” Jon paused, knowing when to take the truce that was being offered him.  He had seen Delilah on Impact; she was a bad ass bitch in the ring and he was well aware that it translated outside of the ring as well. “Concede that comin’ into the bathroom was a bad idea.” He REALLY had to go though.  Hence her now really, really clean sink. “I’m sorry, doll, I will try to behave from here on out.” He even crossed his heart.

“No, you won’t, that’s not who you are.” It was Delilah’s turn to tease him a bit, setting her coffee cup down on the counter and took another deep breath, stepping up to him. “I guess you can stay here again in the future.  And I’ll try my best to deal with this nervousness I feel whenever I’m around you.” This man terrified her because she had no idea what he was truly capable of and…it excited her at the same time. 

He was unpredictable and very hard to read, especially right now.

“Nah, I got my own pad back in Vegas,” Jon drawled, his blue eyes glimmering with amusement. “YOU should come stay with ME, Del.” When she got a weird look on her face, he raised a brow. “Come on, it’d be great!  I live just outside of Vegas, and there’s like…legit nature and shit, like the stupid postcards we sse in that store when we were kids.  Bring Sami too.” Since that would probably make her feel a little bit easier, if she were ever inclined to accept his invitation. “Maybe he’ll find himself a Vegas showgirl and get hitched by a fat Elvis.” 

AEW had been on the forefront of her mind lately and they were debuting their first event – Double or Nothing – on the 25^th in Las Vegas.  Sami had been talking about joining the company and leaving Impact, but he hadn’t made his decision yet.  It made her wonder if Jon was joining the company, but it wasn’t her business.  Delilah wouldn’t stick her nose where it wasn’t wanted and knew, when Jon wanted people to know what he planned on doing, they would. 

Didn’t mean she couldn’t bring it up anyway, however. “Well, maybe when we go to that AEW event in Vegas, we’ll hit you up for a place to stay.” She smiled innocently, shrugging, and resumed sipping her coffee as she lifted her mug to her lips. “How big is your pad anyway?  Do you have beds for all of us or…will you have to share yours with one of us?”

Jon pursed his lips, taking a long swallow of his coffee and kind of regretted it.  Black, it was black, and still incredibly hot.  He coughed a little before holding up a finger, wondering where his brains were this morning. “I have a house, doll.” It was…pretty big, but when he realized he was going to OWN it and owe NOTHING on it…he had gotten a little insane.  But, good investment, he loved Vegas.  He loved the weather and the view. “You’d have your own room.” Then he got a very wicked grin on his lips. “Unless you want to share a bed with me, darlin’, and then I’ll cuddle you again.”

He was the only man on the planet she would forever friend-zone because of her brother.  Maybe it was time to make that clear to him, to get the notion of them sexing it up in the future out of his head. “You are one line I’m not going to cross, Moxley.  My own bed is fine.” Besides, he’d probably have his flavor of the week or month in his bed occupying him anyway. “Do you want me to drop an ice cube in your coffee to cool it off for you faster?” The expression he shot her made her laugh. “Hey, I thought I’d offer.”

“That’s gross, don’t be gross, you don’t water down coffee when it’s been perfectly brewed.” And he had this down to an art, not weak, but not overly strong either. “About this line, Del,” She was back to calling him Moxley, which meant she wasn’t as peeved as she had been and he gave her a genuine smile. “You sure about that?  I could be a fun line to cross.”

Whatever she was going to say, which was most likely a shut down, was lost at the sound of knocking at her door, followed by Sami’s voice.

“Well, he’s got great timing, don’t he?” What a cockblocking, sister saving, ball of douche baggery!

“You may be a fun line, but you’re also dangerous and off-limits.” Delilah reached up to swipe coffee from the corner of his mouth on her way to the door and opened it. “You are,” She looked down at her watch. “Fifteen minutes late, asshole.  I was leaving without you if you weren’t here in another five.”

“Yeah – yeah I know, sue me.” Sami was all smiles, having gotten laid by that delicious waitress last night. “Bro – BRO, I OWE you for helping me out last night.” He turned back to Delilah. “Sorry for dropping Mox in your lap, but…he was supposed to stay with me, and I couldn’t have that with the waitress…”

“Didn’t want him hearing you have two minute sex, got it.”

“EXCUSE ME?!”

Jon snorted coffee up his nose and cursed.

“Give me a little MORE credit than THAT, sis,” Sami snorted himself, recovering a bit.  Being embarrassed in front of his wingman, so not cool. “Five minutes, I got stamina.”

“Fuck…” Jon croaked, pouring the coffee out.  He was done! “If five minutes is what you call stamina, you got issues, Callihan.” A LOT of issues.  Five minutes was like…a quarter of a quickie.

“Hey, her name is Molly, and she gave me her number.”

“And are you going to call her?”

“I don’t know…she’s gorgeous, and fuck she’s, uh, awesome.  She’s awesome.” There would be NO discussing the sex thing in front of his sister.

“Great, grand, wonderful, can we go now, please?” Delilah already had her bag in hand, having it by the door and shouldered it, looking back at Jon. “See you around, Moxley.” That was all she could really say to him as she walked out the door and headed to the car, knowing Sami would lock up for her. 

She already had her keys and everything in hand and he had an extra set, just in case he needed to get into her apartment for whatever reason.  He was the ONLY person she trusted in this world.  Slipping behind the wheel, she waited for the boys to finish chatting and turned on her Christian music station, needing to feel uplifted today after what happened last night/this morning.

“Where the fuck is your shirt?” Sami demanded the minute Delilah was out the door, watching Jon begin gathering his belongings up.

“Uh…here.” On the back of the couch, it was from last night, but…he pulled it on anyway.

Sami was eyeballing the couch, which had a folded blanket and pillow sitting like it had never been touched, eyes narrowing. “Mox, that’s my sister and if you-”

“I promise, on the grave of all my dead ancestors, I didn’t touch your sister.” Inappropriately, at least not by his standards.

It wasn’t inappropriately, but…he had scared the living hell out of her by breaking into her bedroom, while she slept.  That still unnerved her.  Delilah thought about telling Sami, deciding against it.  He was already protective enough over her and she really didn’t need him up her backside more than he was.  When Sami joined her 10 minutes later, she popped him upside the head and scowled, pointing at the clock.  If they missed their flight, she was going to MAIM him and waved fingers at Jon as they passed him on the street.

“Did you fuck him?” Sami decided to be blunt, raising a brow at his sister.

“No, I didn’t.”

Sami eyeballed her somewhat shrewdly, wondering if she was lying to him. “Where did he sleep?”

“On the couch, Dad, any other questions?”

“Then why was…”

“Sami, enough.  I didn’t fuck him, and I’m done with this conversation.” She cranked up her radio station and sped toward the airport, breaking speed limits on the way.  It was a miracle they didn’t get caught by the police when she pulled into the parking lot 20 minutes later.

She was LYING!  Gross, Delilah and Jon, having sex… that was like… incest!  They were practically family; they had known each other forever!  He didn’t say a word though, knowing that Delilah would either keep denying it or she’d just shut him down, again.  He and Jon were going to have to have words because there was a bro code to be followed.

Sisters were definitely OFF LIMITS!

Before he had let Sami usher him out, Jon had used the bathroom.  He had also used a tube of lipstick to write his Vegas address out on her bathroom mirror, along with a very messed up smiley face.  

An artist he was not.

Chapter 6

A week later, Delilah finally saw that lipstick message on her bathroom mirror and snapped a picture of it with her cell phone.  Philadelphia was always nice to go to since they had friends there, more Sami than her, because of CZW.  After the Impact tapings, they traveled overseas for a show for one of the Indie promotions they currently worked for, before flying back to Cincinnati for two days off.  Delilah wiped the lipstick off her mirror and then went in her room, groaning since it STILL smelled faintly of Jon.  Collapsing on her bed, she stared up at the ceiling and wondered where Jon would end up going now that he had been reborn as Jon Moxley again.  Would he go to AEW, Impact, CZW, ROH…there were so many different organizations…hell, it wouldn’t surprise her if he dipped his toe in all of them.

Jon was keeping that information to himself.  However, the internet, at least the wrestling parts of it, had blown up, wondering what he would do next.  Sometimes, he wasn’t even sure, and it was kind of fun to just flirt with all the organizations out there without committing to one.  Jon bet that was what marriage was like, as well as divorce.  A person was stuck with one woman for life, that was IT, and god help them if they screwed up.  Then…then came divorce papers, the freedom that followed, and there were SO many flavors, so the person wanted to sample them all.  Sami wasn’t blowing up his phone anymore, which was nice.  He had sent ONE text: Not cool Mox, which Jon took to mean about Delilah.  

Mmm, Delilah.  What was his silvery, anxious beauty up too?  Was she back in the states?

Indeed, she was and currently at home, folding laundry and watching Game of Thrones, just trying to relax as much as possible.  Some nights, it got lonely living by herself, but for the most part, Delilah loved it.  She had nobody to answer to and could walk around naked if she wanted to, which she had done on occasion for the hell of it.  Sami had stopped giving her the cold shoulder, after she convinced him, without a shadow of a doubt, she hadn’t slept with Jon.  That was why she refused to do it because she did not need to come in between Sami and Jon.  And she also refused to lose her brother for one night of sex – not worth it, even if it was Jon Moxley.

What’cha doing? Jon was bored and since it was Delilah on his mind, he’d bother her for a bit.  

Of course, there was always that chance she’d ignore him.  Actually, that was the most likely scenario, she had admitted she got nervous around him, so she’d probably block his number or something.  There were only so many hours of sports he could watch and only so much gym time a man could log before he had to get a life.

Or a distraction.

Delilah was just getting ready for some intimate time when his text message came through, arching a slow brow.  Did she give him her number?  Then again, she hadn’t changed her number since she’d gotten her first cell phone at age 15.  Back then, Jon did have her number and she was shocked he’d kept it all these years.  Interesting.  There was no way she was telling him what she was about to do and would have to postpone her vibrator time, wondering if Jon knew, or could, video chat.  Deciding to try it, Delilah pressed the button on her iPhone and waited for him to answer, surprised when he actually did.

“Wow, you actually figured out how to do this?  I’m impressed.” She said by way of greeting, sliding her fingers through her hair since it was down. “And to answer your question, I was getting ready for bed.  What are YOU doing?”

“Look, I know I have done a GREAT job of cultivating this anti-tech, anti-social media thing, but…” Jon turned his cell, showing off his gaming computer setup, multiple screens for the win.  It just occurred to his half named, lounging in boxers only ass, that she had a lot of assumptions about him, but she didn’t really know him anymore.  Hell, same could be said about him in regard to her. “It’s early, I was going to play a game.” Oh yeah, time difference, she was ahead of him by three hours. “I’m surprised you replied, doll.  Miss me?  Need cuddled?”

“Wait – wait – wait, Jon Moxley is a GAMER?  Are you kidding me?” Delilah couldn’t help laughing because he HAD given a great misconception that he was NOT a tech-savvy man.  However, it looked like he had a pretty wicked setup and the fact this man was in JUST boxers…Delilah had to push that thought out of her mind instantly.  Friend-zone – gotta keep him in the friend-zone, she thought, leaning back against her pillows. “Well since YOU’RE the one who reached out to me, I figured I’d see what you wanted.”

“I’m bored, Del,” Jon dropped back onto his couch, sprawling comfortably since nobody was around to see if any of his bits and pieces poked out. “And since you’re the only female friend I got that is actively avoiding getting in my pants…which, by the way, is rude...” As if he’d tell her the legitimate reason, that she had gotten his attention with her running hot and then cold, her anxiousness and then the teasing, not to mention that wicked dry humor, and everything in between? “Also, Sami isn’t talking to me right now, I think our honeymoon phase is over.”

Now she felt a little guilty upon hearing that, wishing Sami would just let sleeping dogs lie. “He thinks we fucked when you stayed the night here.  I told him we didn’t – I didn’t tell him what you did, but he knows you didn’t sleep on the couch and I won’t tell him what really happened.” Delilah frowned, rubbing the back of her neck, which was stiff since she’d taken quite a few beatings this week to enhance storylines and whatnot. “He’ll come around; he gave me the cold shoulder all week until today when we came back home.  I’ll talk to him and try to convince him you didn’t fuck his sister and you two will be fine again in no time.”

“Don’t you dare.” Jon ordered flatly. “He’s a guy, and if you do that, he’s going to think I went bitching and whining to you,” Which he had not, he had cracked a one liner joke is all. “Or he really is gonna think we did more than cuddle.” Even through the cell’s screen, he could see her beautiful eyes narrow. “Which I promise you, we did not, I was very well behaved.” Not to mention, if she had woken up with him doing anything besides snuggling into her, she would have sliced his balls off, fried them over easy, and fed them to him. “He’ll get over it.”

“Fine, I’ll let you deal with it then.” Delilah would not get involved with the issues Sami and Jon had, even though they revolved around her. “He seems to think since he thinks of you as family, I should do the same.  And no offense, but I’ve never saw you as family to me, Jon.” Then she would feel like she was committing incest at all the naughty, dirty thoughts about him. “Just because Sami thinks of people as family doesn’t mean I have to automatically follow.  He’s an idiot for thinking that way.” Change of subject. “What game are you playing?”

“Uh, you’ll laugh.” His mind was taking a few moments to catch up since she had said she never saw him as family.  Okay, so what DID Delilah see him as?  Obviously, she was trying to shelve the view that he was a handsome, sexual male…who could probably screw that stick right out of her.  Mmm, what if he was just one of ‘Sami’s friends’?  That would suck, just another guy she had to deal with, thanks to her brother. “Pillars of Eternity II, it’s a roleplaying game.” With a lot of reading involved, it was new, came out in 2018, but it was also meant to be ‘old school’.

“I enjoy RPGs, so I’ll have to check that out one of these days.” When she wasn’t super busy traveling and wrestling, that is. 

Delilah didn’t see that happening anytime soon and it seemed Jon was enjoying his ‘off’ time before he fully made his return back to the Indies as Jon Moxley.  She definitely saw him as more than just Sami’s friend and would never admit that out loud.  She didn’t know what he was and was afraid traversing down that road.

“It’s taken me forever.” He admitted, but that had been because he had been traveling for ‘work’, losing matches and getting dumped on.  Now that he had some ‘free’ time while he sorted out what was what and tormented his fans with that return video and rumors, Jon could actually take the time to read everything.  Text game mixed with the graphical and all that other fun new stuff; it was the best of both worlds.  He was such a child.

“Well, that’s what happens when you’re a professional wrestler, sweetie.  Hardly have time to wipe our asses when we’re on the road.”

Delilah did not know how wrestlers such as Xavier Woods managed to run a YouTube gaming channel when he was a fulltime WWE Superstar.  That schedule was HELL on EARTH!  Still, the man managed to play video games, comment and post about them.  She didn’t understand how he managed to find the time to do it and probably never would.

“I’m retirrreddd…or on leave, however you want to put it.  I got plenty of time to get at least…halfway through this shit, I’m a slow reader.” Jon drawled, getting up off the couch to go back to his setup, now in the mood to play. “You play games, darlin’?  I know of some good co-ops.” He had his cell aimed down, showcasing his bare feet and then right back up, glancing down to make sure everything was tucked.  Hell, maybe he could reel her in with some friendly, long distance activities; she had to be more relaxed when he WASN’T in proximity.  Such a strange woman. “When are you coming to Vegas again?”

“I don’t know yet.  Sami hasn’t made the decision if he wants to go to AEW.  I want to go and try out the promotion, see what it’s about.” She was also friends with Brandi Rhodes, Cody Rhodes’ wife.  They had a couple matches together in NXT and then Brandi was instantly moved to be a backstage interviewer.  Then, she was moved to the main roster as a ring announcer.  The woman could wrestle, but for some reason, WWE didn’t see her as one and she knew it broke Brandi’s heart. “If I do, I may have to leave oVe…” Truth be told, Brandi had sent over a contract via email and all Delilah had to do was sign it and send it back in a PDF file.  She had already read over the entire thing, twice, just to make sure no funny business was going on. “And yeah, I like games, mostly RPGs and I do like the Far Cry series.  Blowing shit up and killing cultists is fun.” Delilah laughed at the look on Jon’s face and shrugged, chewing her bottom lip lightly.

She liked Far Cry, that was insane.  Who the hell WAS this woman when he was there?  Where the hell had she been?  Boundaries, she liked boundaries, but here she was, practically DARING him to cross them.  Boundaries were rules meant to be broken.  Jon liked breaking rules, he was good at it.

“Want some unsolicited advice?  Sure you do.  Don’t base your career around Sami and what he’s doing, doll.  AEW has potential to blow up in a big way and that’s a once in a lifetime shot, you know?  If they make it, if everything works out like Rhodes and Khan are hoping…well,” Jon inhaled through his grit teeth, getting pleasure out of the mere idea that WWE would have competition. “Yeah, don’t let what you want slip away, you’ll fucking hate yourself for it.” That was experience advice right there.

Sami was comfortable with oVe in Impact and other Indie organizations, but if she signed with AEW, she couldn’t work for Impact.  It was a legitimate wrestling organization that would be on television, just like WWE, with major stars like Chris Jericho, Kenny Omega, Cody Rhodes, the Young Bucks…it was already getting a TON of hype online through social media and they hadn’t even had a show yet!  His words resonated with her – Don’t let what you want slip away, you’ll fucking hate yourself for it – and Delilah knew, at that moment, that second, what she wanted to do.

“Then I’m coming to Vegas on the 25^th and I’m going to wrestle for AEW.  They already sent me a contract and I just have to sign and send it back to them.  I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do, but…you’ve helped me make the decision, Moxley.  Who knew you were philosophical?”

“I’m not,” He grunted, using a weird looking pop socket to prop his cell up on, so she could see him and vice versa while he was seated in his comfortable gaming recliner chair, already booting up his gaming PC. “I’ve been there before though.  If you’re not sure, ask Rhodes if you can freelance.  He’s not going to lock you down the way WWE does.” Technically, they were all independent contractors, which was a nice thing for the WWE.  Superstars were responsible for their health and everything, but subject to WWE rules and stipulations, and they could be STUCK not working at ALL until the original agreement was expired.

Freelancing wasn’t a bad idea, actually. “I’ll have to ask Brandi about that.  She’s the one taking care of the contracts and whatnot, but I know she’ll ask Cody if it can be added to my contract.”

Signing too soon wouldn’t be a smart thing to do, not until Delilah had all her ducks in a row.  Why was this man torturing her?  He was in boxers, playing a PC game and she could see those delicious abs of his.  It made her mouth water and warmth spread throughout her body, though she hid it all well.

“Should I let you go so you can get on with your gaming?”

“I am quite capable of multitasking, darlin’, it’s one of my finer traits.” Jon looked directly at the screen and winked, a lot of dirty innuendoes in just that one sentence and he had laced his tone with something wicked and sultry. “They offered me a big…big sum, but I don’t know about signing shit until I know they’re not going to flop.” Because they’d had to buy their spot on TV because right now there was a lot of hype, but nothing to guarantee they would deliver on it.

She rolled her eyes at that innuendo and felt her panties instantly dampen, shifting on her bed to get more comfortable. “Behave, Jon.” That beautiful chest of his looked absolutely edible and all Delilah wanted to do was glide her tongue on it, biting back a groan. “I read 6 million they offered you for one year.  That’s insane considering not even your ex-Shield boys, Seth and Roman, make that much combined in a year with WWE.” That was hilarious, actually. “I guess AEW knows a real star when they see one.” They had offered her quite the sum as well since she had made a name for herself in the Indies and with oVe. “You could do the freelance route too, you know.  Take your own advice, Moxley.”

Chapter 7

“They offered me six figures for real,” Jon got serious, which wasn’t a look that fit on him, not like this. “But where’s the money coming from, you know?  I mean, I know that they got investors and shit backing them, but there hasn’t been a show yet, just TALENT and bullshit talked.  They did have that one pay-per-view last year that stirred interest up, but other than that, nothing else.” The idea of it, AEW was brilliant and Jon liked it, but that didn’t mean jack until the idea was brought to life.  Then it would either take off or fall flat. “And if it doesn’t work out, I’m out a LOT of money, and if they decide to keep on trying, I’m screwed and stuck in another contract.”

“But if you do freelance, you can always get out of it and go somewhere else.  According to what Brandi told me, the owner of the Jacksonville Jaguars and his son are forking over all the money.  Cody and the Young Bucks are running it internally and the Jaguars owners are the ones who are paying for everything.  It’s weird, I know, but if this takes off the way they think, WWE is about to get a very rude wakeup call.” Delilah explained, standing to set her phone on her dresser and Jon could see what she had on, which was boy cut panties and a tank top.  She had to brush her hair and pull it back because it was driving her nuts being down. “Zero risk, zero reward, Mox.”

“Yeah, but they don’t have infinite pockets, darlin’, and with them tossing all this money around, you know damn well they have backers.” Billionaires didn’t toss money around like that without someone backing them, their investment.  It was a tangled web and he didn’t want to get pulled into a sinking ship. “Freelance is the way to go.” For now, just to see how things played out.  Jon glanced at the phone and totally forgot what the hell he was doing. “Jesus Christ, Del…” He let out a wolf whistle, smirking wickedly. “How do you feel about long distance relationships conducted solely on cell phones and webcams?”

Delilah knew she had a banging body; she worked very hard to obtain and maintain it, which included going to tanning salons every so often or using self-tanner.  Sami did the same thing.  A lot of the wrestlers did it to look good out in the ring, but she made sure to do it to where she didn’t look like an Oompa Loompa.  No thanks, she’d pass on that and it didn’t really work well for her hair color either.  The gym was also a huge factor as well as personal hygiene.

“I think whatever you’re smoking, you need to share because, clearly, it’s fried your brain cells.” A long-distance relationship based on cell phones and webcams only?  What the hell? “No, I’d never do something like that.  If I’m in a relationship, I want it to be physically to where I can touch the person because sex is great.  Can’t exactly have intimacy and sex through a phone and webcam, no matter what anyone tells you.”

“So, you’re telling me,” Jon had been screwing with her, knowing damn well her anxiety and nervousness around him was a no bueno on any physical front.  For now, his good looks and charming nature would eventually win out, regardless of HER boundary issues. “That you’re staying here with me then, when you come to Vegas, and you definitely want to cuddle.” He was a lecher and he knew it; his words and tone were implying things that were probably going to get him bitch smacked the next time he did see her.

Since he wanted to tease her, Delilah felt inclined to do the same thing to him.  She had a camisole on that matched her dark blue boy cut panties and it had a sweetheart neckline, so the tops of her breasts were exposed. “What I’m telling you, Moxley,” She leaned into the camera a little too close to where only her face and boobs could be seen and he could clearly see DOWN her camisole.  Delilah wasn’t wearing a bra either, she hated to sleep in them. “Is I will stay with you in Vegas, in that big, strapping, secure house,” Her voice had dropped an octave, an evil smirk curving her lips. “And I’ll sleep in my own bed.” She clapped her hands together to jolt him out of the hypnotic spell she’d put him under and finished brushing her hair, pulling it up to fan on top of her head. “Sorry if you thought I was implying something else.”

She was implying something else.  Delilah was just being cocky because she was thousands of miles away where she knew she was safe from him and his ‘bad habits’ of not respecting physical boundaries.  Jon so wanted to disrespect this saucy vixen right now, and those bouncy tits of hers that were NOT encased in a bra. “My cock says you’re implying quite a bit, darlin’.” He remarked, not shy at all and grabbed his cell just to show her the tent he was sporting.  He wasn’t an average sized man by any means, in any respect.

“Jon!” Delilah scolded, covering her eyes with her hand and he could see her freshly manicured fingernails that had dark blue tips on them.  She hated getting full colored nails and always thought tips were more exotic looking.  Right now, they were blue since her wrestling attire always had some kind of blue in it. “I am NOT looking at you again until you put your phone…somewhere else that’s NOT inappropriate!” Maybe she had taken the teasing a little TOO far with him, but honestly, it was fun doing this…far away.  Now if he was here, in person, NONE of this would be happening and she knew it. “I’m sorry, please put your…Moxley monster away…” Wow, she started laughing, covering her mouth with her hand. 

Did she really just call his dick Moxley monster?!

Jon was laughing so hard that the cell was shaking in his hand as he brought it back up to his face, running his free hand down his face. When he uncovered his pink face, he had tears in his electric blues, shaking his head. “Moxley monster?” He rasped, shaking his head at the screen and then put it back on the pop socket, letting his hands fall into his lap.  That erection hadn’t gone anywhere, her reaction to him showing her a tent, his dick covered in material, had just made it worse. “Just remember that monster,” He winked at her. “The next time you think about showing off those beautiful tits of yours, doll.”

“I was only teasing you because…because you’re exposing that damn chest of yours!  How fair is that?!” Delilah shot back, stumbling a little over her words because she was exasperated.  And STILL couldn’t believe what she’d nicknamed his dick!  What the hell was she thinking even doing something like that?! “Okay, okay – I think we veered off course a little and we need to get back on it.  No more teasing each other.  It’s not a good idea.” Bad, very bad idea, indeed. “I told you I’m not interested, and I meant it, so let’s talk about something else and stop riling each other up.” Her face was CRIMSON red, and she tried in vain to get the color to go back to normal.

“No, I like the way this conversation is going,” In fact, his free hand was idly giving his cock a few tugs, knowing that was probably a bad idea, but…as long as she didn’t see it, no harm, right? “If you weren’t interested, Delilah, you wouldn’t have teased.” She WAS interested, she was just afraid. “Now what’s this about my bare chest, darlin’?” He trailed a finger down it, smirking when her eyes dropped to follow that finger.  She was gorgeous, her face red and her golden brown eyes narrowed, with that silver hair.

BUSTED!  Shit, what was she going to do?  Lie?  Could she lie to Jon? “I had a momentary relapse in judgment.  You have a nice chest and…” She really SUCKED at lying!  Delilah could see the stern expression on Jon’s face through the phone and was tempted to say a quick ‘good night’ and hang up.  That would solve the issues going on between them and cut the conversation short. “And no, I’m not interested.  I only teased because you did it first, so…” She stuck her tongue out at him, hoping that would turn him off somehow if she acted a little childish. 

It was NOT easy for Delilah to do.

On the contrary, she had made a mouth mistake and Jon took that as a chance to jump. “I don’t know, darlin’…using my real name,” She had shrieked it, actually, which he would take as a win since she rarely used his given name.  Good or Mox, or some variation of his wrestling name. “Anddddd,” He sing-songed, his tongue darting out to swipe his bottom lip. “You said RElapse, not lapse.” He LOVED the way her mouth opened just a little, as if that totally un-Delilah like childish moment would distract him.  No, he had scented blood, he was going to circle it like a great white shark. “Eyed me a few times over the years, doll?”

She was so screwed! “Of course not!” Flat lie!  She had watched that Moxley return video at LEAST 50 times since it came out.  Not that she would ever admit that to him or anyone for that matter. “I meant lapse, Moxley.  Didn’t see you as someone who analyzed everything a person says.” Sitting back on her bed, she laid back and leaned against the pillows, feigning yawning. “It’s getting late…”

“Uh huh,” Jon drawled, knowing damn well this woman was lying.  She had been holding out on him and they would fix that. “I’mma take pity on you, Del, and let you go to sleep.” Tonight. “I hope, darlin’, you have the best dreams…of me and my chest.” He smirked when she made a sound half-exasperated, half a groan. “You know, doll, this wouldn’t be as much fun if you weren’t such a little…de-light,” He cocked the left side of his mouth up into a very wicked grin. “And you ARE delightful, Delilah.” They were going to have fun, he could tell.

“Look, you took what I said the wrong way…” Delilah was second-guessing going to AEW now because she knew Jon was more than likely signing with them.  Freelance, anyway.  Then again, she didn’t know WHAT Indie companies he would be working for and they could run into each other at any one of them. “Glad I made your night delightful, Moxley.  Good night.” She ended the video chat before he could say anything else and tossed her phone to the side on the bed, covering her face with her hands. “FUCK!”

“Fuck!” He wasn’t cursing for the same reason she was though, his reasons had to do with the fuck that he was now envisioning with that silver haired vixen.  

Bent over, her hands cupping those beautiful breasts, pushing them up and out for him.  Since she had hung up, he had use of both his hands, those boxers down far enough.  One hand was stroking his cock, the other was busy with his balls, imagining those sweet lips pursing at him, saying his name, saying Jon.

~!~

Brandi had no idea who gave Delilah the advice to do a freelance contract, in case things didn’t pan out, but they were wise.  She said a close friend of hers, in the business, had advised her to do it, so she wasn’t strictly stuck with AEW.  Cody didn’t have a problem with it, so she whipped up a new contract to send over to Delilah, having a great feeling about this. 

She would sign, who wouldn’t?

~!~

“Sami, I need to talk to you about something and it can’t wait.”

Sami looked up at his sister, raising a brow and could see the seriousness written all over her face. “What’s wrong, Delilah?” He almost never used her full name, but the way she looked at him, like she was heartbroken or maybe torn, made his stomach twist violently.

Sitting down, Delilah took his hand in hers and heaved a sigh. “I signed with AEW, Sami.” Now she looked up at him, swallowing hard and wasn’t surprised when he snatched his hand away from her, acting as if she just burned him. “I’m not happy in Impact anymore and they made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.  I’ll be freelancing, so if I want to come back to Impact, I can, but…I’m also not about to pass this opportunity up.”

Sami could only sit there and stare at her, wondering what the hell?  They both had been offered a chance to ‘come check things out’, and he had been on the fence because his offer was a solo thing.  He had oVe here with Impact and they had a good thing going.  So, for her to sit him down and tell him they had made an offer she ‘couldn’t refuse’, he didn’t know what to think.  It was like she had never planned on ‘checking things out’, so much as making that leap.

“Okay.” He said finally, dumbly clearing his throat, staring down at the hand he had snatched from her. “What brought this on?”

Don’t let what you want slip away, you’ll fucking hate yourself for it. 

Delilah knew exactly what brought this on and it wasn’t just because Jon would more than likely go to AEW, it was the fact she needed something new.  Fresh.  AEW was new and fresh.  Impact was a messy company to work for and not at all organized or taken seriously.  She wanted to be with a winning company instead of a low-class one.

“I don’t want this opportunity to slip away and fucking hate myself for it later, Sami.  This didn’t just come on out of nowhere, I’ve been thinking a lot about doing this.  I’ve had the contract for a couple weeks now and I just signed it this morning.  Life is too short and, as much as I love being in oVe, I need to set out on my own and find my own way, forge my own path.” She wouldn’t be a wrestler forever, not at age 32. “I want to conquer every women’s division in every wrestling company I can before I retire.  I only have a handful of years left before I’ll have to find something else to do with my life.” Women didn’t make it nearly as long in this business as men. 

Delilah would retire by age 40 from professional wrestling, more than likely.

Sami got what she was saying, he honestly did.  Women didn’t last as long in this business as men did.  No matter how far the wrestling world had come, that was one thing that hadn’t changed, men still and probably would always outlast the women.  Most likely, it had a lot to do with ageism, how women looked as they got older, unless they decided to go with surgery and shit to fight the aging process.  Men didn’t really have that issue and, to be fair, men were kind of stupid.

“Man, this feels…weird.”

“It’ll be okay.”

Chapter 8

It’d been a week since her video chat with Jon and, surprisingly, he left her alone.  Cody and Brandi would be advertising her signing with AEW next week once the ad was made up and whatnot.  There was A LOT more to do with a new wrestling organization than people could fathom.  Delilah had just tied up another week of shows, doing her final matches in the Indie promotions and dropping her women’s championship titles she’d won.  Now, she was back at home in Cincinnati and it was two weeks before Double or Nothing.  She’d just finished making dinner, showered and had her normal sleepwear on, when her phone went off.  It was a video chat…and it was the devil himself.  Delilah didn’t answer it and set it on the bed, only for it to go off again. 

She groaned, slapping her face and finally swiped her finger across to make the call go through. “To what do I owe the pleasure, Moxley?”

“Soooo, babe, how are we tonight?”

Jon had gotten the most interesting call, he wasn’t supposed to tell anyone obviously, but she didn’t count.  He had also gotten told it was ‘odd’ how two people who knew each other had both been so smart, almost like they had the same mind or something.  Cody was a smartass sometimes.  Good people, bit of a smartass.  He was even sort of dressed tonight, in a beater with a pair of workout shorts.  It was still daylight there in Vegas.  Jon was also in dire need of a shower since he had been biking all day.

“Any life-changing events you want to share?  Like you’ve realized that there is more to me than my delicious chest?”

“Do not call me babe.” This was not funny.  This was not good either.  Jon was openly flirting with her now and, for so many years, she’d kept him at bay for the most part. “Your chest is not that delicious either, don’t get cocky.” On the contrary, Delilah could see the beads of sweat on it through the phone and had to take several silent breaths he couldn’t see, keeping a serene smile on her face. “And I have no idea what you’re talking about.  Care to elaborate on this so-called life-changing event?”

“Someone,” He sing-songed horribly off-key. “Signed a freelancing contract with AEW and it wasn’t meeeeee….” Jon could be annoying and he knew it; he stressed certain words, syllables, and it probably made no sense to anyone except him half the time. “Don’t be coy, it doesn’t suit you, babe.” And she was a LIAR, she LOVED his chest. “So, if I do this…” He reached back with one hand, grabbed the material and pulled it right up and over his head, the hand with the cell disappearing for a moment, flashing his sculpted abs and chest before showing his face again. “Nothing?  Really?”

“Son of a…” Delilah knew – SHE KNEW – that mouth mistake was going to cost her and here it was.  She had reaped what she sowed, and she had to own it now. “Please stop.  Please, I’m begging you to stop.”

Her cheeks had gone red and she had to turn the phone away for a moment, biting on her knuckle briefly before releasing it and turned the phone back to look at him.  He was now bare from the waist up and that chest was GLISTENING with sweat.  All she wanted to do was give him a tongue bath.  Would a tongue bath constitute as sex?

“Yes, I signed a contract with AEW, freelance, and I already told Sami about it and he’s not happy, but he supports me.  There, happy, Good?”

“Extremely, though Rhodes busted my balls about two of us from Cincy being ‘smart’.  Apparently, someone gave you good advice and god knows it COULDN’T have been me.” Jon had an image and it was both a blessing and a bane.  

The tech part, blessing because he hated the idea of his privacy being destroyed, so he feigned ignorance and disgust about things like that, including social media, which was a disease as far as he was concerned.  He liked computers and games, but not as…a lifestyle, or an obsession.  People also assumed he was dumb or something, just because he occasionally did dumb stuff.

“Why are you begging?  Could you do it on your knees maybe?  I didn’t get a sense of genuine pleading from you, Del.”

“I’ll never tell.” She singsonged back at him sarcastically, moving around her apartment since she was in the living room when he called and padded into the kitchen.  If he was going to bug her on voice chat, she was going to need something a little stronger than water.  Wine sounded like a damn fine idea. “And it was you, so stop acting coy about it.  Thanks for the advice, I owe you one.  And NOT sexually either.  AND I’m not getting on my knees, so keep teasing me all you want.  It’s not gonna work, Moxley.” Another singsong tune that made her giggle while she poured herself a glass of wine.

“So, Jon, Good, and Moxley, you need to pick one and stick with it.  I think you’re giving me a complex, babe.” He told her, also currently in his kitchen, popping a beer. “I’ll get on my knees then, darlin’, how’d that be?” He offered, taking a swig before heading for the bathroom.  Jon needed a shower, eventually.  Maybe he’d even give her a show, providing she didn’t have a meltdown that would no doubt be fueled by desire, frustration, embarrassment, and a need to kill him. “Teasing you huh?  That implies you LIKE it.” Cause he was FLIRTING.

“Those are all of your names though, so I’ll call you whatever I want to.  I could be calling you dick, but I think you’d take that as a damn compliment.” Jackass was also a possibility. “Why do you insist on trying to flirt with me when I told you I’m not interested?” Why did he insist on setting her on FIRE to where she had to take care of herself from being hot and bothered?  That was a better question! “And for your information, no, I don’t like it.” She LOVED it and wanted more, secretly. “So please stop teasing me or I won’t answer these calls from you anymore, MOX.” That was a flat lie too.

“Lies, such lies!” He chided, clicking his tongue at her as he took another sip before setting the beer down on the bathroom counter.  Jon set the cell phone in its nifty case holder on his mirror.  Hands free was awesome and he could still see her and she could see him. “I’m shaving this shit off.” He gestured to his face, frowning. “The beard HAS to go.” It made him look older than he was. “I’d ask you to come out and help, but I use a straight razor and you might try slitting my throat.”

“About time.” Delilah smirked when he arched a brow at her through the screen and took a sip of her wine. “That beard made you look 20 years older than you actually are.  You’re better off with the scruff look, it suits you better.” Was he actually going to shave while talking to her on the phone? “I can let you go, so you can take care of your grooming, Moxley.  Or you can call me back and I MIGHT answer the phone for you.” She definitely would; there wasn’t a doubt in her mind.

“I told you, I can multitask.  Besides, if you’re staying here, doll, you need to get used to seeing me, so this is perfect.  You’re in Cincy, I’m here, so I can’t break your boundary issues,” Which he would as soon as her beautiful, silvery backside was in Vegas.  Jon wasn’t taking no for an answer.  Regardless of the flirting and shit, she was a lifelong friend – sort of – and she wasn’t staying in an overpriced hotel. “Or does seeing a guy shave bother you?” He was already set up, reaching for his brush and shave soap in a mug. “You can do your legs while I do my face, it’ll be…interesting.”

“I don’t shave.” Jon cursed when he actually cut himself on the first swipe and she giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. “Are you okay?”

“What. Do. You. Mean. You. Don’t. Shave?” Jon demanded through gritted teeth because that had HURT.

Delilah raised a brow at the grit in his voice and held her finger in a one second gesture, walking into her bathroom to grab something.  Flashing the pink bottle, she brought it back a little and grinned when he read the word VEET on it. “I don’t need to shave, don’t own one razor and never will again.  This stuff takes cares of ALL my hair problems.” Yes, she was bare below the belt because hair pulling at her wrestling tights was NOT a good time at all. “This makes me smooth ALL over, Moxley.  You should try it sometime.”

She had emphasized ALL, which meant the curtains did not match the drapes.  Completely natural because using hair dye on THOSE sensitive places just to have a silver bush was just asking for trouble. “For someone who doesn’t like my teasing,” He drawled, pressing a small square of tissue to the cut.  Man, STRAIGHT RAZOR, she could have killed him. “You are quite the tease, Delilah.” He shook his head, resuming what he had been doing. “I’m not putting pink shit on my face either…I want it trimmed and scruffy, not totally smooth…”

“Hey, YOU asked and I answered, it’s not my fault you can’t handle a razor.” Then again, he probably hadn’t really shaved in…a couple years, at least.  That was one BUSHY beard and she could only imagine what the scruff felt like…NOPE!  Wrong road to go down, Del, she mentally chastised, watching as the hair fell into the sink. “And by the way, I don’t have any boundary issues, that would be YOU, Good.  You don’t seem to understand the word ‘no’ when someone says it.  Or how to take a hint that a woman is NOT interested in you.” Yet here Delilah was, completely contradicting herself by talking to him and even flirting a bit on video chat.

“Yeah no, I don’t have boundary issues.  I like being touched.” By people he knew, not complete strangers. “You have boundary issues, they need to be resolved and I will-” He shut up, pulling a face just to make it go taut as he worked that area, shaving it until he was totally smooth.  Then he’d just maintain the scruff. “Holy shit, I’m pale…” Beneath the beard especially. “You’re interested, darlin’, if you weren’t, you wouldn’t take my calls or tease me back.  Stop playing hard to get.”

“There’s the Jon I know.” Delilah smiled softly, giving him a thumbs up and chuckled at his hands caressing his own smooth skin. “That looks so much better.  You just shaved off the last remaining bit of Dean Ambrose and now you’re FULLY Moxley again.” She was purposely ignoring what he said about having boundary issues because, truthfully, she didn’t. 

Only with him. 

She was not playing hard to get either; she could NOT sleep with this man, no matter how many times she had to say it to get it through his head.  Sami would maim them both and she really didn’t want to destroy her relationship with her brother for a night with the Moxley monster.  Now she was laughing again because of her own thoughts.

“Not you, you look good, I promise.” She would NEVER live down calling his junk that.

“I know I look good, darlin’.” Jon’s tone was dripping with arrogance as he applied aftershave, examining himself critically in the mirror.  He even missed his longish hair, though the receding hairline had made it weird.  Then it was cleaning up his mess before leaning into the cell, letting her get a good look. “You got work lined up between now and the show?” He asked, knowing she probably did. “I’m thinking of paying you a…social visit.” A very, very sociable visit.  At the look on her face, he cocked a brow. “What’s the deal, Del?  You can’t keep saying no and then flirt back, so what’s the hold up, babe?”

She was going to sound like a broken record at this point. “I’m. NOT. Interested.” Delilah said those words very slowly and precisely, so there was no way he didn’t hear them. “And I’m NOT flirting with you either!  How is showing you what I use to get rid of my body hair flirting?  You asked a question, I answered.  It’s called having a conversation, not flirting, you dick!” She had a couple more shows to do and then she was done, which would give her a straight week with nothing to do and she’d be stuck in Cincinnati until the 25^th, when she’d fly out for AEW’s Double or Nothing show. “There is no hold up because there’s nothing going on between us.”

“Lies, such lies…” He bent out of sight, dropping his shorts and then stepped out of them. “Well, my silver vixen, I’m going to get in the shower.”

He turned to reach up off his open shelves, grabbing a towel and a washcloth, his bare back and ass right in her line of vision.  Jon was damn proud of his body; he had worked hard for it during that ‘downtime’ from his injury.  He was in the best shape of his life and he knew it.  Turning back, he dropped the handful of his towel down to cover the ‘Moxley Monster’ or whatever she had called it.

“Unless you want to digitally join me in there?” His tone was teasing, knowing damn well she was going to ream him out.

She did not look away because Jon had the sexiest back of any man she’d ever met in her life.  It had this curve to it and his backside wasn’t half bad either.  Delilah looked away as soon as his face turned back to stare into the phone and her eyes were staring up at the ceiling. “I’m going to take a hard pass on that offer, and I will talk to you later.  Enjoy your shower.” Pressing the end button on her screen, she groaned and tossed it on the couch, shaking her head.  When they were in AEW together, in person, she was absolutely, 100% screwed. “Avoidance…avoid him like the plague.”

That was never going to happen.  When people got aroused, there tended to be signs.  For him, his eyes got a bit dark and behind his neck flushed.  It was weird.  Delilah…had a flush coming upwards on what he could see of her chest.  Humming under his breath, he got into the shower and cranked it to cold, needing the ice to cool down his blood.  If they were face to face right now, Jon knew he’d be smashing those barriers, those boundaries, and groaned, reaching up to plant his hands against the tile.

“Fuck…Del…”

When Jon called back, Delilah didn’t answer her phone.  She was tempted to block his number, but refrained and just kept swiping to the red button.  No more teasing; Jon was dangerous and cunning, crafty…she could not put herself in another situation like this, even if it was over the phone.  Even if he was far away from her.  Delilah went on the next week to do the rest of her Indie shows, saying goodbye to friends she’d made over the years and whatnot.  They all wished her well in AEW and she was grateful for their kind words and support. 

Even the owners of the companies had wished her well and a few of them had a party for her. 

It was one week before AEW, the 25^th, the make or break event for this new upcoming, budding wrestling organization and Delilah had a straight week to get all of her belongings organized and in order.  She’d already booked her hotel room and flight, so that wasn’t an issue – that had been done as soon as she signed the contract.  There was no way she could stay at Jon’s now, not when he kept promising to break her boundaries and barriers.  It was best to avoid him and stay at a hotel instead of at his house.

This was annoying.  AN-NOY-ING.  How dare she tease and torment him, then ignore him?!  How was that fair?  Jon was both annoyed and, if he were honest, amused with Delilah ignoring his calls.  His texts.  He was probably borderline stalker, though he wasn’t doing it ALL day, EVERY day.  Just one call, or text, at night, which had become their ‘thing’, if two times of it could be a ‘thing’.  Why was she playing hard to get?  However, time was running out, her delicious, vixen backside was coming to Vegas, to his turf, and he already knew she wasn’t going to stay with him.

Totally fine, he’d work around that.

Chapter 9

The day before Double or Nothing, Delilah flew into Vegas with a lot of anxiety, nerves, and excitement all rolled up into one massive ball in the pit of her stomach.  She knew who lived here and yet, she was stepping right into the damn lion’s den.  Then again, this was solely for work and after ignoring him for over 2 weeks, Delilah hoped Jon had gotten the hint.  She had blocked his number after the 10^th text message, demanding her to call him.  Like she would listen?  Hell no! 

Delilah stepped off the plane and went straight to her hotel with bags in hand, stepping out of her Chevy Malibu.  It was better than nothing, she supposed, not a huge fan of Chevy in general.  With a hoodie over her head, even though it was scorching outside – it was the end of May after all – Delilah made her way inside to check into her room and made sure to keep her face hidden as much as possible.  She didn’t want anyone to know she was here yet and had a feeling the paparazzi and dirt sheets (social media people) would be on the hunt and search for all the stars for AEW.  Even though she’d been announced, Delilah still didn’t want anyone knowing she had come here a day early.

She was screwed.  Jon watched with an amused grin as she, in a hoodie of all things, headed inside the hotel to check into her room.  Finding her flight, figuring it out, wasn’t hard.  He just checked what was coming in and from where, then he had made a few phone calls, and boom.  It occurred to him that he was being a creepy stalker, but…in his defense, he was slightly insane and honest about it.  He didn’t have to curb any weird tendencies or impulses; Jon wasn’t in a fishbowl with a bunch of life-dictating, cockblocking bosses anymore.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but…our records show that your hotel reservation was canceled a few days after it was made…” The receptionist swallowed hard at the sheer FIRE in the woman’s eyes and typed on her keyboard. “Lemme see if we have anything else available for you.”

Canceled?  How the HELL could her hotel reservation be canceled?! “I didn’t cancel it…” Delilah was not amused right now and pinched the bridge of her nose, not surprised when she was told there were no vacancies here or anywhere in the City of Sin.  Great! “I’d like to speak to your manager, please.  Someone obviously called and canceled my reservation because I never did!”

“M-Ma’am, the manager is gone for the day…”

“Of COURSE, they are!” Delilah crowed, the annoyance at an all-time high and stepped away from the desk, pursing her lips tightly together. “Thanks.” She turned around and nearly smacked right into… “What the hell, Moxley?!” She was NOT in the mood for this, not even wanting to know how he KNEW she was here and immediately stepped back.

Jon’s blue eyes widened at the vitriol in Delilah’s voice, looking past her to the poor desk clerk who seemed to be having a very bad day. “Hi, rude much?” He stepped around her with a snort. “Doll, I need a double for some buddies coming in.  What’cha got?”

Now she was really flustered, hoping this guy didn’t eat her. “Nothing sir, we’re all out of rooms.”

“What?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Fucking really?” Groaning, he turned and frowned at the sight of Delilah still standing there. “Let me guess, you got the last room?” At her narrowing eyes, he bit his bottom lip. “Ohhh…that sucks.”

“SOMEONE called and canceled my damn reservation a few days after I made the damn thing!  I don’t believe this…” Was fate really out to punish her this badly?  First, her rental car had broken down on the way to the airport and she BARELY made her flight to get here.  And now this…it was almost as if a higher power was telling her NOT to wrestle for AEW and didn’t want her coming to Vegas. “I gotta go.” Avoiding Jon was still in her plans and she headed out of the hotel with her bags in hand, suddenly taking the hooded sweatshirt off.  It didn’t matter anymore now that she’d run smack dab into the one person she was trying to avoid most. “Fuck my life…”

Guilty as charged, not that anyone was charging him and, to be fair, not many people could call and HAVE a reservation canceled.  Not unless they were the person booking the room.  Jon had some strings he could occasionally pull, palms he could grease; he was shady as hell sometimes.  He took off after her, admiring the way the sunlight made her silver hair shimmer, almost like the desert. “Hey, darlin’, there might be something open on the other side of Vegas,” He suggested, easily falling into step alongside her. “Nothing nice like this, but maybe there’s a vacancy.” Not likely, not with this being tourist season as some major events were looming and Memorial weekend was upon them, the end of the school year and all that jazz, along with Double or Nothing.

“Nope, not a vacancy in the entire City of Sin.” She had on blue jean shorts with rips in them for style and a red tank top, her silver hair piled unruly on top of her head. “I’m gonna have to go…never mind, just…never mind.”

Why was he following her?  Delilah remembered what he said about breaking those boundaries between them and the flirting they had both done to each other.  Jon hurried along ahead of her and made her stop when he froze in front of her, light brown eyes meeting electric pale blues.  Why did he have to look sexy with his ballcap on his head tilted to the side?  In jeans and a white beater, a silver Rolex on his left wrist and that beard was gone, all that was left behind was scruff.  He really did look like Jon Moxley again instead of that bearded idiot Dean Ambrose he portrayed in WWE.

“I don’t have time for this, Good.” Delilah had to go to the next town over and hopefully, there was a vacancy somewhere there and it wouldn’t be that far of a drive to head to the MGM Grand Garden Arena, where Double or Nothing was taking place tomorrow.

Hurt flashed in his eyes before he slipped on a pair of sunglasses, shrugging. “Excuse me for trying to help a friend, Del, my bad.” He took a step away from her, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Promise darlin’, won’t bother you again.” Well, wasn’t she a fine ball of fuck yous? “Primm and Boulder City are both gonna be slammed, we’re at the kick-off of tourist season, on top of some poker bullshit.  Good luck.” She really was stubborn; Delilah knew damn well she had a room open at his place! “Just make sure you leave wherever you wind up early, traffic will be killer.” He flicked two fingers at her before turning, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket.

Cursing violently in her head, Delilah knew what she had to do and let out a soft groan, tilting her head up to stare at the sky.  This was a bad – BAD idea all around and she knew it, but what choice did she have?  Sleep in her car?  She’d done it before, but tomorrow was very important to her and she really wanted to get a good night’s sleep.

“Wait, Jon…” Turmoil boiled in her eyes as he slowly turned around to face her and she clasped her hands tightly in front of her, letting out a heavy sigh.  Looks like avoiding him was OUT of the question now. “I’m just…really frustrated with this whole situation and this day hasn’t exactly gone my way.” Her 3 AM flight, the broken-down rental vehicle, needing to fork over more money for a cab to race her to the airport…and now her hotel room reservation had been canceled by some jackass.  Either that, or their customer service seriously sucked. “I didn’t…mean to take it out on you.” Stepping up to him, Delilah had to swallow not only her pride, but the anxiety that suddenly bubbled in her stomach. “If that room is still open at your place, I could really use it.  Please?”

Boom, everything fell into place like he had been banking it would.  Jon felt, maybe a little bad, like three percent.  The rest of him was amused and a few other things he wasn’t bothering with. “Course you can, Del.” He said gently, knowing her having to suck it up and ask him had to be burning a fire under her backside. “You want to follow me ba-”

“Hey, hey, watch it!”

They both cringed as the sound of someone backing up violently into a parked car was heard.  It was a very distinctive sound and they turned to see the accident. “Man, hope that Malibu was insured.” He blinked; the front was MANGLED.

Delilah’s jaw dropped at the sight of the now MANGLED Malibu in front of her and covered her mouth with her hand, tears actually stinging her eyes. “WHAT THE FUCK?!” She shrieked, rushing over to stare at the damage and looked at the driver responsible for this accident, gritting her teeth. “WHAT THE FUCK, YOU PRICK?!  YOU JUST HIT MY FUCKING CAR!!  YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH!!” Now, it took a lot to spark her temper, but when the silver haired beauty went off, she did it with interest. “I’LL BEAT YOUR FUCKING ASS BLACK AND BLUE, YOU STUPID ASSHOLE!!” Jon was RIGHT there, holding her back before she could charge at the idiot kid, who looked ready to piss himself. “LET GO OF ME, MOXLEY!  FUCK THIS MOTHER FUCKER!!  GODDAMN IT!!” Could anything ELSE go wrong on this extremely SHITTY day?! “I’LL SHRED HIM!!”

“Lady, if you fucking touch me, I’ll press charges!” The man was shrieking, well…the young adult. “It was an accident, and you – you can’t threaten me!  I’LL SUE YOU!”

Jon actually grunted at the strength she exerted to try breaking free of him when the high-pitched voiced idiot actually threatened her. “Kid, I’m going to let her go.” He cautioned, knowing he was going to wind up on Delilah’s shit list if he didn’t let her loose soon. “Del, if you touch him, you’ll miss tomorrow.” Because she would be in jail.

“YOU’RE LUCKY I DON’T FUCKING SUE YOU!!  YOU JUST HIT MY FUCKING CAR BECAUSE YOU WEREN’T PAYING ATTENTION TO WHAT THE FUCK YOU WERE DOING!!”

She could tell the kid, no more than 18 years of age, was drunk and couldn’t even stand on his own two feet.  The police would be on her side and heaven help this kid if he didn’t have insurance!  Closing her eyes, Delilah breathed in through the nose and out the mouth, needing to calm down and simmer her boiling blood.

“I want your insurance NOW, punk.  I’m calling the police right now too, so don’t even THINK about getting in your car and speeding away.” She would tackle him if he even moved toward his car and gritted her teeth, pulling her cell phone out as Jon released her to make the call. 

Twenty minutes later, the police arrived and Delilah, calmer, gave her statement on what happened, along with Jon as her witness, while the kid was taken away in cuffs after failing a sobriety test.  Thank the stars, she DID have insurance on the rental and it was no surprise to discover the kid had stolen his father’s car.  His father’s insurance company was about to pay out the ass for the Malibu to the rental company.

Jon stood there with her through it all, and a few other people, since they had all been witnesses to the actual event.  Someone had shouted ‘hey watch it!’ and all eyes had turned to see the disaster.  She then had to deal with the car rental company on the phone and was SOL because the rest of their fleet was reserved.  Jon hadn’t been kidding, this was the kick-off to the summer tourist season.  Delilah looked like she was either going to cry or have another meltdown and he slowly, hesitantly draped an arm around her, giving a squeeze.

“I got a car you can use, darlin’.” He said quietly, having maybe…35% to do with her bad luck, but this was Vegas and it ran in spades.

Having to rely on this man, being forced into this, didn’t sit well with Delilah, but she had no other choice. “I need a drink.” Or several, especially after the day she’d had so far. 

Jon chuckled, assuring her he had plenty of liquor and beer at his place, which wasn’t surprising.  The rental car company assured her the car would be towed away and she would be reimbursed because she had full coverage on her rental, including all fees.  The tow would also be covered under it; Delilah didn’t mess around when it came to rental vehicles.  Jon led the way with his arm still wrapped around her shoulders and she didn’t push him away, needing the comfort right now after everything that happened.  Once they were in the car, she looked over at him, that overpowering draw to him bubbling inside of her. “Thank you for helping me and stopping me from beating the shit outta that kid.  And for letting me stay with you.” It had been originally planned, but…she’d been stubborn and wanted to avoid any close quarters with him. 

That had all been shot to hell, thanks to her very bad luck.

“Not a problem, Del,” He was on his cell. “Hold on, trying to sort this out with my buds.  They were driving in for the show, but there isn’t shit open…” Jon sighed and shook his head in mock disbelief. “I offered them a place to crash, but now they’re not coming.  I got shitty friends.” He laughed, making doubly sure to check everything before pulling away from the curb.

He wasn’t risking karma coming back and biting him in the backside by wrecking HIS baby.  He glanced over at her, seeing the set of her jaw and knew this was definitely not her day, not how she had planned this.  Good.  She’d get over it.  Delilah just needed to get the ‘I don’t wanna piss off Sami and ruin friendships’ stick removed from her and she’d find Jon wasn’t a total tool.

“Oh.”

That stick would take A LOT to remove since it was the one thing holding her back from doing anything with Jon.  Be it kissing, touching, exploring or straight out screwing.  Delilah wanted to do it all with him, but…her brother meant the world to her and he was the only family she had left on this planet.  Not to mention, he already thought her and Jon slept together when that wasn’t the case.  Looking away from him, she stared out the window and leaned her head back, watching the scenery fly by.  Jon was on the outskirts of Vegas, but not far enough away to make it an inconvenience from the strip. 

Chapter 10

It was about 10 minutes out and her eyes widened slightly when he pulled into the driveway of…a big house. “Whoa…” THIS was Jon’s place? 

The house was HUGE as she slowly stepped out of the vehicle to take it all in and tore her attention away from it long enough to grab her bags from the back.  When they stepped through the door, Delilah squealed out at a HUGE English bulldog rushing at them at full speed and blinked, not believing Jon had a dog.  What other secrets and changes had this man made during his WWE tenure?

“Oh shit!” Jon dropped before Blue could do it for him, catching the mongrel in his arms and groaned. “No, no kisses for Daddy…” He got them anyway, extremely wet and drooly, full tongue kisses because dogs did not care about any type of boundaries.  Looking up at her from his place on the floor, legs outstretched before him, the dog settled on his lap, sort of. “This is Blue.” He grinned, loving the look on her face.  Dogs when they were kids…everyone had wanted a pet, but how did one feed an animal when they were barely eating enough for themselves? “Come on down, babe, and say hi, he’s friendly.” Unless someone broke in, then the kisses became chow time and Blue had some strong jaws that would snap a hand easily.

The dog had beautiful light blue eyes, so she understood where the name came from.  He was beautiful and seemed friendly enough, so she slowly dropped to her knees in front of the dog and Jon.  Reaching her hand out, remembering not to tense or be afraid, because animals could sense fear, Blue looked at it for a moment or two.  Delilah smiled as he sniffed her hand before nudging it and moved away from his owner to start getting attention from the new person in the house.

“You’re such a good boy, aren’t you?  You’re so handsome – yes, such a handsome boy.” Delilah crooned, scratching behind Blue’s ears and laughed when he dropped to roll on his back, so she could give him a belly rub.  While she rubbed Blue’s belly, she looked up to meet Jon’s amused eyes before dropping them back on the dog, finally stopping to stand back on her feet. “All right, Moxley, give me the grand tour of this place and show me which room I’ll be staying in, so I can put my stuff in there.”

“I can’t, sorry doll, but I think Blue is in love with you.” He chuckled, amusement in his tone while rising to his own feet, glancing down at Blue, who was staring at Delilah expectantly, as if she was obviously wrong in stopping the attention.  Bending, Jon swiped her bag over his shoulder and grabbed the rolling luggage she had set down in order to greet Blue. “Come on, this way.” He knew this house was a bit much, at least if you knew who he was growing up and when he had been younger, but…that was probably the point.  He had busted his backside to get here and he wouldn’t spend the rest of his life in a tiny, bedbug infested apartment.

It truly was a beautiful home and the décor was both manly and had a nice homey feeling to it, the deep browns and tans blending well together.  She followed him upstairs, sliding her hand against the deep cherry wood oak railing and couldn’t believe how many bedrooms this place had.  It shouldn’t have been surprising, but Delilah idly wondered why Jon needed these many bedrooms.  There were five up here just upstairs and she was sure there were some downstairs.  Then again, maybe not.  Jon opened a door and ushered her inside, letting her set her things down on the carpeted floor.  The room itself was standard, generic, nothing special or outstanding about it, but it would definitely work.  It was also one of the only guest rooms that had its own bathroom, so at least she would have SOME privacy.

“Why not just have your friends you invited out stay here?  Or are you having other people stay here besides me and there’s no room?” That was also a huge possibility.

Jon looked exasperatedly down at her; he had already told her in the car.  He didn’t like the implication of her either forgetting already what he had said or she hadn’t really been listening.  Mmm, didn’t like that at all, Jon didn’t like being ignored, especially by the woman he was pursuing, even if she was adamant he stopped his antics and stayed clear of him.  That was working out GREAT for her so far, wasn’t it?

“I did ask them over, they declined and said fuck it.” He reminded her, doing his best not to sound annoyed. “Well, I did it via text, but…same difference.” It was just them and it was perfect.

On the contrary, Delilah DID listen to him and now she had a whole SLEW of questions to throw his way.  The first one being why the hell was he at the hotel in the first place if his friends, who bailed on him, were going to stay here?  Now he was confusing her, and she arched a slow brow. “Wait a minute, back up.  You were at the hotel asking if there were spare rooms BECAUSE of those friends.  Right?” Delilah folded her arms in front of her chest and narrowed her eyes slightly. “Moxley, you have a HUGE freaking house and you invited me to stay here, so why didn’t you offer it to them?” That made no sense at all. 

“Because, darlin’, WHY would I?” Jon shot back with a snort, wondering what her damage was now.  This woman had issues and she assumed way too much about him, based on who he HAD been.  Certain things HAD changed.  She obviously didn’t trust him. “I was at the hotel trying to get them rooms, they were calling everywhere, and I was sent there by the Plaza because they were also out of rooms.  When I did offer some rooms, they said no.” Probably because they knew he was liable to do bad things to them if he got them drunk, like send them outside with the bees. “Do YOU invite all your friends over to crash at your place?” No, she didn’t.  Sami had forced her hand when it came to him staying there that one night.  It hadn’t even occurred to her to offer him her couch.

What made her so different from his friends, though, besides she had tits and a vagina?  Then again, maybe Jon did have other female friends, though she doubted it.  Highly.  He had flat out and openly invited her here before he even knew she’d sign with AEW. “I’m also in a one-bedroom apartment that’s about the size of your front yard.” She pointed out, turning her back to him and, since her hair was piled on top of her head, the tank top she had on revealed something Jon had missed. 

On each shoulder blade were dragon wings.  They had red black and a hint of grey in them and it started at her shoulders and trailed all the way to the middle of her back.  They weren’t as big as she would have liked, but given her petite size, the man suggested to go a little smaller.  Dragons were a huge obsession of Delilah’s and she had quite a bit of dragon memorabilia scattered in her apartment, especially in her room.  Jon had noticed the dragon thing at her apartment, though he had definitely not noticed the tattoos.  HOW had he missed those?  She had been wearing tank tops with her hair up when he had stayed with her, so he was definitely not admiring her body properly.

“Nice ink.” He rumbled, reaching out to run a finger down along one side of the wings, wondering how long it had taken the tattooist to do this, probably awhile.  What made her different, he wasn’t answering that if she ever asked. “So, Del, come on, you can see the outside next.” She’d love it, everyone did, and he’d even wear clothes if they went swimming, or into the hot tub.  Maybe.

That spot his finger trailed down was instantly lit on fire as Delilah turned to look at him, cracking a small smile on his compliment. “Thanks.  And okay.”

She followed him out of the room, shutting the light off and wasn’t surprised when Blue was on their trail, probably needing to go outside to potty.  Jon led her down the stairs into a corridor that lead to the kitchen and living room, the house having somewhat of an open floor plan.  Delilah watched him open the sliding glass door and screen before they stepped out while Blue did his business in the grass.

“Oh wow…nice pool and hot tub!” She grinned, admitting that water looked very inviting and she could only imagine how amazing the hot tub was, especially after a long night of wrestling. “You really do have it made out here, don’t you, Good?  I’m officially jealous.”

“Hey, all you have to do is sell your soul and all this can be yours too.” He laughed, shaking his head.  ‘Prison’ had paid well, there was no doubt about that.  Though, he didn’t see himself ever volunteering to go back.  He had served his time and then some.  Jon stared at his luxuries, that’s exactly what they were too. “I don’t like people coming here.” He said finally, glancing at her. “I know I invited you, but you know me, where I come from.” Her background was very similar. “I figured you, and Sami, would get all this.” Coming from nothing, yeah…they would.

“I get it.” Delilah nodded in understanding and started laughing at how ridiculous she’d been acting. “And here I thought this was some grand scheme of yours to get me here all alone.  I’m such an idiot.” She walked over to pet Blue, really liking this dog.  He was very friendly, but she knew he could also be a killer and would never want to be on the dog’s bad side. “You did good for yourself, Mox.  The 16-year-old boy who refused to take no for an answer and nearly slashed Les Thatcher’s tires would be very proud.” Jon had busted his backside for all he had today; nothing came easy for him and he had to eat and swallow a lot of crap in WWE for the riches they gave him.

Jon didn’t know what to say to all that, flashing her a small smile.  Delilah was NOT wrong, about all of it.  The hotel thing, that had been him.  The car thing, that had been Lady Luck paying her favorite son a visit. “Nah, that kid would be sickened.” He’d have been called a sellout, a spoiled rich bitch, young Jon had been bitter and angry.  Young Jon had been a bit of an idiot with a chip on his shoulder. “Want to go for a swim?  Or should I show you which ride is yours while you’re here?”

“Why don’t I just ride with you to the arena?  I’m staying here and we’re going to the same place.  It doesn’t make sense to take two vehicles there and back.” Delilah suggested, pointing out valid reasons and stood up after dropping a kiss on Blue’s head.  She would spend more time with the dog later and walked up to him, once again testing herself with the boundaries and anxiety. “Unless you don’t want to carpool with me, which is fine too.” It was his decision, his cars, his house, his rules…speaking of rules… “Hey, are there any rules you want me to follow while I’m here?” It WAS a really nice house, so he had to have some kind of rules, right?

Jon was pleased with the car bit, not that he showed it.  He figured her having access to a vehicle while she was here would be something that would help set her mind at ease.  Delilah was doing this, however, out of trying to be an inconvenience and she was a practical person.  He’d take it, anything for the cause.

“Nah, not really, darlin’,” He turned back towards the house, Blue falling into step with him as they ambled back inside. “Don’t fuck with my stuff and other than that, mi casa su casa.”

Why would she screw with his belongings?  Delilah would never understand this man, but at the same time, she understood why he would say something like that.  Jon showed her the kitchen, which was huge and the living room.  It had black leather furniture, a huge flat-screen television with all the bells and whistles.  The house was incredible, she was very happy for him and hopefully, one day, maybe she would have a place half as nice as this.  With the money AEW was paying her yearly, it would be possible in a year or two if she played her cards right.

“All right, the tour is over, so where’s the booze, Moxley?  I do not care it’s only two in the afternoon, I really need a drink or two.” Three, four, maybe five…Delilah wouldn’t go overboard, but she wanted a nice buzz too.

“Downstairs.” He grunted, leading the way down after grabbing a few bottles of water out of the fridge.  

He liked getting blitzed as much as the next person, but hangovers were a result of dehydration, alcohol dehydrated, and he lived in the middle of a desert to boot.  Once downstairs, he flipped on the lights, revealing what he called his ‘rec room’.  Fully stocked bar, pool table, another giant television, and a stereo system with speakers in every corner…this was where he spent a lot of time and it was probably messed up he also had workout equipment down here because working out and drinking didn’t go hand in hand, but the setup suited him.

“Have at it, Del.” He gestured at the bar, not surprised when she immediately went right behind it, walking up to sit at the counter and grinned while perusing the liquor.

Gliding her fingertips over the bottles strewn in front of her, Delilah tapped her chin thoughtfully and went for the bourbon.  She wasn’t a normal woman and loved a good, strong bourbon to take the edge off after a long night.  In this case, she had a long day and had been up since 1 AM.  Maybe after having a few drinks, she would take a much-needed nap and poured herself a healthy dose in a tumbler, taking a sip of it.

“Mmm…” Her eyes closed at the smooth bourbon and was glad Jon hadn’t bought the cheap stuff. “Have a drink with me.” Delilah poured him one and slid another tumbler on the bar toward him. “Please?  It’s rude to make your guests drink by themselves, you know.  You’re a host, need to play the part.”

Chapter 11

“I am the worst house guest, right?” He wasn’t surprised at her very emphatic nod, knowing damn well she would never, ever let him through her door again after the stunt he pulled.  She had forgiven him, sure, but Jon knew she didn’t trust him and she was smart for that.  Not too smart, obviously, because here she was. “I am an even worst host.” Jon did, however, take the drink she had poured for him, toasting her. “Cheers, babe.” They clinked glasses and he took a long but slow swallow, savoring the bourbon.  Mmm, Delilah had great taste, he would have guessed she’d go for the vodka.

Vodka was fine and everything, but there was nothing – NOTHING – like a strong yet smooth bourbon. “I forgave you for what you did, no need to bring it up again.” She poured herself another round and moved around the bar to stand beside him, holding her glass up to clink with his again. “To the future and AEW.” Delilah had a lot riding on this and she knew Jon did too since this would be his first appearance besides the prison Jon Moxley return video.  Alcohol also stemmed her anxiety, kept it settled, which was why she stood as close as she did to Jon, currently.  It made her feel a little braver too. “Did they tell you what you’ll be doing tomorrow night on the show?” When he told her he was coming out at the very end of the night, after the match between Chris Jericho and Kenny Omega for the coveted AEW World Heavyweight championship, Delilah took a long swig of her bourbon. “I see, so a run-in, shock the audience, bust heads and go to the back leaving them wanting more.  Sounds legit.” She finished her second drink off and set her tumbler down, starting to feel better. “They had me going against Brandi, but it was changed and now I’m in a fatal four-way match with Britt Baker, Nyla Rose and Kylie Rae.  Should be interesting.”

“Should be.” He echoed, watching as she took another sip. “Not going to pass out down here, are you?” Jon smirked, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement when she snorted and shook her head. “Here, you sit,” He nudged her towards the vacant stool and then moved behind the bar. “And I’ll play bartender, since I’m supposed to be a gracious host.” He sat his elbows on the counter, leaning in towards her.  

Delilah drinking and spending the night here; he hadn’t counted on her drinking, though the way he figured it, alcohol lowered people’s defenses and that was something he needed, for her to lower her defenses.  Slowly but surely, it was working as she stared back at him, taking the tumbler he slid to her, but didn’t take a drink out of it.  The first two were because she needed to take the edge off the stressful day she’d had thus far.  Now, however, Delilah would nurse the others and pulled her gaze away from the handsome man behind the bar to look around the recreational room.

“Let’s turn some music on.  This silence shit doesn’t do anything for me.  Do you mind?” When he shook his head, she grinned and left her drink on the bar to head over to the sound system, turning it on. 

There was a classic rock station on, and they were playing Pink Floyd at the moment, which was fine.  Delilah doubted Jon would go for Christian rock or any type of Christian station on his radio, so classic rock would be fine.  It was music they had both grown up on and classics never got old.

“How about a game of pool?” She went to grab one of the pool sticks and wound up knocking the rest of them from the holder they were in against the wall. “What the HELL?!”

“What the fuck, Del?” Jon could only gape at her, wondering if she was for real. “You know, it’s a GODO thing you didn’t take my offer for borrowing a car, you’d fucking wreck it or something.” That would suck, they were all fully insured and shit, including the ‘additional driver’ crap but still, he LIKED his toys. “I should take you gamblin’, see what kind of fuckery your luck does to those around us.” He passed her a pool stick. “You break.”

“Hey!  It’s not MY fault they gave me shitty rental cars, okay?” Jon was allowing her to break, what a gentleman. “Turn whatever kind of music you want on.  I know you like classic rock, but if you want something else on, feel free.  I don’t know how to work your system that well.” Racking the balls up, she pulled the holder away and then eyeballed her shot, deciding to go at an angle.  And wound up sending the eight ball right into the farthest corner pocket. “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!” She gaped, tossing the pool cue on the table and shook her head. “You know what?  I need another drink and then bed.  I need to sleep and wake up because this day has been NOTHING except bad fucking luck for me today.” Who the HELL lost the game on the BREAK?

Jon was going to piss himself laughing. He dropped his stick to hold his ribs because he was laughing so hard. “What the actual fuck was that, babe?!” He rasped as he walked around the table to catch her before she could go get another drink. “Come on.  I’ll take you to dinner and buy you more drinks.” Maybe see what else her shit luck would affect!

“So fucking glad I could be amusing to you.” She muttered, not appreciating being laughed at and shook her head, not wanting to leave the house. “No, I’m not leaving here until tomorrow arrives.” This had been a horrible, awful, surreal day and sinking the eight ball right out the gate was further proof she needed this day to END. “I’m done with pool and drinking.  I’m going to take a bath and go to bed.” Delilah kissed his cheek, having to lean up on her tiptoes since he towered over her by a good foot and patted the stubble. “Thanks again for everything, Jon.” Cracking a small smile, she headed up the stairs to her designated room, hoping a hot bath soothed her.

Jon followed her, wondering if she were serious.  It wasn't even that late in the day and this buzzing, unlucky broad wanted to go to bed. “Dellll…baby…” He jokingly whined. “You and I both know you won’t ever stay with me again, let me buy you dinner.  Let me show you MY Vegas and we’ll turn your luck around.” He flashed her a genuine smile when Delilah glanced at him, blue eyes crinkled at the corners.

She opened her mouth to protest, to decline again, but one look in those gorgeous pale blues full of electricity and mirth…Delilah couldn’t deny him anything.  Walking back down a few steps, she stood in front of him, eye to eye, because of the stair heights.  The anxiety wasn’t there, and neither was the nervous energy she always felt when she was around Jon.

“You’re a pain in my ass, Good.” Delilah murmured, placing a hand on his broad shoulder and felt warmth shoot up her arm instantly. “Okay, what place are you taking me to?  Do I need to change for it or is what I’m wearing all right?”

“Jeans and a nice pair of shoes, darlin.’” That’d be smoking hot and satisfy the dress code, even with her open backed top. “Meet me by the front door in ten, Del.” Or else he’d come looking for her and given where they were, it wasn't like she had a lot of places to run and hide.  Humming under his breath, Jon went to go change his own top.

Frowning, Delilah didn’t know why he wanted her to wear jeans, especially when Vegas in May, going into June.  It was scorching outside and he wanted her legs covered?  Groaning, she went upstairs to do as he requested and slipped her black wedges on since they were comfortable to walk in.  She decided to change her shirt, pulling on a form-fitting short-sleeved red blouse since the jeans were black.  Looking in the mirror, she decided to redo her hair, leaving a few tendrils on either side of her face.  She also did her makeup – foundation, black liner and red shimmery gloss.  The buzz was slowly tampering off and Delilah was starting to come to the realization she had agreed to go out to dinner with Jon.  It was just food, nothing more, nothing less. 

Talking down her anxiety, she walked out of the bedroom and headed downstairs just as Jon came up to apparently check on her. “Sorry, I know you said 10 minutes, but I needed a little more time to get ready…”

“And it’s very well worth the extra time.” Jon took a moment to look her over, having switched out his beater for a white V-neck, Henley shirt with the sleeves rolled up over his elbows.  

He had even touched up the deodorant and his cologne, which was subtle because he didn’t want to smell like a whore, but if someone was close to him, body to body, they would smell how delicious he was.  If he told her where Jon was taking her, she would have said no outright and there would be air-conditioner in his car and where they were going.  The three minutes of outside time would be all right and, admittedly, he was used to the heat.

“Let’s go.” He checked to make sure his wallet was in his pocket before extending his arm to her with a grin.

“This isn’t a date, Moxley.” Delilah wanted to make that perfectly clear, seeing the impish gleam in his eyes and reluctantly hooked her arm through his, allowing him to guide her out of the house. Breathe, just breathe, she mentally coached, really wishing her buzz was still going strong because being sober, with this man, and that damn tilted hat of his…it was setting her blood on fire.  It was setting her on fire from the inside out, actually.  Jon opened the door for her and she hopped into his truck, having her own wallet in her back jean pocket.  Just in case something went haywire and she had to bail, Delilah had her own funds and license to get from point A to B. “So, where are you taking me, Mr. Mysterious?”

“I’m not obligated to tell you, Miss This Isn’t A Date.” He shot back with an amused grin. “You’re fine, Del, just relax and enjoy the ride.” Given she was still buzzing and he planned on feeding her more drinks, but not TOO many since they did have a MAJOR day tomorrow, he wanted to keep her this way, between sober and drunk.  It was a happy medium and if he could get her out of her mood, her funk, he had an inkling his silver haired vixen would be a lot of fun. “I have a favorite casino, and they have a restaurant.” All of them did, obviously. “Best food on the Strip.”

Her stomach lurched painfully, reminding her she hadn’t ate since on the plane earlier that morning.  Casino or not, at least they would have food and booze, so she was fine with it. “Sounds good.  And it’s NOT a date.” Delilah needed to drive that point home. 

They were just two friends having dinner together and Jon had helped her out.  Rubbing her palms against her jeans, light brown eyes once again looked out at the scenery flying by while Jon headed into the City of Lights.  Her eyes widened at the sheer beauty Vegas possessed, all the lights and her anxiety, her nervousness, melted away to be replaced with sheer awe.

“Wow.” Never had she seen anything like this because, in all the years she’d been in the Indies, never had she wrestled in this particular city.

It was a date.  Well, if he could convince her to take a roll of quarters and see what happened on slots, then he wouldn’t call it a date; he’d call it hilarious.  Her bad luck couldn’t be THAT bad, right?  She was just having an off day and he was going to remedy that for her that the gentleman he was.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got it, I’m too good for you anyway, Del.” He teased, catching her rolling her eyes and her gaze remained firmly on the Strip, the lights.  If she’d let him, he’d show her the night of her life.  They could sleep in tomorrow before the show.  How often would she be here, in the City of Sin, with him?

Jon could think what he wanted and if the fact he was better than her, helped him sleep better at night, all the power to him.  Delilah knew he was and he didn’t have to tell her that or even joke about it.  She lived in a one-bedroom apartment while he had a huge house that could be called a mansion. “This is breathtaking.”

Her light brown eyes glittered in the lights as Jon continued driving, dealing with Vegas traffic.  About a half hour later, since traffic was horrible tonight, they arrived at the casino of Jon’s choice and he guided her inside, arm in arm.  They were shown to a private table in the VIP section, thanks to Jon flashing some kind of badge and she idly wondered how much Jon came here to have VIP access.

“I take it back – THIS place is breathtaking.”

“May I get you and your lady something to drink to start out with, sir?”

Who the hell talked like that?

People who served rich and/or famous VIPs spoke like that and, in Vegas, that was pretty much everyone.  If someone looked like they had money, they were instantly respected.  If someone actually DID have money, they had respect AND power.  Jon ordered himself a bottle of what was probably expensive tap water and a Long Island Iced Tea, something strong and something he wouldn’t chug because he knew it was good for making him blitzed in a heartbeat.  Damned if it wasn’t good though.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that, babe, try it.  It’s not as…weak as it sounds.”

“Would your lady like the same?”

“My friend will order for herself.” Jon corrected, knowing Delilah probably wouldn’t appreciate this douchebag.

“Actually, I’ll take a double bourbon on the rocks, thanks.” Delilah didn’t want to be disrespectful in Jon’s favorite casino, so she decided to keep her smarminess to a minimum.  For his sake.  The waiter walked away to grab their drinks and she kept looking around the place before finally settling her gaze back on Jon. “I feel really underdressed here.” She admitted, reaching over to take his tea when he offered it to her to try it. “Oh wow…” That tasted like tea, but she could also taste all the different liquor in it as well. “That is very good, I might have to get one before the night is out.”

“Only one,” He laughed softly, a hint of caution in his tone. “I can make these bad boys at home, though.  Well, actually, I’ll be your DD.” She needed one, deserving to get toasted after the day she had. “He’ll bring back a menu in a few, so order whatever looks good.” Jon let his eyes rake over her, shaking his head because she was not underdressed.  Well, yes and no. “Look over in the corner,” He shifted so he was nearer her, eyes darting to the spot. “Look at that piece of cloth she’s wearing.” Glittery and gold, she looked like a hooker by Cincinnati standards, but here that was normal. “You’re PERFECT, Delilah.”

A flush developed in her cheeks and spread down her neck at his compliment, suddenly realizing how close he was to her, especially when she turned her head to meet his eyes. “Thank you.” She cleared her throat, trying to cool herself down and the waitress came just in the nick of time, setting her drink down on the table.  Jon moved back to where he was and they toasted before she took a long swig of it, letting the bourbon burn down her throat.

Chapter 12

“Now then, miss, what can I get for you this evening?”

“Steak, medium rare, with a baked potato, extra sour cream and steamed vegetables.”

“Soup or salad?”

“Salad – French dressing.”

“Very well, and you sir?”

Jon took a deep breath before rattling off his order.  He had three favorite meals here, a combination of an entrée and then everything else, and tonight he was in the mood for Jon Combo #2.  He cocked an eyebrow when Delilah gave him a look. “What?  I’m a growing boy, darlin’.” In all the right places too, he mentally added. “You feeling any better?” She didn’t look as buzzed, though with that bourbon, it wouldn’t be hard for her to get back to that point.  Providing dinner went all right, Jon had zero intentions of taking her straight home.  He had done some seriously shady things to get her here to this point, so they were going to enjoy themselves, even if it killed them.

“Mmm, I am now that I have bourbon.” Delilah chortled, taking another sip of it and smiled across the way at Jon. “The company isn’t half bad either.” The amount of food he ordered didn’t surprise her any.  Jon was 6’5 and had bulked up quite a bit since his life-threatening, potentially career-ending, injury with his torn triceps.  It was all over the internet and world; everybody knew about it unless they were either sleeping under a rock or weren’t wrestling fans. “So, besides coming here for the delicious food, do you gamble a lot?”

“By Vegas standards, no, I’m very ‘modest’, but I like to play a few games here and there.” Jon was aware a lot of gambling was sheer luck, which was all well and fine if one didn’t have an addiction and bet more then they could afford.  He preferred games where there was at least some skill involved. “And there are shows too.” He added after a moment, taking a sip of his water instead of his tea. “Magic shows, comedy, concerts, sometimes sporting events if you like boxing.  I have VIP season holder tickets to everything if you ever want to check it out, don’t really use it all that much.” Which made the VIP seem like a waste, but there was once upon a time he had come a LOT, back when everything was ‘new’ to him here.

“Makes me wonder how the hell you managed to find the time to do anything with that hectic WWE schedule.” Granted, they had days off, but they were few and far between, usually only once or twice a week, unless they were overseas tours or a lot of media for the pay-per-view events.  It was very strenuous and took a toll on the body physically, mentally, and emotionally. “It’s no wonder a lot of others, besides you, want out of that place and I’m glad you got out and did everything by the book.” Otherwise, they would have forced him to wait 90 days before he could start wrestling again for other companies.  Jon had done the right thing, waited out his contract and didn’t ask for an early release, biding his time. “I have to admit; I’ve never seen you happier and I can see the life is back in your eyes again.” WWE drained the life out of a person and, luckily, Jon didn’t let that happen.

“That’s messed up, isn’t it, when you think about it?” Jon retorted, stirring his very liquored up tea with the straw, eyes on her from across the table.  He had given her space and moved back to his proper position. “The WWE was IT, we all wanted to wind up there, but…it’s such a fucking joke.  Maybe back in the day, what we grew up on, shit would have been different, but today?  No, it’s…just a giant rat trap.  I’m glad I’m out of it, I’m glad – and don’t hate me for saying it, darlin’ – that you and Sami never actually made it big there.” Which was not on them, but the WWE. “You would’ve been miserable.”

Delilah smiled and reached over to take his hand to give it a gentle squeeze. “No offense taken.” She murmured, agreeing with everything he said. “Back in the day, people could reach for the brass ring and get away with a lot more than they can nowadays.  When Vince decided to make his product PG-rated, to direct it towards kids, he essentially put the nail in his company’s coffin.  Wrestling has never been generated toward the kids.  It’s always been teenagers and up that it has resonated with.  But because Vince’s wife decided to go for the Senate or whatever the fuck in Connecticut, they had to make the WWE more…family-friendly and it’s completely fucked the product to hell.  It will never be the way it was unless they drop the PG bullshit and go back to the way things were.” Then she thought about it and shook her head. “Actually no, it will never be the way it used to be unless Triple H takes over.  Because unlike Vince, he knows what the fuck he’s doing and knows what the fans want.  That’s why NXT is so much BETTER than the main roster – it’s sad when your developmental stars are BETTER than your main roster stars, don’t you think?”

“Not really, darlin’, most of the main roster are either larger boys,” Because even with all the changes, one thing had remained the same.  Vince McMahon still had a preferred ‘look’ for his main eventers, big and brawny, even though it had been proven time and time again that meant jack. “Or company men through and through.” Some of them were legitimately loyal to the WWE or they were just happy idiots loyal because they had ‘made it’. “Daddy H knows what he’s doing, but he’ll back down when push comes to shove.” Usually, the shoving came from Vince himself and Jon could NOT wait until the old man finally stepped down and let the married couple properly take over.

“Looks like they’ll have to wait until the old man bites the dust then.  Either way, I’m glad Sami and I got out of there when we did.  I wouldn’t have had it any other way and I’ve thoroughly enjoyed my career post-WWE.” Delilah meant that with every fiber of her being and took a long pull from her bourbon, her eyes widening at the appetizers that were set in front of them. “Did you order these?” Jon nodded and she immediately went for the shrimp cocktail, swiping one from the fancy crystal bowl it came in with the cocktail sauce in the center. “My god, this is SO good!” She couldn’t remember the last time she went out to dinner like this and had food this amazing. “You’re spoiling me, Moxley.”

Jon Combo #2, which included a big ass steak, medium well done, with appetizers first.  Shrimp, loaded potato bites, fried mushrooms, and he never remembered what this last one was unless he was staring at the name. “Come on, Del, how many times are you going to let me do this?” He joked, knowing she didn’t like the mushrooms due to that night at Madonna’s Bar and pulled them away from her, popping one into his mouth. “I gotta take advantage, doll.”

He was right.  How many times would she allow this to happen?  Delilah had to keep him at arm’s length, and she thought about telling him why, but would that make a difference?  Would he understand her logic?  Or would he think she was stupid for not going after what she wanted because of her family?

“Well tonight is all you get, so you better make it count, Good.” She winked at him, holding her drink up before draining the tumbler and the waiter asked if she wanted another. “Actually, with dinner, I’d like to try a Long Island Iced Tea.”

“Very well, miss.  And you, good sir, would you like another?”

“Still working on this one.” He wasn’t sucking it down because one of them had to be the DD.  

Delilah had NO idea how right she was, about him needing to make this count and, so far, Jon had gone to some insane lengths to get this one night.  Damn right he’d make it count!  Jon slid the appetizers around, offering her everything except the mushrooms and watched as she eyed each of them before finally picking up one of the potato bites.

“You got any other tats?” He still couldn’t believe he had missed the dragon wings.

These potato bites were incredible, especially slathered in sour cream, which they came with. “Yeah, I do.” She watched his brow raise and, since they were in VIP, nobody else was around them. “Do you want to see them?” Standing, feeling more secure and brave, Delilah moved to stand in front of him and lifted her shirt enough to pull her jeans down just a little.  On each side of her hips, in the middle of each section, were dragon claws.  So, she had the wings on the back and the claws in the front. “These hurt a lot more than my back.” His finger slid across the left one and she shivered, slowly stepping back. “You ever think about getting some ink?  Maybe Mox across your ass?”

He wanted her to come back just so he could trace those dragon claws with his tongue, those tattoos were insanely hot and he was surprised Delilah had even shown them to him. “I will get RIGHT on that, darlin’.” Jon didn’t have any tattoos and he never had a concrete reason as to why not.  He figured he had messed his body up enough, why hide those scars with pictures?  Maybe one day he would think about getting inked. “Tell you what, you get MOXLEY MONSTER on your ass in big bold letters, and I’ll get Del’s Delight on mine.” He began snickering when she snorted on that sour cream laden potato bite, shaking his head. “No, not funny?”

“That’ll be a cold, ICY day in hell before that happens, Moxley.” Delilah grunted, having snorted some of the sour cream up her nose, which did NOT feel the best.  She blew her nose into the napkin and groaned, flipping Jon off at the mock disgust he shot her way. “Some warning next time before I start eating before you say some shit like that, please and thank you.” Shaking her head, she set the rest of the potato bite down and moved onto the spinach artichoke dip with the chips. “I’m going to be too full for my steak, you ass.”

“Hey, I’m not the one cramming everything in sight, darlin’.” Well, he was, but doing it a bit more slowly, giving his stomach time to process when he was getting anywhere near full. “Besides, it’s not like you can’t take it to go.  They have these neat temperature holding containers, so the food doesn’t go bad.” Actually, maybe that was the reason he had gone VIP, for the weird little perks like that.  Poor boy had come a long, long way. “Ah look, dinner.” And her Long Island Iced Tea along with it.

Somehow, someway, she had finished her entire meal, her steak done to perfection.  It wasn’t just any steak either.  It was filet mignon and absolutely melted in her mouth.  They ate in companionable silence and she had taken her time with the Long Island iced tea because holy cow that was a STRONG drink!  It really wasn’t as weak as it sounded, Jon had been right.  She had only gotten through a quarter of it and, even with the meal, had a really nice buzz going on.  She wasn’t to the point of being full-on drunk yet, but she was going in that direction very quickly.

“If they ask me for dessert, I’m going to explode.  I can’t eat another bite.” Drinking, on the other hand, was a different story.

“You sure?” Jon was teasing because if she tried cramming anymore food, he bet it would come right back up Exorcist style, what with her drinking and all.  He had finished his own tea and ordered a second, not that he was drinking much of it, he had been focusing on the water. “I don’t know, Del, they have a chocolate cheesecake that is pretty orgasmic.” He wasn’t touching the damn thing, he’d also explode.  Propping his elbow on the table and resting his chin on his fist, Jon studied her thoughtfully.  She was a lot more relaxed now, smiling even, and he had to wonder how much more alcohol he would have to feed her before she let her hair down, figuratively speaking. “Let down your hair, darlin’.” He suggested, his gritty voice dropping low.  He also wanted the hair down to be literal, he loved the silver and how ethereal it looked.

That voice sent a shiver right down the middle of her spine and Delilah sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, that flush back in her cheeks and neck.  He was flirting with her again and she was allowing it to happen, her hand reaching up to take the clip out of it.  It was a big clip, she hadn’t bothered with a hair tie and the silver tresses flowed down her back and over her shoulders in waves.

“It’s a lot of maintenance, but…it goes with my character and I love the color of it.” It was much better than the straight brown she’d been born with.  Blah, who the hell wanted their hair to be the same color as manure anyway?  Her brows were the color of her natural hair, but it went well with the silver, so she didn’t dye them.  Sliding her fingers through her hair, she fluffed it out a little more to get the slight kinks out of it and tucked it behind her ear. “How does it look now?  To your satisfaction, Moxley?”

“Mmm, yes ma’am…” He drawled huskily, glad she couldn’t see below this table because his jeans were not hiding the bulge he sported.  

Getting wood over something as simple as a woman letting down her hair, it would have confused and annoyed him with anyone except her.  Delilah was something else.  A rare breed entirely and he wanted her to always let her hair down for him, in all ways, and only him.  That was new and he took a quick second of introspection before shelving it for now.

“A toast, Delilah,” He picked up his tea, watching as she did the same. “To you, to AEW, and to both of our new beginnings.”

“It’s going to be one HELL of a ride.” She was more than ready for it, the golden specks in her eyes glittering as she clinked her glass with his before they both took a drink. “I never thanked you, Jon.  It was because of you I decided to take the AEW offer.  I was scared to do it because it’s new and fresh, but not all new things are necessarily good.  Zero risk, zero reward, though.” Delilah held her drink up again, waiting for him to do the same thing. “So, a special toast to you for helping me figure out what I wanted to do with the rest of my career and what road I wanted to take.” When it came to the wrestling business, in her eyes, nobody was smarter about it than Jonathan Good, Jon Moxley, whatever one wanted to call him.  They clinked their glasses again, another swig down and Delilah had to stop, feeling slightly lightheaded from how strong that damn drink was. “So, what’s next on your agenda now that we’ve eaten, and I let my hair down for you?”

He wanted to show her Vegas through his eyes and something told her this meal was just the beginning of an unforgettable night.

Chapter 13

“We’ll hit the casino and see if anyone fun is out and about tonight.” She had called him Jon and it had sent ripples of something dark, dangerous, and lusty through him, his eyes flashing with it briefly. “You ever go celebrity watching?  They’re a bunch a crazies.” And he wanted to test her luck out. “Come on, Del, we’ll walk off this meal and then if you’re up for it, hit the Strip.”

If Delilah was going to hurl, however, he’d rather she did it in here, where there were a lot of bathrooms.  Not to mention, they’d be constantly served alcohol while in here.  Jon pushed away from the table, his card already on file, so when the receipt was brought to him, he simply pocketed it, tossing down a few twenties as a tip before extending his arm again.

“Milady.”

She took his arm without hesitation, unlike before, a slight glaze over her own eyes from the buzz she had going on. “Lead the way, kind sir.” Delilah laughed, trying to do her best English accent and failed miserably. “That sounded horrible, didn’t it?” Jon nodded and she nudged him, letting him guide her wherever they were going. 

There were A LOT of people here, but first they hit up the slot machines.  She didn’t know if it was the drinking or environment change, but Delilah’s luck had turned around.  She ended up winning $1,500 on her first try and gaped at the machine, looking up at Jon wide-eyed, who also had a dropped jaw.

“Oh my god!”

“Ma’am,” Obviously, for a win that size, a gambling hostess was right there with a plastered on, bright smile and a black book. “If you’ll give me your name, we’ll have the paperwork ready for you to sign when you cash out.  Unless you’d rather use it here?”

Jon shook his head once when Delilah glanced up at him.  Yeah, use it here, watch how fast that win went down the drain!  Gambling was addicting, people got addicted to the adrenaline and the ‘can’t lose’ mentality, and then they lost and thought they’d be able to win it back.  Places like this preyed on that kind of mentality.

“Or at least pocket half, doll.” He suggested as an afterthought, knowing she’d probably have a lot of uses for a grand.

Growing up poor on the streets, basically, gave Delilah perspective and she knew when to walk away, especially with that fake smile this woman had on her face. “I’ll cash out and we can do something else.”

The last thing she wanted to do was lose her backside at gambling, never a big fan of it.  Her Aunt had been a huge gambler back in the day and had tried even selling Sami at one point, but Delilah had put a stop to it.  All she had to do was threaten the old hag with child protective services and she caved, instead paying her gambling debt in other ways.

“Very well.” The woman didn’t seem happy as they were escorted to the cash-out station, the paperwork taking a few minutes to procure. “Are you SURE you don’t want to stay and play a few more rounds?”

Even buzzed, she wasn’t stupid and leaned into Jon’s side as he wrapped an arm around her waist. “Nope.  I’m going to take my winnings while the getting’s good, lady.” Delilah winked up at Jon and felt him kiss the top of her head as the paperwork was handed over.  Within moments, she had a check for $1,500 and they were on their way out the door. “My god, I can’t believe I won that much on ONE try!  This is crazy!”

“Yeah no shit!” Jon laughed, keeping his arm wrapped around her waist while she tucked that check away for safe keeping.  No doubt she could cash it anywhere in town, but that was a LOT of money to be walking around with, trying to fit everywhere. “Mmm, we need another drink to celebrate your turn in luck.” He knew just the place too, guiding her across the street and grinned. 

The night was upon them, but on the Strip, it never got dark.  Her eyes were going to fall out of her head if they didn’t stop swiveling to look at everything.  Another drink is what they did with beers at a bar of Jon’s choice.  It was nice enough, a little rough around the edges, but it was also the type of place she envisioned them to be at.  That casino was FAR too fancy, but she did appreciate the delicious meal, they’d had.  This wasn’t just a bar either – it was a club.  Not a strip club, but a club with music, dancing and drinking.  Delilah had two beers and Jon one before he pulled her out onto the dance floor to start swaying with her.  Her barriers, her walls, were DOWN completely, along with her guard, especially when she laced her fingers around his neck to move with him.  In the foggy haze of her inebriated mind, it occurred to Delilah what was happening, what she was doing and WHO she was with, the alarm bells very faint, but still there. 

Even tipsy, possibly drunk, they went off in her head as soon as Jon dipped his head to try to kiss her. “W-What are you doing?” She stammered, trying to pull away, but his arms tightened around her and their noses gently touched. “Jon, please…”

Jon could hear the plea in her tone, but he wasn't sure if it was for him to stop or not.  They had been dancing and she had definitely been grinding against him not so long ago during a dirty song. “Please what, Delilah?” He rumbled, his tongue snaking out to trace along her bottom lip.  His eyes were darkened and his own breathing had picked up.

The darkness of his eyes, they were a deep cerulean and all she wanted to do was lean forward a little more to press her lips to his.  Sami…Sami will hate you if you do this, Del, she reminded herself, actual anguish and turmoil filling her own orbs.  What was she supposed to do?  They were dirty dancing together, in a club, in Vegas and her entire body was trembling against him, begging for her to just take the leap, the risk.  Every part of her…except her nagging, annoying brain. “Don’t do this, don’t cross this line with me.” Because if he did, there would be no going back.  As she said those words, her forehead pressed against his and her hands caressed his shirt-covered chest while they continued moving to the beat of the music.  All Delilah wanted to do was cross the line though, her body language screaming it, but she shook her head, contradicting, battling with herself on what to do. “I-I need some air…”

Jon was torn, for a second at least.  He wanted to cross that line.  He wanted to break down those walls and destroy any and all boundaries she tossed up.  Jon didn’t care about the repercussions, honestly, how bad could they be?  Tonight was PROOF she wanted him as much as he wanted her, she was just restraining herself for whatever reasons and, as far as he was concerned, none of them were valid.

“Me too, darlin’…” He rumbled, right before capturing her lips with his, denying them both that air.

It was straight, surging fire as soon as he kissed her, as soon as his lips met hers, and the raging inferno quickly engulfed her entire body.  The alcohol and her inebriated mind did NOT help matters, or the fact her pussy was now SCREAMING at her to get with the program.  It’d been a while since she last had sex; she was sexually deprived, and it was obvious Jon wanted to rid her of that deprivation.  The softest of moans escaped her as Jon’s tongue swiped against her lips and she opened up for him, giving him the access he desperately wanted and craved, both tasting each other for the first time.  Christ, he tasted better and the smell of him surrounded her, her arms tightening around his neck to where their bodies were pressed together.  Not even a thin piece of paper could be wedged between them at the moment.

“I-I can’t...!!” She gasped out against his lips, tearing them off his with one last attempt to stop this from happening. “P-Please…” Jon just yanked her flush against his rock hard body and kissed her again, making her world spin off its axes.  Delilah was losing this battle fast and, unless she did something drastic, there wasn’t a doubt in her mind where this would lead to before the night was out.

Jon’s response to her ‘I can’t’ was to hoist her up, feeling her legs encircle his waist.  Probably because her balance really sucked right now, he was depriving her already buzzing body of much needed oxygen. “I’ll put you down and stop,” He murmured, kissing his way down her neck, feeling her shuddering against him and groaned, fairly certain he was going to blue ball himself.  His cock screamed for him to take her, to make her his. “If you have one more drink with me.”

“Jesus Christ…” Delilah swallowed hard, the feeling of his lips against her neck, her throat, setting her even more on fire.  It was like she was a volcano ready to erupt. 

Pulling back to stare into his eyes, she tightened her legs around him and contradicted herself yet again by brushing her lips against his softly, making him growl.  Slowly, Jon lowered her to slide down his body until her feet touched the dance floor before he guided her by the hand back to their table.  She was sweating and had to pull her hair back up with the clip in her purse to get it off her neck.  What Delilah didn’t realize was exposing her neck just made Jon hungrier for her as she sat down, leaning her head back against the booth seat.

Jon, like the total dick he was, ordered them each a Long Island Iced Tea, knowing she wouldn’t think twice about it and, sure enough, when they arrived, she took a long pull. “Whoa, darlin’…” He bent down, brushing his lips against her temple. “Slow down.” Delilah was going to be GONE by the time this drink was finished and he didn’t move to touch his own, his eyes watching a bead of sweat trailing down the column of her throat.  

Leaning down, he ran his tongue up along that trail, groaning hungrily.

“I-I’m so thirsty…” She pushed the Long Island Iced Tea away and needed water, feeling her mouth go dry when he licked that bead of sweat away from her neck. “Jon…” How many times would she have that pleading tone to her voice? “Y-You said you’d stop if I had another drink with you…” Delilah reminded him in a shaky voice, trying to do EVERYTHING in her power not to jump him in this booth and it didn’t help they sat right next to each other.  When he grunted about lying, she pulled away from him and shook her head, pressing her hands against his strong chest. “Let me breathe and think…I can’t breathe and think when you do shit like that…” Oh boy, that guzzling of the Long Island Iced Tea was NOT a good idea and she felt her buzz increase to where she was officially drunk. “You’re such a bad boy, aren’t you?”

“I think you like it more than you’d ever admit, darlin’.” He needed water, swiping his own bottle and downed it.  Jon also needed a very cold shower to cool his racing blood or to be buried balls deep in this silver vixen that had cast a very wicked spell on him. “Finish your drink, Del, and we’ll get out of here.  Get some air.” He took a long swallow of his, gnashing his teeth against an ice cube and pulled it from the glass.  He wanted the ice more than the drink, running the cube along his neck.

He was right.  She did.  She did love the fact he was a bad boy and it was one of the reasons that attracted her to him so much.  She snatched the water from him, taking a swig from it, along with an ice cube and began chomping on it, trying to get this feeling in her head to lift a bit. “Maybe I do.” Delilah took part of the ice cube out of her mouth and held it against the back of her neck, shutting her eyes.  There was no way in hell she was finishing that Long Island Iced Tea, not with how drunk she already was. “Unless you want me tripping and stumbling all over the place, let’s just leave.  I’m not finishing the drink, Moxley.”

“Fair enough.” Jon was up and on his feet, buzzed, whereas she was drunk.  When she stood and reached for him, she stumbled.  Yes, Delilah was definitely drunk.  Not blackout, going to piss down a gutter drunk, but good and properly sloshed.  He could work with that. “I got you, darlin’.” He looped his arm around her waist, keeping her upright against him and tossed some bills onto the table to cover their drinks. “Come on, Delilah.” He guided her out of the bar, the warm 73 degree Las Vegas air actually cooler than the inside of that packed club.

It felt amazing, that breeze flowing over her and Delilah tilted her head back up to stare at the sky, getting some much-needed oxygen.  She felt Jon guide her a little ways from the club and once they were back at his truck, he pressed her against the passenger side door to start kissing her again. “S-Sami…” She choked out, fisting his shirt tightly in her trembling hands and felt him slowly pull back to stare down into her eyes intensely.  Man, there was A LOT of fire and intensity in those electric blues and Delilah felt her breathing quicken. “I-I can’t…I won’t…cross the line with you…because of him.  He’s my brother and I can’t lose him, Jon, don’t you understand that?  Don’t you CARE about the fact I’m your best friend’s sister, someone you grew up with?  I-It doesn’t matter that we’re adults…Sami will never forgive either one of us if this happens and we both know it…”

“Or maybe he’d get over it and be happy.” Because Lord knew he and Sami were practically brothers.  Practically. Brothers.  If this had been a cartoon, a lightbulb would have appeared over Jon’s head right then and there. “Come on, I’m done, let’s just walk for a bit, okay?” He was mentally taking note of where they were, his hand already lacing through hers. “You’re not going to lose him, Delilah, you got my word on that, doll.” He promised, his arm around her shoulder to keep her steady.  Her face was flushed, her lips were swollen, and he wanted her to keep that dazed look on her face.

How did he know that?  How did Jon know she wouldn’t lose Sami?  Delilah leaned against him while they walked, each in their own thoughts and the fire inside of her kept raging.  She was in pain – was this what female blue balls felt like?  The lights surrounding her made her head swim, but they were beautiful, nevertheless.  Before long, they were standing outside of a building and Jon turned to face her, staring up into his eyes.  Why was her heart starting to thunder in her chest?

“What is it?” She asked, reaching up to glide her fingernails down the scruff on his face gently, lovingly.

Chapter 14

“I want you, Delilah,” His raspy voice was completely serious as he stared down at her out of piercing, ice blues. “I want ALL of you, darlin’.” He wanted her to be HIS and only HIS, and Sami and everything be damned!  He also knew that if she was in her right frame of mind, she’d be running for the hills right now.  Well, no, she would have never let them get this far, to be honest.  Delilah would have halted things a lot earlier in the evening. “Remember, darlin’,” He bent down, resting his head against hers. “No risk…no reward…”

Where was this coming from?  Delilah’s head was swimming and she was getting lost in those blue depths of his, sliding her hands up to grip his shoulders. “Jon…” If she was sober, he was absolutely right in his assumptions of her running far away and getting away from him.  That wasn’t the case, however; she was a few sheets to the wind, enough to where she was slightly swaying on her feet and shook her head. “My head…we really shouldn’t be having this talk until I’m not drunk as a skunk, Moxley.” She murmured, not pulling away from him. “W-What do you mean you want ALL of me?  I-I don’t understand…”

“All of you, darlin’, every last bit of this,” He tapped her temple before moving his hand down to rest over her heart. “This.” Even drunk, she got where this was going and Jon relished her sharp intake of breath when his palm was between her legs, cupping her through her jeans. “And this.” He took her hands in his, guiding them to his chest, right over his own heart. “Say yes, Delilah, we’d be good together and you know it…you know it!  We already ARE good together.” She was just being stubborn and not applying her no risk, no reward mentality where she really needed too.

“Please…” Delilah didn’t even know what she was begging for anymore, whether it was him leaving her alone or taking her right here on the sidewalk.  They’d be good together…what did that mean?  He wanted her head, heart and pussy, all of her.  She swallowed hard, feeling him pull her to where they began walking with him going backward. “No, please…” A whimper escaped her when he yanked her into his arms roughly to passionately kiss her, making her world spin all over again.  The word he wanted to hear left her lips as soon as the kiss broke, her eyes nothing more than deep smoldering toffee by now. “Okay yes…yes to whatever you want from me.”

“Anything?” He murmured huskily, feeling her nodding her head.  For about a split second, Jon almost felt bad for what he was about to do to her, but that moment was gone pretty much as soon as he had it.

“Anything.”

Jon knew what he wanted and he would get it, plain as that.  He kissed her hands before pulling her down the street, already knowing exactly where they were going.  Within minutes, he had her inside and watched as she blinked at the changeup from the neon lights of Vegas at night, to the dimmer, more natural lighting bathing them.  Lacing his fingers through hers, he guided her to the desk, flashing the woman behind it a grin.

“Aww, do we need a ceremony?”

She had said anything…

~!~

Worst. Hangover. EVER.

Delilah did not want to open her eyes because it would hurt, very slowly shifting in the bed to finally look up at the ceiling.  And she jumped at the sound of light snoring from her left, feeling an arm tighten around her waist.  It wasn’t just any arm…her hazy, still-blurred eyes moved up to stare into the sleeping face of none other than Jon.  What. The. FUCK?  Delilah covered her mouth with her hand, fully awake now and ignored her pounding head as she carefully and quietly slid out of the bed away from him.  What the HELL happened last night?  They had gone to the casino for dinner and then after that…it was all blank.  Managing to get to her feet, Delilah spotted the bathroom connected to Jon’s room and made a beeline for it, closing the door silently behind her.  And realized something else as well – she was naked as a damn jaybird, which meant her and Jon had sex last night.

“Oh fuck…”

Drinking was a bad, BAD thing to do! 

She was never drinking Long Island Iced Teas again as long as she lived!

She also had a lovely, small little hickey right on the flesh where neck and shoulder met.  When she turned around, wondering why her back hurt, there were three small scratches running up along one of her dragon wings.  Drunk Delilah was a WILD CAT in the bedroom and it had made Jon curious how she was when she was sober, besides all ‘this is a bad idea’, ‘respect my boundaries’, and other such nonsense they had totally blown by last night after coming back home.  Delilah Good…she had signed all this paperwork to get her name changed, her social security number, all of it…once the ball had gotten rolling, she had either been insanely drunk or convinced she was dreaming.

Sober Delilah was going to have a meltdown.

A meltdown was an UNDERSTATEMENT. 

She was going to explode and take all of Vegas with her.  Frowning, she reached back as far as she could to feel the scratch marks and shut her eyes, knowing they wouldn’t scar.  Good, she really didn’t want her tattoo ruined because of a wild night of sex.  Turning, Delilah looked in the mirror again, the reflection staring back at her making her cringe.  The mark where shoulder met neck was a bullseye and, hopefully, with some makeup and her wrestling attire for that night, it would be covered up.  There were bruises on her upper arms, hips, thighs, shoulders and even her backside.  Pulling away from the reflection, she relieved herself and then stared at the very inviting shower, tears already sliding down her cheeks.  The guilt was eating away at her – she had done the ONE thing, crossed the ONE line, she vowed never to do.  Sami was going to hate her, and she would lose her brother all because of one wild night of sex with Moxley.

“Damn it…” A shower would help wake her up further and hopefully, her head would stop pounding.

“Owwww….” How had he gotten a hickey THERE?

Jon had a few drinks ONCE they got back home, a bit surprised they had even made it.  She had been three sheets, he had been buzzing, still not a good deal for driving, but…they were here, safe and sound, relatively in one piece.  He poked his inner thigh, sitting up in the bed and cocked a brow.  He had matching ones, on both thighs.  He remembered that silver hair between his legs, groaning at that memory, the moonlight streaming in had made her silver hair practically glow.  Rising out of bed and stretching, Jon felt his muscles protest and shook his head.

Last night had been wild.

Cringing, Delilah planted her hands on the shower wall while the sprays hit her in all directions and squeezed her eyes shut, hissing through her teeth.  Drinking was terrible.  Why did she do this to herself?  The day from hell had turned into one insane night she only remembered half of.  Sighing, Delilah realized she didn’t even have her shower stuff in here and decided to just use Jon’s, refusing to get out of these sprays right now.  Flashbacks of what happened with Jon flowed through her mind, especially the moment she had shoved Jon on the bed to work her way down his body and gave him possibly the best blowjob of his life.

That was the best blowjob of my life, darlin’… That had given her quite the ego boost. 

Jesus, she had not only screwed Jon, but sucked him off too!  How would she be able to face him or meet his eyes again?!  The worst part was Delilah was STUCK here until at least tomorrow morning and then she could scamper back to Cincinnati to hopefully pretend none of this happened.

If she thought giving him a blowjob, ON TOP OF THE SEX, was bad, Delilah was in for a treat once everything totally came back.  Jon was up and had followed her, a bit surprised that she hadn’t locked the bathroom door, but considering she was probably also suffering one hellacious hangover…not surprising as well.  Actually, he hadn’t followed her directly, he had veered off to get a bottle of water and some aspirin, knowing she was going to need them.  She hadn’t consumed as much water last night as she should’ve and today was the DAY, for them both.

“Delilah?” He had knocked once, loud enough to be heard over the sprays before coming in, hearing her groaning.  Delilah sounded like she was in agony, and less than pleased. “Darlin’, here.” Jon extended his hands into the shower at the back, away from the water and waited for a moment.  She took both the pills and the water and he listened to her downing them both before the bottle came flying over the top of the curtain rod to hit the floor.

“Don’t even THINK about joining me in here, Moxley.” Delilah warned, not above kicking the hell out of him and didn’t care he’d already seen her naked. “We may have had sex last night, but I’m sober now and I don’t want to see you naked or you to see me naked, got it?” Her voice was laced with slight anger and a lot of annoyance, more at herself than him. “Fuck, my head…” She had already washed her hair and body, now she was trying to get her head to stop throbbing enough to step out of the shower without toppling over. “If you’re still in here, leave so I can step out.”

Jon started too, honestly he did, but as soon as he was one step out the door, he heard yelping and whirled in time to catch Delilah right in his arms.  She really had a major hangover; he could remember a few of those, the imbalance, how everything was spinning on top of the worst headache ever.  Add in an upset stomach and voila, perfectly miserable.

“I got you, Del…” He rumbled softly, holding her steady and glanced down, her legs trembling.  She had probably scared the piss out of herself.  He closed his eyes, not that he hadn’t seen it all a lot before, but he was trying to keep the peace.

“Goddamn it, let me go!”

Delilah shoved away from him, clutching her head with both hands and leaned against the bathroom counter, trembling.  She managed to snatch the towel from the counter and quickly wrapped it around her body, clutching it tightly to her body.  This reminded her of the time Jon had picked the lock on her bathroom door, AFTER joining her in her bed while she was SLEEPING!

“I-I need to go to my room and get dressed…” She muttered, feeling the embarrassment flood over her and moved past him out the door, using the wall to make her way to her room.  Please aspirin kick in, she silently prayed, not realizing she was trailing water from her body behind on the floor, not caring at the moment.

There was the fiery, mean Delilah he knew and adored.  Jon let her trail puddles everywhere, heading downstairs to get something started for breakfast, something greasy and filling, after detouring to a bathroom.  He probably shouldn’t fry bacon while naked, deciding it would go in the oven, less risk to his sensitive genitals.  It felt like she had gone to town on his cock and balls, in a pleasant, draining sort of way.  Once that was in, he started brewing coffee, his eyes moving to the ceiling every so often.  He was waiting on a thud or something.  If she was taking the sex this badly, he could imagine how well she’d take the other bit…when she remembered.

If she remembered.

If being the keyword.  So far, she only had flashbacks of their sexual encounter…multiple sexual encounters.  Delilah didn’t get dressed right away, instead sitting on the bed with her head in her hands, crying.  The crying did not help matters with her pounding head, but she couldn’t help it.  She had betrayed her brother and had no idea how to tell him, if she should even do it or sweep this under the rug.

Oh Jon…oh god, baby, I love riding your cock…

“Fuck…” Delilah grunted, standing from the bed and dropped her towel to pull some clothes on.  Shorts and tank top…then she thought better of it and put Capri’s on instead of shorts.  She’d bared enough skin to Jon to last her several lifetimes and didn’t want to give him any reason to flirt with her or touch her. 

Her anxiety was through the ROOF, despite spending the night screwing him into his mattress.

Mmm you taste so good, explode right down my throat, Moxley…

These flashbacks were NOT helping matters any!

Right there, Jon, fuck yes, cum in my pussy, please, please- JON!

She’d had a grand old time last night and multiple times of sexual encounters weren’t even the tip of the iceberg, not after the OTHER thing they had done.  She had said anything and Jon had taken full advantage.  Obviously, she didn’t remember it yet because hadn’t tried killing him yet.  Jon had come up long enough to throw on some clothing and brush his teeth before halting at her door.  He could hear her crying in there.

“Del?” He knocked gently. “Darlin’, I got food going…” And more aspirin if she needed it.

Greasy food would definitely help with her hangover, the more grease the better.  Delilah did not answer the door and didn’t look up when it opened, wrapping her arms around herself.  There was no way she could meet his eyes or look Jon in the face, not right now.  Coffee and greasy food was what she needed and, thankfully, the aspirin was kicking in.  Her head was hurting anymore, which cleared the haziness and, unfortunately, made her remember MORE of the sex they had.  He took a step toward her and she immediately stood from the bed, putting distance between them, still not looking at him.

“I’ll be down in a minute.” She muttered quietly, pulling her hair up now that her head wasn’t pounding.

Your tongue feels so fucking good, baby…devour me, Jon please make me cum for you…

Her cheeks were CRIMSON and luckily, her back was facing him.

Idly, Jon wondered if she remembered offering her ass to him last night and buzzed Jon had REALLY, REALLY wanted it.  Fortunately for her, common sense had kicked in.  One, drunk and anal didn’t mix.  Two, she had a match tonight that she did not need to be sore for.  Jon wasn’t exactly average sized, anywhere.  As she now well knew.

“All right.” He knew better than to push right now.

Whether Delilah liked it or not, he had broken through those barriers and, no matter how much she might wish it, there was no going back.

Ever.

Chapter 15

However, that didn’t mean Jon hadn’t taken her ass with OTHER parts of his body, such as his tongue.   Apparently, having a tongue shoved up her tight hole, literally, was orgasmic and that particular flashback, that memory, crashed over her. “Oh my god…” What other dirty, disgusting things had she done with Jon?! 

Delilah did NOT want to remember any more of it and vowed to never, ever let it happen again.  It was a one-time deal and she was another notch on his bedpost, nothing more.  Taking a deep breath, she waited a few more minutes to let her cheeks cool down and then turned to head downstairs, the smell of food guiding her.  Biscuits and gravy with scrambled eggs and bacon – That grease from the bacon would really help and he had also made sausage patties.

“Need coffee…”

Indeed, Jon was a kinky bastard and he would do that stuff drunk or sober.  She had a backside sculpted by the gods, that was for sure, and he had gladly worshipped it. “On the counter, darlin’.” He was in just a pair of basketball shorts that were hanging off his hips, a bandana over his head because even with short hair, he didn’t do food with hair in it. “Give me a second…” He was pouring bacon grease into the already hot pan before dropping batter into it.

Griddle cakes, just what the doctor ordered.

“Who are you making all this food for?  We’re never going to be able to eat all of this, Moxley.” Delilah pointed out the obvious, but apparently, he didn’t care and just shrugged at her. 

Coffee…she poured herself a huge mug of it and grabbed the creamer out of the fridge, when Jon told her it was there.  He knew how she liked her coffee and had creamer for her…interesting.  It made her wonder how he knew she would stay here to begin with since they had run into each other at the hotel just yesterday.  Hell, maybe he bought it for the ‘friends’ who had bailed on him.  That seemed like a better possibility.  A quick glance at the clock told her it was just after 10 AM and she had no idea what time they had passed out or had gotten back from venturing the Vegas Strip.

“Thanks…” Delilah still couldn’t meet his gaze and sat at the kitchen table to sip her coffee, staring outside. 

The friends who were never supposed to stay with him from the get-go; he had only RELUCTANTLY offered his place once they all learned everywhere was sold out.  The creamer, however, was because he used it in ice cream, which he would not be sharing with the class because some people thought he was already weird, no need to have them upgrade him to crazy. “Breakfast is my favorite meal,” He informed her, beginning to set the table while his cakes finished up. “I’ll whip up a big one and then just eat it throughout the day.” His lazy version of meal preps every now and again.

“I remember the breakfast sandwiches you used to make with the Texas toast and eggs.”

Delilah hated the small talk, but she really didn’t know what else to say to Jon.  Thanks for a night of raunchy fucking, have a nice day?  That wouldn’t work considering she HAD to stay here for another night before heading back to Cincinnati.  Sipping more of her coffee, Delilah didn’t offer to help him because her head was still achy, along with the rest of her body, and she didn’t ask him to do any of this.  All she wanted to do was nurse her coffee and try not to toss her cookies, knowing the grease would help with her nausea too.  Jon walked over and she slightly jumped when a piece of bacon came into her vision, taking it to nibble on.

“Thanks…”

“I haven’t made those in a while.  I can afford a lot of food, you know more variety and shit, so I make…a lot of different things.” Texas toast and eggs did sound good though, maybe tomorrow they’d have that before she tried scurrying away. “Here.” He set down a glass of water. “It’ll help and you need to get hydrated, darlin’.” Or else her debut match with AEW tonight was going to both suck and hurt.  Once he had loaded their plates, figuring she could pick and choose what she wanted, he sat down opposite of her with his own mug of black coffee. “How’s the hangover, Del?”

She began gulping the water down, knowing he made a valid point and finished it before starting to eat, after Jon set the table with everything. “Sucks.” She muttered, taking a bite out of her biscuits and gravy, closing her eyes because it tasted amazing. “Long Island Iced Teas are the devil and I will NEVER drink them again.” Delilah informed him, still not looking in directly in the eyes and ate in silence.  There was no way she’d be able to have a civilized conversation while eating and trying to get rid of a hangover. “Good food.” Jon had gotten her a refill on her water and grabbed her hand when she reached for it, every part of her body tensing.  Hesitantly and slowly, her eyes finally slid over until they locked on electric blues with Jon squatting beside her. “Please don’t.” She pulled her hand away from his, not wanting to be touched right now and clasped her hands in her lap after setting her fork down on the plate. 

Her food was half-eaten.

“Still freaking out over Sami?” Of course, she was because Sami was Delilah’s only excuse for not giving into what she very obviously and vigorously wanted.  Honestly, Sami wasn’t even that good an excuse either, not in Jon’s eyes.  If anything, it would be the wrestling aspect that would put a rift between the siblings, not her being with Jon.  Personally, Jon thought she was just looking for all these reasons to avoid him because she was scared and had no idea why.  Joke was on her; she was stuck with him now, even if her memory alluded her right now.

“I don’t want to talk about it!” Delilah snapped, standing from the chair abruptly and immediately regretted it, her head hurting all over again. “Damn it, last night was a mistake, Jon.  A fucking mistake!  It NEVER should’ve happened and the only reason it did was because I got drunk, like a fucking idiot!” This would NOT happen again.  Tears stung her eyes, and a few slid down her cheeks from both the pain in her head and the guilt crashing over her all over again. “Sami is never going to find out about this.” Her voice had changed, lowered, and her narrowed golden brown eyes finally looked at Jon, her jaw set. “I mean it.  You got what you wanted.  You got me liquored up and now, I’m another notch on your damn bedpost.  Congratulations, Moxley, you finally got in my panties.  Now excuse me, I’m going to lay the fuck down for a few hours before the show.” After she grabbed another water out of the fridge.

Except she tottered on her way around the table and Jon was up instantly to catch her.  More water and rest, and the lightheadedness would fade. “Knock it off.” He ordered patiently when she began struggling.  Delilah was going to hurt herself more than him, he had guzzled water last night during his drinks, avoiding all this.  It had taken some heavy liver damage and a lot of mornings worshipping the porcelain god before he had learned this nifty little bit about the human body. “You are NOT a notch, Delilah,” He growled, sweeping her up into his arms and then got another bottle of water. “You mean way too much to me to be just a notch, and you wanted it too!”

“Let go of me!  Put me down!” She shouted, flailing in his arms and clutched her head, knowing every time she yelled, her head would throb. “Fuck, I hate you.” Delilah muttered with no real malice in her tone, just sheer pain.  She’d NEVER had a hangover this bad in her LIFE!  What the hell was in those Long Island Iced Teas?!  Why didn’t she just stick with bourbon like she normally did?! “Mother fucker…” She hissed, letting Jon carry her back upstairs and didn’t realize they were in his bedroom until she looked around. “What the fuck am I doing in here?  I have my own room, Good, or did you forget that?  Take me there…” Like she really wanted to sleep in the same bed they had countless hours of sex in!

“Well, considering you ‘moved in’ last night,” He retorted flatly, nodding his head at her pile of ‘belongings’ on his dresser.  She didn’t remember.  Delilah had grabbed a handful of whatever those were, clothes and what looked like a makeup bag, announced she was moving into his room, and then they had a lot of sex. “Besides, the sheets are clean…we changed them…” Well, after the anal play, there had been more sex, but it was still fresh and clean. “Come on, stop it.” Jon lay her out on his bed. “I have blackout shades, you’ll sleep better in here.” Did she really think she was just a notch?  There was no way…maybe he should jog her memory.

No, not right now, this was the most HORRIBLE time for THAT conversation.

She MOVED IN here last night? 

What the FRACK? 

Delilah’s head hurt too much to try wracking her brain for that particular memory, but the evidence was clear as day.  If only she knew and understood WHY she had ‘moved in’ here…turning on her side, still facing him, Jon ran his fingers through her hair after pulling the tie out of it to loosen the pressure on her head. “I-I really messed up…” She whispered, silent tears sliding down her cheeks and closed her eyes as Jon pressed a button on a remote on the nightstand.  The blackout shades instantly dropped, blanketing the room in darkness and soon, with his fingers still caressing her hair, Delilah was out for the count, her breathing even.

Yes, she had and she didn’t even know or remember the half of it.  Jon sighed as he stared down at her, running a finger down along the side of her face before her jawline.  Knowing Delilah wouldn’t be up anytime soon, he leaned forward to gently brush his lips against the corner of her mouth before getting out of the bed.  He’d go take care of breakfast, get a workout in, and then come check on her, but he had a feeling she wasn’t waking up anytime soon.  Probably for the best, and hopefully, she didn’t remember the rest of last night until at least her debut match was over with.  Delilah didn’t need the distractions and that was a BIG distraction.  His eyes scanned over her one final time before Jon quietly closed the door behind him, leaving his sleeping wife to her recovery.

~!~

No recollection besides the sex.

Even as she showered and got ready for Double or Nothing, more flashbacks of their sexual encounter pierced her mind.  It was getting embarrassing the type of things she had done, quite frankly.  Her wrestling attire would also go with her formal wear, sort of.  It was a backless transparent embroidered floral bodysuit.  She had a black bra on, but the rest of the chest and stomach area were see-through with the black floral design.  The sleeves were long and crisscrossed down her arms, along with the floral see-through design.  The back would show off her dragon wings and the bottom were all black, not see-through because she wanted to be SOMEWHAT conservative. 

A black choker was around her neck and she had smoked her eyes out, shimmery red gloss on her lips, foundation and contour to hide any blemishes.  She had also pulled her silver hair up in a high tail to fan out over her shoulders and added black fishnets to accentuate her legs.  The skirt she slipped on was deep red, had black lace hem and went two inches above the knee, making it a mini skirt of sorts.  Her feet were encased in two-inch peep-toe heels.  All she had to do was take the skirt off, change out of her heels and she was ready to wrestle.  Taking a deep breath, Delilah took one last look in the mirror and groaned, another flashback hitting her.

Fuck Jon, pound me…pound me as hard as you can, baby…it’s your pussy and I’m yours completely, nobody else’s…oh god!

For fuck’s sake, would these EVER stop?!  Delilah snatched her black clutch off the dresser and made her way downstairs to see if Jon was ready to leave.

Jon had a pair of black pants that hugged his muscular thighs and backside perfectly, along with a black beater, another black Henley shirt over his shoulder.  He turned when he heard Delilah coming, his pale blue eyes widening and darkening at the same time as he visually drank her in. “Damn…” He whistled, wondering if she was over her issues about what had happened last night because he wanted to take her into his arms and kiss that gloss right off of her. “You look gorgeous, darlin’.”

“Thanks…” No, no she was not over her issues from earlier and probably never would be.  However, Delilah couldn’t help giving him a onceover of her own, nodding her approval and looked anywhere except at him. “Are you ready to go?  I don’t want to be late my first night on the job and I’m sure you don’t either.”

Her head wasn’t hurting anymore, so that was a plus, but boy did she have cotton mouth from HELL.  There would be NO more drinking, at least until she was out of Vegas and back in Cincinnati, away from Jon.  At least until everyone started traveling with AEW and then…then Delilah would have to watch herself.  Jon was busy reading her face, noting that she was purposefully avoiding looking into his and sighed.  He stepped into her space, hands moving to cup her cheeks and felt her entire body stiffen, bending down to rest his head against hers.

“All right, Del, let’s go.” He’d wait and break it to her…maybe tonight after the show.  Jon really didn’t want her trying to leave; he had interfered and done enough shady things this weekend.

It was a very – VERY good thing her glam was waterproof or else Jon would have wiped it away with touching her. “Please stop touching me.  For fuck’s sake…”

Didn’t he get enough of touching her last night in her inebriated state?  Apparently not!  She walked out of the front door with her bag over her shoulder and waited for him to lead the way to his…sports car.  Since when did Jon own more than one vehicle?  That made sense she supposed as Delilah slid in the passenger seat, placing her bag on her lap.  Jon took it, tossing it in the backseat and she buckled up, looking around the beautiful luxury sports car.

“Didn’t take this to be your style, Moxley.”

Chapter 16

“You assume too much, as usual, Del.” His tone was light and playful, but there was a hint of danger just beneath it. 

She had assumed he had a ‘type’, she had assumed she was a ‘bed notch’, and now she was assuming his ‘style’, eventually…one day, he was going to get it through her thick, silver dyed skull that her assumptions weren’t always right, especially when it came to him.  He had offered her a car to borrow yesterday, not that she would remember.  She was basically using him to get from Point A to Point Z while denying herself what she wanted because of irrational fears regarding her damn brother.

“I think it’s fair to say, doll,” He paused while pulling out of the driveway. “That we really don’t know each other that well.” At least…outside the bedroom.  For example, he knew she liked having her backside eaten.

“No, we don’t, and I think we should keep it that way.  Last night was a one-time deal and it’s never happening again.” Delilah needed to reiterate that because she had a feeling Jon would try to get another crack at her. 

No liquor around him – lesson learned. 

She let her guard down because of liquor – those damn Long Island Iced Teas – and slept with the one man she knew was off-limits.  Sami was going to maim her if he EVER found out about this.  She couldn’t seem to swallow that fear or push it away, but knew once she was out in the ring, all of it would drain away.  If she would have known what Jon had done, what he had manipulated her into doing…they would have wrecked this sports car because she would have punched him right in the face, driving or not.

Jon had manipulated her drunken state and he would do it all over again.  The woman was a total idiot who had no idea how to live outside of a wrestling ring.  She had been nervous and anxious around him for years and now he knew why.  Delilah was attracted to him, but worried about what her little brother would say.  She was so concerned with what Sami thought about this ‘situation’ that she was basically living a boring, half-assed life minus her wrestling career.

“Why not?  Thought you were just a bed notch?  Now you’re saying it can’t happen again.  Which is it?  Did I boff you for kicks, babe, or something more?”

“Look, we both made a mistake last night and we know it.” A very bad, liquor-induced mistake. “The sex was awesome and I’m STILL remembering some of it,” That was annoying as hell, actually. “But that’s all it was between us is sex.  It happened, you got your piece of me you wanted and we’re done.” It was pretty simple, what didn’t he understand about it? “And I moved my shit out of your room already and back to mine.” Delilah had packed her bags and everything because her flight left first thing in the morning at 7 AM and she could not wait to be out of Vegas and back home.

“I don’t like the way you say that.  I got the piece of you I wanted.  You make it sound like you weren’t begging me to fuck you.” He argued, eyes fastened ahead on the road. “And you were, a lot, darlin’.  So…I think we need to work on how we word things from here on out.” Jon was a lot of bad things and he would readily admit to most of them, but…the way she made it sound was like she had been some reluctant participant.  Once they had hit the house, she’d had NO reluctance and that had all been while they were clothed and out in the city.

“Considering I wanted to go to bed, after the horrible day I had, and you convinced me to join you for dinner and liquored me up…yeah, you got a piece of me.  Because if I wasn’t drunk, Jon, I NEVER would have slept with you and you KNOW it.  Liquoring me up was the ONLY way for you to get me in your bed and to let my guard down.  Congratulations, your plan worked, but it won’t happen again.” That was all she really had to say, and she didn’t give a damn if it hurt his feelings at this point. 

He took advantage of her, even if she did consent to sex.  Delilah had made it clear to him nothing could happen between them, several times, and she wasn’t interested, even though that was a lie.  She was interested, but her brother meant more to her than a one-night stand with one of his best friends.  Jon didn’t understand that and took matters into his own hands, finding the one loophole that would get her right where he wanted her. 

The manipulative dickhead.

“What happens if I let Sami in on your dirty little secret?” He asked curiously since that’s apparently what he was.  Her dirty little secret, a guy she wanted and had even finally had sex with, yet wouldn’t legitimately pursue something with, because she was afraid of Sami’s reaction. “Better question, why do you CARE what he thinks, doll?  You think he wonders if he should check in with you before he taps some bar waitress?  Or wonders how it might affect you because I’ll bet money he doesn’t!” Snorting, Jon cracked a window, needing fresh air because he felt physically sick with this woman and her stupid way of thinking and making it, so she was some sort of victim.

Delilah was, just not the way she was thinking.

“You are not just another nobody and you damn well know it, Good!” She growled in defense, folding her arms in front of her chest tightly. “You are one of Sami’s BEST FRIENDS and you just BANGED his goddamn sister!  You don’t see anything wrong with that?!  If you don’t, you’re dumber than a box of fucking rocks!  He’s going to hate BOTH of us and think you’re a scumbag because you went after his sister, especially since we’ve known each other since we were KIDS!  And you’re not worth losing the ONLY family I have left in my damn life, so suck an egg!” Oh, she was pissed, Delilah was SO pissed at his condescension and really wished she had her own vehicle right now. “If it was one of MY best friends he was banging, you are damn right I’d be upset about it because it’s a betrayal!  It’s crossing a line that should NEVER be crossed when it comes to friendship and brother/sisterhood!” Thanks to liquor, she had done exactly that and betrayed her brother in the worst way. “You don’t get it and you’ll never understand!”

“You are damn right I’ll never understand!  I don’t get the idea of ignoring something I want because I’m afraid of my family!”

Obviously, or he wouldn’t have pursued his dream of professional wrestling.  He had been laughed to hell and back, but…he had made it.  Jon had really made it and then gotten out.  She, on the other hand, was old in this business for a woman and had dunked a toe into the big leagues.  Delilah wouldn’t last more than a few years in AEW and the only reason she had dived in was because she had let herself be pushed by him.

“You gotta stop letting what others think dictate your life.” What if he decided not to give her sage advice next time?

“He is my BROTHER, Jon.  My family.  He thinks of you as family too and always has.  I’m not afraid of him, but I am afraid of LOSING him because of you.  He is the ONLY one I actually give a shit about in this world.” Her eyes narrowed, the anger and animosity surging through her veins. “And I don’t let ANYONE dictate my life!  I AM my own person and I KNOW last night was a mistake just by the way you’re talking to me right now!” If Delilah really knew how he viewed her in this business, again, she would have punched him so hard, he would have seen stars and little birdies, possibly even had a broken nose too. “You’re just pissed off that I’m not falling into your arms like every other bitch you’ve fucked in the past!  It’s your ego and you need to check it.  If I wanted to fuck you, I would have done it SOBER, asshole.” He had to get her liquored up to the point where she barely remembered, besides these flashbacks. 

How desperate could a man get?

He had to get her liquored up just to get her to pull that stick out of her backside!  She went out of her way to tease him during those few video chats and then, when she felt he was ‘out of line’, she shut him down.  The infuriating wench was a cock tease and Jon loved it!  Too bad for her he had loved it a bit too much and had married her as a way to keep her with him.

“Say what you want, darlin’,” He was laughing now, pulling over to join the line being waved into the underground lot. “The fact is, you want me as much as I WANT you,” Want, not wanted, major difference. “The difference between us is I won’t let anything stand in my way.  No risk, no reward.” Those were her words.  He was parking now, engaging the safety locks before she could get out and shifted in his seat to stare at her intently. “You let everything dictate your life, Delilah.  Your anxiety, your fear of losing your brother who you would NOT lose, not if he loves you as much as he claims, your temper…” Like right now for example. “Run now.” He unlocked the doors, unbuckling his seatbelt and slumped back against his own door, staring at her out of hooded electric blues. “Go on, Del, run.” It’s what she was good at.

It just meant Jon got to chase her again, a hint of a wicked smirk curving his lips.

Her eyes were nothing more than dark chocolate pools full of fury, darkening with anger at each word that came out of his mouth.  He wouldn’t let anything stand in his way, which was why he took advantage of her and liquored her up to where she would say yes to him and barely remember what happened in the first place!  That was the ONLY way he could get a piece of her!

“Stay away from me, Moxley.  I’ll find a new place to sleep tonight and I’ll find my own way from the arena.  Just stay the fuck away from me!” Stepping out of the car, Delilah slammed the door shut and grabbed her bag before storming inside the arena, not believing he just pissed her off her first night on the job with AEW. What a prick!

“Good luck, doll!” He shouted right before she made it through the door, beginning to cackle with laughter when he seen her shoulders tense right before she disappeared inside.  

Jon was a terrible person.  She had called him a bad boy last night and she LOVED it.  But her walls were back up, so now he had to work on getting them down again, sans the alcohol because she had thrown the ‘drunk’ thing in his face.  Fine, challenge accepted.  Jon had gotten her while she was drunk and now he’d have her sober.  Not like Delilah would be able to run very far or avoid him forever since they were married.  Not that she remembered that part.  He idly wondered what would happen if he DID alert Sami to something, considering it.  He’d think on it, but tonight Jon needed to focus on business.

“Oh my god, thank god you’re here, Del!  Cody is going to be the death of me, I swear!” Brandi groaned, hugging her friend as soon as the woman had stepped into her office, after knocking. “So, did you hear about the last minute changeup in the women’s match tonight?”

“Instead of me kicking your ass, I’m kicking three other asses?”

Brandi smirked, loving the fire in Delilah; it was one of the many reasons they got along so well.  They had also gone through NXT together as well before she had been moved to the main roster as a ring announcer. “Good, so you’re aware of what’s going on.”

“Why did the match change anyway?”

Brandi rolled her eyes, both women taking a seat on the nearby couch.  Her office was class all the way and comfortable. “Cody needs my help behind the scenes too damn much and I’m valeting him to the ring in his match against his brother.” Dustin Rhodes, who was known in WWE as Goldust.  He had left and the brothers were having a final showdown on the event tonight.

“Gotcha, that’s fine.  You have a lot on your plate and wrestling, on top of helping him, sounds like too much.”

“Pretty much.”

“Don’t worry, there will be plenty of other opportunities for me to kick your beautiful ass.”

Brandi chuckled, rolling her eyes. “Or for me to kick yours.”

“Keep telling yourself that, Rhodes.”

~!~

“Man, there you are!” Chris Irvine, better known by his ring name as Chris Jericho, laughed when he spotted Jonathan Good coming down the hallway, sauntering more like it. “Everyone’s been taking bets on you bailing.”

“Shit,” Jon snorted, shaking his head. “Nah bro, just like to make a fashionable entrance.” He slapped hands with the other man, leaning in for a one-armed hug. “Good seeing you…and your very Crow-esque makeup.”

Chris laughed, shaking his head.  He was 50 going on 20 and had absolutely zero fucks to give.  He was gorgeous and in great shape for his age and he knew it. “You ready to stick it to the warden, Mox?”

“Hell. Yes.”

“The warden is about to shit his pants full after we’re done tonight.” Cody added his two cents in, walking up to the pair and still couldn’t believe they had none other than Chris Jericho and Jon Moxley on the roster.  There were other talented people, such as himself, but these two were at the TOP of their games. “Good to have you onboard, Mox.  Raise as much hell as you want.”

“You may not want to give him free reign, Code…”

Cody smirked, WANTING Jon to lose himself and bring out that Moxley character. “This isn’t the WWE and we ALLOW people to lose their shit around here.  He’s a smart man, he’ll do what is best once he’s out there.  Just…watch out for Omega.”

“He can be an asshole and doesn’t like selling for a lot of people.  He sees you as a rookie, so…you need to make it clear you’re NOT a rookie, Mox.” In other words, he needed to MAKE Omega believe he was about to go down a very DARK road with Jon Moxley.

“That puke thinks I’M a rookie?” Jon had absolutely NO problem taking the younger man on a trip through hell. “What…the…fucking fuck?”

Chris was trying not to laugh, bringing up his fist to hide his smile, blue eyes sparkling wickedly. Considering all Moxley had done throughout his very odd, violent career, Omega was in for a TREAT. “A rookie, huh?”

“Some people don’t think the WWE is legit anymore.”

Jon and Chris both stared at Cody like he was out of his mind.  Maybe not the product itself, but the wrestling aspect was still, mostly, legitimate. “Yeah, I’ll convince the youngest.” Jon stated it evenly, nicely, but there was a hint of something evil in his tone.

Considering Jon had been wrestling since age 16-17 and was a Grand Slam champion in WWE, not to mention feuding with Chris in the company and sending the man through thumbtacks in their Asylum Match…Chris thought Kenny boy was out of his mind.  It was the truth though.  Kenny had complained about having some ‘rookie nobody from WWE’ interfering in his match and all Cody had told him to do was swallow his pride and deal with it.  It was happening, whether the idiot wanted it to or not.  Chris had known Jon for a while, several years, and he had incredible respect for the man, both in and out of the ring.  Unless provoked, Jon was a laid back, all around good guy.  However, he had never gone toe to toe with Jon Moxley, only Dean Ambrose, and he KNEW Jon Moxley was Jon with the volume cranked to max.

This was going to be interesting, to say the least.

Jon was looking FORWARD to this.  It was only a run-in and brawl after the world title match, but he was damn sure going to make it count.  People had only been speculating about what he would do, where he would be going, and after tonight everyone would have their answer.  Omega would be eating his words.  A rookie, what the hell?  He knew Ambrose hadn’t been…respected, or maybe feared, like Moxley had, but that didn’t mean all those years in WWE hell were nothing.  That was…it was IRRITATING.  

If he and Delilah were on speaking terms right now, she’d probably feel the same way.

Chapter 17

Delilah was too busy getting ready for her match since it would be second on the card, currently doing stretches and her warmups.  Simply going out and doing a match required a lot of preparation because muscles had to be warmed up.  It helped her move quicker in the ring, along with her agility and power.  The red skirt was off, leaving her in the bodysuit with the fishnets and she’d swapped her heels out for her black wrestling boots.  A shadow fell over her and she looked up, somewhat surprised to see her ex-boyfriend staring back at her.  They had dated for a couple months and she called it quits, wanting to focus solely on her career and, not to mention, he was in Japan at the time.  Long distance did NOT work, especially when each person was in a different country.

“What do you want, Kenny?” She asked resignedly, continuing her stretching and wished he’d leave her alone. 

“Hey, I had to come see my favorite woman.” Kenny said with an easy grin, though his eyes were a bit guarded as they drank her in.  She was gorgeous, always had been, and that bodysuit accented the delicious curves he knew lay beneath. “It’s been a while, Lila, I figured…enough time had passed where we could at least be friends again.” He had NOT been fine with her ending things between them.  Japan was temporary and she hadn’t been fine with him being across the world, but she also had known what dating in this business was like.

Lila…he was the only one who called her that and it always sent a shiver down her spine.  It wasn’t that she didn’t want to be with Kenny, however, being in Japan while she was in the states…it wasn’t possible to keep a relationship going. “So, you want to be my friend and that’s it?” Delilah heard that line before, her blood beginning to boil at the memory of Jon saying the same thing to her back in Cincinnati.  Swallowing it down, she wouldn’t take it out on Kenny as she rose back to her feet to face him, keeping her arms at her sides. “And I’m your favorite woman, eh?  Sounds like a come-on line there, Omega.”

“Could be, Callihan.” He shot back, the grin never faltering. “A guy never knows where he stands with you.” Because even when she was saying no, Delilah sometimes teased, and he had learned quick that when she said no or we’re done, she MEANT it.  Delilah had PROCEED WITH CAUTION written all over her, which naturally made her practically irresistible to most red-blooded males. “We’re both working for the same company, on the same continent this time.” He pointed out quietly, seriousness taking over his face. “We could try again.”

Her eyes lowered from him and Delilah took a tentative step back, shaking her head slowly. “We had our shot and it didn’t work out, Kenny.  I’m not one to repeat relationships.”

After what happened with Jon last night, she was done with men for a while.  For some reason, she didn’t care if Sami disapproved her relationship with Kenny, but that was because he wasn’t Sami’s best friend.  He wasn’t like a brother to Sami.  Jon was WAY different and there were reasons why she couldn’t be with him as opposed to Kenny, who had gotten pissed at her for ending their relationship because he wanted to wrestle in Japan. “We can be friends though, I’d like that…” Oh boy, she did NOT like the dark look that came over his eyes.

Kenny wasn’t amused.  The reasons she had ended their relationship were no longer valid, so why wasn’t she willing to try again now that basically all her unnamed conditions had been met? “Things are different now, Lila, and even you can’t deny we were good together.” When we’re in the same country, he mentally amended, not moving to step closer because she wouldn’t hesitate to knock his head off if she thought he was pushing it.  

Though…maybe Delilah wouldn’t, not tonight, not on the first night of AEW, well…her first night.  Unless he laid hands on her, if she did anything, it’d be assault.  He stepped further into the room, inhaling her scent and groaned.  She was in the main women’s locker room, not needing her own like some of the other stars in the company.  Delilah was perfectly fine with changing and showering with the other women she worked with.  A few of them she knew pretty well and had wrestled quite a few times throughout the Indies.  This would be a lot of fun, if men would just leave her alone for more than 3 seconds and let her actually FOCUS on her upcoming match.

“I really don’t have time for this right now.  Can we talk about this later, please?” First Jon and now Kenny…sometimes, Delilah wished she was ugly, just so men would leave her the hell alone.

No, that would never happen.  Delilah had admitted before that she used her looks and ENHANCED them, no less, such as the silver dye and contouring with makeup, to DRAW attention.  She did it for her wrestling persona, but… people were people and it drew attention from more than just fans.  Men especially.

“You won’t bail on me, will you, Lila?” He asked, knowing her tricks because it wouldn’t have been the first time.  When she shook her head no, Kenny grinned. “Okay then.”

“Omega… jus-t,” Jon popped the T, his cold and calculating electric blues moving between the pair from his place in the open door. “The rookie, I was looking for.”

After the night she had with Moxley, Delilah would ABSOLUTELY bail on Kenny and wouldn’t feel an ounce of guilt doing it, raising a slow brow at Jon in the doorway. “Okay boys, this is the WOMEN’S dressing room and you both do not need to be in here.  So, get out and have your meeting elsewhere.” She ordered, shoving Kenny toward the door and right into Jon, grinning coldly, before slamming the door in their faces. “Assholes.” She muttered, shaking her head and proceeded to keep warming up for her match. 

What the hell did Jon want with Kenny anyway?  And why did he call him a rookie?  Kenny was far from a rookie and had been in the business for a while.  More importantly, why did she even care?

Jon had absolutely zero fucks to give about Delilah right now, he was on the clock and a shark about to devour this stupid little fish.

“Rookie?” Kenny snorted derisively, not appreciating the interruption. “Do you mind, sell out?” He purposefully accented that, letting Moxley know JUST what he thought of him.  Going to WWE didn’t mean anything these days, everyone knew the former powerhouse was nothing except a shell of itself. “I was busy with my woman.”

The smile that spread across Jon’s lips could be described as sickly amused and borderline feral. “Oh, re-eally?”

Delilah shut her eyes when she overheard that through the door, since they were JUST outside of it and groaned, yanking it open. “I am NOT your woman, Kenny!  God!” She did NOT appreciate being called that because it wasn’t the truth.  Now Jon was staring daggers at her and she knew she’d have to explain herself, ignoring Kenny’s narrowed eyes. “Kenny and I had a relationship a while ago and we split up because we were on different continents and I wanted to focus on my wrestling career.  I still do.” She shot that at Kenny for good measure, narrowing her own eyes at him. “I am NOBODY’S woman – I am my own woman and I refuse to be involved in whatever pissing contest you two have going on.  Kenny, I am not interested in rekindling anything with you and there won’t be any talking going on tonight after the show.” He had ruined any chance with her by opening his mouth and lying through his teeth about her.

Jon folded his arms over his chest, cocking a brow. “Hate to break it to you, babe-”

“Don’t call her that.”

“But our pissing contest doesn’t involve you.” Well, on HIS end it didn’t. “Me and the rook,” He unfolded his arms, just to drape one around Kenny’s neck and brought him thudding into his own body, smirking when Kenny growled. “Are going to have a work chat.” He waved his free hand at her in a ‘tootles’ gesture before pulling Kenny down the hallway.

As soon as he was released from that very painful hold, his face beat red, Kenny was ready to beat the snot out of Moxley.

“Nuh uh.” Cody was right there, not surprised they were already ‘making friends’; he had known Jon wouldn’t take the crap rookie talk well. “Save it, you two.”

Jon was a dick and always had been.  Some things truly would never change in this world.  That was fine.  She silently hoped Kenny got his backside handed to him after calling her ‘his woman’ to Jon, of all people.  Not that Kenny knew what had transpired between her and Moxley the previous night because…he didn’t.  Nobody did.  She was going to try to keep it that way unless Jon ran his mouth.  Now, even though he was a dick, Delilah knew he wouldn’t and was a private person at heart, for the most part.  Finishing getting ready for her match, she watched as the event kicked off and smiled at how much BETTER the product was compared to watered down WWE.

Jon WAS a private person at heart and, even though she had ticked him off, he would never put her on the spot like that.  He wouldn’t air their laundry out in the open because it was nobody’s business, but theirs, once she remembered all of it anyway.  Hence the ‘not about you’ line.  Though…Kenny had given him an extra reason – as if he needed one – to really make an explosive debut.  For the most part, Jon had always been good about keeping personal and professional separate, at least in the WWE, where things of that nature didn’t fly, blending the two.  Snorting, he watched as Omega retreated, both men staring each other down.

Delilah had her match in the fatal four-way and it went well enough with Britt Baker walking away with the new AEW Women’s championship.  That was fine.  Delilah didn’t want to win it right out the gate and wanted to EARN her title shot.  Not that Britt hadn’t, she was a phenomenal athlete and they were friends; she was genuinely happy for her and hopefully, one day, it would be them one-on-one in the ring together for that AEW Women’s title.  Walking through the curtain, Kenny was right there since his match against Chris Jericho, for the coveted AEW World Heavyweight championship, was next and she glanced at him briefly before making her way to the women’s locker room to shower.

Jon was further down the hall, ready and waiting patiently.  He had caught her match and flashed her a grin when she drew close. “You were great out there, darlin’.”

She had rocked that ring and he figured the only thing stopping her from walking out with that title had been…well, it was her debut and Delilah wasn’t the kind who wanted to be ‘pushed’ out the gate.  She wanted to earn it.  She was a rare breed and way too noble when it came to the ring, not always a bad thing.

“You feel the rush?” She had gotten her fair share of cheers.

Despite what happened between them, the ONE thing they could always agree on was wrestling and how it felt being out there in that ring performing. “Yeah, my adrenaline is still pumping.” Delilah beamed at him, her body glistening with sweat and her ponytail was slightly messed up from the match.  Admitting this only to herself, Jon looked scrumptious in a pair of army camouflage cargo pants and an unbuttoned black shirt with the word MOX spray-painted on the back in orangish red color.  He was ready for this. “Have fun out there tonight, Moxley.  This is your comeback, what you’ve waited nearly 8 long years for, so don’t hold anything back.  Make the world and all those fans out there remember who you always have been.  Make them forget Dean Ambrose ever existed.  I’ll be watching.” Delilah would always be his fan, even if he was a jackass.

“Good, you can see the return of Mox!” He shook his head and waved as she continued down the hall.  Since she wasn’t watching, he cocked his head and eyeballed her, taking in the way her ‘outfit’ hugged those delectable curves, letting out a wolf whistle. “Sorry darlin’, but those fishnets…the bodysuit…I’m only human.” He was laughing good-naturedly, even as she flipped him off.  Only human, only male, and she looked delicious.  He heard the music cueing the next match, the main event, and his eyes snapped forward, rolling his neck.

Game time.

Instead of taking a shower, Delilah sat down in the women’s locker room in front of the monitor, with Britt and even Brandi, who had joined them to celebrate.  Cody had already had his match against his brother, Dustin, so she was free for the rest of the night.  They had popped some bubbly, toasted to a well done match, along with Britt winning the title and the women embraced.

“I still can’t believe you’re here.  I had no doubt in my mind Brandi would hit you up for a contract.  Hey, there’s an afterparty tonight, are you going?” Britt asked excitedly, her own adrenaline still pumping and the high she felt out there hadn’t gone away.

Booze was a BAD idea, especially after what happened last night. “Probably not…”

“Oh, come on, Del!  You gotta go!  It’s a celebration for all of us FINALLY finding a home from the Indies!”

“I’m not really in the mood.” Delilah didn’t want to drink and afterparties usually had alcohol. “I’ll think about it.”

Britt had a feeling there was more than Delilah was letting on and decided not to push her while they both turned to look at the monitor, watching the match. “Oh man…”

Suddenly, JR’s voice rang throughout the headset after the match was over with Chris Jericho winning the AEW world title. “Hey – HEY!!  WHAT THE HELL?!”

“JOOOONNN MOXLEY!!” Excalibur, another announcer, roared through the headset as the fans started going ballistic at the sight of him.

No music or pyro, nothing.  Jon Moxley came stalking through the crowd with a purpose, swaggering as only he could and rolled right into the ring under the bottom rope, coming face to face with Chris Jericho.  The electricity in the air was peaked off the charts as the fans blew horns from the crowd and Jon was pandering to them, his electric blues practically on fire.  Just as Chris came towards him, shouting, Jon dropped him with a DDT.  Then he rolled right up and jumped up on the ropes, breathing in every bit of this that he could and feeling alive for the first time in nearly 8 years.  He was breathing fresh air for the first time since escaping prison and it was time to finally enjoy and love the sport that saved his life all those years ago.

PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING.

“Wow, listen to that crowd!”

Delilah was and couldn’t wipe the smile off her face even if she wanted to.

Full blown Moxley at the moment, Jon was sitting somewhere on a backburner, twiddling his thumbs.  Omega had to be CONVINCED, wasn’t that what Rhodes had said?  Moxley may have been dormant for past almost 8 years, but that just meant he was well rested and hungry.  Really, really hungry and this jackass who insisted on calling him ‘rookie’ and ‘sell out’, looked delicious.  Jon helped Omega to this feet, slowly, because he was unsteady from the fight he just had with Jericho.  He tried to drop him just like Jericho, but Omega’s adrenaline was still pumping through his veins and he sent both of them through the middle rope, landing on the outside of the ring.  They continued brawling through the fans, near the front of the staging, where a huge stack of casino chips was set up.  Somehow, someway, both men wound up on top of those chips and Jon lifted Omega up, driving him crashing down to the stage below, smashing through it.  Jon spread his arms out, the lighting behind him cutting a phenomenal photograph and silhouette and Jon dropped down, blowing a kiss at Omega, who lay dormant on the stage below.

“Holy crap!” Britt shrieked when that happened and could tell the man’s eyes were manic.

“It was at that moment, The Cleaner, Kenny Omega, knew he FUCKED up.” Delilah said in a low voice, making Britt laugh as they watched the scene before them with wide eyes. “Jesus, Kenny is gonna be really sore from that soaring trip!”

“Jesus…” Britt couldn’t remember the last time she saw THIS much brutality in a segment and it made her surge with newfound love for professional wrestling.

With the show ended, Jon wasn’t done yet and ordered a camera to follow him, wanting to cut his very first promo in AEW.  It had been years since he had been able to unleash properly and Jon was not one to rehearse what he was going to say, at least not when he was ‘Mox’, that was all off the cuff with vague ideas of what he wanted to work in.  It worked, for him, and by the way the people had responded to his debut, he knew he hadn’t lost his touch at all.  Within the hour, it would be posted on YouTube for the entire world to see.

Chris, who was widely known and respected for his own promos throughout the wrestling world, was mentally applauding.  THIS was what had been missing from the Ambrose character, the watered down Moxley.  

This fire, the maniacal, nonsensical, unfiltered off the cuff promo that only this man could deliver.

Chapter 18

Delilah felt exhilarated while watching Jon as he systematically handed each of those men their backsides, especially Omega.  From the top of her head to the tips of her toes, there were chills, goosebumps, and Delilah could not pull her gaze away from the monitor, no matter how hard she tried.  All she wanted to do was tear into Jon, rip his clothes off and screw him until they both went blind or passed out, whichever came first.

“I need a shower.” She stood up once the show had ended, not believing Jon had actually sent Kenny through the staging.

“You and me both.  My god, that man is hot.” Britt sighed wistfully with glittering eyes. “Do you think Mox would give me a shot in bed?” Her marriage was on the rocks right now with her husband working in NXT and her in AEW.  It wasn’t easy and she had needs that he could not fulfill, temptation was too great when separated like this.  She was finding that out the hard way.

Delilah blinked, not expecting that response and shrugged, playing it off. “One way to find out, go ask him.” She winked and headed into the showers, trying to push down the jealousy she suddenly felt.  Not to mention, she knew Britt was married too, so what the hell was the woman thinking?

“Well, you know him, right?  I thought you did anyway, that was the rumor.” Britt sighed, leaning in the shower door before shaking her head. “I don’t know, he’s…scary, gorgeous, but…what if he laughs?  Do you know his type?” Well, besides the rumors of ‘anything with a hole’ from back in his wilder, younger days.  Jon Moxley had been a man whore and EVERYONE knew it.  Since he had gone to the WWE, those rumors had died out, thanks to a lack of him fanning the flames.  It was weird, what if he was settled or something? “Seriously though, do you?”

Silver hair, legs that went on for days, ass sculpted by the gods, and a thing for fishnets.  He had a very specific type and only one woman fit the bill these days.  Not that anyone knew it, but Jon had purposefully removed himself from the market permanently.

“Not really and I’m being serious when I say that.  I don’t really know him that well.  My brother knows him inside and out, so if anyone would know his ‘type’, it’s Sami.” Delilah stepped out of the fishnets and then her wrestling attire, glad she had brought a fresh top to go with the red lace skirt and other stockings. “I mean, you know he was a man whore.” Who didn’t? “Maybe that’s still his reputation, I don’t really know.  Like I said, there’s only one way to find out and what’s the worse he’ll say?  No?  To a beauty like you?  He’s insane if he does, Britt.” There was no way she was bringing up Adam to her friend, that wasn’t her business and maybe their marriage wasn’t working out.

“He’s already insane…that’s kinda my point.  I don’t know about a relationship with the guy, but…” Was it wrong to just want to have sex?  Just once?  Guys did it all the time, went out and got laid, and zero judgment.  She was married, so what?  A girl had NEEDS! “I just want one night, see if he lives up to the hype.” And…he was gorgeous.  Intense.  She bet he brought that intensity to the bedroom too. “Come to the afterparty with me, maybe you can be my wing woman.” Because if this didn’t pan out or Moxley laughed her to hell and back, Britt was definitely going to need someone there to keep her from drowning embarrassment in liquor. “Please?”

That was how Delilah got suckered into being Britt’s wing woman, wearing a similar designed top just like her wrestling attire.  Only, it wasn’t a body suit, just a top, but still had the see-through effect, which was why she had to wear a black bra.  Cody and Brandi had gone all out for the afterparty and it was at some club a little ways from the arena.  They had rented the entire place out, so it was just AEW stars with thumping loud music and booze.  Delilah would not drink a single drop of alcohol and stuck with water, having learned her lesson the previous night.

“Well, what are you waiting for?  Go talk to Mox and see if he’ll take you to bed.” She encouraged, fingering the braid over her shoulder and could see the hesitation on Britt’s face. “Like I said, he’s insane if he turns you down.”

Jon was standing at the bar, sipping a beer and chatting with some old friends he hadn’t seen in literal years, having pulled on that black Henley shirt he had brought with him, though he hadn’t bothered with all the miniscule buttons on the front.  The sleeves were tugged up to his elbows and he wasn’t going to lie, if not for the fact that he was used to the Vegas heat, after all this time, and the club was air-conditioned, he would have been sweating balls.  His eyes shifted when Britt something or other hesitantly began trekking her way to him.  He had spotted Delilah some time ago, but figured he’d give her time to settle into the club before going and talking to her, which also meant he had noted who she was hanging out with.

Oh boy… he mentally sighed when the woman looked like she was steeling herself.

Britt took one look at him, saw the resignation on his face and immediately went past him to head toward one of the women to talk to them.  Or pretend to do it.  She was an idiot to actually think she had a shot with Jon Moxley!  What the hell was she thinking?!  She had such an amazing husband and they needed to work things out before she simply gave up and screwed someone else! 

Delilah shook her head when Britt steered in the other direction and sipped her water, feeling Jon’s eyes on her across the way.  She was hoping he would go for Britt and leave her alone, but the woman had chickened out.  Great.  Half of her was thrilled with that and the other half was annoyed – she was a very conflicted, confusing mess.  Looking down at her phone, she saw the name flashing on the caller ID and frowned.  It was her brother.  Standing from the booth, Delilah made her way out of the club, with water in hand, never leaving her drink unattended -another lesson learned the hard way- and stepped outside to answer it on the fifth ring.

“Hey Sami.”

“How did it go?”

She was his sister, she didn’t get hello’s and greetings and got the point of the call right out the gate.  He had SEEN her match, having ordered the pay-per-view from DirecTV, but what he had seen and what she thought were two different things.  He thought she had been spectacular and she could have walked out of there with the women’s championship, but…it was Delilah.  She’d want to earn her way first.

“You enjoying yourself?” Sami had thought he’d feel upset or something about her in AEW without him, but…he had turned down his chance, preferring to focus on oVe, which was doing great.

“I think this is the best decision I’ve ever made for my career.  AEW is going to flourish and it may take time to get it off the ground, but once it does, it’s going to go off like a rocket.  Hell, maybe you can bring oVe to AEW sooner or later.” That would be awesome and then she could rejoin them again. “I do miss you guys.” Delilah looked up at the starry night sky, even past the bright lights of the City of Sin and heaved a soft sigh.  It was beautiful out here, much more than Cincinnati, but she was a Cincy girl at heart and always would be. “I’m flying out tomorrow morning to come home.” She would have to leave soon to go back to Jon’s and get her belongings, wondering if he’d be petty and even allow her to do it.

“Oh really?” Sami was laughing, shaking his head as he retrieved an energy drink from the fridge. “And here I thought Jon would have talked you into moving to Vegas.  You know, you texted me last night saying you were ‘officially in love’ with the Strip.”

She had, she had been in awe of it actually.  Jon had loved that, the way she adored it.  The way the lights had lit up the area so it was bright as day almost with the neon just below the barely visible nighttime sky.  Until one experienced it in person, there just wasn’t a way to describe that first time on the Strip.

“How is Mox anyway, you seen him at all?”

She did?  Why didn’t she remember that?  She was NEVER drinking again as long as she lived! “He’s been around, said hi to me and that’s pretty much it.” Flat lie.  She really hated lying to her brother, but what other choice did she have?  Tell Sami everything about how Jon had liquored her up to the point where she didn’t even remember half of what happened between them?  No, that wasn’t an option. “I’m sure he’s keeping an eye on me for you, though.  I know how you two operate.” Delilah teased, hearing Sami’s chuckle and leaned against the building, staring up at the sky again. “It is really beautiful here though.  Maybe I did fall in love with the Strip a little…”

“Don’t even tell me you’re moving to Vegas.”

“Hell no, Cincy girl at heart, but coming here for vacations every now and then wouldn’t be a bad idea.  Until AEW gets off the ground, that is and then I’ll be busy traveling and whatnot.” They were having one show a month until October, but nothing had been announced yet from AEW. “Brandi told me they were going to TNT and it would be in October, so here’s hoping.”

“No shit?  Bought a slot, did they?” Because an unknown promotion wasn’t getting offered one, they’d pay for it and if it took off, they’d be ‘given’ a home.  Standard for new shows and programs. “That’s cool, Del, think they’ll run with these lines they got now or work something new?” Probably a mix, he stroked his chin thoughtfully. “Did you see Kenny?” That had been a mistake from the start.  Kenny was an arrogant jackass and Sami would never understand what his sister had saw in the idiot. “Mox fucked him UP.”

Delilah grinned, recalling the promo and felt a shiver rush down her spine, her cheeks flushing slightly. “Yeah, I saw it.  I was watching it with Britt and Brandi joined us briefly.  It was so great seeing him back in his element.”

Sami nodded in agreement, sipping his energy drink.  He didn’t drink nearly as much as he used to these days. “Yeah, it was.  That’s the Mox we know.  They really did water him down in WWE.  Anyway, enough about him, I loved your match, sis, and you should be the champ right now.”

“Nah, not right away.  Britt deserved it more than me after all the shit she’s been through.  I was just happy and satisfied to be in that match.” Titles didn’t mean that much to Delilah, she just loved being in the ring, no matter what.  It was her passion and the only thing she had strived to do since she was a teenager, just like Sami and Jon.

“Yeah, whatever, aren’t you the one who says you want to get as many titles from as many promotions as you can?” Sami teased, remembering her saying that more than once.  

It was a good goal and there were a lot of women’s championships out there to be had, but she was going to do it the ‘right’ and ‘honorable’ way.  Many people thought his sister was a stuck-up, superficial, stick in the ass prig.  Now, on the stick in the ass, sometimes they’d be right, but she had a good head on her shoulders and was focused, singularly so when it came to wrestling at times.  People would judge by appearance only and not what was on the inside, which was sad.  Maybe she did look superficial and high maintenance on the outside, but on the inside, Delilah was a very sweet woman with a big heart and would give the shirt off her back to anyone in need.  Once she was done with wrestling, she would get rid of the silver hair and go back to her regular brown tresses, more than likely.  She also made sure not to fry her hair either, taking exceptional care of it because of all the work that went into keeping it silver.  If people couldn’t see who the person was on the inside, they weren’t worth getting to know, period.

“I do want to do that and it will happen in AEW, just like every other promotion I’ve been in, but I don’t need to be champion right out the gate.  I’d rather have an actual feud and build up to the moment of becoming champion.” Storytelling was huge in the wrestling business.

“Yeah, I hear that.” Wrestling itself was fun and required insane amounts of athleticism and conditioning, but the storytelling was pure art.  Sometimes crappy, soap opera art, but when a wrestler was able to spin a tale and then keep it going with movement alone, the action in the ring, that was a beautiful thing to see come together and play out. “All right, go enjoy your celebration party and try not to get too messed up, and again, awesome match, sis.  Hey, do you need a pickup from the airport tomorrow?  I got nothing going until late afternoon.”

Her eyes slid over, hearing the door open and there stood Jon, the nervousness and anxiety back in full force. “Yeah, that’d be great.  My flight lands around 9 AM.  I’ll see you then.  Love you, bro.” They hung up and Delilah dropped her phone in her purse, taking a sip of her water. “Too crowded in there for you, Moxley?” She asked, wondering how much of that conversation with Sami he’d overheard and pulled her eyes away from him to stare back up at the sky.  As much as she’d miss Vegas, it was time to go back home to Cincinnati and being away from Jon would help get her head on straight. 

Hell, maybe she’d be able to jog her memory on the crazy night they’d had together besides having wild sex.

“For some reason, every woman and their gay friend,” That was half joking, he had been hit on by a gay guy.  He was all for loving who a person loved and sexing who they wanted to sex, just…not his bag, at all. “Seems to be hitting on me tonight, darlin’.” All those rumors about his man whoring, wild ways from his youth were out in force tonight and 85% of them were true. “How about you?” He had heard the last bit of her conversation, not liking the fact that she was going back to Ohio in the morning.

What did he expect? “Well, you in that Henley shirt might have something to do with it.” Delilah had been left alone, surprisingly, which she preferred after the chaos that ensued at the arena with Kenny. “That was Sami on the phone if you didn’t know.  Just checking on me and asking how tonight went.  He watched, told me to tell you the segment was fucking awesome.” Not Sami’s exact words, but that was pretty much what Sami meant. “I have a feeling oVe will be in AEW before long.”

“Wouldn’t surprise me at all, Del.” He chuckled, knowing damn well if Sami did make that leap, it would be based on being able to bring his faction with him.  oVe had a good thing going, Sami wasn’t going to turn his back on it.  He was too loyal for that, too stubborn. “Not sure if the staging part was a good idea, but I wanted to make the comeback of a lifetime.” And he did with interest to The Cleaner. “Got cut up while brawling, it’s not too bad.” He held his bandaged hand up for her to see.

“Oh damn…” Delilah frowned, setting her empty water glass down on the concrete and moved over to him, gently taking his wrapped hand in hers. “It may not have been a good idea, but…it told a story too.  You told a story out there tonight and, after the video you showed everyone, I didn’t expect anything less from you.  Did you need stitches?” Christ, if he wasn’t careful, Jon could sever nerves in his hand and make it to where it no longer functioned. “You probably don’t need to hear this, Moxley, but you need to be more careful.  Maybe wrap your hand with tape before doing something like that again.” She released his hand and tried not to look too concerned for his wellbeing.  It was easier said than done, though.

The concern was shining through those gorgeous, golden brown flecked eyes of hers and if not for the fact that he needed to tread carefully tonight, if he was going to have any shot of keeping her in Vegas, he would have kissed her.  Jon was hoping to avoid resorting to something drastic, like kidnap.  Was it kidnap since she was his spouse legally?  Delilah would never forgive him if he had to resort to those drastic measures.

“In my dumbass defense, doll,” He rumbled softly, a hint of amusement in his tone. “I didn’t think his damn head was as hard as was and he did shove me into the damn staging.  Had to catch myself with my hand and caught the corner of it.”

“You told a story, and sometimes you have to take drastic measures to do it.” She understood that better than most.  The more she thought about it, it really did shock her that WWE had actually reached out and signed him in the first place because of his eccentric attitude and character. “Just…be careful in the future.  I don’t want you severing a nerve and losing full functionality of your hand.” There, she had voiced her earlier concern and he could take it or leave it. “I know I’m mother-henning again, but I wouldn’t say anything if I didn’t…” Delilah stopped what she was about to say and cleared her throat awkwardly. “Never mind, I’m heading back inside.”

Chapter 19

With the hand not wrapped in gauze, Jon reached out to gently take her forearm, stopping her from going back in. “I know if you didn’t care, you wouldn’t mother-hen,” He said quietly, filling in the blanks she had left wide open for him. “And from here on out, I’ll tape a brawl or a match, I don’t want to lose this hand’s functionality either.” He needed it not only for life in general, but other things, like eventually caressing her beautiful body again, this time sober. “You going to stay for a while?  The party, I mean.” He knew eventually she was going to have to go back to his house, and she’d require him to get inside.

This was the moment of truth. 

Would he be a complete cock to her like earlier or would he be civil?  Granted, she hadn’t been very nice to him either and Delilah didn’t want to fight with him, not after the incredible show they just had. “Not much longer, no.  I was…hoping you’d give me the key to your place, so I can pack my things up to leave.” There was no malice or anger in her voice, not anymore, her tone soft and quiet. “I don’t want you to leave the party just because I am…” Maybe he would get lucky with someone who had hit on him and she drew her bottom lip between her teeth, the amusement filling her eyes at that thought.  A gay man had hit on him…did Jon swing that way? 

Maybe he was bi-sexual.

“Uh no, no thanks, darlin’, that’s a hard pass from me.” Jon shook his head, scrunching his face and then growled down at her.  Delilah was openly chuckling at him, amusement written all over her face. “Laugh it up, chuckles.” He sighed, reaching out to tug a stray strand of that silver hair he had been fisting just the night before. “Let’s go say our goodbyes and I’ll drive you back.”

He wouldn’t wait around for someone to slip him a mickey or something, or deal with the looks from a stitched-up Omega, who had arrived later than anyone else.  He wasn’t going to jail tonight over that arrogant cock.  Jon still couldn’t wrap his head around Delilah having dated THAT douche canoe, but she wasn’t willing to give him a chance, sober at least.

Because he was Sami’s best friend and it was a line she never wanted to cross.  Kenny didn’t know Sami from a hole in the ground. “I don’t need to say goodbye to anyone, Moxley.  I’ll see them again at the next show, not a big deal.  I’ll wait for you out here.”

Delilah didn’t want to give people the false notion they were together as a couple.  That wasn’t the case at all.  It COULDN’T happen and she would pay someone to write it in the sky, if that’s what it took, to get it through Jon’s head.  Little did she know her entire life was about to be turned upside down because of the marriage she didn’t even know she was involved in.

There would be no spelling it out because, regardless of what Delilah thought, she was NOT just another notch in his bed.  He hadn’t been lying or preying on her drunkenness when he had said he wanted ALL of her.  Not just her body, or her pussy, but the whole kit and kaboodle.  Body, the brain, and most definitely above all else, Jon wanted her heart.  He would have it, eventually, it was just a matter of breaking through her defenses and her damn excuse of ‘Sami’.  If it got to the point, he’d go straight to the source of her hang-up and get the other man’s blessing, one way or another.

“Fuck ‘em, let’s go.”

She laughed at his carefree attitude and shrugged, following him to his car. “Jon, wait…” Delilah stopped him from sliding into the driver’s seat and placed a hand on his shoulder, making him to turn to face her. “I was a bitch to you earlier on the way to the arena and I’m sorry.” She hated fighting with people, it always gave her a horrible feeling and she had no idea why. “No matter if I was drunk as a skunk, I still had sex with you willingly and it’s not fair to…put the blame on you.” Not entirely, anyway. “I always thought of you as a friend and I don’t wanna lose that.” He was one of her only friends that would be in AEW going forward. “I’m a grown ass woman and I made the decision to get into bed with you, so…I hope we can just forget about what happened and move forward as friends.  Are you okay with that?”

“I appreciate your honesty, and I accept your apology,” Jon stared down at her intently, though the ‘but’ was implied in his tone. “And I’m sorry too, for acting like a dick about it.” He had known the attitude was coming from her and still let himself rile to it.  Not as bad as he could’ve, but he still shouldn’t have done it.  Especially since he knew something she didn’t and he deserved a LOT more of her ire than what he had already gotten. “BUT,” Here it was and he did not miss the flash of resignation that flickered across Delilah’s face, reaching out to run a fingertip down along her cheek. “I can’t forget about it, Del,” He admitted softly, pausing to let that sink in. “And I want to be more than your friend.” Not a bed notch and they were already more than friends, but…what she didn’t remember wouldn’t hurt her.

It was no use.  He was never going to understand why she couldn’t be with him.  Even though she had spelled it out for him, Jon didn’t get it.  Or he didn’t care. “That’s all I can offer you, Jon.” Delilah cracked a sad smile up at him and hated they were both on different pages with each other.  It is what it is, she thought, sliding into the car and waited for him to start it up before pulling out of the parking lot. 

Going back to Cincinnati would give her the space she desperately needed from Jon and she could not wait for her flight to take off.  Why did she get this feeling of a dread in the pit of her stomach something more had happened between them?  Christ, maybe it would be a good idea to pop a morning after pill, even though she was on birth control.  The shot.

“Stop at a pharmacy, please.  I need to grab something before we head back to the house.”

“You’re kidding right?  It’s late, darlin’, they’re all closed.” Jon gave her a curious look and then groaned when she shot a somewhat panicked look his way. “Well…CVS has a 24-hour one, but it’s like 30 minutes from here.” When she nodded, he sighed and switched lanes, wondering what just popped into her head. “Do I dare ask, Del?” He questioned, a hint of weariness inching into his tone.  

Jon had to wonder if Sami was the only thing truly holding her back.  If it was, it was a seriously irrational fear.  Her brother loved her and maybe he’d be mad, for a while, but he’d get over it and then he and Jon would REALLY be brothers, instead of just calling themselves that.  Considering she had confessed to having always felt nervous and anxious around him, Jon was guessing she didn’t have a clue what the real issue was.

Thirty minutes?  Really?  Delilah changed her mind and told him to head back to the house since it was already going on 1 AM.  She would be lucky if she got an hour of sleep since her flight left at 6 AM and she had to be at the airport by 4.  Christ…why didn’t she pay attention to the time?  The Plan B pill could be taken 72 hours after sex and something told her Jon hadn’t used a condom or thought of any kind of protection.  Even with her birth control, she used condoms whenever having sex, except when she got piss-poor drunk.

“It’s fine, I’ll take care of it when I get home.” She flashed him a smile, swallowing down her anxiety and leaned her head back against the seat while he headed toward his house away from the Strip.

Jon was quiet for most of the ride, mulling over the Sami thing and it was when they turned out onto the road that took them out of the city, he finally voiced his thoughts. “So, Delilah,” His eyes scanned the nighttime sky, finally able to see the millions upon millions of stars dotting it.  Only Vegas had a view like this and he wished she’d stay, he’d take her out to the Red Rocks.  She had fallen for the Strip, maybe she’d fall for the parts outside of it as well. “If Sami wasn’t a factor, would there be anything stopping you from being with me, darlin’?” She hadn’t ever really given him a proper answer other than ‘Sami’, and that was an excuse.  He wanted to know what she honestly FELT, from herself, not her issues with her brother.

It was too damn late for this conversation, but it was obvious Jon was bright-eyed and bushytailed and wanted to push her, pressuring her to strip away all the obstacles in front of them. “I don’t know.” Delilah decided honesty was the best when it came to Jon, even if it was brutal. “Why are you pushing this, Good?  Seriously, we haven’t seen each other, until recently, for years,” Besides the few times he had come to Cincinnati for WWE shows and Sami had been in town, along with her, so they had done dinner or went to Madonna’s Bar.  She didn’t consider those actual ‘seeing each other’ moments since she always left to give Sami time alone with his longtime best friend. “I don’t understand where this…sudden desire to be with me is coming from.” Had he always felt this way?  No, that was impossible and even she wasn’t THAT arrogant to think otherwise. “It’s like you’re a dog that just found your favorite toy or bone or something…” Maybe that wasn’t the greatest analogy, but again, it was late.

“You really have no idea, do you?” He was shaking his head again, but also laughing softly. “Okay, that’s fair, I can see why you’d think that.  But to be fair, you really have always been skittish around me, even when we were kids.” Which she had admitted before. “You don’t let me in, even when we do see each other, and that just…” Tempts and teases me, he finished mentally. “I think we’d be good together, I want to try being more than friends.” His house was coming into view. “I can’t explain it, Del, just like you can’t explain why you get anxious around me.  I just…feel it, know it.”

“Just because we had great sex together does NOT mean we’d be good together as a couple, Jon.  And you know that.  Sometimes sex is just sex and it’s better to leave it at that.” Not only that, but Sami…she could NOT do that to her brother, actively date one of his best friends.  What kind of sister did something like that?  She was being shady already by keeping the fact she banged Jon away from her brother! “I told you friendship is all I can offer you and I meant it.  You need to accept it for what it is and stop trying to convince me otherwise.” Delilah was not being a bitch, her tone wasn’t conveying it either.  She was being honest with him and lowered her eyes to her lap, clasping her hands tightly to rest in it.

“Never going to happen, darlin’. I’m not known for giving up.” Jon remarked confidently, shaking his head as he pulled into his driveway. “So, you DO remember the great sex, that’s good.” A LOT of great sex and he began laughing at the exasperated look on her face, parking and leaned over to kiss her cheek. “I’m sorry, but that’s never going to get old, that look on your face.”

“Yeahhhh…”

Delilah didn’t have a response to that, so she just got out of the car to breathe Jon-free fresh air, making sure to grab her clutch along with her bag in the back.  She had grabbed it out of Britt’s car before departing and sent her a text to let her know she had left.  Britt hadn’t responded, so she was more than likely busy with someone else or had gone back to the hotel to sleep.  Jon unlocked the door and she headed for the stairs, only for him to spin her around to collide with his chest, her hands instantly gripping his upper arms.

“Jon, please…”

Jon, please…

Mmm, please what, doll?

Please stop teasing me and fuck me!

What a time for THAT particular moment to flash in her head! “I-I have to pack and get ready to leave…” Delilah cursed herself for having a shaky voice.

“You don’t have to leave, doll…” He stared down into her flushed face, one brow slowly raising.  What on earth was going through her mind right now?  Her voice had come out odd, shaky, a little breathless and his eyes zoomed to her pulse point, a lip curving upwards in amusement when she brought her hand up to cover the spot. “Stay another day, Delilah.  No more alcohol and I’ll try to behave.” Because obviously he couldn’t promise jack when he wasn’t capable of always keeping those promises. “Please…there’s a lot more to Vegas than the Strip, let me show it to you, darlin’.  Just one more day.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea…” Delilah felt his hands searing her sides through the see-through part of her shirt and skirt, the heat radiating in his huge palms.  Even through the gauze on his right hand.  Jon didn’t want her to leave and she could see the plea in his beautiful blues. “You’ve always made me nervous and I don’t know why.  Right now, all I want to do is…well, half of me wants to kiss you and the other half of me wants to run away from you.  I-I don’t have answers for you and I’m not sleeping with you again, so if that’s the only reason you want me to stay, just let me leave now and be done with it.” Betraying Sami a second time wasn’t an option, no matter how badly she wanted this man. 

Half of her, anyway.

Betraying Sami…he wished he could make her see this wasn’t betraying her brother!  Jon could read all those doubts and thoughts in her conflicted eyes, knowing she was sort of opening a door for him, but he had to proceed with caution. “I don’t want you for sex, Delilah.” How many times did he have to tell her that?  Well, he’d just have to prove it. “Not just sex.” He amended, knowing the truth, most of it, was the way to go.  He had to get into her good graces, before she either remembered or he had to tell her.  Her wedding band, and his, were tucked upstairs in his safe, the key on his chain, which was currently dangling from his back pocket. “Don’t run from me, Del.  You don’t have to kiss me either, just don’t run.”

I love you, Jon, god I’ve always loved you.

Fuck me too, Del, I love you and you’re mine now.

Yes…YES, only yours!

Damn right!

DID SHE REALLY SAY THAT TO HIM?! 

DID SHE SAY THOSE WORDS?! 

The panic turned into something else entirely and she felt Jon press his forehead to hers, tears filling her eyes.  She was going to end up betraying her brother…again.  Delilah could feel it down to her bones because she wouldn’t be able to resist Jon, not in this house alone with him. “Then don’t give me a reason to.  You’re…intense and you need to dial it back a little.  You scare me with your intensity and you always have.  I know that’s just the type of person you are…”

She could NOT believe she actually told him she loved him while they had sex!  What the HELL was she thinking?!  Did Jon remember that?  If he did, he was playing it off very well and probably didn’t want to scare her away.  Maybe pretending she never said it was the better way to go.

“I’m still only offering you friendship too.”

Chapter 20

His smile was crooked, a hint of telling it in and a dab of sadness.  He remembered last night perfectly and he wished she did, or at least the part where they had gotten home.  Wild, rough sex tempered with some steamy, heart attack inducing confessions, yeah…that part he would always remember.  It was one of the many, many reasons he wouldn’t let her go.  If she DID go back to Cincinnati, he’d go with her.  But…that door she had cracked halfway had been pushed open and he would take advantage on home turf and try to dial it back.

“I’m sorry, darlin’, I’ll try.” He inhaled her scent with a soft groan before stepping back, putting space between them. “I can’t help the intensity, I’ve always been ‘want it and go for it’.” And he wanted her. “Please, one more day, Delilah.  I’ll pay for the ticket to be switched.”

“You don’t have to do that.  I’ll take care of my own ticket.” Reaching up, she touched his face gently and cracked a smile of her own, hers full of uncertainty. “I’m not asking you to change for me.  That’s not…what I want you to do.  I just…look, I didn’t think we would end up in bed together, sexing each other up for hours on end.  I remember most of it…” The crucial parts, apparently. “I just wish it would have gone down differently.  I don’t regret it happening, but it bothers me that I had to be completely liquored up and drunk in order to sleep with you.  In order to be comfortable around you.  If…” What was she saying?!  What did she mean ‘if’? “IF…I can get to that point sober, then maybe…maybe there is more to this than I thought.” She stepped back, holding her hands up when he came forward. “I need time and space to figure it out.” Delilah also needed to figure out a way to tell Sami if she decided to give Jon a true chance. “So…I’ll stay in Vegas with you, here, as long as you give me space when I ask for it and give me time to figure this out.  Give me time to…get to know you because you pinpointed it earlier tonight – we DON’T know each other.  I don’t just jump into bed with anyone, Jon.” Sami was going to maim her when she told him she was staying in Vegas, wondering if she should keep it from him who she was staying with.  Probably for the best. “I’m not asking you to court me.  I’m not asking you to romance me or buy me flowers and chocolates.” She made a face at that. “I’m not…that type of woman.” If it wasn’t obvious. “But I AM the type of woman who likes to KNOW the man I’m fucking instead of just jumping into bed on a drunken whim.”

It wasn’t a drunken whim, she cared about him, for whatever reasons and they probably didn’t make a lick of sense to her.  He was in the same boat.  Jon couldn’t pinpoint the WHY, but he KNEW he did.  It was just…something concrete, like he KNEW the sky was blue and that Omega sucked chunks, he just KNEW.

“Deal,” Jon extended his hand with a grin, laughing when she rolled her eyes, but took it.  He wasn’t sure how to take her ‘staying’, did that mean a day or longer?  He wanted to ask, but…he sucked in air between his teeth, the thought interrupted by his stomach growling. “Leftover breakfast it is.” And THIS was why he had made so much. “Hungry, darlin’?”

“One more thing…” She stepped closer to him, still having hold of his hand and leaned up to brush her lips against his cheek. “How long do you want me to stay?  If we’re going to get to know each other better, a day isn’t going to scratch the surface, but I don’t know what all you have planned, so…” He had a movie he would be doing very soon called Cagefighter and something told her that would be filmed either in Vegas, Hollywood, or Vancouver.  Probably Vancouver since that was where most movies were made these days. “Just let me know when to get the fuck out and I will.  And yeah, I can eat.”

“I will let you know when to get the fuck out and the answer is…no time soon.” He would be filming in Vancouver and wondered if she’d go with him.  Smiling, Jon led the way to the kitchen, watching as she deposited her clutch on the counter while he began digging out the morning’s leftovers.  No, he wouldn’t ask that right out the gate, that was the intensity she had been talking about and he knew the automatic answer would be no.  He didn’t get this waiting concept; well, he did, but he didn’t.  See. Want. Take.  It was simple. “You got enough stuff for…however long?  If not, I know some shops.  I mean, I know OF some shops.  I don’t go into…women’s places.”

“I was actually thinking I could fly back to Cincinnati and then come back here with more of my clothes.  It makes more sense and it’d be cheaper to grab my stuff as opposed to buying new shit.” She took her heels off, tossing them under the table and groaned at how sore they were.  Damn heels, Delilah wasn’t used to wearing them. “You could come with me, if you want.” Would he be able to acquire a plane ticket so soon though or…would they have to fly out a different day? “I can change my plane ticket to coincide with yours if you want to come with me.  If not, I’ll be gone for a day and then be back.  What do you want to do, Moxley?”

“Honestly?  I want to come with because I’m afraid you’ll come to your senses and not come back.” Jon replied honestly, now setting out plates while he used the oven and the microwave to reheat things. “And I don’t want you to…have to deal with Sami.” Well, no, he did.  He wanted that OUT of the damn way, but not at the expense of her backing off of him and deciding this was a bad idea.  This was a GREAT idea, she was practically moving in. “You tell me, darlin’, what do you want me to do?  Stay and pray, or come with?”

He made a good point and she was a flight-risk. “Okay – okay, I’ll just go shopping and buy new shit.  Not a big deal.” She wasn’t hurting financially, especially now that she signed a contract with AEW and had already received her first payment via direct deposit. “Tomorrow…after getting some sleep…after we eat.” Between tonight and last night, Delilah was running on fumes and it showed as she tried in vain to stifle a yawn, failing miserably. “Does that make you feel better?”

“Sort of.  Man, I feel like a chick.” Jon shook his head, snorting as he began setting out the hot food before retrieving them each a bottle of water.  No alcohol, not until she asked for it anyway, which was highly unlikely all things considered. “Not like you, but…the stereotype, you know?” He dropped down opposite her at the table. “Clingy, whiny…I don’t like it.  Tell me to quit being a bitch the next time I sound like that, okay, doll?” He eyeballed the food, snatching up a griddle cake and began piling a little bit of everything onto it.

Delilah giggled softly, not able to deny that fact and took a bite out of the eggs he whipped up quickly while the rest of the food was heating.  It was technically breakfast time, so this wasn’t out of the ordinary. “Stop being a bitch.” She grinned at his eye roll and continued eating, a lot hungrier now that they finally came to some kind of compromise.  Once they finished eating, she stood up from the table to clear the table and smacked his good hand when he tried to stop her. “This time I AM cleaning up since I’m staying here for a while.  I’m not just a guest to you anymore, right?”

Technically, she was his wife, even though they had signed a prenuptial agreement.  Jon had ONLY done it because when she came to her senses and realized what a bastard he was, she might get spiteful.  Or maybe by then, she’d be totally on board.  He had a case of wishful thinking going on tonight.  Pointblank, she was his wife, so she was not a guest anymore and it was really a case of mi casa su casa.

“Fine, fine.  You’re not just a guest.” He wiggled his brows, leaning back in his chair until it was up on two legs. “So, not a guest, does that mean you don’t need the guest room?” Jon groaned when he got smacked upside his head. “Yeah, yeah, I know, I know, not happening.  I said I’d lower the intensity, not quit flirting, doll.”

Then Delilah thought about it and chewed her thumbnail, wondering if maybe sharing the same bed with him wasn’t a bad idea. “We could do that…if you behave yourself.” He had a king-sized bed, it was huge and there was plenty of room for them both. “Or do you think that’s a bad idea?  I mean, it would let us get closer and get to know each other better too…” They could do a trial run with it and see what happened…and if sex did happen, she would simply stay in the guest room until everything was figured out.  Or Delilah wouldn’t allow sex to happen and run out of there like her backside was on fire. “I’ll leave the sleeping arrangements up to you.” It would give Jon SOME control over this situation; she didn’t want to make all the decisions.

WHAT THE FUCK WOMAN?! Jon mentally screamed, wondering if this was a trap.  It was a trap, it HAD to be. “Darlin’, it’s a little hard…keeping my hands to myself and not uh, being intense…” When she was offering him SO MUCH TEMPTATION!  Jon needed a volume remote for his brain because it was screaming at him now, telling him to shut up and quit cockblocking himself. “And you already know I’m a cuddler, can’t promise a thing.”

“Cuddling is fine with me.  Just…nothing sexual, not right away.  And if I wake up with your hard cock in my ass, I will pretend it’s not there.” She grinned down at him, seeing the different emotions splaying on his face and those eyes were ELECTRIC blue fire.  It actually made her take a step back from how much intensity surged through them at the moment. “Or not.  Forget it.  Stupid idea.” Turning, Delilah headed to the sink and began rinsing the dishes off, mentally cursing herself for being stupid and suggesting doing something equally ridiculous. I am an idiot, she thought solemnly, shaking her head.

“Darlin’,” Jon got up and moved to stand behind her.  He made sure there was space between them, just enough so he wasn’t touching her, but damned if he couldn’t feel the heat radiating off of her.  It felt odd, her telling him no sex when last night, she had been begging him to fuck her.  Drunk, she had been drunk, it didn’t count. “I can promise I won’t try anything while I’m awake, but…” Jon couldn’t promise anything while he was sleeping. “I can’t tell you, you won’t wake up with my arms around you…or my face buried in your hair,” He leaned in enough to brush his nose against those silver locks, his hands on the counter, his arms on either side of her, fencing her in, though he made sure not to touch her. “Or my dick in your ass.  Other than that…I’m down.”

Turning the water off, Delilah slowly turned to face him and her eyes lifted to meet his with a tentative smile on her face. “I already told you, I don’t mind cuddling and I’m aware of what it all involves.” Taking his hands, she was careful and mindful of his injured one and placed them on her hips, her eyes not leaving his. “And you can touch me to show affection, too.  I have to get used to your touch if we’re going to do this.” Again, nothing sexual and there was a major difference between touching to be affectionate and touching to be sexual.  There were no blurred lines. “Just…if you get to be too much and I need space, you have to give it to me.  I…have a hard time thinking clearly when you touch me for some reason…” Now her cheeks tinged red at the confession.

“Because you like it when I touch you,” He retorted with absolute confidence in his tone. “And rational thought goes right out the window.  I know how that goes.” To be fair, it wasn’t like rational thought was his forte anyway.  She just made it worse, which was probably bad. “Mmm,” He squeezed her hips gently, brushing his lips against her forehead before stepping back. “I’m going to go change the sheets, darlin’.” He should’ve probably done that earlier. “Do you want to get your stuff and put it back in our room?” That came out so easy, he liked the sound of it.

Delilah caught that and chewed her bottom lip, not sure if she liked it being called that. “Your room, you mean.” She corrected, unable to let it slide and walked past him toward the stairs. “Meet you in YOUR room in a few minutes, Moxley.”

Making her way upstairs, she felt his eyes on her backside the entire time while he finished cleaning up the kitchen.  She grabbed her bag and toiletries, shutting the light off in the guest room to make her way to Jon’s master bedroom.  He was there and had just finished putting the sheets on as she set her belongings against the wall, out of the way.

“I’m going to use the bathroom to change and brush my teeth.  I already canceled my flight and sent Sami a text to let him know I’m staying here for a bit longer.” Not HERE at Jon’s house, but in Vegas.  There was also the matter of washing her makeup off, not wanting to go to bed with it on.

No, it was their room.  If she was sleeping in it AND bringing her stuff into it, it was THEIR room.  However, Jon let it go because it was simply a matter of schematics and if it made her feel better…awesome.  He nodded, watching his wife disappear into the bathroom before grabbing the very sex soiled sheets and comforter from last night, carrying them down to the laundry room.  Jon had left his windows open all day, so that had aired out the room, but these sheets…they smelled like her.  He was kind of sad to be washing THAT scent away.  While Delilah was in ‘their’ bathroom, he gathered his own things and used the guest one, washing down and brushing his own teeth before heading back to ‘their’ room, yawning as he tugged his black boxer briefs up further.

When he came back in, she was already in bed, wearing a tank top and sleeping shorts, figuring that would be the safest route to go.  Her face was devoid of makeup, her hair freshly brushed and down and she was under the covers.  Her eyes slowly gave him a scan; was he really going to sleep in JUST boxer/briefs?  This was going to be harder than she thought, but Delilah would deal with it.  Jon didn’t walk around the bed, instead he crawled OVER her to slide beneath the covers with her, pulling her back against him to wrap his arms around her.  Cuddling…she said she had no problem with it and closed her eyes, mentally talking down her anxiety and the nervousness she felt every time Jon was around her.  His nose buried in her hair and she shifted a little to get closer to him.

“So, who is going to turn the lights off?” Jon took care of it by clapping his hands together and she chuckled, not moving an inch since she was very comfortable, yawning. “Good night, Jon.”

Jon usually slept naked, which…he had last night, and she had too.  It had been great.  He figured tomorrow he would dig out his pajama bottoms and shorts from the tote at the back of his closet.  Jon had lived alone, preferred commando and nude at night…pjs not required.  He buried his face in her hair, sighing happily.

“Thank you, Delilah.” He rumbled in a voice just above a whisper.  She had no idea how happy she was making him by staying, trying.  It was a lot better than the alternative he would break out if she left him no choice. “Good night, darlin’.” He was going to show her around tomorrow, during the cooler hours of the day, see about making her fall in love with the rest of Vegas, and him, further.

Deep down, she already knew she was in love with Jon. 

Drunken words came from a sober heart…and her heart had always belonged to him.  That was why things never worked out with Kenny or any other man she had tried having a relationship with.  Japan was also a factor, but Delilah just didn’t feel the same way she did with other guys as she did with Jon.  There had always been something about him that made her weak in the knees, her anxiety and nerves heighten.  Maybe the anxiety and nerves stemmed from her fighting off how she felt all these years.  Delilah didn’t think of that possibility until now and it was definitely food for thought.  Eventually, she did fall asleep in the arms of the last man she ever thought she’d be with, not even realizing he was much more to her than a potential mate. 

He was her husband.

And Jon still hadn’t told her the truth and she still hadn’t remembered.

Chapter 21

When Jon woke up later the next day, around 11, Delilah was out of bed and nowhere to be found. 

Her bags and everything were there, but she wasn’t.  Jon shoved the covers off and jumped out of bed, rushing down the stairs as fast as he could.  She was nowhere in the house and his heart began pounding harder, first looking out front to see if maybe she was there.  Then, he finally went to the back and there she was, with her head leaning back in the hot tub, eyes closed, in a black stringed bikini.  Delilah had woken up very sore from her match and stiff, so she decided since Jon had opened his home to her, she would take advantage of the perks, such as taking a hot morning dip to soothe her aches and pains away.

Jon wanted to do one of several things as he stood there, staring down at her, his hands clenched into tight fists at his side.  He wanted to yank her out of that hot tub and throttle her a bit, maybe paddle that bouncy backside for giving him a panic / heart attack; he did NOT like that feeling!  The sinking feeling that she had left in the middle of the night because that was potentially the ONLY way she could, what with him being so hellbent on keeping her.  Then there was the other part of him that wanted to be insanely happy and join her, and gush like a chick, which wasn’t happening.  Third, he wanted to fuck her senseless because she looked so gorgeous and relaxed, and his adrenaline was up.  Not to mention, he enjoyed morning sex the most.

“Good morning, darlin’.” He greeted in a low, gritty voice, husky from sleep and taking a fourth option.

Her eyes slowly fluttered open, her hair piled up on top of her head to keep from getting into the water and flashed him a soft smile. “Good morning.” She moved from her spot since the jets were hitting her back and moved over to where he was, leaning her head arms on the ledge to stare up at him. 

There was a…crazed look in his electric blues and she felt her stomach tighten, especially when he grabbed her by the upper arms to yank her up against his body, his mouth finding hers.  Delilah felt the desperation and fear in his kiss, feeling how badly he was trembling and wrapped her arms around his neck to return it.  She was getting the front of him wet with her own body and neither cared, getting lost in the kiss.  Delilah needed oxygen and had to pry her lips from his, her breathing heavy to the point of panting.

“W-What’s wrong, Jon?  Why are you shaking?” And why was he kissing her like he’d never see her again? “Calm down and tell me what happened.” Maybe he had a bad dream or something. “Whatever it is, I’ll try to help you as much as I can…” Delilah had NO idea she was the reason for his outburst, his adrenaline rush and the fear that had gripped his heart upon waking up to find her gone.

“Fucked up dream, darlin’, more like a nightmare.” He rumbled, which was close enough to the truth of it he supposed.  

Kind of like a waking nightmare, where the fear seeped into reality and chased him around for a while.  He reluctantly let go of her, staring down into her face, his eyes searching hers for something, anything.  A second later he had dived into the pool, needing to cool his blood and stayed at the bottom for a few moments, mentally reminding himself that less intense, less freakouts were requirements here before surfacing.

“I’ll join you?” He asked, once out of the pool, watching as she glanced at the hot tub.

“Yeah, I just came in not too long ago.  I haven’t been up that long.” Boy, her head was SWIMMING after that intense kiss and this heat was not helping matters any. “Hold on.” Stepping out of the hot tub, she dove into the cool pool just like him and resurfaced 30 seconds later, feeling much better and cooler.  Maybe intensity with him wasn’t all that bad, after all, and it did heighten her body temperature. “Okay, NOW we can have a morning hot dip and then figure out what’s for breakfast.” Not realizing it, her stringed bikini had come undone and her breasts were currently flashing right at Jon like two neon signs or bullseyes. “What’s wrong now?” Then she looked down and squealed, immediately lifting her top back up. “Fucking thing!”

“Oh no, darlin’, by all means, leave it off.” Jon had NOT been able to tear his eyes away from her breasts, even now while she was trying to tie it back into place.  Holding it in place and tying it at the same time wasn’t working for her and he moved to stand behind her, glancing down at his renewed morning wood, stretching the material of his soaked boxer briefs. “Spoilsport.” He murmured huskily, tying the now offensive garment back into place for her.  Jon had very thoroughly enjoyed her breasts the other night, worshipping them with his mouth and hands. “I’m ravenous.” Yes, yes he was.

Delilah shivered, unable to suppress it and felt the roses in her cheeks bloom fully, clearing her throat. “I’m sure you are.” She remarked in a soft murmur, waiting for him to finish and he pressed a soft kiss to the back of her neck. 

WHY did he have to do that?!  She groaned out loud, not bothering to hide it and dunked right back under water because now her blood was boiling.  First from his intense kiss and then that soft brush of his lips against her neck, a VERY sensitive area of her body.  He probably knew that too, the bastard!  When she resurfaced, Jon was simply grinning at her and she splashed him, shaking her head since her cheeks were STILL red.

“You’re such an ass.  If you’re done teasing me, let’s get out of here, dry off and figure out what we’re having for breakfast.” The hot tub was NOT an option for her right now.

Her, with whipped cream and syrup, maybe a cherry or two…his eyes roamed her flushed body, betting that pool wasn’t helping anymore.  Jon knew how that went, he was still testing the strength of his boxers. “Yeah…maybe we should go out for breakfast…” Then just stay out, where there was less temptation to bend her over the nearest piece of something solid and fuck her until they both saw stars. “How am I teasing you?  You’re the one who lost your top.  You have perfect breasts, you know that?” They fit in his hands perfectly, with just the right amount of bounce.

“Thanks…I think?” Delilah rolled her eyes at the blatant tone of his voice and stepped out of the pool, not realizing her bottoms had gone up the crack of her backside.  She was now showing off her bare backside, essentially and plucked them out of her crack to cover them halfway.  That was all the stringed bikini covered, so Jon got to feast on not only her breasts, for a short amount of time, but also her bouncy, pert backside. “Cool off, Moxley and then come inside.” Winking over her shoulder at him while she dried off with her towel, she wrapped it around her waist to head back inside. 

They were definitely going out for breakfast because there really was too much temptation being completely alone in this house.

Yeah, cool off. Jon was going to get a shower and cool off in there.  He followed her inside, his eyes fastened on the bouncy backside he had been eating not too long ago, smirking wickedly.  He really, really hoped she remembered that because she had LOVED it and those were a rare breed of women.  Most were squeamish, not her.  At least not drunk her. “I’m getting a shower, darlin’.  I’m not going out smelling like chlorine.” Also, he was going to give his balls a good tug because he wasn’t walking around with her all day and potentially giving himself blue balls.

“Me first!” She shouted, laughing as she raced up the stairs and got to the bathroom before him, slamming and locking the door. “I WIN!”

Delilah needed a shower too, especially after dipping into that damn chlorine, though Jon didn’t go balls to the walls with it like others.  She made sure her hair didn’t turn a different color, just to be on the safe side and frowned, knowing she would have to get it redone soon.  Roots were slowly starting to show.  She tried waiting every 3 months and made sure not to fry her hair out, using a special kind of shampoo and conditioner to keep it moisturized and healthy.  Slipping out of her wet bikini, she hung it up on the rack and stepped into the sprays, after taking her hair down from the bun she had it in.

Jon did the same thing he had done last night, he gathered his belongings and went to the guest bathroom.  Granted, it was generic shampoo and bodywash, but whatever, he wasn’t waiting on his silver haired vixen.  Thoughts of Delilah flit through his mind as he handled ‘business’, growling out her name when he released, feeling less inclined to rape her, and then he washed up.  By the time he was out, he also felt lighter, loaded balls were heavy and women would NEVER understand.  When she finally emerged from THEIR bathroom, he was sitting on the end of the bed in just a pair of jean shorts that he hadn’t bothered with buttoning, messing around on his cell phone.

“How was the shower, darlin’?” See, Jon could behave.  He could have EASILY picked his own bathroom lock and joined her, but…she’d probably have decked him.

“Heavenly, I am in love with your shower, officially.” Delilah was also dressed and her hair braided, makeup done.  It wasn’t caked like usual, she decided to go with a more natural look today.  Walking over, she stood between his legs and took his phone away from him to toss it on the bed.  Sitting on one of his knees, she draped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to softly kiss her. “I need to start doing this more…stuff like this, to get used to it and to get used to you.  I really do want to try to make this work with us…and I’m sorry that I teased you earlier.  I’ll try not to do it in the future going forward.” Even though it wasn’t her fault the damn bikini had come undone.  Stupid thing! “Thank you for being patient with me and going at my pace.” Instead of balls to the walls like they’d done while she was completely intoxicated.  Alcohol was evil.  However, sleeping in his arms and waking up to him holding her, even with his erection in her backside, was also heavenly. “Now, you said you wanted to show me Vegas, so take me to your favorite breakfast spot, if you have one, or we can find one and try it out.” They HAD to get out of this house and around other people.

“I usually go to whatever is closest and sounds good, but I’m sure we can find something we’ll both like.” Jon buried his face in her neck, noticing he had a smelling problem because he was constantly sniffing her.  It had to be a pheromone thing, like ants, used to draw in potential mates and damned if it didn’t work with her; she always smelled so damn good. “Pheromones,” He snorted, pulling away and grinned up at her, shaking his head when Delilah gave him a quizzical smile. “Don’t thank me yet, Del, this patience thing is…not who I am.” Which she already knew, and he gently nudged her off his knee, so he could stand up. “And it’s tempting to do things you would not approve of.” His hands dropped to fasten those shorts.

“I know…” Her eyes lowered, hating she was putting him through this and wished she could just throw caution to the wind.  She did want him to have his way with her, but…something was holding her back.  Delilah hated how her brain and heart warred against each other all the time, especially when it came to Jon. “I’m sorry…”

The brain part of her, the rational thinking, wanted to see if Jon could be patient enough with her. Or how far she could push him, which wasn’t fair at all.  Then there was also the irrational fear, the anxiety and something else she couldn’t put her finger on.  However, her heart was all in and it was dangerous to simply follow it when her brain was screaming at her not to pursue things quickly.  Then there was also the factor of Sami, her brother, who she felt she was betraying by actually trying to work things out with Jon, after she swore to never do something like this with one of Sami’s friends.  She was hurting her brother and, even though it didn’t make sense to Jon, it did to her.

“Sami called me earlier.  Asked why I was staying in Vegas and…I lied to him.  I hate lying to my brother about this, but I don’t know how to tell him we’re…trying things out?  I told him I was staying at a hotel instead of here too.  I don’t know why I’m scared to tell him about us, but I am…” The last thing Delilah wanted to do was lose her brother.

“Because,” Jon was tugging on a white beater after looping a belt through his shorts, glancing back at her over his shoulder. “He’s your brother.  I’m arguably his best friend, or one of them, and we’re all practically family.  You’re afraid he’s going to be pissed off and if he is, it’s because he won’t want to get stuck in the middle of us if something happens.  Or…if he’s mad over the idea of it, but without any real reason besides he and I are friends, then that’s not a good reason at all.” It made zero sense to Jon and he knew he was an outlier on the way he thought, but…there it was. “For now, darlin’,” He popped on a hat, tilting it so the brim was sideways just a bit. “Let’s see where this goes and THEN, if you decide you want to take things farther, we’ll figure out Sami.”

Delilah smiled at him, feeling a bit better about the game plan and extended her hand for him to take, lacing their fingers together. “All right, I won’t worry about it anymore until…the time comes to tell him.” Jon kissed her forehead before leading the way out of the room and downstairs, Blue running up to them.  The poor thing was deprived of attention and she released Jon’s hand to start petting him, trying not to let him lick her face because of her makeup. “Okay, okay, down boy, down…” She giggled when Jon pushed him away and grabbed her hand, getting her out the door before Blue could amble after her. “That is the sweetest dog, you know that?”

“Blue?  Yeah, he is.  He was a rescue.” Jon turned to glance at his buddy.  Usually, if he was running errands, he took Blue with him, but he didn’t think Delilah would want to ride bitch in the backseat because Blue didn’t give up or share his spot, the front seat, for anyone. “He’s my buddy.  How do you feel about sharing a bed with him?” He asked with a grin, guiding her to the car and slid into the driver’s seat. “I’ve kept him out two nights in a row, he usually sleeps at my feet.”

The dog sleeping with them would actually prove to be useful, especially since she wasn’t ready to sleep with Jon yet.  It wouldn’t be for a while and Blue would hopefully keep Jon in check. “I wouldn’t mind that at all.” Delilah took his hand, after they were on the road and held it while staring out the window, the sun shining brightly in the cloudless sky. “You always were a dog lover, even when we were kids and we saw strays around the town.  You would always feed them if you had something on you.” It was no surprise Jon had rescued Blue and it showed he had a caring, loving personality. “God, Vegas really is beautiful…”

Jon had gotten in trouble on more than one occasion, feeding strays.  First, it was ‘wasting food’, giving it to animals when they had been hurting as it was.  Second, it ‘encouraged them to beg’.  Probably one of the reasons he had taken on a rescue. “Just you wait, darlin’, there’s a lot more to Vegas than just the Strip.” He informed her with a grin, sliding a pair of sunglasses onto his face. “We have natural beauty outside of it and then we have things like man made beaches, since Vegas sits in the middle of the desert.”

Chapter 22

Jon was not wrong. 

He took them into the Strip to a breakfast place he had found when he first moved here.  It wasn’t a name brand place and they had delicious food.  After they stuffed their faces, Jon asked if she wanted to take a walk with him down the Strip and they wound up driving to the man-made beach he had told her about.  The sand was so warm and soft against her feet, it was heaven while she carried her sandals and held his hand with the other.  Finally, Jon turned to face her and asked about her history with Kenny, making her eyes instantly lower.

“We dated for a few months before he came to me and said he had to go to Japan for work.  I didn’t want to stand in his way or be one of those women who had a long-distance relationship.  They never work out, so I ended things with him and focused solely on my career.” Until now. “It never felt…right with him, but I figured why not at least try, you know?  And it was fine and everything until he dropped the bomb about going to Japan.  Anyway…”

“Sami approve of him?” He asked curiously, wondering if she had naturally horrible taste in men or if Kenny had been the one-off, because Jon was absolutely perfect and obviously, she had good taste now.  However, it was Sami that was holding her back, sort of, and he knew it’d be Sami he’d have to eventually contend with.  He couldn’t imagine his friend being fine with his sister dating a douche nozzle like Kenny. “And if it didn’t feel right, why bother?” When it felt right with him, but she had been resisting.

This woman, whom he adored, made no sense most of the time.

“I meant WHILE we were together.  It was fine, but I didn’t FEEL like he was the one.  And I don’t care if Sami approved of him or not, which for the record, he hates Kenny.” Jon was different; Kenny wasn’t Sami’s best friend and they hardly knew each other, which was why she didn’t feel as guilty about it as she did being with Jon. “That’s why when he moved to Japan, I said later and peaced out.” He stopped them from walking and turned her to face him, the obvious question burning in his eyes, even through those black shades. “If you didn’t know Sami and I since childhood, I wouldn’t care if Sami approved of you or not either.  But the fact is he does and that’s why I’m hesitant about being with you because of your bond and connection.  I don’t want to fuck it up.”

“If this, us being together, fucks up that bond and connection,” Jon knew he would sound like a colossal asshole, but it was also the truth and how he felt.  Never one to sugar coat anything. “Then I don’t think it was very strong to begin with and definitely not worth maintaining.” If Sami was concerned about being in the middle of them, well…Jon lived in Vegas.  Distance would keep them from ‘running’ into each other and all other sorts of awkwardness.  She didn’t seem overly surprised by his words, whether she liked it or not; she knew him well enough to know he rarely used a filter.

“You SHOULD care, though!  Unless your friendship was never as strong as Sami thought…” That was a possibility since Sami put forth the effort, even after Jon signed to WWE while he continued going in the Indies…until he made it to WWE, only to be released, with her, two years later.  Jon had succeeded where Sami had wanted to the most, so maybe there was a little jealousy and animosity between them as well. “Fine, you don’t care if the friendship suffers and that’s fine, but I DO care.  I also refuse to lose my brother over something that may or may NOT work out.” Jon swapped women out more than his own underwear back in the day, or boxer/briefs, whatever he chose to wear, if anything. “And I live in Cincinnati, so how are we supposed to have a long-distance relationship?” They did work for the same wrestling organization, but until October rolled around…there was only one or two shows a month.

“I’ll come to you, whenever you decide to leave Vegas anyway.”

Since she was supposed to be staying for however long, at least that was the impression she had given him last night during their ‘try this out’ talk.  If he would have known her thoughts about him and changing out women, he’d have bent her over his knee on this beach and paddled her backside.  Who he had been, and who he was now, were not always the same person, especially when it came to relationships and sex!  Jon wasn’t the 20 year old young buck with women throwing themselves at him left and right, overwhelming and tempting him, anymore.  Well, not all of that had changed and last night’s party was proof, but he wasn’t trying to dip his dick in all of it either, not like he had back in the day.

“You really do want to make this work, don’t you?” She murmured, looking down at their interlocked hands and then back up into his shaded eyes. “And something tells me if I try to make a run for it back to Cincinnati, without talking to you about it first, you’ll hunt me down.” Jon nodded emphatically and she giggled, letting him pull her closer to him with his hands on her hips.  His hat tilted to the side was shielding her from the sun somewhat as she reached up to softly kiss him, wrapping her arms around his neck.  It was gentle, no sense of urgency, no rushing, in it. “You do realize I have to go shopping for new stuff, right?  Mind tagging along for that and making a day out of it, after we leave here?”

“Hey, I told you last night, doll, I know of some places.” Nothing fancy, well, maybe one or two were, but most of them seemed to be right up her alley. “I even know a salon that would touchup your hair.” On the rare occasion he was too lazy to do his hair himself, he’d pop in for a trim and he had noticed they offered a lot of services, none of which he was interested in because he did not need a blow-out, threading, or a pedicure. “You good?” He squeezed her hips gently, bending down to look into her golden brown eyes over the rims of his shades. “We good?” He had known he was going to sound like a jackass.

What was this nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach she couldn’t push past?  There was something there, just hidden beneath the surface, but it wouldn’t reveal itself.  It was annoying and it made her anxiety heighten a little, along with her nervousness. “Still taking things slow, Moxley, but yeah…we’re good.” Delilah hoped, leaning up to kiss him again, this time a little deeper and harder, a soft sigh escaping her.  THIS was what it was supposed to feel like with a man, the sparks surging through her, but her damn anxiety and nerves needed to be sated. “Jon…did…something else happen that night I got drunk and we slept together?  I just feel like…I’m forgetting something and it’s bugging the shit out of me.”

In a very rare moment, Jon felt a surge of panic coursing through him, and he showed no outward signs while staring down at her.  Well, now he had his definitive answer, she did NOT remember that.  It made sense, it had happened at the very height of her drunkenness, and he was surprised she remembered half of what she did about their time in the bedroom.

“Do you REALLY want me to recap that whole night, darlin’?” He teased, wiggling his brows down at her. “In a public place, no less?” She was flushed and he snorted, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “Come on, let’s go shopping.”

Those shades had hidden that surge of panic or else Delilah would have caught onto it, like a moth to a flame.  It should have occurred to her Jon bypassed the question, or deviated from it, but everybody had their stupid moments in life.  She smiled at him, nodding and snuggled against his side as they left the beach with him promising to come back here at night.  It was even more breathtaking, apparently, and she turned red again when he admitted what he wanted to do to her on the beach.  Delilah shook her head vehemently, making him laugh as they headed toward the first of many stores she’d need to visit to have a full wardrobe.

On one hand, Jon felt like a total scumbag.  Delilah was married to him.  She had married him while dangerously drunk and he had not thought twice about doing it, about taking advantage of her.  He knew, in the back of his mind, that once she DID find out or remember, she would divorce him.  Honestly, that was the only real outcome.  Not unless he managed to make her fall head over heels in love with him and, even then, he was doubtful.  On the other, he’d still fight for her, to keep her, even if they did hit that point.  Jon had no idea how this would all pan out when he did it; long term planning wasn’t one of his strengths.  For now, he’d focus on the now and let the future take care of itself; he had set them both on this course, nothing to do now except to see how it played out and try to steer it the way he wanted.

Oh, Delilah would most CERTAINLY divorce him once the truth came out and it would in the coming months.  Her last name had been changed from Johnston to Good and it would take a while for that paperwork to file.  Jon had put his address on it, so if he could hide the paperwork from her, when it came in, that would be even better.  However, she would need to change her driver’s license, since her social security card was done already, over to her new name as well.  Jon did not factor any of this in when he decided to marry a very drunk and vulnerable Delilah.

“What the fuck is that?”

“That is a bolero, sir.”

“It’s a sweater…but it’s missing like half the material.” Jon would never understand women fashions.  He listened as Delilah patiently, and with a hefty dose of humor in her tone, explained what it was.  A shrug, a bolero, whatever, it was meant to go with tank top style dresses and shirts. “You need a swimsuit.” She was buying a proper wardrobe it seemed and he liked that; it meant Delilah wasn’t planning on bailing in a few days. “A second one anyway.” She had that stringed bikini, but that was for HIS eyes only, not anyone else’s, such as at the beach they would be revisiting.

“Hmm, but I already have a swimsuit, Moxley, or did you forget the incident this morning?” The golden specks in her eyes twinkled mischievously, knowing damn well he would not forget something like that.  She had flashed him boobs and part of her backside, all in one shot. “I think it will suffice, I don’t need to buy another one.” Delilah also knew going out to the beach in THAT stringed bikini would light him on fire and she had absolutely no problem doing it.  She was proud of her body and had worked extremely hard for it, after all. “I do need some panties and bras, though…”

“Sorry darlin’, I was just thinking that since it tends to…slip and show off some of your finer assets, you’d want to avoid flashing everyone else.” Jon shot back with a teasing grin, shaking his head when she just hummed at him. Teasing. Vixen. She was playing with fire and she would wake up one of these mornings with more than just his morning erection nestled between her cheeks.  She might wake up to it elsewhere.  His blue eyes narrowed at her, raising one brow. “Need help with the panties and bra selection, Del?”

She shrugged, deciding being a little naughty wouldn’t hurt anything and folded her arms in front of her chest. “By all means, I didn’t realize you were a lingerie enthusiast, Moxley.  Go on then, show me what you think I should wear.” Knowing him, Jon would probably choose something with lace or frills…and she cringed inwardly at the thought.  Please no, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, Delilah thought, eyeballing him and waited for him to point something out to her.  It wasn’t like she couldn’t deny his taste, but her curiosity burned to know what he would enjoy seeing her in too.

Jon instantly discarded the frills and lace immediately.  If he wanted to unwrap a fancy present, he’d just wait until Christmas.  He halted at a display of full body stockings, cocking a brow.  Most of them were crotchless with designs or made a certain way to show off and conceal at the same time while hugging every last inch.  Jon could feel his dick starting to perk up, remembering her wrestling attire.

“These.” He grinned down at her, tapping one in particular that had caught his eye. “I think you should wear these to bed, Delilah.”

“Yeahhhh, do you have ANY idea how uncomfortable those are?  Hell to the no, Good.” She started laughing at the sad expression on his face, reminding her of a puppy dog and shook her head firmly. “Not. Happening.  You have lost your mind if you think I’d EVER go to bed in something like that.” Body stockings were for whores and sluts, she was neither. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll pick out my own stuff, thanks.” Snorting, Delilah walked away from him and started looking at the cheapest stuff made of cotton that was COMFORTABLE. 

Body stockings…Jon was out of his ever-loving mind!

Jon WAS out of his ever loving mind and Delilah was very judgmental!  He had seen the look on her face and wondered if she was purposefully blacking out the very slutty things they had done the other night.  The whole ‘lady in the streets, freak in the bed’ mentality was legitimate.  Since Jon personally knew what kind of freak she was in the bed, he would ignore her cutesy little indignant ‘I’m so innocent’ tone and expression, laughing as she went for the granny panties.  Cotton panties could be sexy, no doubt about it, but they were safe and boring.

“Fine, you do you, I’m going to go over here and play poker.” On his cell.

“You do that.”

There was no way she’d buy granny panties, but Delilah wasn’t about to stuff her body into one of those uncomfortable looking nylon condoms either.  No thanks!  Instead, she got some cotton boycut short panties, regular bikini cotton panties and even a few slightly sexier panties for special occasions.  Thongs too.  She wore thongs only in her wrestling attire because she refused to have panty lines.  Humming, she picked out some bras to match and made her purchases while Jon continued fiddling on his phone.

“Okay, time to head to the next store.” She announced, standing in front of him with two bags in hand.  Once they were out of the store, she stopped him and pulled out the body stocking he had pointed out to her with a smile. “I’m willing to try anything once, so…when the time comes for us to be intimate again, I’ll wear this for you.” Sometimes a woman had to do things they didn’t necessarily want to in order entice and make their man happy. “I was judgmental in there and a bit of a bitch, so forgive me?”

Jon eyeballed it and then her, part of him royally pleased and looking forward to ‘the time’, but the other part knew she wouldn’t wear it because it made HER feel sexy and good, she’d do it for him. “Yeah darlin’, I do, but you don’t have to wear it.” His cock was screaming at him to shut up and get onboard this train. “It’s out of your comfort zone and I get that.” He was pretty sure if Delilah ever asked him to wear thongs or sissy briefs, he might have an issue.

“It is, yes, but…I’ve been stepping out of my comfort zone lately, if you haven’t noticed.” Such as being with him and getting over the anxiety and nervousness she felt whenever around him.  Also getting over the fact her brother would have a coronary when he found out about them being together. “I’ve never tried one before and…I didn’t expect you to want me to wear something like this.” Now she was blushing, putting it back in the bag. “Who knows?  Maybe I’ll love it and start wearing them every night for bed.”

Jesus H. Christ she was going to KILL him!  Jon was going to die from blue balls just imagining this fox wearing stuff like this every night to bed…THEIR bed! “Hell’s bells,” He breathed, dropping his head down to rest against hers. “Why is it whenever I think I have you figured out, Del, you do or say something that throws me off and keeps me guessing?” He loved it, he liked being kept on his toes and she was constantly surprising him, it seemed. “Let me put your bags in the car and we’ll go to the next store.”

Chapter 23

“My, my, such a gentleman, you are.” Delilah giggled, looping her arm through his while handing over her bags as they walked back to the car.  She waited until he did before pulling him down for a searing kiss, feeling him press her against the car and kept hold of his face. “I like to keep you guessing and surprising you, Jon.”

He had picked that specific item out for her to wear, for him, for his eyes only, and she would do it when the time was right.  Nipping his bottom lip, Delilah rubbed her nose against his and slipped in the passenger seat of the car, buckling up.  He would probably need a few minutes to breathe since she had just caused him a problem with that kiss and felt proud of herself for turning a man on so diligently.  Turning him on and keeping his dick in a constant state of animation, half mast, fully erect…Jon had jerked it earlier in the shower.  He was, regretfully, seeing this becoming a pattern in the forthcoming days until she was ready to have sex with him again.

“Teasing wench.” He growled playfully, reaching out to rest his large, open palm on her upper thigh, squeezing gently.  Jon was going to start teasing back, see how far he could push her before she shut him down.  Two could play this game.  He just had to keep the boundary thing in mind, though at the same time, Delilah was constantly rewriting the lines, leaving it up to him to discover where they were each and every time. “What store next, darlin’?” He asked, going slow so she could see what was available. “More around the way.” Vegas had EVERYTHING and in spades.

Teasing was fine and everything, but if he wanted the real deal, he had to work for it and earn it.  She would not give it up so easily the next time like she had fully liquored up.  Delilah placed her hand on top of his on her thigh and pointed at a store that looked promising.  It was a clothing store, no lingerie, a safety net for Jon.  Not to mention, she needed clothes badly if she was going to be staying here a while.

“Do you want to come in with me or do you want to go do something else close by until I’m done?  This could get kinda boring for you, Moxley.”

“Nah, what if you need another male opinion on what is definitely out of your comfort zone?” He teased, snorting when he got an eye roll.  This was a basic shop, he doubted there would be anything overly scandalous in there. “Now, if you want to go shoe shopping, for heels, I will gladly follow you around and even carry your boxes for you.” Jon liked her legs and high heels accented them perfectly.  Her wrestling attire with a pair of heels…he could very vividly picture that. “I’ll come in.  Unless you want me to get out of your hair?”

“That’s not what…” Delilah sighed, realizing how she came off and simply took his hand, deciding to let actions speak louder than words. 

If Jon was bored, he would leave on his own and didn’t need her to say otherwise.  That was just the type of person he was.  She headed for the short section and began looking things over with him nearby.  Maybe he would find something he would wait to buy as well since this was a clothing store for both men and women.  She hadn’t come across any way, he knew she hadn’t meant anything by it.

“Hey,” Jon stopped her from rifling that rack, pulling her into him. “I wasn’t thinking you were being mean, or getting annoyed with me, Del, or vice versa, so don’t think that.” She had a terrible poker face sometimes, at least with him.  He had to wonder how many people got the wrong impression of her, frowning at the thought. “Oh hey, hats.” He kissed the top of her head. “Now I’m bailing on you.” He joked, lightly swatting her ass before heading over to the hat display.

Communication, he could do that, minus the truth about what else had happened that night.

Chuckling, Delilah went back to sifting through the racks and kept glancing over at Jon every few minutes, seeing he was trying on various hats.  The man did love them.  He had quite the collection stored in his closet at the house.  Why couldn’t she just give into him and what her heart wanted, what it yearned for?

Oh god, I love you, Jon, I always have and I always will…

“Damn it…” She grunted quietly, hating these flashbacks popping up whenever the hell they felt like it. 

It wasn’t fair.  It was almost like her subconscious was pushing her to do this, to be with him, along with her heart, but her meddlesome brain would NOT get with the program.  Something kept nagging at it and she really hoped she figured out what it was soon before she lost what was left of her mind.

Anything?

Anything.

Nope, her brain refused to get with the program because it had vital information that she needed to remember and it would keep bothering her until she did.

Jon picked out two hats while she browsed the clothing, glancing over at her every now and again.  She looked like she was having issues. “Everything okay, Del?” He asked quietly, reaching out to touch her shoulder, watching as she turned to face him.

Such turmoil and confusion boiled in her eyes because she remembered when Jon asked her that.  Would she give him anything?  She had said yes at the time due to her drunken stupor, but now…now she wasn’t so sure.  What did he want from her when he asked that question?  What had it led to?  And why could she only remember bits and pieces of the night, mostly their marathon of sex?  Why was he so hard to simply come out and ask him what he wanted and what he meant by that question?

“Just thinking is all, nothing to concern yourself with.” She cracked a smile, caressing his face with the back of her hand. “Still having bits and pieces of my memory to sift through from our night together.”

“Mmm, yeah, a very good night.” He drawled, though his eyes searched hers intently, wondering just what she DID remember.  She hadn’t co-cocked him yet nor was she storming out of the shop screaming about a divorce or what a scumbag he was, so…he’d take it as a good sign. “Do you want me to recap it for you, darlin’?” He teased, his voice dropping to a low, husky timbre. “Every last…” his fingers trailed up her arm. “Mind-blowing detail?” Some of them were definitely not suitable for this place, however.

A shiver shot down her spine at his touch and the way his voice dropped an octave or two, giving it a gritty tone. “You said anything…” She murmured, placing a hand on his chest and stepped closer to him, her eyes not leaving his.  Just the way they looked at each other was enough to set the fire alarms off because their gazes smoldered.  There was obvious passion and a connection between them.  Had it always been there? “You asked me if I’d give you anything and…I said yes.  Did you mean sex or something else?”

“I also told you I wanted this,” He tapped her forehead. “This.” Then her heart. “And this.” Since they were in between two long racks with nobody right in the nearby area, he reached down and cupped her sex, letting her feel the warmth from his hand briefly before pulling away.  Jon put space between them, staring down at her. “All of it.” So, sex and something else.  He had answered her question, though the timeline was a bit out of order.  Jon had told her all that PRIOR to the anything thing and marrying her.

Her mind, her heart and her body…he wanted all of it and she had agreed to give it to him. Anything.  Christ, what the hell was she thinking?! “D-Did I…” Wow, Delilah was stammering now, like a fool and took a deep, shaky breath. “Did I ask you for anything in return?” She pulled him back to press against her, this time rubbing his cock through the jeans he had on and smirked at his low groan. “Better keep it down, Moxley, don’t want us getting caught getting frisky.”

“I will drag your pert ass into the dressing room and fuck you against their mirrors, darlin’.” That was probably pushing on the boundary thing, but damned if he could keep that thought to himself.  The idea of her facing a mirror, hands planted on either side, while he plowed her from behind… YES PLEASE! “Mmm, you asked for a lot,” He went back to her question, his head cocking to the side. “None of it safe for me to say in public, Delilah.”

She smirked wickedly, unsnapping his jeans and felt his hand grip her wrist, the gold in her eyes turning to molten instantly. “So do it.  Put your money where your mouth is, Moxley.” Delilah challenged, delving her hand in his tight jeans and wondered if he was all talk and no action.  Not even three minutes later, he had carted her to the nearest dressing room, in the men’s section, and proceeded to pull her shorts and panties down. “God yes, right there…oh don’t stop…fuck me, Jon…oh fuck me as hard as you can…”

~!~

Delilah snapped out of the daydream she just had, not realizing she was overheated and glanced over at Jon, who was still by the hats.  He hadn’t come over and talked to her, asking if she was all right.  Wow…maybe going shopping with him was a bad idea because she was a naughty woman thinking all these XXX rated thoughts.  Like being banged in the men’s dressing room of this store!

“Wow, that is a lot of bedazzle…” Jon hadn't found a single hat he would be seen out in public in.  Shaking his head, he walked back over to Delilah to see if she was having better luck. “You okay Del?  You’re flushed…” And kind of clammy looking.  He reached out to place a hand on her forehead to make sure she didn’t have a fever.

“I-I’m fine…great, wonderful…” Christ, she was on FIRE from the inside out and cleared her throat, taking the bottled water he had in his hand. “Thanks.” She chugged half of it, wiped her mouth off and handed it back to him, feeling marginally better.  A dip in the pool back at the house was in order as soon as they arrived back.  Delilah was definitely not asking him anything regarding the night they spent together, deciding it was best not to drag up the past. “I got what I need, come on, let’s check out.  Did you find a hat?”

“Uh no…you’re not getting sick are you, doll?” Delilah didn’t look fine, she looked like she was having heat stroke or something.  He followed her to the register, watching as she shook her head.  Stroking his chin, Jon stood off to the side while she handled her purchases, though he did take the bags before she could, extending his arm to her. “Hungry?  Tired?” If a person wasn’t used to the Vegas heat, it could knock them on their ass after being out in it, especially during midday, which was currently the time.

“I was having a sex daydream about you, okay?!” Delilah practically shouted as soon as they were back in Jon’s car, burying her head in her hands. “I was um…thinking about that night, the little bits and pieces that I remember.  You asked me if you could have anything from me and…the daydream somehow wound up with us fucking in the men’s dressing room of that store we were just in.  I got overheated because of it.  I’m not getting sick, now drive, please.  I’m done with shopping for today.”

Jon could only stare at her, one hand on the steering wheel, the other mid-turn on the key.  He finished with that, the car rumbling to life, but he never tore his gaze from her. “You…” He licked his bottom lip, icy blues darkening with a lust at the thought of his beautiful Delilah having fantasies about him.  Good to know. “Fuck all, doll, that’s hot.” He pulled away from the curb. “Need some pool time, Del?” He did just thinking about it…about her fantasizing about him.  That was major progress.

“Y-Yeah, pool time would be great.” She cleared her throat, staring out the window and clasped her hands tightly in her lap. “I keep having this flashback and you keep asking me to have anything from me you want.  Or something, I don’t know.  It’s really annoying because I want to ask you about it, but at the same time, I don’t know if I want to know the answer.  Unless it’s sex and then, well, you got that, so I’m just wondering what ‘anything’ constituted for you?  Never mind, I’m rambling now, don’t mind me.  Fuck.”

“All of you darlin’, every last bit of this,” He tapped her temple before moving his hand down to rest of her heart. “This.” He cupped her through her jeans. “And this.” He took her hands in his, guiding them to his chest, right over his own heart. “Say yes, Delilah, we’d be good together and you know it, you know it, darlin’.  We already ARE good together.”

Jon remembered that, where the anything came into play and shook his head, trying not to smile as he recapped what her daydream had already told her.  How he had wanted this, this and that, all of it, and her response after he had kissed her until the world spun on its axis.

“Okay yes…yes to whatever you want from me.”

She had technically offered up the ‘anything’ herself.

“Yeah well, that doesn’t count anymore.  We’re starting over from the beginning, without alcohol.”

She really, really hated Long Island Iced Teas and cursed whoever invented that dreadful drink.  NEVER had she gotten so messed up on bourbon, but those Long Islands were NO JOKE!  They made a person do crazy, unexplainable things and definitely didn’t give good judge of character.  Never again – those were EVIL drinks.

“And for the record, I will not be drinking with you ever again, Moxley.”

“What?  That’s rude as fuck, Del.” Jon scoffed, snorting at her before procuring a pair of sunglasses out of his only bag. “Here you go, darlin’.” He dropped his shades down onto his nose, glad they weren’t driving into the sun this time around. “I happen to be a GREAT drinking buddy and I DID warn you that they were creepers.” Those Long Island Iced Teas had more than crept up on her, that was for sure. “What if we just stuck to bitch beers or something, even you can handle that and I will NOT take advantage of you grinding on me if you do manage to get sloshed.” He was teasing her, his tone playful.

“Fine, but NO MORE Long Island Iced Teas, buddy.  Bourbon and beer only.  I can think rationally, and it doesn’t completely fuck me up to where I can’t even remember a night hardly.”

The sun was brutal in Vegas, no doubt about it, but…she loved it here.  Delilah could see herself living here one day, maybe retire from Cincinnati or something.  Why was she suddenly thinking of that?  Because retirement isn’t that far off, she reminded herself, a bitterness in that train of thought.  Only a few more years, at best, and I’ll be history.  Delilah leaned her head back and enjoyed the rest of the ride in silence.

The very first thing Jon did once they were home was let Blue out, laughing as his dog went straight to the ‘doggie bathroom’ area of the yard, which was fenced off with a gap in the fence.  He cleaned it every other day. “Poor guy.” He chuckled, heading to the car to help Delilah with her bags. “You do look a little baked, darlin’, maybe you should skip the pool and stay inside for a bit.  Grab a nap.” He suggested gently, reaching out to cup her cheek. “It’s a lot different from Cincy, isn’t it?”

“It’s definitely going to take some getting used to.  Maybe you’re right.” A nap did not sound bad at all, actually.  She had already had a dip that morning and all that walking around shopping made her tired.  Delilah couldn’t stifle the yawn that escaped her and sighed when Jon swept her up in his arms, with the bags on his forearms, carting all of it upstairs with her. “You didn’t have to do that.” She murmured, feeling the bed collide with her back gently and accepted a soft kiss from him while he removed her shoes.  He really was good to her; maybe he wasn’t a bad man after all. “What are you going to do while I nap?”

“I don’t know, work out, maybe crash with you.” He shrugged his massive shoulders, blue eyes sparkling as he stared down at her after setting her shoes aside. “Once you get used to the heat and the constant sun,” Not much shade in Vegas, not unless one constantly moved with shadows from buildings, so people baked out here. “It isn’t so bad, darlin’.  Tonight,” He lay on his side facing her. “Let me take you out to see the stars, desert skies at night…you’ve never seen anything like it.”

She smiled softly, knowing it was still early in the day and she could definitely get a few hours in before the sun started to set on the horizon.  They had started off rather early that morning. “I’d love that.” Yawning again, she felt Jon’s arm wrap around her to pull her closer to him and snuggled against his chest, after brushing her lips against his. “Wake me up in a few hours and we’ll figure out something to eat before going to the desert.” Closing her eyes, she yawned one last time and was out in a matter of minutes with Jon stroking her hair, which she had taken down. 

The sun had definitely gotten to her.

Once she was sound asleep, Jon gently pried himself away from his worn out, sleeping wife and inwardly sighed.  They were still learning about each other, working on this communication thing, and it had only been one day, not even a full day!  But they were married and he wanted to tell her that, tell her she was STUCK with him until the day one of them died.  That day would probably come sooner rather than later because Delilah would wind up murdering him.  He set a timer on his cell, tucking it on the stand before shuffling back to her, drawing her into his arms and tucked her head beneath his chin, inhaling her hair -again.

“Love you, darlin’,” He whispered, kissing her head before closing his own eyes.

Hopefully, in time, she’d be able to return the sentiment.  Right now, Jon was content and not as…cagey as he usually felt, but he also knew this patience WAS going to run out eventually.

Patience was a virtue and Jon would come to learn that very quickly.

Chapter 24

“So, tell me again WHY you’re staying in Vegas and not coming home?”

“Because I felt like a change of scenery.”

Sami didn’t buy that for a second. “You’re lying to me, Del.”

Delilah chewed her thumbnail while outside in the yard, Blue frolicking in the grass, trying to chase a butterfly that had flown on his ‘turf’. “No, I’m not…”

“It’s Kenny, isn’t it?”

She frowned. “What does he have to do with this?”

“Then it’s some guy!  Why don’t you just tell me who it is or I’m flying out there to find out for myself!”

Groaning, Delilah didn’t want that and shut her eyes, knowing it’d been a month since she started staying with Jon.  He was getting ready to leave for Vancouver in the morning to film his new movie, Cagefighter, and had asked her to go with him. “Look, I don’t know how serious it is yet…”

AEW was having another show in two weeks, so they would go to Vancouver for the 2 weeks, fly to wherever the AEW show was and then fly back to Vancouver, so he could resume doing his movie.  She STILL had no idea what Jon had done or that they were married.  And on top of it all, they hadn’t had sex again…Delilah wouldn’t allow it until this nagging feeling in her gut went away.

“You ever gonna tell me?”

“Maybe.  Maybe not.”

Sami blew into the phone exasperatedly, wondering if he was going to have to go to Vegas just to strangle his sister’s scrawny neck. “I’ll ask Mox, if he doesn’t know, he’ll find out for me.” And Sami highly doubted she’d want Moxley snooping around.  The man might go ‘big, adopted brother’ mode or something, could be fun. “What do you think about that, sister dear?” The fact that she had basically moved to Vegas, for a guy, but didn’t know how serious it was yet…that was a problem.

“Oh yeah, sure, because Mox is my keeper.”

If Sami only knew the guy she refused to tell him was one in the same.  Sleeping in Jon’s arms the past month and waking up to his face, making out, but not going too far…Delilah had been in heaven.  He had taken her out to the desert to show her the beautiful starry skies and it was truly breathtaking.  Almost every night, besides whenever there was bad weather, which didn’t happen often, they were out there under the stars, listening to music from the radio he brought with and enjoying the tranquility.  There might have been some kissing and touching as well.

“Just let it go and leave it alone, Samuel.  I’m not telling you anything right now and you’re gonna deal with it.  You’re not my keeper either.”

“You basically moved to Vegas for some guy…but you’re also saying you don’t know how serious it is, Delilah.” Why was she being such an idiot?  Men were not the only ones who thought with the wrong body parts, not that he would EVER say that to his older sister. “This isn’t like you,” He pointed out, frowning as he thought that over.  It really wasn’t.  Delilah was the one who was responsible and practical.  Now here she was, kind of losing her head over a piece of dick. “I’m worried is all and the fact that you’ve basically uprooted yourself, even with keeping your apartment here, is worrisome.” And…her not being willing to reveal who it was, made him wonder if he knew the guy.

“I just…don’t want to jinx anything, Sami, all right?  Things are going great here, I promise.  I’m not kidnapped or anything like that.  I really do like Vegas and I’m thinking about maybe moving here…” She had to hold the phone away from her ear as he began cussing violently and sighed, finally hanging up after five straight minutes. 

Sometimes, her brother could be a dick and she wished he’d just be happy for her.  Why was that so hard for him to do?  She hadn’t moved to Vegas, not yet, but if things kept progressing with Jon the way they were…it was only a matter of time.  He’d already asked her to move in with him, practically, without actually saying those words.  Hell, Delilah had bought a few things to add to the house, to give it a more ‘homey’ feeling and he hadn’t said a word, just let her do what she wanted. 

It was almost as if this WAS her house as much as it was his – that’s how it felt like to her anyway.

As far as Jon was concerned, she DID live here and arguing against it was just pointless, stupid.  Delilah shared his bed, she had her own dresser and half the closet now, and added touches to the décor.  She had even sat down with him when it came bill time and, come to find out, she was way better than he was.  He, like an idiot, had gotten into the habit of just paying them off while she had reviewed a few and found he was being charged way more than he should have been.

If not for the fact that they were already married, Jon would have proposed.

Also, Blue adored her.

“Come on, Blue!  Come on, boy, wanna go outside?” She grinned as the English bulldog came rushing toward her and kissed the top of his head before opening the sliding glass door.  Jon was manning the grill, making cheeseburgers for them for lunch and she decided to go for an afternoon dip in the pool before food. “Mmm, smells good, Moxley.” Delilah wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, kissing his back and smiled as he patted her clasped hands, giving them a gentle squeeze. “I have the sidings all cut up and everything in the house.  I’ll bring them out when they’re done.  Also, I’m leaving at 5 to go get my hair done.” She had taken him up on his offer to go to the stylist he did and hopefully, they didn’t screw her hair up. “It was the only slot they had available and it REALLY needs to be done.”

“It’s not that-” Jon glanced over his shoulder at her, nodding, and conceded his opinion was wrong.  Love was blind apparently, her roots were…well, it looked bad. “Yeah, okay.” But he still loved her, roots and all, not that she was anywhere ready to hear that.  Living with Delilah was like having a perpetual case of blue balls and he was really into self-abuse these days.  However, the urge to break the rules and push past the boundaries was getting stronger every passing day with her. “Go on darlin’, go hop in the pool.  I’ll join you when I have a moment.” Propane grills were awesome.

Smirking, she smacked his backside and danced away from him, laughing before diving into the pool in her black stringed bikini.  The same one that had come undone.  Since Jon enjoyed it so much, it was the one she wore around the house and it gave him a little tease.  Delilah really wished the nagging would go away because she really wanted to have sex with Jon again.  The dreams and daydreams were getting more intense and she had remembered more about that night they spent together.  Including Jon eating her backside, which…Delilah STILL could not believe she allowed him to do it.  Those damn Long Island iced teas were EVIL, she would forever ban them from drinking as long as she lived.  Looking up at him, she swam over to the edge and slid her tongue out to wet her lips, wondering if Jon would be opposed to pool sex.  He wasn’t the only one who was walking around with blue balls syndrome, though it was different for women than men.

Jon wasn’t walking around with blue balls, but he was jerking himself off a lot, however.  He had even gone out to buy himself a hand balm just to avoid potential chaffing issues.  This woman was EVIL.  She also was wary about drinking with him.  However, Delilah would knock back a few beers, maybe sip bourbon, with him from time to time.  After setting his timer, Jon peeled off his beater and tossed it into the patio lounger before removing his hat and stepping out of his sandals.  A second later, he had dived into the pool, surfacing and laughing, he had splashed her.

“You looked hot, darlin’, I figured I’d help get you wetter.” He’d do a lot more then that if she’d let him.

Jon would set that pert backside of hers on fire before dousing the flames.

“Help me get wetter, huh?”

This cool water was doing nothing to stem the fire inside of her and she found herself gravitating towards him.  What was the worst that could happen?  She was already in love with him and the happiest she’d ever been in her life.  This man had eyes for only her and he’d proven it time and again whenever they went out on the town on the Strip.  Ignoring that nagging feeling piercing at her, Delilah moved to wrap her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a searing kiss, his arms instantly wrapping around her to press their bodies closer.

“You can do better than that, Jon.  I bet you can get me soaking wet.” If she wasn’t already, her golden brown eyes darkening and nipped his bottom lip teasingly. “Are you up to the challenge, big boy?”

“Darlin’,” Jon’s voice, already low and gritty, dropped to something a bit darker in timbre, blue eyes raking over her with a slow, lewd smirk spreading across his lips. “I think we both know…I’m more than proven just how up,” He pressed his hips into her, letting her feel what she was doing to him, what she ALWAYS did to him. “To the challenge I am.” He kissed along her jawline, down the column of her throat to her pulse point. “Or do you need a refresher, hmm?  I can remind you,” His hot breath caked her ear before he nipped at her lobe. “Just say the word, Delilah.”

“Mmm, as good as my memory is, I think I need a refresh.” Delilah breathed out, arching her neck into his mouth and could feel him untying her bikini top, pulling it away from her breasts to toss up on the concrete. “Fuck, I’m already wet for you, Jon…fuck me, right here in this pool…”

She desperately needed the fire put out before it completely engulfed her and she burned to death from the inside out.  That was what it felt like as she began undoing his jean shorts he’d jumped in here in, delving her hand in to stroke his massive cock with her fingers.  Food and everything else could wait, she needed this man inside of her right now.  Within moments, right in the middle of the pool, they began with Jon thrusting in and out of her like a madman and Delilah holding on for dear life, biting and kissing his neck.

“Oh Jon, oh baby please!!  Right there, oh god don’t stop, DON’T STOP!!”

~!~

“Delilah!”

She snapped out of another daydream she was having and looked at the plate in front of her and then up at Jon, her cheeks once again crimson. “T-Thanks…” When would this madness end?  Now she was daydreaming and envisioning having sex with him in the pool, of all places!  Anything.  Anything. “I need some water; do you want a beer while I’m inside?”

“Yes please, darlin’.” She was still having daydreams and Jon could only imagine what it had been about now.  He whistled when she scampered inside like her backside had been set on fire and chuckled darkly under his breath once she was in the house. “Mommy has issues, buddy.” He rumbled, feeling Blue nudging his knee and bent down to pet the bulldog’s head, slipping him a piece of meat off his plate. “You’re spoiled.” The drooly nearly human grin on Blue’s face said he agreed with that assessment. “Everything okay?” He asked when Delilah finally came back out, looking like she had soaked her head in ice water.

“Look, I talked to Sami today.  Earlier this morning.” That made Jon’s brows raise and she sat down at the patio table in front of her food, wringing her hands together. “He threatened to come to Vegas to talk to you, or he might be calling you soon to ask about me.  I need you to keep this arrangement we have a secret from him.  I’m not ready for him to find out yet.” More importantly, she wasn’t ready for her brother’s head to explode and take half of Cincinnati with him. “I know it’s been a month, but…I just need a little more time.  Will you do that for me?”

“Yeah, no problem, doll,” Jon wasn’t even focused on that, his brows in danger of disappearing into his hairline as he stared at her. “Arrangement?  Is that what we’re calling it?” THAT was what had stood out to him.  Bad choice of words, it left a sour taste in his mouth that the beer he had just took a swig from did NOT help.  At Delilah’s exasperated look, Jon held up both his hands in a ‘I surrender’ gesture. “Sorry, Del, I just thought by now, we’d be like…past arrangement and closer to something else.” Arrangement sounded like a business deal.

She frowned, hating that she had a bad choice of words and walked over to him, taking his beer to set it down before leaning up to softly brush her lips against his. “We are.  I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to say it like that.  I just meant the staying with you part, not…us…” Boy, she had really messed this up and Delilah felt like a complete ass. “I…want us to be more, Jon.” That made his eyes soften and she caressed his face with her manicured nails gently. “I’ve had an amazing time with you.” Even without the sex.  A lightbulb suddenly went off in her head and she kissed him a little harder and deeper, to the point where his arms encircled her waist. “Tonight, I want to go further with you.  Because if we don’t have sex soon, like tonight soon, I’m going to explode and you’re going to have little pieces of me all over your house.”

“Hold on,” Jon had a serious hard-on going on right now. He was living in a constant state of perpetual hard-on these days, it seemed.  He pinched her hip first and then his own. “Just checking, doll, want to make sure this isn’t another one of your daydreams.” The fact that she had so many of them together had told him that she was WAY overdue for those cobwebs to be thoroughly swept out and he was just the man to do it.  Jon was the ONLY man to do it. “You sure, Delilah?  Be sure, darlin’.” Because he would explode if she got him revved up and then shot him down.

Delilah nodded, pressing her hands against his chest when he overeagerly went in for the kill and shook her head. “Not right now.  Tonight.  I have…something planned and you’re not going to ruin it.  So, you have to hang tight and wait a bit longer.” She brushed her lips against his again. “I promise, it will be worth the wait.  And besides, we can’t let this delicious food you cooked go to waste!” They could wait a few more hours and it would give her ample time to prep, really hoping this nagging feeling dispersed and didn’t ruin their reconciliation.

Jon groaned, letting his head drop down and just narrowly avoided facepalming himself in his own plate of food. “Tease.” He stuck his tongue out at her before taking another, this time fortifying, swig of his beer.  He did dig into the food with gusto though, really looking forward to tonight.  Jon would also have to pop his cork before then; he wouldn’t go off like a thirteen year old boy because he had spent the last month living on his hand and her teasing alone, that would NOT happen.  EVER. “Okay Blue, here,” He tossed his boy another scrap. “You’ll get fat, I’ll put ankle weights on your paws.”

Blue huffed, dropping down onto Jon’s bare feet, the strip of steak dangling from his jaws.

“You’re also on the couch tonight.”

Chapter 25

This was ridiculous and preposterous! 

How could any man like this crap?! 

There was NO crotch, there was a HOLE in the crotch, but everything else was covered.  See-through, but covered in nylon.  What the hell?  Delilah had taken a shower, locking Jon out and warned him, if he picked the lock, he would not get his surprise or any sex from her.  That made him stay out and she was thankful for it because she had to prep for this damn body stocking.  Shaving – her hair had been done a few days ago, so it looked perfect again instead of the damn roots sticking out.  She put just a dab of makeup on to enhance her natural beauty and slipped on ruby red stiletto heels that were two inches.  She left her hair down since Jon loved it that way and put a spritz of perfume on before finally putting a robe on to walk out of the bathroom.  Clearing her throat to gain his attention, Jon was standing by the open window, staring out of it and those electric blues slowly slid over to her.  Another deep breath, another second later, the robe slid off her body to reveal his surprise.

“I told you I’d wear it for you when the time was right.”

Jesus H. Christ she looked like a live action anime porn star and that was HOT, especially with those ruby red stilettos and the silver hair.  Jon had showered and spruced up in the guest bathroom while she was ‘grooming’, doing some of his own, he usually kept his own bits and bobs trimmed.  Nobody wanted to floss their teeth with pubes. “You are…stunning,” His tone was lusty as he reached out with one finger to trace down her shoulder.  Body stockings hid everything while revealing and accenting it at the same time, and he felt like a kid at Christmas with her as his ultimate gift.

Just the way his eyes DEVOURED her whole and darkened, smoldered with barely contained passion…it definitely made her feel more confident.  Honestly, Delilah thought she looked like a clown in this thing, though it was comfortable and not itchy, which was a plus.  Still, the way he began circling her, like a predator and she was his prey, made her swallow hard.  There was a hole that did not cover her pussy or the crack of her backside, all of those exposed to him.  However, her breasts were confined with no holes.  Did Jon plan on screwing her in this or would he take it off of her first?

“I take it you approve, Moxley?” Her voice had dropped an octave to a sultry, seductive tone.

“That’s not my name, darlin’.” He sing-songed in a voice that would make anyone say ‘Moxley’, finally coming to a halt behind her, his palms moving to rest on those curvy hips of hers. “Mmm…” A finger moved to her spine, running down to the top of where that hole started and then back up again.  A smirk curved the corner of his mouth when she visibly shuddered, fingers creeping up until he was gently gripping the back of her neck, moving to rest his lips by her ear. “You sure you want this, Delilah?” Because if she changed her mind midway through, Jon would probably explode and not in a nice, gentle way.

He’d lose his mind.

“Do you really think I’d put this getup on and spend the better part of an hour shaving if I wasn’t sure about this, Moxley?” He hissed in her ear again, making her smirk because she knew it drove him crazy to hear THAT name.  It wasn’t his birthname, but a name of his, nevertheless. “Fine – fine, I’ll be a good girl and say Good.” He growled approvingly in her ear, another shudder flooding through her and felt him slowly move her hair to drape over one shoulder. “Mmm…Jon…” Delilah moaned out in a whisper as soon as his lips sealed to her neck, the one spot he knew would turn her to putty in his hands.

Anything.

Damn right she was giving him anything he wanted tonight – anything to get rid of this scorching fire inside of her.

Anything was damn right and anything that night had included a prenuptial, a name change, an ‘I Do’ followed by a very heated kiss to seal the deal.  Tonight would be another night of anything.  if she only knew how wrapped she had him and how he would do anything for her in return, but she didn’t. “Good girl.” He rumbled, moving to the other side of her throat, his hand slowly fisting her hair until it was over the opposite shoulder, though he didn’t let go immediately.  

One arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her firmly with her back to his chest and the other moved down, hovering right at where the hole in the fabric started.  Her teeth gnashed together because, from the daydreams to the sex dreams, to everything in-between…Delilah was about to go off like a geyser and wrapped her hand around his wrist, stopping him from moving lower.  Her breathing was ragged and her heart was already thundering against her chest, her body trembling against him.  She was sure he could feel it thrumming.

“Fuck me first and then…you can do whatever you want to me.  But I think we both know…” Her other hand snaked around to where his jeans were, unfastening them enough to delve her hand inside to stroke his already erected cock. “How much we really – REALLY need this.” Bend me over the bed and fuck me already, her mind and body both screamed, for once on the same page.

Jon knew damn well what she wanted.  Those daydreams of hers had her on a sexually frustrating tightrope for a month now, and him.  The teasing, the looks, the fact that she would reluctantly admit about those daydreams…no, he was going to torment her a bit, just because he could.  Jon took her wrist, keeping her from doing anymore tormenting of HIM because that was not how this worked.  Slowly, he began backing Delilah towards the bed, his eyes never leaving hers.

“I think, darlin’…you NEED foreplay.” He growled in a low, evil drawl, hovering over her.

“Just remember, Moxley, whatever you do to me, I WILL hand it right back to you.” Delilah promised in a darker tone, meaning every word that came out of her mouth. 

She had just blatantly challenged him and damned if he wasn’t going to accept.  Just the look in his eyes when he turned her around to face him spoke volumes.  Jon shoved her to lay on the bed, his mouth finding hers and began stroking her bundle of sensitive nerves, making her whimper in his mouth.  He was going to make her suffer, wasn’t he?  It would be a slow, deliciously agonizing trip before Delilah met her end.

“Looking forward to it, Vix…”

She had thrown down the gauntlet, outright CALLED him out when it came to this little challenge of hers and, that had just been a bad idea on her part.  Or maybe a really great one because she had baited a man who was basically dying of thirst and she was his oasis.  A person didn’t rush through an oasis, they took your time, explored it, enjoyed its offerings…Delilah was his lush, delicious oasis.  Jon kissed his way down her nylon covered body, taking his time to enjoy where bits of skin peeked out from the darker mesh before kneeling between her legs.  That hole…he loved it, it showed off her glistening sex, and she was beyond ready for him to take her.  To fuck her like he owned her, but… not just yet.

Dessert first.

The way he devoured her pussy reminded her of a man dying of thirst and she had no idea he had that same reference in his head while staring at her earlier.  Devouring her with those deep electric blues that made her insides turn to mush.  Delilah was at his complete mercy, crying out his name and singing his praises repeatedly while he made her climax over and over again.

“J-Jon…” She gasped out, finally pulling back after the fifth time and shook her head, caked in sweat.  The nylon material from the body stocking was sticking to her like glue and she couldn’t breathe, her sex pulsating with both pain and pleasure. “N-No more…Oh god, no more…I can’t…can’t take it…” Wow, she couldn’t even TALK and the sight of her essence coating half his face practically made the fire inside of her rage all over again. “Please Jon, please fuck me…”

“No darlin’, I don’t think you’re ready for that just yet…” Jon teased, though truth be told, his dick was threatening to pack up the balls and leave if he didn’t give them what they both wanted and quit with the teasing.  

He looked back down at her soaked nethers, trailing a lazy finger up and down her slit.  She had soaked his face, their bed…and he bet with a little more coaxing, she’d wind up flooding the floor.  At her whimpering plea, Jon groaned, dropping his head back down to taste her one more time before slowly kissing his way up her heaving body.  He captured her lips with his own, letting Delilah taste herself on his tongue as his hands molded to her hips, grinding against her.

“Maybe you are.” He conceded huskily, knowing they both were beyond ready.

Anything.

Ravish me, please, her mind practically screamed, her trembling hands already working on removing his boxer/briefs, their lips hungrily devouring each other.  She wanted this man more than water, food, and even the air she breathed!  Delilah pulled him on top of her, showcasing her own strength and watched as he slowly pulled down the body stocking to free her breasts from its confines. “With or with it on, I don’t care, just fuck me, Jon…” She was not above begging at this point, feeling that delicious warmth pressed between her thighs, against her clit, and whimpered again. 

Slowly, methodically, he slid the tip of his cock up and down, both of them groaning while she writhed beneath him.  Even if Delilah wound up being another notch on his bedpost, this man knew how to get it done in the bedroom and she did not care if she was acting like a bitch in heat at the moment.  She NEEDED to feel him explode inside of her body.  She was WAY past being a notch in his bedpost at this point; she had been here, done that and beyond with him, and she even remembered most of it.  Hell, Delilah was his WIFE…something she did not remember.  Jon bet she had mail at home probably waiting with her new information since she had been here for a month or so now.  Nodding, he positioned the head of his cock at her entrance, running it up and down her slit, feeling Delilah’s hips raising, trying to get him to claim her.

“Mine.” He growled possessively before slamming home inside of her.

“Oh, Jon, yes!!”

It all came to a SCREECHING halt when the doorbell sounded, echoing all around the house.  Jon had installed it that way since the house was so big, wanting to make sure he heard whoever came to his door to ring the bell.  Delilah felt Jon tense on top of her, both breathing raggedly and they locked eyes, both silently questioning WHO THE FUCK WAS HERE AT 9 PM AT NIGHT?!  Who was at the door?!  She wanted to tell him to ignore it, to keep going, but could already feel Jon deflate inside of her and the burning sensation erupted throughout her body.  Growling viciously, Jon tore himself off her and stalked downstairs, naked as a jaybird, with a half-erect cock soaked in her juices and nearly ripped the door off its hinges answering it.

“Well, hello to you too, porn star.” It was Sami. “Bad time, bro?”

“ARE YOU FUCKING-” Jon actually formed claws with his hands, prepared to go to prison for murdering his ‘bro’ via throttling the cockblocking bitch. “Go AWAY!”

“Uh no, I’m here for at least the night.” Sami held up his bag, shouldering his way inside and made sure to NOT get touched by what was probably a rage boner at this point. “Go finish with your broad and then get your ass down here.  We got to talk.”

Yeah, except when his ‘broad’ found out WHO was here…Jon growled. “Get. Out.”

“Nope.”

Delilah had no idea who was here because she was currently in the shower, a COLD shower, trying to quell the fire inside of her.  Whoever was at the door…she wanted to kill and maim them, cut them into tiny pieces!  Gritting her teeth, she pressed her hands against the shower wall and just let the cold water do its job, shivering from head to toe.  It didn’t matter how cold she was, the fire inside of her wasn’t completely gone yet.  If she knew Sami was downstairs at that moment…Delilah would have had a complete meltdown, but luckily, she had stayed upstairs.

“Who’s here?” She asked, hearing the bathroom door open and cringed at Jon’s violent cussing.

Jon slid into the shower behind her, knowing as soon as the name left his lips, this all came to a crashing halt.  He was beyond tempted to get her going again, knowing he could, and claim her here in this damn shower once and for all.  Sober because, to her, the drunk time didn’t count.  But he couldn’t because she would HATE him. “You don’t want to know.” He grunted, adjusting the other spray to ice cold and hissed, that HURT. “Your cockblocking, obnoxious fucking brother.” He relented when she asked again, turning in time to catch her when her knees seemed to buckle. “Del…”

Sami?  Sami was HERE?  In this house?!  With her, naked, in Jon’s shower?! “O-Oh god…oh fuck…” Panic attack hit like a ton of bricks and Jon cupped his hands over her mouth to breathe through, instructing her to do it slowly.  Christ, her BROTHER was here and she hadn’t told him about her and Jon yet!  Sami DID threaten to come here… “Fuck, fuck what are we going to do, Jon?” Forget calling him Moxley, Good and the other names she used!  This was not good, this was very serious and Delilah was going to have another panic attack. “You have to get rid of him.  You HAVE to send him to a hotel or…or SOMETHING!”

“Yeah, I tried.  He didn’t even blink twice before making himself comfortable on my couch.” Sami hadn’t even been perturbed by a naked, soaked in juice, cock out raging Jon answering the door.  Sami had some deep-seated issues that someone besides them needed to address. “He doesn’t know you’re here, doll, breathe…”

He would get rid of Sami, even if he had to knock him out and drag his ass back to the city to plant him in a hotel somewhere.  Or he could just knock him out and drop him off in the Mojave, let survival of the fittest handle the problem for him.  Jon knew he was pissed off because he was actually considering it, potentially murdering one of his best friends.

“What am I supposed to do?  Stay up here until he decides to leave?”

Delilah already knew that was exactly what she would end up doing, unable to face her brother head-on yet.  Christ, her and Jon couldn’t catch a damn break!  All she wanted to do was have sex with him and they couldn’t even do that!  Sighing heavily, she scrubbed a hand down her face and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel tightly around her body.

“Yo Mox, where you at, man?!”

SAMI WAS IN JON’S BEDROOM!  Delilah immediately rushed over, nearly slipping on the floor and flipped the lock on the door, gritting her teeth. “Oh Mox, oh harder baby!” She began bouncing her backside against the door, making it seem like they were screwing right against it and made sure to change her voice to where Sami wouldn’t recognize it. “Oh harder, harder!”

Sami cleared his throat awkwardly, leaving the room and shook his head, not at all surprised his arrival had stopped Mox from banging whatever broad he’d picked up. 

Some things never changed.

Chapter 26

Considering Jon had arrived at the door, naked and with an erection…Sami was a total moron.  Sami had even told him to go ‘finish’ and that made him snort.  Apparently, Sami’s idea of finishing was three seconds or less, the poor bastard.  No worse, poor broads who took up with the bastard.  Jon had an amused smile on his face when Delilah finally stopped using her backside to bang the door, pretty sure even Sami had gotten that hint.

“I’ll get rid of him, darlin’.  YOU need to calm down before you have a heart attack or something.” She was red and looked ready to have a meltdown.  He ran his hands up and down her shoulders, trying to soothe her. “Breathe, Delilah, come on now,” Sami was a jackass. “It’ll be okay.” He promised, feathering his lips along hers before sighing heavily.

Nodding, Delilah had to put her faith and trust into Jon, wrapping her arms around his neck to deepen the kiss a little more.  Would losing Sami really be THAT detrimental to her life?  Hell, maybe he would be happy for them.  She immediately nixed that idea, knowing Sami would be absolutely LIVID to see them together.  Jon pressed her back against the door, lifting her to where her legs wrapped around his waist as they continued kissing, getting lost in each other, in the moment, her hands caressing his head affectionately.  It had been such a great month with him and she never wanted it to end, knowing if he asked her if she’d move in with him permanently, the answer would be yes.

“Jon…” She whispered his name, tilting her head back against the door as he began trailing fire down her neck with those sinful lips of his, her towel dropping to the floor moments later. 

While comforting her, he was also lighting her on fire all over again and she couldn’t push him away because it felt too damn good.  Jon had zero problems in leaving Sami to hang while they remained in here, though he wasn’t going to take her against the door, not on the now wet floor.  He’d wind up face planting in her and they’d both be hurt.  Not the best way to cap this already sort of ruined night.

“Stay. Put.” He ordered in a rasp, the huskiness returning.  Slipping out into their bedroom, Jon shut and this time locked the door, not about to have Sami waltzing in and getting an eyeful.  Though, it would serve the putz right.

Rejoining her, Jon lifted her in his arms to carry her out of the bathroom to sit on the bed with her straddling him, his lips once again finding hers.  They were both naked and while staring into his eyes, Delilah forgot about everything else.  Including Sami waiting downstairs for his ‘bro’ to talk about her, more than likely.  He had warned her he would come to Vegas, but she didn’t think it would be this soon.  This wasn’t the reconciliation she had in mind, however…Delilah had waited long enough to be with Jon again.  This time, she would remember every second of it, humiliation and all.  Moving off his lap briefly, her hand wrapped around his half-mast cock and began stroking it, feeling it harden in her palm.  Just the look in her eyes told her all he needed to know – they were having sex before he disappeared downstairs while she was stuck up here for the however long it took him to get rid of Sami.  Turning, Delilah settled back on his lap with her back facing him and Jon laid back on the bed, his hands gripping her hips to guide his cock where they both needed it to go.

“Oh, Jon…” She moaned out in full satisfaction once he was fully sheathed inside of her, her walls stretching to accommodate his massive girth.

Delilah was obviously not in her right frame of mind or maybe some of him had finally rubbed off on her, helping ease that stick out of her backside. She had been panicking a moment ago and now she was…killing him, she was killing him!  Jon wasn’t bitching, however, she felt better then he remembered from their drunken one night a month ago, like she had been custom made for him.  Just the tightness of her had him freezing, knowing she probably needed a second to adjust and he needed a second to get his shit under control so he didn’t pop his cork like a thirteen year old boy.

“Fuck… Delilah!”

“Fuck, you feel good, Jon…”

Snapping out of her daydream, Delilah scowled and folded her arms in front of her chest, sitting on the bed alone.  Jon had already gone downstairs to talk to Sami and rolled her eyes when she read the text message.  Sami was NOT leaving.  Pinching the bridge of her nose, she knew what she would have to do because she was NOT being cooped up in this bedroom.  Not happening.

I’m on my way down.  It’s time to tell him. She sent back, tossing her phone on the bed and dressed in a pair of black cotton shorts and a sky blue tank top, brushing her still wet hair.  Taking a deep breath, she walked out and smiled at Blue coming towards her, bending down to give him loving. “Wish me luck, boy.” She whispered, scratching behind his ears before making her way downstairs.  Sami would lose his damn mind when he saw who exactly Jon had been ‘screwing’ against the bathroom door earlier.

“So, like I was saying, I’m worried about, Del, bro…”

“You need to stop worrying about me, Sami.  I’m fine.”

Sami had NOT been expecting this.  Jon had come down in a pair of basketball shorts and not much else with the grumpiest expression he had ever seen.  Now he knew why.  His ‘best’ friend had been FUCKING HIS GODDAMN SISTER!  He came flying up off the couch, his eyes darting between Delilah and Jon.  Jon was now looking somewhat amused and Delilah…she had set her jaw, obviously gearing up for a fight.  He wasn’t going to let her down on that front either and took a deep, shaky breath.

Jon slowly raised a brow when Sami began using his very colorful vocabular to strip them both down.

Delilah let him use that very colorful language, to get his anger and frustration out, even calling it incest.  She folded her arms in front of her chest and waited him out, like their mother would do whenever he would throw a tantrum.  Delilah looked just like her, minus the silver hair, but she would have been the spitting image if she kept her natural brown hair.

“Are you finished yet?” She asked in a calm tone of voice, raising a brow at how BEAT red Sami’s face was and didn’t move toward Jon, remaining in the doorway.

Blue was beside her, growling.

“Down boy, it’s all right.” She murmured to the English bulldog, who looked ready to chomp Sami’s backside for all the screaming. “When you’re done acting like a five year old, I will talk to you like a rational adult, Samuel.”

“WHAT THE FUCK, DELILAH?!”

She kept her mouth shut, meaning what she said and squatted down to pet Blue’s head.

Jon was amused.  Blue wasn’t.  Blue liked Delilah and the fact that this stranger was yelling at her… “I wouldn’t.” He cautioned Sami when he actually took a step towards his sister, Blue immediately baring teeth, growling and drooling as he positioned himself between Delilah and the perceived threat. “He doesn’t know or like you.”

“She’s practically your sister, Mox, man…WHY?!”

“YOU see her as my sister, I do not.” Jon never had, she had always been too antsy around him for that.  More like best friend’s little sister and he would have beaten someone for her, but…not a sister.  She was now his wife.

“What EVER made you think I thought of Jon as a brother will forever be a mystery to me, Sami.  I never ONCE called him ‘bro’ or anything like that.  He’s my brother’s best friend – and a friend of mine – that’s all I’ve ever seen Jon as.  Never family.” If that was the case, Delilah NEVER would have slept with him in the first place. “The truth is that I’ve always been attracted to Jon and as we got older, I…developed feelings for him.” Because of Jon’s whoring ways, however, Delilah kept them quiet, which was probably why she felt so nervous and anxious around him all the time. “And apparently, he feels the same way about me…”

“He just wanted to fuck you, Delilah.  He just wanted pussy, nothing more – nothing less.” Sami snarled, not buying the ‘feelings’ crap for a second. “He USES women, he’s a womanizer and if you think he’s changed, if you think this is going to be a happily ever after between you two, it’s NOT.  Once he’s done using and abusing you, he’ll toss you to the side and find another sex toy!”

That…hurt a lot more to hear from her brother than Delilah would ever admit.

“At this point, you’d be better off with Kenny’s stupid ass than Moxley!  At LEAST Kenny isn’t a womanizer and doesn’t think of women as toys.”

Is that really what Jon thought of her – his sex toy? “Kenny is…”

“Safe, and you need to make amends with him.  I don’t support you and Mox together.” AT ALL.  His eyes narrowed at Jon, who looked ready to erupt at any second. “You should have known this is how I’d react, man.  She’s my SISTER and you’ve been fucking her behind my back for god knows how long.  It ends NOW.”

Jon was standing there, remaining silent through that entire rant, which should have been an indication that something was wrong.  His face had evened out, a poker face, though his electric blue eyes had taken on a dark gleam, a little wicked, and barely restrained crazy. “Is that right?” He both singsonged and hissed, his head tilting to the side as his narrowing eyes took in Sami.

Blue whimpered when his master was across the room with the other human up pinned to the wall, feet dangling off the floor.

Jon was LIVID. “First of all, uh, BRO,” He snarled, baring his teeth before flashing a very unfriendly grin. “You have NO idea how I feel about her so quit lying to her!” Man, the past…he was never going to outrun his previously former whoring ways.

“Jon, stop it!” Delilah ordered, rushing over to him and shook her head with tears in her eyes. “Please don’t hurt him!”

No matter what Sami had said to her, he was still her brother, her flesh and blood, and she wouldn’t let anything happen to him if she could help it.  Was Sami right?  Had she been living in a fantasyland for the past month as Jon’s…sex toy?  No, they hadn’t had sex since the drunken night in Vegas!  They were about to before Sami’s surprise and uninvited arrival, but she had been steadfast in not having sex with Jon.  That nagging feeling was back, stronger than ever as she stepped back, feeling Blue bump her leg.

Anything?

Anything.

Damn it, why did she keep remembering THAT specific part, but nothing afterward?!

“You heard her, BRO, put me down.” Sami knew if Jon hurt him, in front of Delilah, she would leave with him. “Stop using my sister as your personal whore!  You don’t feel anything for her except lust because you’re incapable of loving a woman!  You’ve proven that time and again and I won’t let you hurt my sister!” One punch, he just needed to be punched once and it would be over between Delilah and Jon.

“Sami, stop provoking him!”

“Shut up, Delilah, this doesn’t concern you!”

Jon let out a very frustrated, angry growl, everything in him tensed and ready to spring.  He WANTED to deliver that one punch and he WANTED to make it count because it would be all he got.  Delilah would leave him in a heartbeat and he knew it.  SAMI knew it and he was counting on Jon’s temper to seal this deal.  Gnashing his teeth, he stepped back and let go, watching as Sami dropped to the floor.

“Get. Out.” He ordered, his tone deadly, having to turn away from Sami because just SEEING him was provoking Jon’s barely in check temper. “Delilah…” He WASN’T using her, couldn’t she see that?

Despite how torn she felt because of her brother, Delilah moved to take Jon’s hand and laced their fingers together, a few tears slipping down her cheeks.  Sami wouldn’t believe her even if she did tell him they hadn’t had sex since the one night.  She could tell this hurt Sami and part of her wanted to leave with him, to explain everything, but a bigger, stronger part of her was hurt at his words.

“Even if I wasn’t with Jon, I wouldn’t go back to Kenny, Sami.  I’ve never felt what I do with Jon with him.  Please understand…”

Sami shook his head, absolutely disgusted and could not believe his best friend, or who he THOUGHT was his best friend, betrayed him. “You’re dead to me, Good.  I don’t give a fuck what the circumstances are, you crossed a line when you pursued my fucking sister.  That’s fine.  You can play all the games you want with her.” His eyes landed on Delilah, hardening even more. “When he breaks your heart, when he grinds you to dust and you’re nothing but a shell of the woman you used to be, don’t come crying to me.  Don’t fucking call, text, NOTHING.  I want NOTHING to do with you, Delilah.  You also crossed a line doing this.  You betrayed me, your own brother!  You could have any other man on this fucking planet, but it HAD to be one of MY best friends, huh?  It just had to be Moxley, a womanizer, someone who does NOT respect women at ALL.  Go ahead, keep filling her head with all these promises and fantasies because, in the end, you WILL show who you truly are, Good.  That’s what you do.  You DESTROY everything and everyone you touch.” He left them with those scathing remarks and stormed out of the house, slamming the door shut so hard, Delilah was sure the hinges broke off.

Delilah felt her knees give out as she dropped to them, beginning to cry and really hoped everything Sami just said to her didn’t come to fruition.

If Jon destroyed everyone and everything he came in touch with, he would have burnt himself out a long time ago and his career.  Sami a long time ago, even her.  Though, on the flipside of that, he had apparently just burnt a bridge with his ‘best’ friend.  Moving to scoop her up, Jon hated the way her entire body shook with her cries, knowing her brother had just hurt her worse than he could even think about.

“I got you, darlin’.” He soothed, walking over to sit on the couch with her cradled against him, burying his face in her hair.

“LET GO OF ME!!” Delilah screamed, shoving away from him and using her own strength, not wanting to be coddled or touched right now. 

Just as she thought, just as she feared, she had lost Sami, her only brother, her only family she had in her life.  All for what?  What was this all for?  Did she love Jon?  Granted, she had told him that the night they slept together, the somewhat forgettable night in Vegas, thanks to alcohol.  Gritting her teeth, Delilah needed some air – Jon-free air – and glared at him shrewdly.

“Do NOT follow me.  I need space.”

That was one of the conditions Delilah told him when this began – when she needed space, he needed to give it to her or else this would not work.  Sniffling, she stormed off and went to the backyard with Blue, letting the dog come with her because the animal could comfort her in ways Jon couldn’t.  She had just lost her brother…possibly forever and she had no idea what it was for or if it was worth it.

Chapter 27

Very calmly, Jon got up and made his way down to his ‘rumpus’ room, his bar, gym, and pool room all in one.  The room they had started drinking in that fateful night before going out and painting the Strip red.  Hell, her glass from that night, the one she had been sipping bourbon from, was STILL resting on the edge of his pool table.  Without thinking twice about it, Jon snatched it up and sent it flying into the wall opposite of him, letting out a scream of pure rage.  How DARE Callihan come here and try, maybe even succeed, at DESTROYING what they had been building?

Jon should have known this would happen.  What else was Sami supposed to think and believe?  He had seen for YEARS how Jon treated women and now one of those was his own SISTER!  Sami was just as pissed as Jon, if not more so, and hated the fact they were working for the same damn wrestling company.  Was that why Delilah had gone to AEW, taken them up on their offer?  That was such an ugly thought, but what if she’d gone simply because of Jon? 

Gritting his teeth while he walked the Strip of Vegas, Sami felt the hatred for Jon boiling inside of him, clenching his fists at his sides.  For years, they had been brothers, family, and he never thought Jon would go after Delilah.  Sami had even ASKED him if he had feelings for his sister at one time and Jon had snorted derisively, blowing him off.  Now looking back, Sami realized Jon had indeed wanted his sister and he’d been too stupid, too trusting, too naïve to realize it until now…when it was too late.

Jon hadn’t been THAT man in a very long time.  When he had signed on with the WWE, he had been warned right out the gate that his prior ‘persona’ and actions would NOT be tolerated, on-screen or off.  They were trying to shed some of the more negative things about the company and wouldn’t have him bringing his whoring, destructive ways around and ruining it.  As time went by, years passed and he actually started growing up a little bit, just a little.  Whoring and using women weren’t something Jon felt like doing anymore and hadn’t wanted to do anymore.  Jon was now laying on top of his pool table, one leg bent at the knee as he nursed a beer, staring broodingly at the ceiling and waited, every bit of him listening for Delilah to come back inside.

Please, don’t run from me, from us. His heart and mind both pleaded.

Should she stay or should she go and make amends with her brother?  Delilah didn’t know what to do while she stayed outside with Blue, walking the premises deep in thought.  What did a woman do when life became too overwhelming?  She cooked – well, baked, actually.  A lot of baking.  The smells from the kitchen wafted down to where Jon was located while she busied herself in the kitchen, an apron on she found hanging in the pantry.  Right now, she was making healthy no bake muffins that were full of fiber, even though she really wanted to make all fattening foods.  No, they had been slacking in the healthy eating department and it was time to get back on that train, so she had googled some recipes to try out.  She also put the Christian music station on, needing some positive vibes and to feel uplifted after what happened with Sami.  Even though it was going on 11 PM at night, she was not sleeping anytime soon and had a feeling Jon wasn’t either.

Nope, he sure wasn’t.  He was listening to whatever it was she was listening too and, eventually, the soft noises coming from his kitchen told him she was doing something up there, so she wasn’t leaving.  He hoped anyway.  Jon finished the beer and tossed it into the trash can, knowing he needed to clean up that shattered glass…eventually.  Right now, he needed to go reassure himself that his wife wasn’t leaving him, almost giggling as panic threatened to take over.  His wife, and she didn’t even know it.  Sami hadn’t been entirely wrong…just on the using, abusing, and losing her part.

She had just popped the muffins into the fridge to set overnight when she heard footsteps behind her and slowly closed it.  Delilah felt terrible for the way she treated Jon earlier, snapping at him the way she had.  In her defense, Sami had said some cruel and nasty things to her and she needed time alone to mull over it all.  Jon comforting and coddling her was the last thing she needed.  After taking that time to herself, she realized just what a bastard her brother had been and wished she had voiced her own thoughts and opinions about him and his life choices.  There was a REASON the man was still alone these days and it was that crappy, cynical, self-righteous attitude he carried around.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered, tears filling her eyes and felt his hot breath on her ear and neck, a few slipping down her cheeks.

“For what?” He asked, his voice coming out gruffly, mostly from relief choking him right now.  

She hadn’t left, Delilah wasn’t leaving.  It was almost comical.  His Delilah, his fiery, silvery vixen, hadn’t run screaming for the hills like her jackass brother had wanted, but instead was…she was baking!  If that was her coping mechanism, more power to her.  Jon wrapped her up in his arms, not bothering to turn her around.  He could feel her body sinking back into him and another wave of relief coursed through him.

“For needing time?”

“For snapping at you when you were just trying to help me.”

Delilah leaned her head back against his shoulder and had come to another conclusion while out in the yard.  She did love him.  If she didn’t, she wouldn’t be here, fighting her brain and heart warring against each other.  Her heart was Jon’s and it always had been, even when she tried to have a relationship with Adam.  It was why she didn’t listen to Sami because of her strong love for the man currently holding her.  Was it too soon to say those words?  She already had once, but she’d been drunk at the time, so did that really count?

“I love you, Jon.” Sniffling, she slowly turned in his arms to stare up into his beautiful blues and stroked his scruffy face. “I love you, that’s the reason why I’m still here.  It’s the reason I’m willing to sacrifice my relationship with Sami too.  There’s no other explanation and no other way to say it.  I’m…in love with you…and if you’re just using me than please…please put me out of my fucking misery here and now.  If this is just a game to you, if you’re only wanting sex from me, then let me go.” Her voice cracked, nothing more than a plea.  She wasn’t accusing him of what Sami said, but IF her brother had nailed it on the head then she wanted to know now before she got more involved with Jon. “Y-You asked me for anything that night…and I still don’t know what you meant, but…I agreed to it.  I said I’d give you anything…and I will, but only if you feel the same way I do.  If not, I have to leave before we go any further with this.”

If there ever was a time to tell her the truth, this was IT.  This was the goddamn time and Jon knew it, but fear kept him from revealing it.  Also, she had mind tripped him with her confession, feeling like his body was leaving the ground, his heart skipping a few beats in his chest and he bet she could feel it.

“This isn’t a game, Del.  God, you have no idea how much I wish you could…you could understand, feel, what I feel for you.” Jon had done some seriously shady things to get them to this point and he was now afraid it would come crashing down around him, her forgiveness only went so far. “I love you, darlin’,” He said it softly, honestly, letting her hear the raw emotion in his voice. “This ISN’T a game to me.”

He did love her.  She could see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice, and everything in-between.  Cupping his face in her soft hands, Delilah brought his forehead down to meet hers and breathed him in, fresh tears sliding down her cheeks for an entirely different reason.  Sami was the last thing on her mind at the moment. “Again, I’m sorry.  I’m sorry for…acting the way I did around you all these years and pushing you away, keeping you at arm’s length.  For not telling you the truth about how I felt and using Sami as an excuse not to be with you.” He brushed her tears away with the pads of his thumbs. “You didn’t have to make me fall in love with you, Jon.  I’ve been there for a long time and it’s why none of the other guys I’ve tried being with have worked out.” Kenny included. “It’s always been you and I was just blind and stupid.  You’re the only guy who has never lied to me and has been completely honest, even if it’s brutal.  There are so many things about you I love, but your devotion and honesty are at the top of my list.”

Oh, sweet baby Jesus, his sweet mother Mary and whatever God is out there listening…Jon felt like the world’s biggest asshole and he bet he was definitely in the top three running for the title.  

Not a good thing at all.  He was a scumbag, a complete and total scumbag, and he knew without even having to consider it that three things in this moment were absolutely certain.  He loved her enough to seriously contemplate murdering her brother for the poison Sami had spewed at her.  He would do all of this, the drunken night and marriage, all over again without blinking.  And finally, he couldn’t tell her about any of it.  Not yet.  She had just doused him in ice water and a strange warmth at the same time.

“I love you, Delilah…” He whispered hoarsely, pulling her against him and buried his face in her hair, squeezing to the point she had to tap him to let up. Just forgive me when you find out what I did…

The oven went off, disrupting their moment, and she cracked a smile before softly brushing her lips against his. “I love you too, Jon.  Let me get these out of the oven and then we can go upstairs.”

Blue was already passed out on the couch in the living room, his normal spot.  Jon stepped back to give her enough space to put the pan on top of the stove before she shut the oven off and cleaned up, taking the apron off.  Taking his hand, Delilah guided him upstairs to the bedroom and shut the door before pushing him back against it gently.  There was no planning it out or trying to make the moment perfect because it never worked out that way.  She peeled her tank top off, revealing no bra beneath and shucked her shorts to the side, no panties on either.  This was long, LONG overdue to happen and she could see the hunger burning in his eyes as she reached up to take the clip out of her hair, letting it tumble all around her shoulders and down her back, framing her face.

“I do believe we should pick up where we left off earlier.”

This time around he knew there would be no interruptions because Sami was probably off screwing around on the Strip and drinking his issues away. “You sure, darlin’?” He asked quietly, watching as those silver locks cascaded down around her, reaching out to run his fingers through those silky smooth tresses.

At her nod, he stepped up to lift her, one hand dropping to push down the waist of his shorts.  He stepped out of them before carrying her over to their bed and planted her right in the center of it.  There was one good thing that had come of Sami’s interruption and the events that followed.  Delilah had confessed she loved him.  Leaning down, Jon brushed her lips with his, a hand moving down to caress her bundle of nerves.  There were no doubts in her mind and that nagging had evaporated the moment she confessed how she felt for him.  Maybe that was her issue, not confessing how she felt.  Delilah hated how feelings and matters of the heart worked.  Her juices soaked his fingers, she was more than ready for him and moaned as he continued to stroke her, stoking that raging fire.  Their eyes locked as he hooked her leg up to spread her wider for him and slowly, he pushed past her soaking folds to claim her once again.

“Oh god, Jon…” She moaned out breathlessly, arching her neck as he began teasing her neck while giving her time to adjust to him. 

He was bigger than she remembered, still having only pieces of their previous time together instead of the entire memory.  When she shifted against him, he began to move and captured her mouth, stealing what was left of her breath.  That month without feeling her had left him a bit…hazy on just how tight she was wrapped around his cock.  Jon had thought back then that she was all his, made to fit just him, and that thought came back as he began slowly thrusting in and out of her, teasing them both.  He loved how she felt, like she was gripping at him with a tiny million little velvet hands, trying to keep his cock from leaving her very receptive body.

“Fuck, doll,” He hissed from between clenched teeth. “You’re killing me, Delilah.” And in the very best of ways.  One hand was kneading her hip, the other trailing palm down up her stomach and between the valley of her breasts until his fingers brushed against her throat.

“S-Same…fuck, Jon…” As much as she loved this position, there was one better that would allow her to feel him completely. “Sit back, new position.” She ordered breathlessly, watching his brow rise and he only had to leave her body briefly as she moved to be on all fours on the bed in front of him.  Her pert backside he loved to squeeze and admire all the time plain as day in his vision. “I need to feel all of you and missionary doesn’t do it justice.” Wiggling her backside at him teasingly, she heard Jon growl and shivered, winking at him over her shoulder.  Just to make sure this wasn’t a daydream, she pinched her wrist and felt the zing of pain, breathing a sigh of relief. 

Chapter 28

This was finally happening.

Not a daydream, this was really happening, and god help anyone who interrupted them this time.  Including Blue.  He didn’t have his cell in here, no house phone, and Jon knew her own cell was elsewhere.  The only way this was stopping was if the Divine him or herself came in and smote them both.  He planted her upper body on the mattress with a palm between her shoulder blades, watching as Delilah teasingly wiggled that beautiful backside at him, tempting him to fuck her until she was numb.  Jon brought his palm down on one cheek, then the other, another growl escaping him when she simply purred.

“Tease.” He rumbled, sliding back home inside her greedy little body, letting out a ragged moan once he was sheathed back inside of her.

The best part of this was she WOULD remember every bit of this because her memory wouldn’t be clouded, thanks to Long Island iced teas.  No, she would remember how Jon felt inside of her, sliding in and out, claiming her for his own.  His ragged groans and growls echoing around the room were pure music to her ears and they mixed perfectly with her soft, throaty cries of pleasure.  Delilah rose back up, refusing to be pushed down because she wanted to meet him for every thrust and Jon didn’t fight her, both finding a rhythm they thoroughly enjoyed.  Jon suddenly yanked her up by her hair to collide her back against his chest, his hand wrapped around her throat and she swallowed hard, moaning uncontrollably at how incredible he felt inside of her.

“Harder – HARDER, JON, PLEASE!!” Her pussy GUSHED around him and his thrusts increased tenfold, giving her exactly what she wanted at the pace and intensity she craved. “YES – YES!!”

If she wanted a sober reenactment of that night, Jon was kinky enough to do it, without thinking twice.  With the right person, with her, he had no shame.  Sex was meant to be fun, pleasurable, and satisfaction could be obtained in a lot of ways.  He had a feeling going anywhere near her backside tonight would be a no-go, even if she did get off on ass play, so he gave her what she was screaming for instead.

“I’m going to break you, Delilah!” He growled in her ear, feeling her head moving in eager assent.

“D-Do it – DO IT!  Break me!!  Oh god!”

She wanted to shatter to pieces against him, to finally reach her end and feel him explode inside of her – all at the same time.  The way he hammered in and out of her, Delilah knew she would be sore and her body could take a pounding, no pun intended.  Jon was using his full strength to plow in and out of her, finally pushing her down back down on the bed to finish it off, and she more than obliged, still managing to meet him for every powerful thrust.  That hot coil inside of her suddenly sprang free and she gushed like a geyser, all around him, wrapping him in a hot wet cocoon to the point where she might very well suffocate his cock.

“Jon – JON!!  There!  Oh fuck!”

Oh, she had soaked him and, even as he continued pounding her, he could see her own hot juices running down between her thighs, knowing from experience she had a lot more to give him. “Again, Delilah!” He ordered, slapping her ass again and then once more, cursing when she began grinding back against him.  

Leaning over her quivering body, he gripped the headboard with one hand for leverage and tried ignoring how her body was trying to suffocate his cock, pounding her harder than before, enjoying both the sounds of flesh slapping flesh as well as her cries of pleasure.  She had to reach for the headboard as well, both hanging onto it for their own leverage and more for her balance.  Delilah was on shaky ground and felt that burning sensation ripple through her again, knowing another orgasm was building rapidly.  It would not take along since she was already sensitive and Jon wanted to push her to that brink, that line between pain and pleasure.  Soon, her body gave into what it wanted, what Jon demanded as she came harder than she ever had in her life, screaming his name.  If he didn’t explode inside of her soon, she would black out, doing everything in her power not to let it happen. 

She wanted to REMEMBER him exploding inside of her this time.

The fact that he hadn’t climaxed yet was a miracle, considering all the teasing and tormenting that had gone down over this past month.  Jon wasn’t going to hold out any longer, not after those two delicious, powerful orgasms had ripped through her and attacked his dick. “Fuck, Delilah…” He was panting, both hands dropping to her hips and he gave one final thrust, bringing her back in time and caved into his own end, filling her beyond full of his seed. “DELILAH!” He roared her name, hoping Sami heard that in Vegas, wherever he was.

“Well…worth…waiting…for…” Delilah panted out, collapsing on the bed since she had absolutely no strength left in her arms and legs. 

She felt Jon join her moments later, chuckling under her breath and coughed, moving to lay on her side instead of on her stomach.  Jon couldn’t respond at the moment, their bodies coated in sweat and the smell of their lovemaking permeated the air around them.  He did manage to wrap an arm around her waist to pull her against him, his heavy breathing puffing against her neck.

“Mmm…” There was no other place in the world Delilah wanted to be except here in his arms and sincerely hoped Sami was proud of himself for cutting his own flesh and blood off. “All I need…is you, Jon.  You’re the only one I trust now completely.”

That feeling tried creeping back in of being the world’s biggest asshole, worst scumbag, but he shoved it aside, refusing to let anything bring him down.  Sami had royally cocked her up, though, if HE was the only one she trusted.  Jon ignored the niggle in his heart, something ice cold with dread, that whispered he was skating on thin ice with this trust.

“And Blue,” He teased in a raspy growl, laughing breathlessly when she nodded her add with an ‘of course, Blue too’. “Don’t forget him, darlin’.” He rolled her onto her back, hovering over her and stared down into those beautiful golden brown eyes, inwardly sighing.  He was such a shameless dickhead. “I love you.”

“You sure you don’t love the sex?” She squealed when he popped her backside firmly, not playful at all and laughed, bringing his lips down for a fiery kiss. “Mmm, I like it rough, Moxley.” He should have known that considering what all they did to each other – that she could remember anyway – their first time. “I love you too, pain in the ass.  And I love Blue too.  I think I may love the dog more than you.  Sorry, not sorry.” That made him roll his eyes and Delilah giggled against his lips as he held her close, relishing the feeling of their naked bodies pressed together.

“You’re lying,” Jon remarked with absolute confidence, snorting when she raised a brow at him.  He snorted a second time, moving onto his side and shook his own head. “Darlin’, I was saying I love you before the sex.” He then considered it, giving a conceding nod. “This time.” Laughing, Jon caught Delilah’s hand when she went to pop him this time, bringing it up to his lips and planted a kiss on the back of it before lacing his fingers with hers. “To be fair, I love the dog more than you too; it’s the way he wags his little stubby tail whenever he sees me.” He had jokes too.

“Blue is our long lost love, our soulmate, and we can’t live without him.” Delilah affirmed with a grin, her brown eyes sparkling with the golden specks in them flickering with life and happiness.  She truly was happy with Jon. “Who can resist that tail anyway?  I can’t and you can’t either.  You give that dog anything he whims and begs for.” He nodded with no shame and she laughed harder, brushing her lips against his. “You ARE the second love of my life though.  How’s that?”

“I will accept this; you’re also going to have to deal with being second.” This was…not something he had ever done with a woman, this joking and not feeling stupid about it.  It WAS sort of stupid, but it was funny and comfortable, and he was turning into a chick.  This woman was corrupting him or something and he was probably going to let it happen, dance along this weird little path with a big grin on his face. “Fuck, Del,” He sighed, burying his face into her shoulder, feeling her fingers beginning to rake through his short hair. “Don’t leave me,” He mumbled, her fingers stopping at that and then smirked. “For the dog.”

“Well, I most certainly can’t fuck a dog, Good.” That made him groan into her neck and she couldn’t stop laughing to save her life, shaking her head. “I suppose I’ll keep you around for the mind-blowing sex.  I need to get my rocks off somehow besides using my vibrator, right?” This had always been what they did with each other was joke around and she lifted his face until his eyes met hers, hers growing serious. “I won’t leave you, Jon.  I’m here to stay…as long as you want me.  I love you, I love Blue, and I’m in love with Vegas and I don’t want to go back to Cincinnati.  I…don’t want to be alone and only have wrestling in my life.  I’ve needed something more for a long, long time and I’ve finally found it.  You’re the LAST person I ever thought I’d be with, but here we are.  You’re loyal, trustworthy, loving, friendly, and you really care about me.  You’re not half-bad looking either, so that’s a plus too.” Now Delilah was grinning again.

“Wait stop, are you talking about me or Blue?” Jon snorted, shaking his head and tamping down on the unease that bubbled in his gut again.  Those were definitely dog qualities and he didn’t see any of them applying to him outside of caring about her, loving her.  Also, he was a gorgeous son of a bitch if he did say so himself!  Sitting upright, he stared down at her and shook his head, flashing her a boyish smile. “So…what’s a great after-sex, really crazy day snack?” He teased, reaching out to begin pulling her out of the bed. “I need food, then I’m ravaging you again.” They had a month’s worth of sex to catch up on.  He also needed her to stop talking about how trustworthy he was because he was NOT trustworthy.

Jon was a scandalous jackass.

“I made us healthy snacks and you’re eating them.  We need to stop with the garbage eating and take better care of our bodies, Moxley.  And it starts tonight.” Pecking his lips, she slid out of bed and pulled on a robe, feeling him walk up to wrap his arms around her waist from behind. “I’ll bring them back up here and we can snack in bed.  Maybe I’ll even let you eat something off me.” Delilah knew she was teasing him and giggled softly at his growl in her ear, smacking his hand. “Down boy, sustenance first.  Get back in bed, I’ll make sure to fill Blue’s water bowl too while I’m down there.” She walked out of the bedroom, after accepting a kiss from him and made her way downstairs to the kitchen, feeling much better about everything.

Jon took the opportunity to open a window and stick his head out of it, inhaling the fresh air and inwardly groaned.  First of all, Wildberry Pop-tarts were life and she was out of her mind.  Second, he needed to cool his jets.  If she said loyal, honest, trustworthy in regard to him, in any variation again tonight, – he had honestly lost count now – he would have an attack of some sort.  Panic, anxiety, manic, one of them were going to happen.  By the time Delilah returned, Jon had used the bathroom and ‘spruced’ up with some cold water and bar soap, needing to wash the thin layer of scumbag from his skin.

“No Pop-tarts?” He batted his blue eyes at her.

Rolling her eyes, she tossed him the pack of Wildberry Pop-tarts and snorted, sitting on the bed with the delicious, HEALTHY snacks she’d made earlier. “You’re missing out, enjoy those…things.” Delilah wrinkled her nose at them, not bothering to hide her disdain and began eating one of the muffins, groaning at how good it was.  Jon had worked her appetite up into a frenzy and, since they weren’t done yet, she figured she better eat to refuel.  Jon plopped on the bed and popped one of the muffins in his mouth, whole, making her laugh while she ate one of the granola bars. “You’re supposed to take bites, moron.”

“I did,” He shot back around a mouthful of muffin, crumbs raining down onto his lap and he snorted at himself.  What the hell kind of muffin was this and did he really have baking things in the house?  His eyes narrowed at her, wondering when those changes had happened and WHY he hadn’t noticed it.  He really did have it bad for this wicked witch, who was casting serious mojo on him.  Next was the Pop-tarts. “Hey, if loving these is wrong, I will never be right, darlin’.” He offered her a bite with a sweet smile.

They made small banter back and forth before jumping back in bed together, making love until the early hours of the morning.

Chapter 29

Fyter Fest

Daytona Beach, Florida was beautiful, but damned if it wasn’t hot and HUMID. 

The humidity is what really sucked about this state, honestly.  Delilah did not mind the heat because she loved Vegas, but the humidity was terrible.  Absolutely terrible.  Jon was finally having his first singles match tonight against Kenny and she was going after Britt for the AEW Women’s championship.  Delilah didn’t know how she felt about being catapulted right into the title hunt, but Cody assured her it was good business.  If she didn’t want to go over, she didn’t have to.  That was the beauty of AEW – they actually LISTENED to their wrestlers and valued their opinions unlike WWE, where it was Vince McMahon’s way or the highway. 

Delilah hadn’t heard a peep from Sami since that night at the house and she was all right most days, but there were some that bothered her.  His birthday was coming up September 1^st and they always did something together for it, celebrated in their own way.  This year they wouldn’t because Sami had cut her off completely due to her relationship with Jon.  They had made themselves an official couple, after a lot of sex and countless talking.  Delilah made it clear to Jon, if he wanted to be with her, it was ONLY her and nobody else. 

The first time he cheated on her would be his last and Jon swore he only wanted her.

She STILL didn’t know the horrible secret he was harboring and keeping from her either.

It was stupid and Jon knew it.  He had been OFFENDED by her ‘cheating’ lecture.  The crap Sami had spewed about him to her, and then her own reservations, were based on his behavior from nearly a decade ago.  It said a LOT that they were still holding that against him.  Like people couldn’t change, what a crock!  This was where the stupid came in, Jon had changed on that aspect, wasn’t a man whore anymore, and hadn’t been in years.  He was, however, a total scandalous douchebag who had taken advantage of Delilah being beyond drunk and married her.  Jon was upset because they were wrong about what kind of man he was; he wasn’t sure what he’d feel if they knew the truth, though he was sure that day was coming.

“I know,” He hated Florida with a passion.  His ass crack hadn’t been dry since they got here because of the sweating and humidity issue.  They called it swamp ass for a reason. “Vegas is just as hot, but at least it’s a damn dry heat.”

“Thank god we’re only here for tonight and then we can book it back to the dry heat.  My god, this is nearly unbearable!” Delilah groaned, not bothering to hide her own discomfort and collapsed back on the bed, after pulling the comforter off. 

They already had a red-eye flight booked back to Vegas as soon as the show was over and would arrive home sometime before the next day.  Hopefully.  Delilah would LOVE to be able to sleep in their bed instead of in a hotel, honestly.  As far as Jon’s past went, Delilah knew he had changed or else she wouldn’t be giving him a chance with her.  But she HAD to lay the rules out, throw down the gauntlet and let him know how she felt from the beginning.  It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him because she did.  Wholeheartedly and completely.  His past was shady though when it came to women and she just wanted to make it clear to him she would NOT be one of those women he used.  If he was offended by her simply being honest with him, that was his issues and he’d have to deal with them on his own.  Not to mention, it was a little immature and he should have expected it given his shady past in the first damn place.

Ten years was a long time for people to be thinking negatively about someone, that after so long they would suddenly revert or something.  That was jacked.  Jon felt better holding onto that, though he never bothered voicing it out loud.  The reason why was because he HAD done some shady things, just not that. “This AC isn’t doing it…what the HELL is wrong with people for WANTING to live here?” He had stripped down to nothing, hoping it would help the cooling off. “Babe, scratch Florida off our retirement plan, yeah?”

“Wait a minute, didn’t you live in Tampa for the duration of your NXT days?  Or was it FCW back then?  Yeah, I think it was FCW and then it turned to NXT right before you went to the main roster…” Now she was rambling and she knew why – this stupid heat! “I have NO idea how ANYBODY can live in a place like this.  Ugh…I’m all sweaty and I feel gross.” If the place they were performing in tonight didn’t have decent air-conditioning, they were in TROUBLE. “I need a cold shower, wanna join me?  And consider it scratched, lover.”

“I was drunk, a lot.” Jon admitted, remembering the early days.  He had to cut that out right quick, however.  He blinked, rubbing his forehead and nodded, getting up along with her.  A cold shower sounded heavenly right now. “Yeah, I lived in Tampa, and I hated it then too, what I remember of it outside of work.” He remembered a LOT of grumbling and learning how to deal with heat rash, all while staying in a roach infested apartment with a mattress on the floor.

“No sex, Moxley.  We have a show tonight and I refuse to let my thighs go to mush simply because you want to get your dick wet.  We’re SHOWERING and that’s it.” Delilah forewarned, making it clear how things were going to go down, and shot him a stern look when he smirked wickedly at her. “I’m serious, Jonathan.” She only called him that, busted out the full first name, when she had to get a point across and proceeded to get undressed in front of him, groaning. “Ugh…no sex until we get home, fuck this humidity.” It was going to be atrocious on her hair!

“Ah yeah, no sex…” He had to scrub and deal with his swamp ass, frowning slightly. “But when we get home you’re all mine, darlin’.” In the air-conditioning, which worked PERFECTLY, unlike this stupid hotel. “Mmm,” he did, however, slap her bouncy backside when she turned her back to him, holding up both hands innocently as Delilah turned around to give him a look. “No sex, got it.” Laughing, he followed her into the bathroom, eyeballing the shower. “It’d be our luck, the cold water doesn’t work.” Then they both would probably lose their respective minds.  It worked just fine and he let her stand directly beneath the spray since she was both smaller and shorter than he was.  

Also, cold water did wonders for certain parts of her body.

All she did to him was softly kiss him before getting out of the shower once she felt chilled enough.  They washed each other, talking about tonight’s show, and Delilah couldn’t wait to see Jon’s first match.  So far, he had just done run-ins, but now, he was FINALLY 100% ready to get back in the ring.  Before, in WWE, they had rushed him back because of the stupid storyline with Rollins and Reigns, and Jon hadn’t felt he was ready to come back, but had done it for the boys.  For the company because he was loyal.  It did not take him long to realize the company would not give him a second glance as far as champion material and that was why he left. 

Omega had a LONG night ahead of him with Moxley.

It was a two-fer for Jon.  

One thing he was looking forward to was showing off the LACK of ring rust; Jon had been in a ring several times during his ‘downtime’, making sure he didn’t get rusty.  Japan was his first official match back, technically, and he had won the IWGP United States championship over there.  In fact, he was gearing up to head over to Japan for the G1 Climax tournament two weeks, which Delilah already knew about.  She wasn’t going with him, not needing to follow him around like a puppy dog and offered to stay with Blue in Vegas while he went away.  His match for tonight was an Unsanctioned street fight against ‘The Bad Boy’ Joey Janella and he planned on making a statement with this idiot.  Even though he had attacked Omega and Jericho at Double or Nothing, Tony Khan had convinced him to do this side thing with Joey Janella for some reason and he had accepted out of pure boredom and curiosity.  

Second thing was making Omega eat the ‘rookie’ garbage he spewed AND reminding the idiot that he was NOTHING.  Not a ‘veteran’ and nothing to Delilah.  That last bit was his little secret, however.  They weren’t hiding anything, but they hadn’t come out and made a big announcement about it either.  He had explained to her, during one of their nights in the back of his truck enjoying the Mojave sky, about the ‘fishbowl’ thing with the WWE, how every aspect of life wasn’t really his, but theirs.  How it was scrutinized just to protect the company.  Jon was ENJOYING this, being able to live how he pleased, do what he wanted, without fear of big brother hovering.

That was completely jacked up.  Even in NXT, she had SOME freedom on social media, though that was because Triple H wasn’t a stickler for the rules.  Vince, on the other hand…she had cringed while listening to Jon list all the rules they had to follow when it came to the public and their personal lives.  She was so glad he was out of that hellhole and had finally found a home, with her, in AEW.  They hadn’t discussed when she would go back to Cincinnati or when she would move into his house permanently, but just in case things fell apart, she was keeping her apartment regardless.  At least for a couple years until Delilah was sure this wouldn’t fizzle out.

Jon knew why Delilah was keeping the apartment and if that helped her with all this, he was fine with it.  It was his job to ensure that the next time she went back to Cincinnati, it would be to move the rest of her stuff out and into their home in Vegas. “Want to head in?” It was early, but it would be a lot better than sweating their backsides off in a hotel with horrible air-conditioning.  He wasn’t even fully dressed yet after enjoying his time under that ice cold water, still in just the dangerously low hanging towel, refusing to sweat soak another set of clothes.

“Yeah, we might as well and maybe I can get a sparring session in with Britt before the show.” Delilah had texted her friend to see where she was at and it was no surprise Britt was already at the arena.  Several people were, actually. “Maybe not…I’ll have to see how busy they are when we get there.” She still had to get her hair and makeup done too.  Wearing just a pair of blue jean shorts and an orange spaghetti strapped camisole with a built-in bra, thankfully, Delilah pulled her hair up in a high ponytail and wrapped it in a bun to keep it completely off her neck. “I can’t wait to go home and get out of this damn hotel.”

Without realizing it, she had dubbed Jon’s house in Vegas ‘home’.

Jon, his back to her because he was rifling in his own bag, grinned broadly.  He hadn’t missed Delilah’s mouth mistake and he wouldn’t point it out to her because then she’d make conscious efforts to ‘correct’ herself.  The fact that she had said it so casually, without thinking about it, told him that on some level, consciously or not, home was now Vegas, with him.  And Blue, couldn’t forget the English bulldog.  He set out the tape he would be wrapping around his hand tonight because he planned on having a hell of a match against Janella.

An hour later, because of horrible traffic, they arrived at the arena for the show and went their separate ways. 

Kenny didn’t miss the way they walked into the arena together, hand-in-hand or the soft kiss they shared before parting.  Sami had called him already to inform him what had happened, how his sister completely lost her mind by being with Jon Moxley.  Kenny was inclined to agree and when Sami asked him to talk some sense into her, he obliged.  He didn’t know what he could say to her because, once Delilah’s mind was made up about something, it was almost impossible to change it.  Still, he KNEW there was something between them that was more than just great sex and they had a far better, stronger connection than her and Moxley ever thought about.  He just had to wait for the opportune moment to get her alone to talk to her.

Kenny was completely oblivious to reality.  Evident by his delusions of Jon being a ‘rookie’ and all that.  The one thing Kenny was NOT oblivious to was the fact that Delilah and Moxley were WORLDS apart and she was obviously going through a ‘phase’ because she hadn’t been fine with them having a long distance relationship.  She had basically wanted something consistent and stable.  Jon Moxley was NEITHER of those things.  He was the complete opposite and needed to make her see that.

“Fuck Florida.” Jon informed Chris in passing, wondering how the hell the older man could tolerate this humidity and weather.  Chris was INSANE.

Chris laughed, living in Tampa for several years now. “Hey man, when you live in the fucking cold tundra’s of Canada, you learn to enjoy and appreciate the heat, including the humidity.  I love it here.” He wouldn’t change where he lived for anything in the world, though the hurricanes DID suck.  He had to replace a lot of property, thank heavens for insurance! “When did you get in?”

“To hell?  Fresh arrival.” Jon laughed, shaking his head and bumped fists with his friend. “And don’t give me that cold Canadian shit, this is all old age, everyone knows old people retire to Florida.”

Chris, who did not feel or act his age, promptly put Mox into a headlock. “What was that, son?”

“You know the only reason you’re doing this is because I allow it.” He yawned, then groaned when Chris tightened his hold. “You need to stop bathing in cologne…” Jon shoved Chris away from him, cracking his neck side to side. “My buddy Omega here?”

“Yeah, he’s around here somewhere.” Chris snorted at Jon calling Omega a ‘buddy’.  He knew Jon planned on teaching the REAL rookie a lesson he would soon not forget.  The debut at Double or Nothing blew up on social media and everyone wanted to see Moxley versus Omega now. “You should send him through thumbtacks…you know, like you did to me and then talk about it on my podcast afterward.” He grinned, loving every time Jon had come onto his podcast. 

They had the best conversations – Jon was easily one of Chris’s top favorites on his podcast.

“No, I’m saving those for a special occasion.  Omega and me, we got a thing now, you know...” Jon snorted, planning on showing Omega a time he’d never forget and the man would not enjoy a minute of it. “I ought to make him a bouquet of barbed wire…” There was an idea.  A cheap Walmart bouquet, wrapped in barbed wire. “Hey man, do you know of any couriers running this time, or a delivery service?  I need some flowers.”

“You need flowers…” Chris echoed with a nod, raising a brow. “Okay then, yeah.”

Chris had known Jon for a while and he KNEW that evil gleam in the man’s eyes as he sauntered off with an extra kick in his psychotic step.  Omega is so fucked, he thought, walking off to catch a seat to watch the matches since he wasn’t on the card that night.

Chapter 30

Meanwhile, Delilah was in the ring, in a black sports bra and white and black shorts, sparring with Britt to gear up for her match that night against Riho, Nyla Rose, and Yuka Sakazaki.  It was a fatal-four way match and she was looking forward to mixing it up with them.  There were wrestlers here that weren’t on the card, but wanted to be here in support of the company like Chris and Britt.  She put Britt in a headlock and tossed her down on the mat with ease, both women enjoying sparring against each other.  They also discussed what would happen in the match, different scenarios since there were two Japanese wrestlers in the fatal four way, and Riho would be going over as the winner.  Once again, Delilah was fine with it because she wanted to pay her dues in the company before going for the AEW women’s championship, which would be hers someday.

Neither saw a very PISSED OFF Kenny headed down the ramp toward the ring.

Kenny was beyond pissed.  The more he thought about it, the more screwed up it was.  All her reasons for why it hadn’t worked between them, her garbage about not doing repeats, was BULLSHIT.  Nothing but pathetic excuses because she KNEW they were good together and she was afraid of just how good.  That explained why she was basically slumming it with a clown like Jon Moxley.  Delilah was using him as a way to deal with her own issues, her own fears, and the apparent timing, from what Sami told him about how and when she had ‘moved’ to Vegas basically, lined up from that night.  His eyes narrowed in on HIS woman, his in-denial woman, coming to a stop at the end of the ramp.

“What the hell is Omega holding?”

“Huh?”

They were taking five for a break and Delilah turned to look at Kenny, who was standing right outside of the ring…with a bouquet of something in his hand.  She looked closer and had to bite her tongue at the BARBED WIRE wrapped roses.  Obviously, Jon was already playing mind games with Kenny and he looked super agitated, which would bode well for Jon in their upcoming feud.

“Those are…nice, Omega.”

“Is that barbed wire wrapped roses?” Britt started laughing, not bothering to hide her amusement and shook her head. “Let me guess…”

“Oh, you know where they’re from and WHO sent them.”

“You really do have a demented boyfriend, don’t you?”

Delilah grinned, her eyes sparkling with happiness and nodded. “Yeah, but I love him, so he gets a pass from me on the demented front.  Between you and me, that barbed wire he used in his return video was very hot.”

“I second that.”

They were completely ignoring Kenny.

Kenny was NOT amused and, when they kept ignoring him, talking about how ‘hot’ that disgusting video Moxley had released after his ‘prison time’ with the WWE had been served, his blood was boiling.  These broads were proof of a stereotype.  Women didn’t want the GOOD guy, the man that would respect her and treat her like a queen.  They wanted the ‘bad boy’ who would abuse them, break their hearts…no.  A second later, he had tossed the ‘bouquet’ into the ring with them, forcing them to back away from each other and stood at the side of the ring, hands on his hips, glaring at Delilah.

“What the fuck is wrong with your rabid dog, Lila?” He demanded angrily.

She raised a very slow dark brow down at Kenny, eyes narrowing and Britt actually backed away because she had SEEN that look flash in her friend’s eyes once before. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Omega.” She kicked the bouquet right back at him, making it cut his wrist as he jumped back and smiled wickedly. “Blue is at home and he’s not rabid at all.  He’s a sweetheart…well, okay, he’s a sweetheart to me, but intruders or people he doesn’t like…not so much.”

Britt bit her lip again, knowing Delilah’s temper had been stoked because Kenny coming down here was HIGHLY unprofessional, especially while they were sparring. “Omega, you better turn around and march your ass up that ramp right now while you still have balls left, pal.” They would not hesitate to beat the hell out of him for misconduct.  Women did not screw around in the wrestling industry these days – they were not damsels in distress anymore and could more than handle their own.

“Well said, champ.”

“I thought so.” Britt’s eyes narrowed down at Kenny. “Or perhaps you’d like us to report you to the higherups for being an unprofessional cock?”

Now it was Delilah’s turn to bite her lip.

“I’m sorry wanna-be, nobody was talking to you,” Kenny informed Britt with a dismissive sneer.  She was already laying down and taking it up the backside, dropping her title to Delilah so soon, without any real build-up.  What a joke! “So, mind your cock suckers.”

Britt was going to enjoy beating some manners into him, probably with that bouquet, which was no doubt Jon’s idea of either intimidation or courting.  Probably both.  Moxley was insane. “So, when I do report him, technically, he tossed a weapon at us.” Because she was going to pop him one first.

Kenny was ignoring her, popping the rose heads off the bouquet.  He was going to cram the stems, thorns, and wire down Moxley’s throat.

Once again, Kenny was wrong in his assumptions because Britt would be WINNING the match between them, when it happened, and retaining her title.  Not that he knew that information because it wasn’t his business. “Even IF I wasn’t with Moxley, after the way you just spoke to my friend and YOUR coworker, your EQUAL, I might add, I would NOT be with you anyway, Kenny.” Delilah snorted derisively, seeing the fire erupt in his eyes. “And I can’t wait for MY man to shove that barbed wire down your fucking throat when the time comes.”

“I hope he also crams some up your ass while he’s at it!” Britt growled, both women shaking their heads. “If I’m a wanna-be, then you’re nothing more than the Elite’s bitch boy, asshole.  Now turn your ass around and walk up that ramp and crawl back into the hole you came out of.  We’re not done with the ring yet.”

“No, you are, I need-”

“Omega boy, so glad you got my gift!”

Britt glanced at Delilah before looking towards that very sickly amused, somewhat dark rasping voice.  Moxley was walking out from between the guardrails and the ramp, his icy blues both deadly and gleaming with malice.

Jon’s face fell into something mocking being ‘hurt’, eyes locking on that rose-free bouquet. “Rude much?  It took me three minutes to pick out those roses for you.”

Jon. Was. Crazy!

Yes he was and had overheard the last bit of what Britt said, about crawling back into a hole. “So, ladies,” He glanced at them, one brow quirking. “Is he giving you a hard time?”

“Besides insulting one of my best friends, who could hand him his ass in this ring easily?”

“And throwing barbed wire flowers at us during our break?”

“No, not really, he’s being more of a nuisance…”

“A nuisance asshole, more like it.”

“Yeah, that.” Delilah conceded with a grin, wrapping her arm around Britt’s shoulders and kissed her head. “We were out of here minding our own business and sparring when he decided to come down to demand what my – what did he call him, Britt?  Refresh my memory.”

“Rabid dog.”

“Yeah, that.” Delilah smiled sweetly at Kenny, her eyes nothing more than hard milk chocolate staring at him before glancing back at Jon. “So, what is your problem?  Care to enlighten the asshole, Moxley?”

“I’M a rabid dog?” Jon’s blue eyes widened innocently, though his jaw had a visible twitch, annoyance seeping through him.  Kenny’s response to the flowers was to come out and HARASS Delilah?  That was not only a totally dick, chicken shit move, but…what the hell?! “I send you flowers and you give them to her?”

“You’re really dating this lunatic?!” Kenny asked exasperatedly, looking at Delilah like she was now crazy too.  Moxley wasn’t even taking this seriously!

Jon was slowly moving into position, the amused façade melting into something else entirely.

“Not that it’s any of YOUR business, but yes I am, Omega.  And I have nothing to do with the two of you, so you coming down here harassing me about what he did to you…why don’t you take it up with the man himself instead of hounding HIS woman?” Delilah demanded, folding her arms tightly in front of her chest while Jon looked downright DEADLY and she did not blame him.

“Well said.” Britt would always support Delilah; the women were best friends and had been for a long time coming up through the Indies.

“Thanks.”

“Not to mention, he’s very unprofessional to disrupt us from working on our match.”

“Good point.”

“Thanks.”

“Screw you snatches!” Kenny turned to go and literally walked right into Jon’s outstretched fist.  Jon didn’t even have to swing, he had just held out his arm and Kenny waltzed right into it. “YOU SON OF A BITCH!” He roared, backing away and cupping his nose.

“I didn’t do it.” Jon remarked without batting an eyelash, glancing over at Delilah and winked. “I’ll make sure he leaves you two alone.”

“You mother-!”

“Is there a problem here?” Cody demanded, coming down the ramp, looking a little frazzled.  

This was hectic, but in a good way.  He didn’t need these two cocking it up.  Delilah really didn’t want her relationship to be the cause for Jon going off on Kenny, even though he hadn’t thrown the punch.  Kenny had walked into that fist.  She didn’t want to defend Jon for fear of their personal life getting in the way of professional.

“We were just leaving the ring, Cody.”

“Yeah, we don’t know what’s going on.  We were just sparring when they came out here and started arguing.” Britt could lie with the best of them and slid out of the ring alongside Delilah, both women having each other’s backs. “Thanks for the ring time.”

Not looking in Jon’s direction, Delilah made her way up the ramp with Britt while Cody dealt with Jon and Kenny, who was cussing violently.  Jon didn’t know if he was offended or amused that Britt had tossed him under the bus with an outright lie.  Or that Delilah had gone along with it, albeit silently.  He let Kenny bury himself with all that cussing, hooking his fingers through the belt loops of his cargo pants he changed into and just stood there.

“Well Mox, did you punch him?”

“Nope.”

“Bullshit, I turned and hit your fist!”

Jon raised a brow. “You hit my fist…say it again and think about it.”

“You need to fire him, he’s a joke and he doesn’t take any of this seriously!  He’s sending me flowers!”

“Most people would be flattered…”

“Wrapped in barbed wire?”

“Personal touches are what make a gift, Omega.”

Britt and Delilah had zero fucks to give, covering their own backsides and both knew Cody would deal with Jon and Kenny accordingly.  Kenny needed to move on and forget about Delilah.  That was in the man’s best interest because she had found who she wanted to be with, her other half that completed her.  She was not a fan or believer of soulmates, but if she was, Jon had to be hers, regardless of what Sami thought.  Glancing back over her shoulder at the three men, she winked at Jon and mouthed ‘sorry’ on her way to the back with Britt to finish getting ready for their match.  Hopefully, he forgave her for feigning innocence in front of Cody since Kenny did come down to the ring because of her.

Jon nodded once, his gaze shifting back to Cody, who was trying not to dress them down, letting Delilah know he understood.  It was obvious Kenny had come down to start an argument with her, which meant he probably knew about them dating.  What a tool!  What kind of man went after the woman because another guy had done something?  Cowardly little pigs, that kind of man, and Omega was a cowardly little pig.  Jon was so looking forward to gutting this swine.  By the time Cody was done, Jon was bored out of his mind and Omega looked ready to have a coronary.  Cody was dressing up as a businessman and putting on a good show of being a ‘gentleman’, but he was anything BUT. 

Apparently, he had decided now was a good time to start reminding people of that.

As far as Delilah was concerned, she wanted NOTHING to do with Kenny.  It was amusing to listen to Cody berate one of his own since Kenny was part of the Elite Club, which used to be the Bullet Club.  However, Cody had a show to run, a company, and with that came the unfortunate task to put people in their places.  Jon wouldn’t listen to a word the boss said, she knew that much and he would do whatever he felt necessary in the ring to send a message.  If Kenny was smart, he would leave her alone from here on out, but something told Delilah he wouldn’t.  She regretted ever having any kind of relationship with Kenny in the first place, especially now that she knew what kind of man he was.  Jon was far from a saint, BUT at least he handled his issues with the people directly responsible instead of going to their loved ones like a coward.  She looked forward to watching Kenny eat every word he spouted about Jon on tonight’s show and went to get her makeup and hair done.

“Man, just…did you?” Cody asked once Kenny had stormed off, no doubt with a chaffed backside, but business had to come before anything else, at least until they got their feet off the ground this fall.  If Omega couldn’t understand that than he was dumber than a box of rocks.  When Jon nodded, he brought a hand up over his face, trying not to laugh but his shaking shoulders were a dead giveaway. “Roses and barbed wire?  There is something very wrong with you, Mox.”

“It was a very thoughtful, romantic gift.” Jon deadpanned as they walked towards the back.

“Yeah, I bet.  So, what DID happen?”

“I don’t know, I think he came out and was bothering the girls.”

Cody sighed, remembering Kenny and Delilah brief fling they had together for a couple months before they left to go over to Japan.  She had ended things with him abruptly and…Cody didn’t blame her.  He was pretty sure Brandi told her to end things because she had no idea how long they would be overseas.  Honestly, it was for the best because trying to maintain a relationship, overseas at that, was damn near impossible.  That was why Brandi went everywhere with Cody because she refused to let their marriage falter and Delilah refused to go to Japan, not when she was making headway in the states in the Indies.  They were in two very separate times in their lives and Kenny expected Delilah to drop everything to follow him wherever he went.  Cody had tried telling the man that was not how she worked; Delilah was VERY independent and did things her way in her own time, just like her brother.

“Did you happen to catch anything he said to them?” Cody wasn’t surprised when Moxley shook his head and scrubbed a hand down his face. “I’ll talk to him.  He shouldn’t be harassing or bothering others when they are in the ring working.” That was a huge safety hazard.

“I’m guessing it had to do with the roses.”

“Wait, you think he took his issues with you out on them?”

“Del more to the point, Britt was just there in the crossfire.”

“What a chickenshit.” Cody gave Jon a sideways look. “I know telling you what to do is likely to go in one ear and out the other, but try keeping your shit to the ring, including love gifts.” He was going to have to kibosh this issue; there was no way Kenny should be dragging Delilah into his beef with Jon.  Cody had KNOWN this was going to turn south as soon as he said ‘rookie’ to Jon, about what Kenny had called him.

Chapter 31

Kenny was also pissed she was dating someone else besides him, thinking they would pick up where they left off since he was in the same company as her again.  He thought Delilah would bow to him and they’d run roughshod over AEW together.  That was not the case at all…because of Jon Moxley.  He blamed Cody for signing that lunatic into the company in the first place!  A WWE reject rookie – that was all Moxley was and he was going to prove just how worthless the idiot was tonight after the match with Joey Janella.  Kenny had some tricks up his own sleeve – they didn’t call him The Cleaner for nothing.  If Jon brought his barbed wire, Kenny would bring his own weapon and they would see who prevailed when all was said and done. 

It was a good thing their product was rated TV-14.

Considering the WWE reject rookie had a ‘good’, long run with that garbage company, Kenny was delusional.  Jon went to hunt down his woman after finishing up with Cody, the barbed wire, rose-free bouquet of thorny stems in his taped hand.  He still had plans for these bad boys. “Looking good, darlin’.” He whistled when he spotted her, eyeballing the way she had her silver hair done.  Looking gorgeous, actually, and he didn’t fault Kenny for not wanting to let her go.

Too bad the man had lost her a long time ago and she was officially off the market.  In ALL ways.

“Thanks.” She grinned at him, holding her hand up in a one minute gesture while her lips were finished. 

It was the finishing touch to her makeup, her silver hair in all kinds of braids before ending in a tail at the nape of her neck to flow down her back.  Her Daenerys look was on point for tonight’s show and her wrestling attire was silver and black, looking like dragon scales.  She absolutely loved it; AEW really did have the best seamstresses and they had come up with the perfect concept for her.

“I hope you’re not mad at…mmm…” Jon had cut her off with a passionate kiss as soon as they were in his dressing room, away from prying eyes and ears, her arms instantly encircling his neck.  Luckily, her makeup was water and smear proof. “Well, that answers any concerns I had.”

“What the hell would I be mad about, doll?” He asked curiously, loving her sexy Mother of Dragons look.  She was a big Game of Thrones fan and had gotten him into the show.  They had binge watched the hell out of the prior seasons just to get him all caught up. “If you mean dickhead, I’m not mad at you.  I’m annoyed with him.  Coming to harass you over something I did doesn’t set well with me, it’s a chickenshit thing of him to do.” Also, Omega still had the hots for Delilah and that was a big no-no.

“I’m just wondering how he found out about us.  We haven’t been on social media or anything…”

Did Sami call Kenny?  Surely not, she immediately dismissed that idea because Sami could not stand Kenny.  Then again, he had said he’d rather see her with Kenny than Jon…was it possible?  She didn’t want to think about this right now and caressed Jon’s face with the back of her hand, seeing the barely contained rage in his eyes.

“It doesn’t matter if we’re discovered, but I’d rather one of US says it instead of someone else running their mouth, that’s all.” Delilah brushed her lips softly against his. “I love YOU, I’m with YOU, and he’ll get over it.  I know he just came to me because he’s trying to make me see the ‘light’,” She did the finger quotations, rolling her eyes. “About you and it’s not going to work.  I’ve known you far longer than him; I know the type of person you are and your ‘crazy’ ways.  Just ignore his antics outside of the ring and take care of business where it counts most.  He’s trying to get under your skin by involving me and, hopefully, Cody nips that in the ass.  Otherwise, I’ll have a talk with Brandi about it.”

“Well, considering I’m pulling ‘antics’ outside of the ring, I guess I’ll have to overlook SOME things.” Not when it came to her though.  It was one thing to go back and forth and keep it between just them, another thing entirely to involve her.  Jon, sighing dramatically, pulled out his cell and logged into his barely used Twitter account, taking a few seconds to remember his password. “There.” It’d wind up spread across other platforms once his fan media guy seen it; business would be handled and now the world knew she was off the market and so was he.

“I FUCKING KNEW IT!” Came Chris’s overly loudmouth from a closed dressing room.

It was a picture of her, Jon, and Blue outside of the house in Vegas, both crouched to be level with the dog.  Their heads were pressed together gently, resting, with smiles on their faces and Jon had a hat on tilted to the side.  It was a rare picture of him smiling since he normally didn’t or made stupid faces.  It was right before they had taken Blue on a walk, just before sunset, something they did frequently while home.  Delilah took his phone to see what he posted and felt something in her heart warm her from the inside out, her light brown eyes looking back up at him.  Was he sure about this?  Jon was NOT a social media person, so for him to do this was stepping WAY out of his comfort zone.  He didn’t bother typing anything under the picture or captioning it, just putting that picture out there sent the message he wanted.

“And just when I thought you couldn’t surprise me anymore, Jon.” Now wasn’t the time to call him anything else as she handed his phone back before pulling him down for a searing, toe-curling kiss.

“Oh my god!” Chris was out of his room, cell in hand and he snapped a picture of the pair.  He knew better than to post it on social media; that was grounds for the ‘young buck’ to stomp his backside and Chris knew he would definitely give Jon a run for his money.  However, at the end of it, he’d be the one on the ground. “I KNEW it…”

“How would you know jackshit?” Jon muttered against Delilah’s lips, his hands now on her pert backside, pressing her into him.  Chris had terrible timing.  Good friend, bad timing.

“Because you’re not moody and you came in with her.”

How did that mean ANYTHING?

“And Double or Nothing, seen you two out tearing up Vegas.” Chris had been in a cab, on his way back to his hotel room.

“Oh, did you now?” Delilah smirked against Jon’s lips, talking against them like he did her and kissed him one more time before reluctantly pulling away. “And just what were we doing?”

“Well, you WERE next to a wedding chapel, but there was also a casino there and other shit too.” Chris had NO idea what mouth mistake he just made.

“Vegas is full of them, that’s not surprising.  I really don’t…remember much of that night, actually.  Long Island Iced Teas are the devil, by the way.”

Chris laughed, pulling her into a one-armed hug and nodded. “Yes, yes they are.  Even I know not to go near those damn things and I’m a Rockstar, baby!”

“With a huge ego.”

“HEY, Moxley, you wanna throw down?” Chris didn’t mean anything by it, grinning.

“Now THAT I would pay to see.” Delilah kissed Chris’s cheek and winked at Jon before going over to grab a bottled water out of his personal cooler.

Jon wasn’t worried about Chris’s mouth because Vegas was LOADED with chapels.  Those things made a killing off of spur of the moment weddings as well as people finding the cliché amusing and doing it there. “Yeah, you’d pay to see me bury this poor old man?  That’s rude, Del.  Chrissy here has a million kids.”

“Three, and not old.”

“You wear a fedora…and scarves.” And now apparently a sewn on ‘cod piece’ over his leather pants, that was just beyond disturbing.  Chris was battling middle age or something with a lot of…flair, that was for sure.

“Persona…” Not all of them lived it. He was a shorts and tank top or t-shirt kind of guy when he was off the road and at home. “Shut up.” He began laughing, shaking his head.

While they bantered, Delilah started thinking back to their time in Vegas, when all of this really began to happen between her and Jon.  Chapels…casinos…why did mentioning that bother her?  There was this feeling she couldn’t describe inside of her, like a niggle of information she was forgetting.  Now here Jon was, posting and splattering their relationship all over social media for the world to see, including her brother.  Sami…the one person who had been there for her throughout her entire wrestling career, her life, and he hated her because of the man she was with.  A man Delilah swore she’d never be with because she refused to be another notch on his belt.  And not only that, but she was in love with him and there was no turning back from that or changing it.  She had given her heart to him the same night she lost her brother…again, no changing it.

Anything.

There it was again – that damn word.

Delilah had spent years judging him for stuff based on his past.  The notch on his bedpost, the type of woman he was into, and then bundled that all up with her devotion to her brother and some misguided sense of not interfering with a bro code.  Sami himself had lost his temper over them and told her to go back to Kenny, who was ‘safe’.  Sami was a moron.  Jon loved his woman, but sometimes, he wanted to strangle her.  Maybe he would.  The next time he could convince her to down some Long Island Iced Teas, he’d fuck her from behind and see if she was into anal kinky sex.  It’d be a win-win.  He’d get his little fantasy of choking her out and she’d probably cum in buckets.  It’d be great!

That would NOT be happening for a very long time. 

Delilah was staying far away from those damn drinks that messed up her memory. “Almost time for my match.” She pulled Jon against her by the arm and leaned up, brushing her lips softly against his, smiling when he tried deepening it. “Ah-ah, later.  Go kick some ass.”

This was a pay-per-view event and they both had to be on their A game.  Ratings were good for AEW so far since its inception, but good wasn’t the same as great.  She wanted to be as great as WWE and she knew Jon felt the same way.  Walking out of the dressing room, Delilah jogged to gorilla position and once her music hit, it was game time.

“Would you believe Delilah is with the Purveyor of Violence, Jon Moxley?  I couldn’t believe it when I saw it just an hour ago on his Twitter account!”

“Hard to believe, Excalibur, and this is a big night for Delilah.  If she wins this fatal four way match, it will catapult her to the next level in the women’s division and put her in line for an AEW women’s championship title shot, no doubt!  Moxley though…”

“How ‘bout we focus on the match instead of gossipin’ or speculatin’ ‘bout her love life, gentlemen?” Good Ol’ JR, Jim Ross, suggested with a shake of his head, his eyes on the monitor watching Delilah make her entrance with a fierceness not very many women in today’s sport had.

Kenny thought she was winning tonight, but Delilah had to earn her way to the top and refused to take the title right out the gate.  Britt was a fantastic champion and deserved to hold the title longer, but that didn’t mean the women wouldn’t put on one hell of a match tonight.  Britt would be watching from the back with a big smile on her face, proud of the women’s division and how it was shaping up in AEW so far.

There was a reason Jon kept things to himself and kept up the ‘I’m a tech moron’ façade, just so he could avoid the public scrutiny and all that.  He was good with having a private life staying confidential, so that picture would be the only thing anyone got from him.  Jon was watching the match from backstage, chewing a bit obnoxiously on a large stalk of celery he had taken from Chris’s locker room.  He also had stolen the ‘bubbly’, that was in the bottom of his bag for later, waiting for Chris to realize it was gone, snickering slightly.  All that silver hair, he whistled around his mouthful of celery, knowing damn well that he was the last thing on Delilah’s mind right now; she was all business and it showed.

Everything else had to be shoved to the backburner, including these memories, this feeling, that kept popping up out of nowhere.  No, her main focus was Riho, Nyla Rose, and Yuka Sakazaki, wanting to make the women look as good as possible as well as herself.  They’d had countless matches together in the Indies, they knew each other and their styles very well and had amazing chemistry.  From the moment the bell rang, they took each other to the absolute limit, each woman showcasing what they could do in the ring.  Nyla Rose came out looking like a monster heel and Delilah, Riho, and Yuka were the fighters that refused to die, refused to give up.  In the end, Riho slapped her finisher on Yuka in the center of the ring and she tapped out before Delilah or Nyla could make the save.  Delilah had a slight bloody nose, thanks to one of Nyla’s elbows nailing her halfway through the match.

Even though she lost, she didn’t eat the pinfall, so that still made Delilah come out looking strong and a contender for the women’s title.  Delilah rolled out of the ring a few minutes later, gathering her wits, and held her fist up to the crowd, who gave her a standing ovation on a hell of a match against the other three women.  One day.  One day they would be standing and cheering for her as she held the AEW women’s championship.  Tilting her head back, Delilah made it through the curtain and was instantly given a towel by a stagehand, thanking them while pressing it to her nose. 

It wasn’t broken, thankfully.

From behind Moxley, Omega snorted and shook his head when the other man turned around.  His eyes narrowed in on the fresh piece of celery Jon procured from…he had no idea and didn’t want to know. “And here I thought they were going to cater to her right out the gate, glad to see the other rookies put her in her place.”

There Omega went with that rookie garbage again. “You know, Ty-dumb,” Jon was well aware the purposeful way he spoke, which was eccentric as hell, had an effect on people. “I’m starting to think you don’t, uh, like me.”

“I don’t.  I think you’re an overhyped, out of control, luna-” Kenny shut the hell up just in time to avoid getting prechewed celery in his open mouth.

Delilah spotted that and shook her head, heading right past the men to the trainer’s room.  Nyla was apologizing up and down for that stiff elbow and Delilah kept shrugging it off, not bothered by it in the slightest. “We’re not in this business to do ballet, sweetie.  It’s fine, it happens, and it just added more to the match.” Adding blood to a match, even if it was an accident, made it look more gritty and violent, which the fans loved.

Chapter 32

“I just hope I didn’t break your nose.”

“You didn’t, believe me.  It hurts, but I can still move it and the bleeding has already stopped.”

“Holy hell, what a great match you guys had out there!” Britt came running up with a concerned smile on her face. “Nose all right?  Want me to go get Mox for you?”

“Nope, he’s too busy having a pissing contest with Omega and I’ll leave him to it.”

“Geez, why can’t Omega just take the hint already and leave you alone?” Britt was curious how Delilah and Moxley got together, wanting to ask her friend about it, but she didn’t want to anger Delilah either. “You know, you could’ve told me about you and Mox.  I wouldn’t have told anyone, not even Ty.” She was referring to her husband, Kenny Cole, who was currently in the WWE on the NXT roster.

“I know, I’m aware, I just…” Delilah stopped and leaned back against the wall, pulling the towel away from her nose. “It’s really complicated with Jon and I’m afraid if I talk about it too much, something bad is going to happen.  The bubble will bust between us or something…” She started laughing, the sound somewhat sad and disbelieving. “You know what the funny part is?  I did everything in my power to push him away, to keep him friend-zoned.  I’ve known Jon since we were kids.  We grew up together.  And when we both got into the wrestling business, we partially did that as well, along with Sami, and now Sami hates me and thinks I betrayed him for being with Jon.  Sami was one of the reasons why I never pursued anything with Jon because they were best friends.  Then he comes back after leaving that prison in WWE and…he started pursuing me.  Calling me, facetiming me, inviting me out to his house in Vegas for Double or Nothing…my hotel reservation got fucked that weekend, so I had to stay at his house and one thing lead to another.  Before I knew it, a month had gone by with me staying with him in Vegas, attending shows, traveling together, and now we’re in a full-blown relationship that’s splattered all over social media.  His doing by the way, not mine.  Things are just moving at warp speed and there’s nothing wrong with that, but…usually when things go this fast, something bad happens, right?”

Jon may or may not have had a hand in what had happened that weekend with her reservation getting canceled.  He was totally NOT involved with that teenager hitting her Chevy Malibu, however, even he wasn’t that big of a douchebag.

“Uh,” Britt considered it, figuring nothing with Moxley was going to be lumped in the very broad range that was considered ‘normal’. “Sweetie, I hate to break it to you, but this is Mox.  I don’t think you’re going to get any answers from anyone…it’s just gonna…be whatever it is.” Because Jon was not a normal man by any stretch of the imagination.  He had been called a rookie and his response?  Sending the guy roses wrapped in barbed wire OUTSIDE of the ring and camera time.  Who did that?  Only crazy people. “I’d just enjoy the ride and see what happens.”

“You’re right, I’m just overthinking things like always.  Thanks, Britt.  I’m gonna go get my nose checked out and then watch my man kick some ass.”

They bumped fists before parting ways since Britt had to call her husband.  After being confirmed her nose wasn’t broken, just slightly bruised, Delilah went to the women’s locker room to get showered and changed, her stomach rumbling with life.  Her next stop was catering and, luckily, there was a monitor in there for her to watch Jon’s match, which was next.  Taking a seat near it, along with a few other AEW stars, she silently ate and watched, smiling at how much in his element Jon was again.  Dean Ambrose was long gone and dead – long live Jon Moxley.

Fuck him up, Mox! After the promo Joey Janella spewed about her man, she hoped he was ready for a night of pure pain and torture at the hands of the Purveyor of Violence.

Oh, he would.  He had purposefully avoided seeing Delilah after her match, aware of her presence while he had been heckling Omega.  They were at work and unless the moron went after her directly and actually harmed her…well, Jon saw no reason to interfere.  Delilah could have HIS balls on a silver platter, a moron like Kenny Omega was no big deal.  Also, he didn’t need Omega using Delilah against him, that would just be Omega signing his own death warrant because Jon was already borderline feral.

“You’re fucked in the head, Moxley!” Janella snarled once they were both in the ring, talking smack like he usually did.

“All part of my charm.” He had even remembered what he and Delilah had agreed upon, he’d be nicer to HIMSELF with barbed wire.  Not this guy though.

Baiting Jon wasn’t a smart thing to do.  Jon was a master of mind games and enjoyed playing with his opponents with his eclectic ways.  That was why he was so successful in this business.  NOBODY else could do what Jon did.  Nobody moved the way he did or wrestled the way he did.  Delilah wasn’t surprised to see Jon and Joey tearing each other apart, biting back a groan when barbed wire was introduced into the match.  If Janella wasn’t careful, Jon would rearrange his face.  Delilah’s phone buzzed and she looked down at it, sighing at the text message from her brother.

Great match, still pissed at you, sister.

That guilt was back and her eyes were no longer on the match, instead texting her brother back. I didn’t mean to sneak around and keep it from you.  I didn’t mean for any of this to happen, Sami.  It just did.

Sami sighed, not sure what to say.  He knew holding onto how Mox ‘used to be’ wasn’t right or fair on his part at all.  He also knew he couldn’t compare Moxley today to the Moxley from ten years ago, but at the same time…the man was insane and he DID have a reputation.  Maybe he wasn’t that way anymore, but that reputation was still there and it had been earned for a reason.

Why him? He honestly thought she was smarter than that.  Hell, Delilah had booted Kenny to the curb because he had gone to Japan temporarily and didn’t think long distance relationships worked in a business that was basically built on them.  So WHY did she go for the psycho from their childhood?

I love him.  I know it doesn’t make sense to you, but I do.  I’ve loved him since we were kids and I thought it was just some stupid crush a sister has on her brother’s best friend type deal.  It broke my heart when he left to go to WWE and when he came back, I did everything I could to push him away.  I tried, Sami…because of you.  You’re the only family I have left in this world and I didn’t want to fuck that up.  I didn’t want you hating me for being with one of your best friends, especially Jon. The heart wanted what the heart wanted, however, and it couldn’t be fought against.  Once that seed was planted, once she gave Jon a chance, that was all it took.  The walls and boundaries came crumbling down and she was the happiest she’d been in a very long time. Please brother, please don’t hate me for this.  I know you need time, but please don’t cut me out of your life all because I want to be with him.  He’s like a brother to you and your best friend, doesn’t that mean something too?  Don’t cut him out of your life either. While texting, tears spilled down her cheeks Delilah immediately wiped away, hating how emotional she was with her brother.

To be fair, Sami was pretty much reeling from her text messages because Delilah had ALWAYS been the strait-laced, smart, mother-henning one with a stick up her backside.  Everyone knew it.  She’d had a reputation for being almost cold, superficial because of the time she spent maintaining her carefully cultivated looks, and she rarely let that silver hair ‘down’.  Now – now, she was in LOVE with her polar opposite and it made absolutely no SENSE to him.  Jon had told her flat out that if Sami was willing to let this come between their friendship, maybe their friendship wasn’t as strong as Delilah insisted.  The fact that Sami was using their relationship as a way to put a wedge between himself and his sister also spoke volumes.

Good match, sis. Will talk later. He had a lot to think about and process.

Sighing heavily, Delilah set the phone on her lap and put her head in her hands, gripping her silver hair between her fingers.  She hated this.  She did not like being at odds with her brother and it was slowly tearing her apart.  Was this relationship with Jon really worth it?  Sami wasn’t just her family, he was her best friend and mentor, confidante…and she was hurting him by being with Jon.  Looking back at the monitor, her heart began pounding at the sight of Jon grabbing a bucket from beneath the ring and pulling out a white bag of what could only be one thing.

Thumbtacks.  Hundreds upon hundreds of thumbtacks were strewn in the middle of the ring.

Anything.

There it was again.  What did that mean?  Why did that word hold so much power over her?  Why did it make her stomach twist violently?  Did it have something to do with that night in Vegas?  Delilah did remember Jon asking her a question outside on the Strip and that had been her response, but nothing after that…just flashbacks of the raunchy, unbridled, mind-blowing sex they’d had for hours on end.  Maybe that was what she meant when she told him anything.  Jon won the match, after planting Janella feet first into the tacks, followed by a Paradigm Shift right on his head in the tacks.  She left catering, tossing her garbage away on the way out, deciding to get some fresh air and wait for him to meet her at the back exit.

Because she had been beyond lit and Jon had known to drink a LOT of water that night, refusing to deal with a horrible hangover the next day.  Some parts of the night were a little fuzzy, but for the most part, he remembered everything with perfect clarity.  Up until she nearly made him pass the hell out from that wicked blowjob where she had demanded he shoot his load right down the back of her throat.  For someone with a stick up her backside, Delilah was a freak in the bed.  He liked it.  Skipping the shower and grabbing his belongings, Jon made sure not to bust the bottle of that champagne he had lifted off of Chris.  Chris wouldn’t even notice since he had a case of the stuff and was basically hocking it on television.  Chris had his hustle on, that was for sure.

“Darlin’, we gotta go,” He laughed when he reached the back exit, spotting her once he had cleared that door, stopping at the look on her face. “Del?  What’s up?”

“Nothing, come on.” Delilah didn’t want to tell him about her text messages with Sami and sighed when he stopped her, standing in front of her. “Sami texted me saying I had a great match.  He watched it.” It meant the world to her that he’d even done that because of how angry he was with her for being with Jon. “I told him I know he needs time, but don’t cut me or you out of his life.  You’re like a brother to him and you two have been through a shit ton, both in and out of the business.” The amount of sadness radiating from her was powerful.  She had been so focused on this match with the other women, but now that it was over and Sami contacted her since their blowout, the guilt was starting to slowly seep into her all over again. “Anyway, great match against Janella tonight.  I enjoyed all the hardcore shit, shouldn’t you go get your back looked at from the thumbtacks?”

Jon figured Sami would get over it.  Sami had heckled Delilah for years over the stick in her backside and her mother-henning.  Putting her on a pedestal where she was this pristine, never meant to be touched object while he had been out whoring around.  The double standards were insane, women were allowed to date and have sex.

“Nah, the thumbtacks aren’t that bad and nothing a shower won’t fix at the hotel.” Turning, he showed her his back since he had come straight here from the ring, minus grabbing his bag on his way through.  He had a bunch of superficial cuts, but nothing major and blood was smeared everywhere but it was dry now. “How’s your nose?” There was some bruising, but it didn’t look broken. “That was a badass match between you and the gals, Del.” He had even seen most of it before her stupid ex had come trolling.

“My nose is fine, just bruised and Nyla feels terrible for what she did.  I told her we’re not doing ballet in this business and not to worry about it.” Delilah would have to go back to rewatch the match, like she usually did with every bout she had. “Thank you.  Hopefully, I feel the same way after watching it back myself…” Her fingers lightly brushed against the small superficial cuts on his back, wondering why he hadn’t showered and bandaged himself up first. “I love you, Jon.  No matter if Sami approves or not, if he cuts me out of his life, I’m not giving up what we have.” Leaning up, she softly kissed him and cupped his slightly bearded face, feeling his arm encircle her waist to pull her closer, to deepen the kiss. Just enjoy the ride and see what happens. Britt’s words echoed in her head and Delilah decided to do just that, slowly pulling back to stare into his beautiful blues. “Come on, time to go get your back treated and then something to eat.  I’m starving and I know you’ve gotta be too.”

Anything. It echoed in his mind whenever she said those three little words, knowing how dangerously close he was to having all this crashing down around him.  Jon, so far, had found out he had very few boundaries he wasn’t willing to cross, rules he wasn’t willing to break.  He had told her before he LIKED crossing those boundaries.  There was a major difference in teasing her with personal boundaries and then the other shit he had done, shit she could never know about. “I got a long-sleeved shirt in my bag, we can grab something to eat and then head to the hotel.” Because it seemed backwards the other way around and he also knew he was probably going to try fucking Sami and all that crap out of her mind.

Chapter 33

“Jon, it’s like 1,000 degrees out here!  You’re going to burn up in that.” Had he lost his mind or were his brains scrambled from his match with Janella? “Just…keep your shirt off and we’ll get room service.  It’s not a big deal.  And I got a text from the hotel and they fixed the AC in our room, thank god.” There was no way she could have sex with Jon with how hot it was in their room earlier.  Daytona Beach, Florida in the summer sucked!  At least in Vegas, it was dry heat, but the humidity here left little to be desired. “We can take a shower together, stuff our faces, and celebrate our victories tonight.” Even though she lost, Delilah felt like she was won due to how great the match was in general.

“Babe, it’s one of those really thin long-sleeved ones and I live in Vegas.” Jon had learned how to adapt to most heat, minus the Florida humidity, and that was mainly because he did not like having a swamp in his ass nor did he appreciate his usually clean balls smelling like a trailer park in the everglades.  Earlier, she had also said she wasn’t having sex with him because she wasn’t blowing out her thighs or something before a match.  Personally, he liked a pre-game workout of the sexual variety; it was more entertaining than his finger pushups and shadow boxing.  However, since she had sort of retracted her stick with that final offer, he grinned. “As M’lady wishes…” Maybe he’d order some tea, snickering at the thought.

The fact of the matter was having sex right before a match was not a smart idea at all.  Thighs could blow out very easily due to using those particular muscles.  Delilah refused to jeopardize her match for sex, bottom line.  Jon would have to deal with the way she did things.  That stick up her backside would not be removed fully, there were still quirks about her that would never go away.  Again, take it or leave it.  Delilah was not changing for anyone or anything in this world, not even Jon.  Not only did she refuse to have sex with him before Fyter Fest, but at the time, the air-conditioning in their room hadn’t been working, so she told him no sex until they were out of Jacksonville.  Now that the air-conditioning was fixed and the event was done, she had no problem letting Jon have his wicked way with her.  The moment they were back at the hotel in their room and set their gym bags down, Jon lifted her over his shoulder, carting her to the shower for cleansing and pleasure.

Jon already knew that whole stick in her backside was only valid while she was sober; he knew what a kinky, crazy little slut his woman could be and he meant that in the most respectful way ever.  He would never, ever use that word outside of his head because he liked his teeth where they were.  Nobody would ever say Delilah wasn’t a dangerous woman, it was all part of her charm.  Jon was humming her theme music under his breath while he palmed her backside with one hand, the other busy getting the water at the perfect temperature.

“I kinda like you in this position,” If she had been naked, he would have nipped her backside, grinning as he finally set her down.  His eyes narrowed in on her nose and surrounding area. “You want some salve after the shower for that?” It wasn’t broken, but he bet it was tender.

“Sure, it doesn’t hurt, but I know it’ll help tone down the bruising and swelling.”

Nothing makeup couldn’t cover up for a few days.  Then again, Delilah had nobody to impress and wore every bruise she got like a badge of honor, along with every scar.  She smiled at his thoughtfulness, undoing the cargo pants he wrestled in and kissed the middle of his hairy chest, pushing them down his muscular legs for him to step out of.  Jon had already taken his boots off after setting her down and proceeded to do the same thing to her, both undressing each other.  This time, Jon lifted her up by her outer thighs, her legs encircling his waist and stepped inside the shower with her pulling the curtain closed.

“You know, you got me all hot and bothered in that ring tonight.  Just like back in the day when I’d watch you destroy everyone in your path.  It turns me on watching you wrestle, Moxley.”

Jon bet if he poked her nose, it’d hurt and she’d backhand him.  He was getting another boner just thinking about it. “Explains why you were always so damn anxious around me.  I was getting you hot and bothered.” He chuckled, catching her hand before she could slap his cut up arm from the thumbtacks.  He extended that arm under the sprays, letting the water wash away some of the blood.  It didn’t even faze him, his eyes on her as she watched the superficial cuts being revealed. “Does it bother you?” He had even made sure not to go injuring himself on purpose after the last time. “Or maybe get you hot?”

“Both.” While she spoke, Jon had set her down as they washed each other, him first and then her. “Don’t get me wrong, I don’t like seeing you injured or anything like that.  But bleeding during your matches, and you’re the victor…I plead the fifth on that.  Watching you being beaten down while bleeding, on the other hand, not so much.” Squirting some body wash into the loofah sponge, she began watching his chest and arms. “I still remember being at your going away party, after the Evolve pay-per-view, and I couldn’t bring myself to say goodbye to you.  It hurt too much.  I honestly thought once you signed with the WWE, I’d never see you again.  I was happy for you, but not selfish enough to bombard you with my stupid feelings.  And then you left the WWE years later and walked right back into the same gym we spent countless hours in together and turned my world upside down all over again.  I didn’t want to feel that hurt and pain again when you went away again, so…that’s why I kept you at arm’s length for as long as I could.  I put up those boundaries because I was protecting myself…and I honestly thought all you wanted from me was a one night stand.  But what you did tonight with your social media account, posting a picture of us with Blue…it made me realize how serious you really are about us and this relationship.  Made me love you even more if that’s possible…” He didn’t want to hide it from the world that Delilah belonged to him and he belonged to her. “Sorry, Sami got me thinking a lot tonight, reflecting on the past and shit.”

So…she had never said anything about her feelings for him all those years ago and then essentially punished him for not telling him about her feelings and basically hurting herself.  Women were odder than him, namely this particular one. “Don’t apologize, I know shit isn’t going to be right in your world until this is mended between you and him,” And NOT by kicking Jon to the curb either.  He wasn’t about to allow that one to happen.  Delilah was stuck with him until death do they part, not that she remembered. “Darlin’, I know a decade ago, I was a whore,” He admitted it freely, but had changed on that aspect completely.  Being in a goldfish bowl taught him how to tamp down stuff.  It was probably good for him in the long run to be in WWE, the more he thought about it. “But that stopped a while ago, while no one was looking.”

Delilah hadn’t meant to punish him and would never have barriers up with Jon again.  They were all down and she had given everything to him, without realizing it.  Anything meant anything. “You think I don’t know that already?  You’ve changed, Jon.  Your eyes have only been for me since we reunited.  I was just too stubborn and blind to see it until…well, until that night in Vegas.” It still bothered her those memories were lost because she wanted to know everything they did that night together. “You’ve more than proven to me over the past month you’re faithful and loyal.  I don’t have any more doubts about that.  So, I’ve decided I’m giving my apartment up in Cincy and making Vegas my one and only permanent residence.  My life is with you and I want to build a future with you, with us both doing what we love most in this world.” She passionately kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck and felt him press her back against the shower wall. “You’re stuck with me, Mox.”

“I’m glad to hear that, Del, makes things easier on the kidnapping front,” Jon rumbled, meaning it as a joke, mostly.  He grinned when she laughed against his jawline, feeling one of her little hands snaking down between his legs.  As if he needed any coaxing, there wasn’t one thing about this woman that turned him off, including her occasional prissy attitude.  He just loved that too because it was a challenge, a tease at this point. “I love you,” Her hand was guiding him and then up on his shoulder as their bodies took over. “Mine.” He murmured, his lips brushing hers even as he slid inside her receptive body.

“All yours, Jon…” Delilah moaned out, moving in unison with him and once again surrendering everything she had.

~!~

WHAT THE FUCK? That was the only thought that came to Delilah as she stared at the letter in front of her, golden brown eyes wide as saucers.

Another month had gone by with Jon and Delilah growing closer, more intimate, and not a peep was heard from Sami.  Honestly, if her brother couldn’t be happy for her and get over his ego problem, that was on him.  He’d end up losing his sister, the only person who ever gave a damn about him, all because she had found happiness with his best friend.  Now, Jon was her best friend, mentor, and one of the only people she could rely on.  Britt was a close second on the list, followed by Brandi and a few others.  Kenny still baited her every chance presented to him, though he’d learned not to say anything when Jon was around.  The coward wanted nothing to do with the Purveyor of Violence, but he would not give up on getting Delilah back either.

That would never happen.

Sex with Jon was amazing, but it wasn’t just the sex that glued them together.  They enjoyed watching movies together, taking walks in whatever city or town AEW had them in, and their communication was on a par.  She had gone overseas with him to Japan for the G1 Climax tournament, which was very grueling and they had only been back home for a few days.  While over there, Jon even took her out on dates in their spare time, wining and dining her, as he liked to call it.  Her favorite by far had been when he surprised her by taking her out to the Red Rocks in Vegas, at night before they left for Japan, under the moon and stars in his truck.  He had a blowup mattress in the bed and they spent countless hours making love and talking, getting to know each other better.  Who would’ve thought making love in the desert would’ve been incredible?  Certainly not her!  Delilah and Jon could also talk for hours about wrestling, their favorites, the good old days in CZW with Sami, his time in the Puerto Rico, her time in Japan and other organizations while he’d been locked up in WWE. 

It was refreshing being with someone who was just as passionate about wrestling as her.

Their happiness was about to come to a screeching halt with the letter that had arrived that day, along with a document.  It was a marriage license…with her name on it and Jon’s.  When the hell did they get MARRIED?!  It did not take long for the pieces to align and that word that had been plaguing her for the past couple of months since that drunken night finally made sense.

Anything.

Delilah and Jon had gotten married, then spent countless hours having raunchy sex to consummate it.

The only question now was whether or not Jon knew about this the entire time or was he just as clueless and in a drunken stupor as she’d been?  Needing a drink, Delilah poured herself a shot of whiskey from the bar, then another, then downed a third just because she needed liquid courage.  Jesus Christ, what if Jon DIDN’T know about this?  Would he think she tried roping him into a marriage to take his assets or something?  Then again, an even darker thought crossed her mind and it made tears sting her eyes, not wanting to imagine the possibility. 

She did anyway. 

What if Jon DID know about this and didn’t tell her?  He wanted to break her boundaries down and had proclaimed that night what he wanted from her, which was her mind, heart, body, and soul.  ALL OF HER.  What if this was his way of pinning her down, keeping her tied to him?  What if he had taken her out for a night on the town, gotten her rip-roaring drunk with those Long Island Iced Teas, and coerced her into marrying him?  That called for a fourth shot and she put the whiskey away, looking down at her shaking hands.  Christ, how did Delilah even BEGIN having this conversation with him when he returned from his biking excursion in the desert?

There was only one person to call about this and Delilah didn’t waste time, carrying the marriage license with her upstairs to the bedroom she shared with Jon. “Britt…” She sniffled out, unable to keep the tears at bay. “I fucked up.  I fucked up really bad, girl…”

“Yeah?  How?” Britt could hear the tears, frowning a bit because Delilah was not someone who cried.  In fact, she was pretty rigid about keeping issues to herself, so the fact Delilah had called, crying no less, told her she was about to hear something horrible.  Then Delilah dropped the biggest bomb EVER and she sputtered on the water she had been drinking. “I’m sorry, you did what?” There was no way she had heard that correctly.  Delilah, strait-laced, rigid, Delilah…had married the king of crazy?  No way! “Um, I’d say congratulations, but you don’t sound very happy, did you not want this?” Oh god, what if Jon forced her into it?!

“N-Not this soon!!  I-I’ve never even thought about marriage!!”

Delilah had to calm down because it felt like her heart was going to give out or leap out of her chest from how fast it was pounding.  It felt like it was drums in her ears.  Teardrops landed on the marriage certificate as she set it aside, not wanting to ruin it more than she already had.  Drawing her knees up to her chest, Delilah held the phone to her ear while Britt calmed her down, finally asking the inevitable question.

“Do you think Jon knows about this and tricked you or something?  I know you love him, sweetie, but…I wouldn’t put it past him to pull some bullshit like this either.” Britt wanted to support her friend, but everyone knew Jon’s reputation. “You said you didn’t remember some of what happened that night.  Does he?  Does he remember everything?”

“I-I don’t know.  God, I hope not.” What if Britt was right?  Was Jon really crazy enough to do something like get her liquored up and marry her? “He’s out right now biking through the desert, so when he gets home, we’re sitting down and having a very LONG talk about that night.” She wanted to know everything, including whether or not he knew about the marriage. “I gotta go.  I’ll call you later or tomorrow.  Thanks Britt.”

“Hey, keep me in the loop, and if you need me to come help move you out, I will.” Britt left her with that parting offer before murmuring her goodbye, exhaling slowly.  That was crazy!

Considering she had said she wasn’t holding his past against him, Jon wouldn’t have been very pleased to hear that conversation.  Even for him, that was extreme.  Totally true, he’d deny it until the day he died though because it was just rude, people assuming he would do something like that.

Chapter 34

About an hour later, Jon was ambling inside, heading straight for the fridge and the water.  That had been a great ride, a great workout, and he stood there chugging the water.  He glanced to his right, let out what may have been a startled squeal and water shot out of the bottle to the ceiling. “What the fuck, Del?!” She had NOT been there a second ago!

Delilah was a lot calmer after taking a cold shower, the whiskey doing absolutely nothing to settle her nerves.  Nothing would help that right now.  All she wanted was the truth and she hoped Jon gave it to her.  She wasn’t holding the past against him, she meant that when she said it, so she was going to give him the benefit of the doubt.  He had ONE CHANCE to explain this or else she would leave and never look back, no matter how much she loved him.

“This came in the mail today,” She handed the documents to him, trying like hell not to let fresh tears sting her eyes and watched his own widen. “That night in Vegas…we apparently got married.  We’ve been married this whole time…” Delilah was going to lose it, already feeling the emotions welling up inside of her. “Did you know about this?  Because my memory is blank besides the flashbacks of sex we had.”

GODDAMN IT! Jon had been hoping she wouldn’t get the mail before him.  It was always touch and go on what time it arrived.  He just stared down at that paper, his entire face blank as he read and reread it, confusion building in his eyes before he finally looked at her.  He gave her a lopsided, mildly puzzled grin. “Darlin’, if this is a joke…” He trailed off at her firm headshake to the negative on that, frowning and took it from her, reading it properly.  It even said the TIME they got married and he blinked, that was just insane.  He could act with the best of them. “Delilah…I’m honestly surprised we made it back here alive…” Because he was a terrible designated driver. “I…” He looked from the paper to her and back again, his frown deepening. “I remember kissing you on the Strip and we were talking…a bit about coming home and then when we got here…” He’d never forget that part of their night, ever.

Why would she joke about something this serious?  She wasn’t the type of person to do that!  Too strait-laced with a stick up her backside – HELLO! “We were outside of a chapel, I remember that.  I remember you kissing me, telling me you wanted all of me, and said I’d do anything for you…and that’s it.  That’s all I remember from the Strip.  I’ve had flashbacks of us sleeping together from that night too and I’ve tried jogging my memory to remember that night, but I can’t.  I fucking hate Long Island Iced Teas…” Never again, she would never touch one of them again as long as she lived!  Married…she was a married woman and frowned, not sure how to feel about that.  Did that make her Delilah Good instead of Delilah Johnston now? “We need to figure out what to do about this, Jon.  An annulment is out of the question because we consummated, right?  So, we’d have to go for a full-blown divorce…” Christ, that would cost an arm and leg too!

She had LOVED those Long Island Iced Teas, sucking them down like they were Gatorades, against his advice.  Jon HAD warned her…but he had also enjoyed seeing her without the stick in her backside, the anxiousness, that had been a whole new experience.  It was just a shame that the only time she truly let her hair down and all her reservations go was when she was blackout drunk.

“I have no idea how it works, darlin’.” Jon informed her, using a towel to clean the water off the floor from where he had spilled it before walking around to stare down at her. “Is this all that came in?” At her nod, he frowned. “So, if anything was changed, that shit isn’t here yet?” And she would probably need the new ID and social security card to do anything. “Or maybe I changed my last name…Jon Johnston, fuck all, I hope not!” Playing the part to a T, I should get an Oscar for this performance!

“You and me both.  I don’t see you doing something like that, drunk or otherwise.” Jon had too much pride to take the last name of a woman. “I have a feeling I’m…Delilah Good now.” She was thinking along the same lines as him, changing her information to match the marriage or else a divorce would not be able to happen.  Why did the thought of divorcing Jon leave her chest feeling tight?  Did she want to be married to him? “I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking letting something like this happen…” Wiping a few stray tears away from her cheeks, Delilah felt drained and walked over to stare out the window, wrapping her arms around herself.  How did a person get married and not remember anything about it? “What should we do about this, Jon?”

“I don’t know, Del,” Jon had moved to the upstairs bar since he had one downstairs in his basement.  This little bar held basics and he made himself a Jack, neat, on ice, filling that tumbler to the brim. “Right now, I’m a bit…shocked, I guess, that we did that.  I know we were pretty lit…” Beyond lit, actually, and he made a face, hearing her ‘anything’ in his head again before taking a long swallow, gritting his teeth as the whiskey washed over his tongue. “I love you, Delilah.” He stated simply because it was the truth and all he could say. “If you really want to find a way to end this, we can, but…I’m gonna wind up proposing to you anyway if things keep on the way they are.” So really, no point in divorcing.

“Really?” Her heartrate accelerated at his firm nod while he nursed that drink and chewed her bottom lip thoughtfully. 

Two months…they’d only been together for two months!  They weren’t even together when they got married either!  But the way he said he loved her and admitting he had marriage on the brain…did she really want to divorce the man she loved?  They had skipped several steps by going to a chapel in Vegas, but maybe it was for the best.  She had already told him she was getting rid of her apartment in Cincinnati too, wanting to build a life with him here.  Building a life included marriage and starting a family…whenever that time came.  No way was she ready for babies, not when her career was on fire.  Jon was right…again.  Why would they get divorced, only to turn around ‘when the time was right’ to get married again?  Delilah Good…that sent a wave of warmth through her and she looked down at her left hand, knowing they’d have to get rings since neither had one. 

Moving away from the window, she walked up to him and slid her hands up his still slightly damp chest from the Vegas hot sun. “So, you want to be married to me then?  You want me to be Mrs. Jonathan David Good?  Or maybe you’re right, maybe you’re Jonathan David Johnston.” That made her giggle and Jon groan, her brown eyes twinkling up at him. “I do admit, Delilah Anne Good has a nice ring to it.” Delilah took his drink, sipping from it, and set it on the counter before gaining his undivided attention. “I love you too.”

So, Jon was a pretty big scumbag.  He had known for a while he wanted Delilah; he had also known he had feelings for her, which had been more than enough to get him to do what he had done.  He was NOT insane enough to think he was about to knock her up, not when they both had launched their careers in AEW and all that.  No, a baby would screw her life up because wrestling was her life, and he was too crazy, too wild, and way too selfish to have a baby.  Unless he thought he needed it to convince her to stay with him or something, then he couldn’t vouch for what he’d do.  Jon was a bit…odd, after all.

“Should I take you ring shopping, darlin’?” He asked, no idea he had sort of read her mind.

“You need a ring too, you know, but…” Delilah was thinking about being in the ring, knowing she couldn’t very well wear it while she wrestled.  Hell, jewelry in general could easily be lost.  When they were home relaxing from the road, that was one thing, but while on the road, wearing rings was just asking for trouble. “Actually, I have a better idea.” She took his left hand and brushed her lips against his ring finger, wondering if he’d be game to do what she had in mind. “We can get rings to wear when we’re at home, but on the road, I don’t think that’s the best idea, so…why not get something more permanent?  Would you be against getting matching ring tattoos with me?” They had a few days off, they could easy find a tattoo shop on the Strip and get it done before heading back on the road.

Just like that, Jon was even more in love with this woman.  If he had to, he would knock her up just to keep her tied to him for the rest of her life.  A tattoo…she had just given him a boner and he groaned, following her gaze down because she was kind of near his backside.

“On behalf of my dick, that’s an awesome idea and we should go right now, or after a shower.” Maybe a hand session before he couldn’t use it anymore, thanks to that tattoo.  He had, as weird as it probably sounded, never gotten a tattoo, at all.  Jon knew that probably struck some people odd given who he was, but…he hadn’t.

“A shower first, I know you need one and, as much as I want to join you, I’ll look up tattoo parlors on the Strip and find the best rated one.” It would give Jon some time to mull this over in his head just in case he changed his mind and wanted to get a divorce.  From the look in his electric blue eyes, the way they ignited at her tattoo suggestion…there was no way he’d do it.  There was always that small chance, though. “Go on.  If I join you, we’re not leaving this house for the rest of the day and night.  When we get back, we can have as much sex as you want, my husband.” Wow, that felt weird and amazing calling him that for the first time and those eyes ignited once again, making her heart race. “I’ll take Blue out to potty too.  Now go get ready.”

Jon practically raced to the shower, figuring he could dine, tattoo, and THEN wine her tonight, sort of relive their wedding night only he’d keep the Long Islands out of her grasp.  At least until Delilah had knocked back some of her favorite bourbon.  He made a mental note to pick that up since it was her favorite, though he knew she tolerated whiskey, which was very close to bourbon.  Jon also took the moment to breathe, not believing he had just gotten away with what he’d done.  He would need to get a few things out of the safe that only HE had a key to and get rid of it.  Easy enough, he’d just have a bonfire and burn some things, it’d be fine.  Those rings, those were gone too.  He’d bury them in the desert or…he’d take them in his pocket and just drop them down a gutter in the city.

Lady luck was on Jon’s side with this whole ordeal because, if Delilah ever found out the truth of the matter, it would crush her.  She would’ve kicked the hell out of him and then…probably end up staying with him in the end.  Love made people do stupid, crazy things, like getting drunk and married on a whim.  Only a lunatic would pull the stunt he did, all to keep a woman with him he was interested in and now loved.  The problem was Delilah had loved Jon from childhood, hid her feelings for him well, and now that they were together, married, she was completely in love with him.  She was in love with a man who had manipulated and coerced her into what he wanted in a drunken state.  And she had no idea by not only accepting this marriage, but also offering to get matching ring tattoos, the possession within him had exploded and expanded into new territory and rose to greater heights.

Now that Delilah had a moment to herself, she started thinking about how they were going to tell everyone.  Sami was going to be absolutely livid when he found out they had eloped in Vegas while they were both drunk out of their minds.  Britt knew, but the woman wasn’t very judgmental and supported Delilah, no matter how insane she had become since Jon entered her life.  Delilah changed into a silver halter top that exposed her bare back, along with a pair of black jean shorts and black sandals.  It was scorching in Vegas and she had picked out the best tattoo parlor the Strip had to offer, making an appointment for them two hours from now.  Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun on top of her head and she added large silver hoop earrings, along with doing her makeup.  Nothing over the top, just foundation, black liner, gloss, mascara, and a hint of blush.  Jon stepped out of the shower just as she finished applying more gloss, smiling at him through the reflection in the mirror of her vanity.  He’d gotten it for her since she had to leave the one she had in Cincinnati behind and loved it.

“Damn, I guess I know to dress up a bit.” He chuckled, reaching for a towel to begin drying himself off as he watched her do her makeup.  

Tempted to mess it all up, that would delay the tattooing and he desperately wanted a wedding ring tattoo on her finger, and his of course.  Jon slipped into their bedroom, rifling until he found a pair of decent looking blue jean shorts and a white beater.  He had been planning on workout shorts, probably not a good idea since she looked fantastic.  Slipping on a bit of jewelry, he hunted for a light gray, short-sleeved dressy type of shirt, shrugging it on and smiled when she came in, whistling at the entirely finished product.

“Looking good, Mrs. Moxley.”

Her cheeks flamed up at that and she supposed it worked, even though she wasn’t married to his wrestling persona, only the man. “Don’t you mean Mrs. Good?” He shrugged, busy finishing up buttoning up the shirt and Delilah devoured him visually, walking up to slide her hands up his shirt covered chest until they rested on his broad shoulders. “You don’t clean up so bad yourself, Mr. Good.” Her back was completely exposed besides the strip of material around her waist, so she had no bra on.  The halter top had a built-in one, so there was no need and it hugged her like a second skin. “That’s going to take some getting used to.” Being referred to as his wife that is. 

Leaning up, she wrapped her arms around his neck to softly kiss him, moaning as Jon deepened it instantly.  They both stood there for a good ten minutes in their bedroom, both lost and consumed with each other, simply sharing a searing, hot kiss.  Everyone called him Mox or Moxley, rarely did anyone except her actually used his birth name and, at this point in his life, he was pretty sure he wouldn’t even answer to it.  He was just that used to hearing Mox and Moxley.  Blue barking at them had him breaking the kiss with a grin, glancing at his buddy.

“Saved from mussing you up by the dog…” Jon rumbled, running his thumb along her bottom lip carefully, wiping away the bits he may have smudged. “Blue, you’re a cockblock.”

Blue just yipped, wagged his tail, and took off.

“Let’s go, Mrs. Moxley.” Jon couldn’t help himself, lacing his fingers through hers and led the way out of their bedroom. “Might as well get used to it now, babe, because once people learn about this, that’s what they’re gonna call you.” Or stupid, Sami might call her stupid.  Sami was his brother-in-law and Jon inwardly giggled, knowing Sami was going to try to kill him for real now.

Oh, and his buddy Omega, couldn’t forget him.  Now that fucksicle would know Delilah was REALLY off-limits.

Chapter 35

The rings were simple and beautiful, hers a little flashier than Jon’s. 

It was a simple princess cut black diamond ring on a platinum band.  The price made Delilah’s eyes nearly fall out of her head, but Jon wanted her to have the best and to pick out what she wanted.  She tried to pick something less expensive, but Jon wouldn’t let her, letting her know it was all right.  This was her wedding ring and she’d only wear it at home, not on the road.  His was a black titanium band with a simple diamond in it, very durable.  After spending a truck load at the jewelers with the rings on their fingers, it was time to hit the tattoo parlor. 

They both picked out an elegant, small, barbed wire design that would wrap around their finger entirely.  It was perfect for both of them considering the world they came from and they lived in now.  Each held the other’s hand while the tattooing commenced, talking to each other since it was a very DELICATE part of the body being inked.  She had gone first and was admiring the tattoo while Jon got his, the black diamond ring on her right ring finger since nothing could go on her left one until the tattoo was healed.

As far as he was concerned, he was NEVER getting married again.  This was IT for him.  SHE was IT for him.  Since he had deprived Delilah of a proper wedding and reception, the honeymoon and all that jazz, he wasn’t about to skimp on her wedding ring.  Though, Jon also had zero regrets about their wedding night, they had gone buck wild.  If she let him get her buzzed and relaxed a second time, he’d do it all over again, including revisiting her delicious backside.  He doubted she was going to be game for that one totally sober.

“Not gonna lie, this is kind of erotic,” Jon informed his wife, hearing the tattooist chuckling, no doubt the man had heard a LOT of weird things in his profession. “I can see why Calaway got them everywhere…” It was a bit of a boner inducer.  Jon was also a bit turned on by pain in general.

“Why does that not surprise me?”

Calaway?  It took a minute for her brain to register who he was referring to.  The Undertaker Mark Calaway.  A legend in the business.  Possibly the greatest of all time, even though he was under Vince McMahon’s thumb.  He had stuck with WWE throughout his entire career, that was not a small or easy feat to reach.  She had a lot of respect for him and Jon did too.

“Pain has always turned you on.  I’ll reap those benefits later once we’re out of here.”

Maybe they’d go back home and go buck wild on each other, just like they did the night they got married.  Delilah really wished with her whole heart and soul she could remember that night because that was something that only happened once.  Consummating a marriage only happened once and it was a shame she could only remember bits and pieces of it.

“This design turned out amazing.”

Jon would never tell Calaway to his face that he was ‘stuck’ anywhere because the man had the weirdest – coming from Jon of all people – relationship with the McMahon’s out of anyone.  It was like they leeched off of each other in a sick, never planning on getting old, sort of way.  He definitely did NOT want that kind of relationship with the McMahon’s, that was very much akin to an abusive, one-sided love affair and he was only into being abused by his wife.

“It did, I like it.” It suited them.  Jon had thought she might add a girly touch or something, like a rose or a heart, but no.  Delilah was nothing like other women, thank the stars! “So, dinner and some drinks after this or are you feeling like a cheap date tonight, wifey?”

“Cheap date?”

“Yeah man, maybe she wants to grab In and Out burger and some bitch beers, cheap date.  I’m offering her steak, lobster and wine,” Jon bantered with the artist easily enough, glancing up at Delilah who looked somewhat amused. “Or we can repeat ourselves and have those teas again…” He had NOWHERE to duck or dodge without getting this tattoo messed up and had to take the smack upside his head like a man. “Ow…”

“I am NEVER drinking those evil things again, hubby.” She sneered playfully, shaking her head at the grin stretched across his face. “You’re lucky it was you I married that night and not some hobo or something.” Delilah murmured against his lips before softly kissing him.  Just a simple peck, nothing passionate because she didn’t want his tattoo screwed up.  They had to match perfectly. “And as far as your proposal goes, you know I’m always up for a cheap date.  I really don’t think we’re dressed to have steak, lobster, and wine at some fancy restaurant.  That’s not us.  Whiskey, beer, greasy cheeseburgers with fries is more up our alley…and I can make today my cheat day.” She was on a strict diet and only allowed herself one cheat day a week, taking care of her body to the best of her ability.

“You are dressed to go anywhere,” Delilah looked divine in that outfit, maybe a little on the showy side, but this was Vegas. “And a hobo?  Seriously?  This is Vegas, it’d be some homeless guy.  Or gal.”

“I got a really dark joke for you…”

“Uh, don’t say it out loud.” Jon leaned in as he was whispered the joke, blue eyes going wide at that one. “Two handles!” He wheezed, shaking his head because that had been really terrible and not polite at all.  Jon was still laughing even once the tattoo was finished, snickering as he paid for the work and included a hefty tip, just because that had been hilarious. “You ready, babe?” These tattoos, when they hit the itchy stage, were going to SUCK.

It would be more than worth it too. “Lead the way, handsome.” She took Jon’s offered hand, the one that wasn’t freshly inked, and he was gentle with hers since it was her left hand that had been inked too.  Together, they walked out and hopped into the truck, buckling up. “I’m wearing jean shorts and so are you, there’s no way we’d be allowed in a place unless it’s Outback Steakhouse or something like that.” The lightbulb came on and Jon grinned at her, making her smile in return. “I don’t know if I like that twinkle in your eyes, my husband.  Care to enlighten me on what you’re thinking?”

“We’re going to where we had what I affectionately refer to as ‘our first date’ and I believe you called it friends just going out.” And look at how THAT had panned out for her!  She had wound up marrying her ‘friend’ and he laughed outright when she groaned.  It had been a decent place, great food, and plenty of drinks.  There had even been music and live entertainment inside the casino.  Nothing fancy, but they’d be allowed in. “No teas this time, promise.” Jon even crossed his heart with his fingers. “Come on, wifey, we’re married and now it’s like double official.” They had tattooed rings and proper rings! “This just feels like capping it all off.”

“You really are a romantic at heart, aren’t you?” He brought her hand up gently to kiss the back of it, recalling the place he was talking about.  It was nice, not too upscale, and she couldn’t think of one reason to dispute it. “You want to relive that night, just the right way.” He nodded and she cupped his face with her hand, her finger wrapped in saran, so it was completely covered and moist from the ointment the artist put on it.  The smile on Jon’s face made her insides turn to mush and she felt her phone buzz, seeing it was a text message from Britt. Everything is fine, we talked and decided to leave the marriage how it is.  We got matching rings and ring tattoos today.  I’ll send you a pic later.  Love ya! Britt was either going to think she was completely insane, considering she had broken down earlier over the news, and now she was all for it. “I’ll shut my phone off because tonight is about us, nobody else.”

Completely insane, well not totally, but a little off her rocker!  Britt had to read and reread that text message wondering how rigid Delilah had gone from a crying breakdown over this ‘mistake’ to TATTOOED wedding rings!  She couldn’t follow the logic.  However, when people were in love, logic usually wasn’t involved. Congrats! She sent back before going to make love to her own husband, getting their marriage back on track.

Jon WAS romantic and a little crazy because he found it amusing, revisiting their steps from that night, what steps they remembered anyway.  He now had a story and was sticking to it; he HAD been drinking that night, a lot, but he had also been chugging water because hangovers were a bitch.  But, for the sake of his now accepted marriage, he was going with ‘very, very drunk’.

“And now, off to dinner.” His own cell was usually on mute and in his back pocket.  

Grinning, he led the way back to the truck, not believing how everything had just fallen into his lap.  If Jon was smart, he would not retrace ALL of their steps because there was a chance Delilah could get those memories back if he pushed too hard.  If he didn’t want her remembering what truly happened, he wouldn’t take her to the chapel they were married in.  Delilah was all smiles as they drove to the restaurant, jamming out to classic rock and taking in the beautiful lights since the sun set on the horizon.  Vegas really was a world all in its own and Delilah couldn’t get enough of it; Cincinnati was boring compared to this place.  Jon pulled into the parking lot and cut the ignition, walking around to open her door for her to help her out of the truck with a smoldering kiss.

“Mmm, keep that up and we won’t bother with dinner and skip straight to dessert, my handsome hubby.” He wiggled his brows at her and shook his head, guiding her inside for a delicious meal.

Jon was smart, he had no intentions of getting her blackout drunk on Long Island Iced Teas and then heading off to that chapel.  He had every intention of getting her buzzed on her bourbon and maybe some beer, going in the opposite direction of their wedding site if she wanted to do a walkabout, then taking her home and fucking her into next week.  Jon was a simple man, with simple tastes, and a devious mind.

“We could always take some dessert home with us, I don’t mind using your body as a buffet.”

Jon could cram some deliciousness in some interesting places and eat it from her while just eating her.  He was so glad he was now sitting at a table because he had just given himself an issue.  This woman was a walking issue for him because he had never had so many hard-ons in his life.  Her cheeks grew hot at that suggestion and it was a good thing the waiter hadn’t come to take their order yet.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t.” She murmured, opening her menu to look at what they had to offer. 

Her eyes narrowed on the Long Island Iced Teas, immediately moving to the food.  However, they had a delicious looking sunrise margarita she wouldn’t mind trying.  That wasn’t nearly as strong as a Long Island iced tea and would give her a nice buzz.  The waiter came over a few minutes later, they put their orders in, including that sunrise margarita, and then left them to simply look at each other.

“This has been a whirlwind of a day, huh?  Finding out we got married, getting rings and matching tattoos instead of a divorce…” Jon took her hand, kissing the back of it. “What are we gonna tell people?  How do you want to do it?” Her brother…that was who Delilah dreaded telling above everyone else and she already knew Britt would keep it secret.

Very few mixed drinks were as strong as those teas, thanks to the variety of alcohols in said tea.  How they managed to make them taste so good was beyond him, but he also wasn’t bitching.  Jon owed those shady, creeper drinks a lot. “Do you want to tell people?” He asked calmly, glad they had cups of water at least and took a sip of his, studying their linked hands together thoughtfully.  Jon had just literally posted on social media, which was a big thing for him since he was working at maintaining his tech-idiot façade, of them with Blue in Vegas.  If only all those people could see his gaming setup.  Only Del knew about it and she had been surprised. “I mean, the tattoos are a pretty big giveaway, but…at the end of the day, it’s our business.”

He was right, it was their business, but she had already lied to her brother about sleeping with Jon.  That damn guilt was back and Jon had posted that picture of them with Blue on social media for the world to see.  People would easily put two and two together as soon as their tattoos were showcased on television.  They couldn’t be hidden forever, not even taping up their hands.  There was also Kenny Omega, who wouldn’t leave her alone and she was afraid what he might do when it came out she was married to Jon.

“We have to tell Sami.  Anyone else can just find out on their own, I guess, but Sami can’t be left in the dark again.  Britt already knows too, I sorta called and freaked out to her when I discovered the marriage license, but I trust her.  She’ll keep it to herself.” Except her husband. “We can just tell people that are important to us and the others can find out on their own.” It wouldn’t be hidden for long.

Jon wasn’t trying to hide anything.  That tattoo would be spotted and speculated on.  He had what he wanted and that was her.  Everyone else could be left to their speculation as far as he was concerned.  If Omega decided not to take the hint, Jon would just wrap barbed wire around his throat and strangle him painfully to death, problem solved.

“You want to tell Sami in person?” He bet Sami would try knocking him out.  He had gotten one single text since going ‘public’ with Delilah and it had been: How could you do this? Since he hadn’t had anything nice to say at the time, Jon hadn’t replied to it.  Telling Sami he loved Delilah was likely to be met with the same garbage he got a lot, which was he wanted to fuck her and discard her when he was done playing.

“That probably wouldn’t be a good idea.” Delilah decided to just rip the band-aid off and pulled her phone back out, scrolling to Sami in her text messages. Jon and I got married today.  Just thought you should know before it’s all over social media because we got matching ring tattoos. She showed the text to Jon to make sure it sounded all right and as soon as he nodded, the sent button was pressed. “I don’t want to hide this from anyone.  I’m your wife and you’re my husband, that’s the way it is.  And tomorrow, I’ll start the process of changing my driver’s license and social security card and any other bills I have to my new last name.” No longer was she Delilah Johnston – she was Delilah Good from today onward. “I’m gonna have to go pack up my apartment on our next days off though…” She’d already given a 30-day notice to her landlord, so everything had to be out of there, along with a thorough cleaning, or else she’d lose her deposit on the place.

Chapter 36

“Darlin’, I’d hold off on the paperwork.  We don’t know what else might be coming in the mail over the next week.”

Jon knew social security cards took about six to eight weeks, but he wasn’t sure on the rest and frowned, shaking his head.  He wasn’t out to hide it from anyone, but he wasn’t about to run and shout it from the rooftops either.  Jon valued his privacy, he had too many crazy fans out there.  Texting Sami didn’t feel right either and, honestly, given how she had railed at him about Sami being his best friend and all that, he figured she would prefer to tell her brother in person.  It never occurred to Jon that Delilah might actually be scared or she had finally stopped caring about what Sami thought.

“We got a few days,” He reminded her, watching as a waitress finally approached them.  He already knew what he wanted, which was a few things he always liked, or a combination of them. “We could go out tomorrow and do it.” Fly out more like.

“You mean when we got married at the chapel?  You think I filled out the paperwork there for it to be filed like the marriage license?” Jon nodded and it just solidified for Delilah how truly drunk they were that night.  How could they do these crazy stuff and not remember any of it?  Delilah released his hand to take a sip of her margarita, groaning at how good it was.  It was in a fancy fishbowl type of glass too with an umbrella and some fresh fruit on top. “Oh man, this is so good!  And I think we should hold off going to Cincinnati until our next days off.  We just found out we got married, so I’m feeling selfish and want you all to myself until we have to go back on the road.” Also, yes, she was terrified of facing her brother and knew a text message was cowardly, but at least he’d be the second person to find out about their marriage instead of with the rest of the world.

Jon wasn’t saying she had, but he knew she had, so he figured…since neither of them ‘remembered’ it, it might’ve been a safe bet to assume they had gone whole part and parcel, which they had.

Sami was blowing her cell phone up, even though she had shut it off, not that he knew that.  The fact that she hadn’t had the balls to come tell him face to face was NOT his sister!  This was Moxley’s influence!  Moxley’s Messies, the old joke about Jon’s women was NOT a joke, especially where it concerned his sister.  She had gone from not overly caring about their childhood friend and keeping him at arm’s length to being his dog.  It made no sense!  Good thing Delilah turned her cell phone off because Jon would’ve smashed it if he heard half the things Sami had screamed into her voicemail.  Calling her every name in the book and spewing vile, hateful things that no brother should ever say to his sister.  Sami didn’t care and booked a flight for Vegas, refusing to let his sister be married to a manwhore like Jon Moxley! 

It wasn’t happening, not unless it was over his dead body!

Delilah was all smiles and feeling like she was on cloud nine, the Vegas night air washing over her as soon as they left the restaurant.  Jon, once again, had drank water after his one drink while she had had three of those sunrise margaritas.  Delilah wasn’t drunk like she had been off the Long Island Iced Teas, but she was very tipsy and horny, kissing Jon’s neck the entire ride back home and stroking him through the jean shorts he had on.

“Your wife demands to be fucked, Mr. Good.” She purred in his ear, nipping it with her teeth and knew that’d get a rise out of him.  His neck and ears were sensitive areas she had discovered and attacked when she wanted sex.

Never once did she check her phone or else she would’ve known Sami was on his way to Vegas and would arrive sometime in the early morning hours.

Tonight, Jon hadn’t been fucking around about his designated driver status, not like the last time where he definitely shouldn’t have been driving home.  While not blackout drunk, he had been drunk, nevertheless.  Well over the legal limit.  He planned on slamming a few drinks when they got back to the house, maybe, if this wench could keep her damn claws off his cock for five seconds.  The way she was going for his neck and ears told him he’d be lucky to get into the front door with his shorts still up.  Jon barely got them home in one piece, tossing her pert, teasing backside over his shoulder and carted her inside.  He could feel her groping his own as he went to grab himself a quick drink, shaking his head at her demands to be put down while slamming it, the hand around her palming her backside.

“You’re being very naughty, Del, you know what happens to bad girls, right?”

Delilah giggled wickedly, not giving him a response and moaned when he smacked her backside, one cheek then the other. “You should be naughty with me, Jon honey…” She smacked his own backside for good measure, making him slam that drink with her still over his shoulder.  Was this how it was the first time they had sex after getting married?  Did Jon go all caveman on her?  Delilah longed to remember it instead of just tidbits and managed to squirm, with her own strength, off his shoulder to land on her feet in front of him. “Is this what you did that night you claimed me?” Her brown eyes were nothing more than smoldered gold, the flecks in them ignited, while her hands busied unfastening the buttons on his shirt to push it off his shoulders. “Show me…show me what happened the night I became yours.”

“You’re gonna be on your knees a lot, darlin’…” Jon forewarned her, knowing the woman had a kinky side.  There had been a lot of give and take that night.  

Sometimes he went buck wild on her and other times she was demanding he shoot a load down her throat, in her pussy…she had even begged for him to take her backside, but drunk Jon had still known that was a bad idea without any type of prep and restraint.  Instead, he had done other things to her backside with his tongue.  He stepped back to refill his drink while she considered all that, seeing the wickedness forming in her eyes.

“Mmm, sounds good to me.  I don’t mind being on my knees for you, my husband.” Standing between his legs, Delilah waited for him to take a pull from his drink before capturing his lips, sharing it with her as the kiss grew heated in mere seconds. “In fact, you can do anything you want to me.  I trust you.” Reaching behind, she undid the ties of her halter top around her neck and then loosened the rest of it, letting it fall from her body to the floor.  Her hair was taken down moments later, the band being tossed to the side and Delilah shook it a little, letting it pool over her shoulders and down her back. “Just like this, right?” Jon’s eyes darkened instantly as she lowered to the floor on her knees before him, her hands going for his shorts. “Cum right down my throat, Jon, just like that night…”

Yeah, mostly the same as the night they had gotten married minus being full-blown blackout drunk.  She had said anything and he was wondering if Delilah actually meant it because he could think of a few things they could try if she was feeling particularly kinky tonight.  He kept hold of his glass, watching as she freed his cock from his shorts, his other hand moving to the top of her head to thread his fingers through her now loose hair.  If she wanted him to shoot his load down her throat, he would do so very gladly, his eyes closing momentarily when he felt her lips wrapping around his cock.

“All right, my wife, get to it.”

~!~

Slowly opening her eyes to banging, Delilah slowly sat up in bed rubbing her eyes and blinked to get her blurred vision to clear.  A quick glance at the clock told her it was the crack of dawn and someone was banging on the front door of the house.  What the hell?  Blue was barking up a storm and Jon was stirring, making her look back at him.

“Someone’s here.” She whispered, standing to slip her robe on and tied it tightly around her waist, though it didn’t hide the love marks from Jon on her neck. 

Last night had been incredible and she remembered every bit of it.  After the blowjob, Jon had carried Delilah to their bedroom to return the favor, making her cum buckets for him.  He had asked for permission to pleasure her backside, just like he had the night of their wedding, and Delilah once again said that word – anything.  Anything he wanted he could have from her and Delilah gave him everything with a smile on her face.  Her silver hair was haphazard around her face as she made her way out the door, her eyes widening at the sound of the voice behind the door.

“MOXLEY, OPEN THIS GODDAMN DOOR RIGHT NOW AND GIVE ME BACK MY SISTER!!  DELILAH, YOU’VE GOT SOME SERIOUS EXPLAINING TO DO!!”

“Christ…”

If Delilah was walking normal today, Jon had not done his job because he had done more than tongue her backside.  They had gone multiple rounds last night and he made sure they both washed up between each and every one.  He knew he was bigger than the average man, so he also properly lubed her beautiful backside and gone very slowly.  When she had adjusted and realized that it felt good, she had gone off on him like she was riding a bucking bronco and his dick was actually tired for the first time ever.

“I’ll get it, Del, you might wanna dress…” Or maybe stay in bed.  He yawned, rolling out of the bed and reached for a pair of shorts, sliding into them.  Jon would be nice and NOT knock the daylights out of Sami for the rude wakeup call.  No, he was going to invite his brother-in-law in for coffee and breakfast. 

Jon had lost his mind if he thought she was going back to bed with her brother here! “I’ll get dressed and join you both in a minute.”

Delilah was very sore and had a delicious ache between her thighs, along with her backside.  Her husband had not been lying or joking when he said she’d be on her knees the majority of the night.  The showers in between had helped immensely and a dip in the hot tub would do wonders for her body later on, but right now, she was tense from head to toe because Sami was here.

The moment the door opened, Jon received a fist right to his jaw and then an uppercut, sending him flying backwards on his backside.  Sami was not a small man, though he was smaller than Jon, and knew how to fight with the best of them. “Where the FUCK is my sister, you manipulative prick?!” Married…this womanizer had MARRIED his sister!! “DELILAH ANNE!!”

“They missed a really good opportunity by not naming you Mary,” It was an old joke, one Jon had cracked a fair few times whenever Delilah’s first and middle names were used.  Unlike the other times, which either got him laughter or eyerolls, all he got this time was a snort and Delilah’s ‘Sami!’.  He sat there rubbing his jaw, wondering if Sami really was that stupid to come swinging on his home turf.

“I’m about to show you-” Sami’s potential kick was interrupted by Jon swiping his feet out from underneath him.  He felt the wind leaving his body as he hit the floor, cursing under his breath.

A second later, Jon was sitting on Sami, full weight, with the smaller man’s arms trapped firmly beneath Jon’s knees. “Now, that was rude as fuck, buddy.  I don’t come to YOUR house and punch YOU.” But he was considering strangling the motherfucker right about now!

“Samuel Johnston!!” Delilah had walked in just as Sami uppercut her husband, only for Jon to recover with a swiftness not many had.  Uppercuts were brutal, especially from Sami.  He wasn’t a pushover, even though he looked like one now. “What the hell were you thinking coming here and punching Jon like that?!  He’s your best friend!”

“WAS!” Sami growled, trying to get out of his predicament and ignored the way his sister was looking at him right now. “Get off me, you fat prick!”

There was nothing fat about Jon, it was pure muscle, and Delilah knew that better than anyone. “Christ, let him up, Jon.  I’m going to make some coffee.” She gingerly headed to the kitchen, still keeping a close eye on them and watched her husband remain where he was at. 

Maybe she should’ve stayed in bed instead of dealing with this.

“You heard her, let me up.”

“That’s not fucking happening, you attacked ME.” Jon had simply defused the situation and prevented it from happening again.  He ignored Delilah’s warning call from the kitchen, his eyes flashing down at Sami as he purposefully dug his kneecaps into Sami’s arms, hearing the other man groaning in pain. “Swing on me again and I’ll break them both.”

She could kiss his ass because he wouldn’t be attacked in his own damn house for OPENING THE DOOR!  This would actually go over better if he and Delilah could present a united front, but he already knew she’d never do that, not unless he caved to her, which meant caving to her brother.  She had basically spent her entire life mother-henning Sami and then denying her own heart out of fear of hurting him.  His eyes went dark for a brief moment, wondering if he needed to eliminate this problem before he let Sami up.

“You shouldn’t have struck my husband, Samuel.” Delilah walked out with a tray of mugs full of coffee, setting it on the kitchen table and sipped hers, hearing her brother cursing for Jon to move. “Maybe if you apologize to him, he’ll be more than happy to let you up.”

“Goddamn it, Del, this isn’t funny!”

“You’re right, it’s not.” Delilah wouldn’t force Jon to do something he didn’t want to, even if it meant keeping her brother pinned to the floor. “You come here, bang on our front door like a lunatic, scare the hell out of our dog, and punch and uppercut my husband.  This isn’t funny at all, you’re absolutely right.” There was bite in her tone of voice while speaking to Sami across the way, in a pair of cotton shorts and a spaghetti strapped tank top with her hair pulled up.  The love marks were on full display on her neck and she had zero fucks to give. 

Blue was right by her side and she leaned down to kiss the top of his head.

Jon had to think of every disgusting thing on the planet to keep his erection at bay because he was not popping a boner while sitting on Sami.  There would be NO coming back from that if they were going to salvage things.  Maybe if Delilah wasn’t a part of the equation, he wouldn’t care because it would be hilarious, but she was and he loved her.  He knew she loved her moron brother too, even if she was backing HIM, which made Jon love her even more.  Delilah had put him over Sami, hell had finally frozen over officially, that day was here!  He snorted, glad Blue hadn’t been present for that punch or else Sami would be missing his hand.  Just because his dog was pampered, spoiled, and on the fat side did not mean he wasn’t aggressive.

The second Sami was up, Blue proved that by growling.

Chapter 37

“Blue, stay boy.” Delilah ordered in a gentle, firm voice, continuing to pet him and sipped more of her coffee. “Now, are you ready to sit down and have an adult conversation about this?  Because if not, you can waltz your ass right out the door and don’t let it hit you where the lord split you.” She handed Jon a mug of coffee and accepted a soft kiss from him as well, not caring that it was right in front of her brother.

“What happened to your neck, Del?  You look like you got fucking mauled.”

“By my husband and it was fantastic, what’s your point?”

Jon snorted into his coffee at her smartass remarks and simply sat at the table with Blue going to him for attention.

Sami didn’t know what to think about this, wondering what Jon Good had done to his sister.  Where was the Delilah he knew?  She was nowhere to be found here and it broke his heart. “What happened to you, Del?  How did you go from avoiding this man and keeping him at arm’s length to marrying him?  D-Did he drug you or something?”

“You’re seriously standing in our house asking me an asinine question like that?  You wanna know what happened?  Fine, I’ll tell you.” Jon already knew the truth, so she didn’t feel the least bit bad about coming clean to her brother. “This isn’t a new thing, Sami.  I’ve loved Jon for years and I kept my feelings to myself because of you.  I didn’t want to hurt you and I didn’t want to jeopardize your friendship with Jon.  So, I kept everything bottled up about him for your sake.  When he left to go to the WWE, you saw how much it tore me up inside.  I threw myself into wrestling and made it my entire life.  I tried having other relationships and none of them worked out because they weren’t who I wanted.  They weren’t Jon.” Delilah had to get through to him somehow, someway, hoping her words somehow reached him. “And yes, 10 years ago, he was a womanizer and fucked everything on two legs that gave him the slightest bit of attention, but that was a DECADE ago.  People change.” Delilah looked back at her husband with love in her watery eyes and he brought her hand up to kiss the back of it. “He’s changed and it’s not fair to judge him based on his past.  That’s not right and you know it.”

Sami did know it, but it was still a hard to pill to swallow as he looked back and forth between them.  Jon also had some ‘love marks’ and he wasn’t asking the other man about them because Moxley would not be as ‘nice’ as his sister was. “You spent all those years repressing shit for someone like him?  You think he’s really changed?  He’ll be the first to tell you he just got out of ‘prison’, of course he changed, he couldn’t pull that shit with the WWE!”

“He’s right, you know,” Jon admitted calmly, sipping his coffee, and leaned against the counter, shrugging when Delilah gave him an exasperated look. “Babe, you already know I couldn’t, that place had rules, regs, and a million cameras.” But she also knew he loved her and HAD changed.  

In some ways, not for the best.

“See?  He thinks it’s funny!”

“Well, if I think anything else, I might break your arms, Sami.”

“And what happens if this goes south, Del?  Have you thought about that?  If you spent ten years repressing and being a bitch about men in general, how do you think your life is gonna be after him?” Sami shuddered, not wanting to imagine that possibility.  So, it turned out his sister didn’t have a stick up her backside, she had unrequited love, which was worse.

“You really believe I haven’t thought about every angle of this?  If this goes south and we end up divorced, I’ll deal with it.” Delilah stood up from the table, folding her arms in front of her chest while standing toe to toe with her brother. “Again, that’s not your business.  It’s nobody’s business except mine.  I’m not a little girl anymore that you need to protect.  I’m a grown ass woman capable of making my own decisions in life.  I’m happy, Samuel.  For the first time in my life, I know what it’s like to be truly happy and it’s with him.  When he walked into that gym over two months ago and I saw him again for the first time in 8 years…everything came rushing to the surface I suppressed while he was in WWE.”

Sniffling, she walked over to grab a tissue from the box on the table and dabbed her eyes. “And once again, because of YOU, my brother, I didn’t act on my feelings, I tried to hide it and fought it off.  And it didn’t work this time, it was too strong.  I refused to make myself miserable all for the sake of your friendship with him all over again.  So, when he invited me out here to stay with him for the Double or Nothing pay-per-view event for AEW, I declined.  Then my hotel reservation got fucked to hell and he was there for me, offering me a place to stay because every other hotel in Vegas was booked for that weekend.  One thing led to another and he confessed how he felt about me…and I couldn’t fight it off anymore.” Partially because Jon had started pursuing her, but Sami didn’t need to know that. “At first, all I thought he wanted was a roll in the hay with me, but that was until he asked me to marry him and I said yes, THEN had sex with him.  So, you see, he put a damn ring on my finger, and a tattooed band, before he slept with me.” It was a twisted version of what really happened, but that would be taken to the grave. 

Sami would never find out the truth of how they really came to be married and she hoped to hell Jon went along with it. 

Jon would go along with whatever she wanted to, but he had to turn his face away at something she had said, just because it was both an ‘ow’ and unfair thing.  Much like holding his whoring phase against him ten years down the road was wrong, so was basically blaming Sami for her not acting on her feelings.  That was by HER choice, not Sami’s.  Harsh toke there for the brother, and since Jon was, supposedly, the man’s best friend, so he felt that one on behalf of the guy.  All the rest, that was a mashup of what had really happened, but he was fine with it, now busy making them all bagels while Sami digested everything she had just laid on him.

“Cream cheese or salmon spread?”

“Cream cheese.” She took Sami’s hands in hers, mindful of her still bandaged finger that was healing from her tattoo ring. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make it sound like it’s your fault I wasn’t with Jon back then.  It was my choice and I made it because of you.  Because I didn’t want to lose the only family I have left.  And back then…it just wasn’t the right time, not with how Jon was and I was too immature to really understand what I was feeling.  I was too young, naïve, and stupid and we were all trying to make it in the business.  You’re not to blame for the decisions I made, even if they were because of you, Sami.  But things change and he’s not who he used to be, just like I’m not who I used to be.  Hell, you’re not who you used to be either.  You’ve changed too.”

Jon was having both, he liked the salmon spread and it was good protein, which he desperately needed today.  He had a feeling today was going to be a lazy day, especially since yesterday he had done that strenuous bike ride through the desert, then he had done his equally demanding, strenuous wife.  He was nice and made Sami a bagel, remembering Sami liked them weird with butter only, so he did that, and coffee, sliding the plate and mug out onto the counter.  That was his peace offering; he had gotten jacked by the man and felt bad if he insulted him anymore since Delilah had obviously just broken him.

Sami realized he was at a crossroads.  He could keep on pushing and raging and, in the end, he’d lose Delilah.  He was on the fence about Jon and that probably wouldn’t change for a while, not until he was convinced the man really had changed.  This just seemed so damn sudden and out of character for Delilah.  

Sighing, he took the coffee and glanced at Jon. “Sorry about…hitting you.”

“Nah, you’re not.”

“Not really.”

They toasted each other with their cups.

It did Delilah’s heart good to watch the two men in her life actually toast each other.  Maybe that was all it took from Sami.  Maybe that was all he needed was to jack Jon twice in the face.  This was not their first fight and it probably wouldn’t be their last.  Delilah sat down at the table while they took over the counter, eating her bagel with regular cream cheese and had gotten herself a fresh mug of coffee.  The first one had gone cold and she added her creamer before settling down, ignoring the soreness between her legs.  No sex for a day or two, Jon had done a number on her with zero complaints and now she needed some time to heal from the pounding.

“I’m gonna take Blue outside to potty.  Don’t kill each other now.” She winked at them on her way out the sliding screen door with Blue at her side, sipping more of her coffee while watching the big boy run amuck in the backyard.

“I’ll fucking slit your throat and paint my floors with your blood if you EVER come up into my house like that again.” Jon promised in a deadly tone as soon as she was out in the yard, where she couldn’t hear them.

“Eat shit.  I can’t believe you fucking married my sister.  What is wrong with you?  You always said she had a stick in her ass and-” Sami would have smashed his coffee cup over Jon’s head at the suddenly wicked, perverted expression on the man’s face, not even WANTING to know.  If they had to fake it until they made it to keep Delilah happy, fine, whatever, but this dickhead was NOT his friend and never would be again.

Jon had removed the stick and replaced it with his dick.  Sami seemed to get that too because he didn’t say another word.  They just drank their coffee and ate their bagels in silence, leaving Delilah outside thinking they were resolving issues and they were, by not talking and agreeing to disagree.  They’d either fight it out or figure it out, in their own time, because they were men.

Delilah didn’t mean to hurt her brother, her family, but Sami wasn’t the only family she had now.  Jon was her family.  They were married and, if push came to shove, she would choose her husband over anyone, including her brother.  She loved Jon too much to lose him and Sami had struck a nerve with her earlier by asking what if this didn’t work out.  It was a fair question, but one she didn’t want to think about.  It would crush her if this didn’t work out and she had no idea Jon had put in a contingency plan, just in case.  The prenuptial agreement that hopefully she’d never have to see because he would not tell her about it unless they ended.  This place, this house, the cars, and even Blue all belonged to Jon and somehow, it still felt like home to her, far more than Cincinnati did. 

Sipping her coffee, Delilah looked down at the beautiful ring Jon bought her with a smile and watched the sun start to rise with Blue coming over to sit next to her. “I’m okay, boy, I promise.”

Now, as long as she didn’t try leaving and divorcing him, Jon had every intention of sharing all his toys with his wife because he had paid attention in school and knew sharing was caring.  Sami’s question had been a fair one, even Jon could see that.  It was a NORMAL and CONCERNED one, and Jon did not appreciate it being asked either because once the honeymoon phase for her was over, she might start asking those questions herself.  Sami had a way, and they had just established this, of making Delilah question herself and then repress things for the sake of keeping peace.  After all the hard work he had gone through of breaking those tendencies down and shoving past those boundaries, Jon would be really pissed if Sami’s visit set things back to square one.

On the bright side, he and Sami ate their food and drank their coffee without heckling each other, so that was progress, right?

Once she finished her coffee and the sun was in the sky, Delilah headed back inside with Blue and went straight for the kitchen to grab him a treat. “That’s my good boy.” She dropped a kiss on top of his head as he took the treat from her hand gently, heading off to go eat it in peace.  Washing and rinsing her hands before drying them off, Delilah moved to the table to wrap her arms around Jon’s neck, hugging him close.  It was her way of letting him know she was on his side and she had also placed an icepack in his hand for his nose. “I don’t know if you got a hotel room, but you’re more than welcome to stay here with us until we have to go back on the road on Tuesday, Sami.  There’s a guest room with your name on it.” It was now Saturday morning, so they had three days before they had to head back to work.

It was almost like Jon didn’t have to do ANYTHING; she was going to torture her poor brother better than he could!  However, he also knew she wasn’t doing it to be mean or hurtful.  Jon was still a little spiteful, his chest was in that aching phase because Sami was a scrappy bastard.

Sami was aware he was probably amusing Jon because he was struggling to not run through a million facial expressions all at once.  He could not believe she had actually extended that invitation after this morning and even in such a short amount of time, it had been a hellacious morning. “I uh, yeah.” He answered finally, knowing after all those text messages and voicemails, he shouldn’t be snubbing the olive branch sent his way.  Also, it’d give him a bit of time to observe how Jon and Delilah interacted; he got she loved the brute, but he wasn’t convinced with Moxley.

“Great!  We’ll have a cookout.  I already have drumsticks unthawing in the fridge and we can add some burgers to it.” She moved to her brother, hugging him the same way she did Jon and kissed his cheek. “Come on, I’ll show you to the room with your name on it and Jon, can you grab some ground beef out of the freezer?” He nodded while she took her brother’s hand, leading him down the corridor on the first floor to one of two guest rooms.  The other one was upstairs, along with their bedroom.  She flipped the light on and showed him the standard bedroom with all neutral colors, nothing outlandish. “You have your own bathroom.  This is the only guest room with one.” There were three bathrooms, two downstairs and one upstairs, which belonged to her and Jon.

Chapter 38

“You’re giving your apartment up, so where is your stuff gonna go?  When are you coming to Cincy to get it all?”

“On our next days off, which will start next Thursday.  Jon MIGHT have something planned with another organization, I’ll have to check the schedule.” She took care of their schedules, booked flights, rental cars, and everything else they needed.  Screw hiring a personal assistant, that was her and she could kick ass in the ring too. “Truthfully, I don’t know what I’ll do with my furniture since his is a lot nicer than mine.  I might just donate it or I was gonna ask if you wanted it.  But as far as my trinkets and stuff, I’ll figure something out.” Delilah didn’t want to mess with the décor of the house at all since she loved it.

Jon was dying, listening as Delilah prattled on to Sami, wondering if she was really going to do this normalcy thing and act like Sami hadn’t come busting in their house or anything.  She was, god bless this woman, he adored her.

“Might as well mix them with Moxley’s or else it’s gonna look like you’re a houseguest and not his wife.”

“Or I might just leave them in storage.  I don’t want to clutter his house with my nonsense.” Delilah argued, folding her arms in front of her chest and tried not to let what Sami said bother her.  A houseguest…maybe that was all she was considering this wasn’t her house.  Nothing about this place was her, it was all Jon.

“Damn it, Del, see?  That’s what I’m talking about right there!  You are his WIFE, this shouldn’t be just HIS house, it should be your house too.  Everything is shared between you now that you’re married.” What the hell was his sister thinking doing something like this? “Look, just tell me straight up, did he force you into marrying him?  Did he coerce you into it?”

Delilah frowned, hating these doubts that were suddenly in her mind, thanks to her brother. “No.  I wanted to marry him.  He asked me on the Strip in front of a chapel and I said yes.” Flat lie, but it was the story she was sticking with and it would not change. “I married him because I love him.” Even though they had just recently found out they’d been married for the past two months, without any knowledge of it, Delilah was in love with Jon for years, so she wasn’t lying about that part.  She married him because she loved him, even though she didn’t remember the actual ceremony.

Sami saw the uncertainty in her eyes.  He knew his sister better than anyone, including Moxley, and there was something hidden beneath the surface she wasn’t telling him. “I don’t believe you.  You know what I think?  I think that son of a bitch lured you into a false sense of security, took advantage of you, and made you a bunch of empty promises with marriage.  He doesn’t love you and, the sooner you realize that, the better off you’ll be.  I’m not staying here either.  I can’t stand seeing you like this, you’re not Delilah anymore, you’re just Moxley’s toy to do with as he pleases.  And when he breaks you, he’ll toss you away when he’s had his fun and don’t come crying to me when that happens…when this all blows up in your face.”

“Sami…”

“I can’t!  I won’t stand by and watch my sister be used and destroyed by that sack of shit!  You choose right now – you come home with me and forget about him or I never want to hear from you again.” Sami was giving her an ultimatum, extending his hand to her.  This was her one and only opportunity to get out of this mess she’d put herself in by marrying Moxley, who was no longer his friend or his brother in arms. “He’ll destroy you, come home with me and we’ll get this thing annulled.  Please Del, I don’t want to see you get hurt.  It’s him or me and remember, I’m the only goddamn family you have left in this world and the only one who gives a rat’s ass about you!”

Blinking, heartbreaking tears slid down her cheeks as Delilah stepped back from him and shook her head, wrapping her arms around herself. “Safe travels back to Cincy, brother.  I’ll show you the way out.” She walked past him and he followed, the tension between them extremely thick, until they finally arrived at the front door.  She opened it widely and couldn’t meet his eyes as he walked past her out the door to his rental, slowly closing the door until he was out of sight. Goodbye Sami. “He’s going back home and we won’t hear from him again.  I’m going to lay down, I’m not feeling good right now.  Forget about the cookout today.” Saying all of this with her back to him, Delilah walked past her husband, who had followed them silently, and climbed into the big king-sized bed to spend the day crying her heart and soul out from losing her brother. 

Why did choosing Jon hurt so much?

Since Sami was still out there, looking back and forth between his ride and the house, Jon was contemplating what he wanted to do, if anything.  No, probably shouldn’t go out there and beat the guy to a pulp.  Delilah was very upset right now and he didn’t blame her, he was too.  Instead, he moved to the front window and grinned broadly, flashing his former best friend a thumb’s up.  Sami was so goddamn worried that Jon might hurt her that he had gone and done it instead, like a total moron.

Sami began cursing up a storm, getting into that rental screaming his lungs out.

Shaking his head, Jon headed upstairs to comfort his wife.

Delilah didn’t want to be comforted or touched, making it clear she wanted to be left alone.  It was because of her choice that she lost her brother.  She chose Jon over him…and the guilt crashed over her like a tidal wave.  Jon tried to tell her to give Sami time and she shook her head, getting out of bed and wiped her tears away angrily. “I need to be by myself right now, Jon.  I don’t want to be told to give him time or it’ll be okay, he’ll come around.  I don’t want to hear any of that bullshit right now.  I need you to leave me alone.  I don’t want to be held, I don’t want to be touched or kissed or anything right now.  I just lost the only family I have left in the world and…I need time to process it.” A walk would do that and clear her head while also allowing her to exercise.  She grabbed her workout clothes from the dresser Jon designated as hers before heading into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

Jon left her alone, knowing better than most that sometimes it was just better to be left alone to sort everything out.  A person could be prone to lashing out during these moments, saying things they didn’t mean.  Did that ever stop him?  Not usually because he was surrounded by pushy people, but he wasn’t about to do that to her.  Delilah hadn’t lost Sami; Sami had purposefully pushed her away after she had extended that olive branch to him, which made Sami a dick and Jon could not wait for that to come crashing down on his brother-in-law’s head.  He watched as she eventually made her way outside, leaning in the open doorway with Blue at his feet as they both just watched her head down the driveway, his blue eyes filled with remorse.  Even though he wanted her from himself, he did not like seeing his Delilah in pain like this.

Jon realized he should probably try making amends with Sami, for real this time.

It wouldn’t happen.  Jon could try to make amends with Sami as many times as he wanted, but Sami was done with both of them.  It hurt him to lose his sister, but she made her choice.  She chose Jon over him.  He gave her the choice and she made it.  There was no turning back from that.  When Jon shredded her to pieces and left her broken, Delilah would have nobody to blame except herself.  It was twelve hours until his flight…he’d give her until then to change her mind and come back home with him, to leave Jon Moxley behind.  He even sent her one final text message, giving her one last chance of redemption.

My flight leaves in 12 hours.  Come home with me or we’re done, Delilah.  I won’t watch my sister be torn apart by that cocksucker.  I’d rather cut you out of my life and spare myself that pain.  Do the right thing – come home with me, please.

Delilah had gotten that text message, crying harder than she ever had in her life, and sent a final one back to him before blocking his number. Goodbye brother, I love you and I wish things could’ve worked out.  Safe travels.

It was going to suck to be Sami when he realized that Jon really, truly did love Delilah.  Jon had NEVER, EVER felt this way about anyone before, the way he did for her.  She knew things about him nobody else did, like he was a secret gaming nerd, something they actually shared.  Well, she probably wasn’t a secret nerd, but…he was.  She also knew the soft, romantic side of him.  If he was planning on ‘tearing’ her apart, Jon would NOT have bothered with all of this because, even for him, it was a bit much.  He had let her into his life, the weirder aspects of it included, and he’d be damned if he let anyone come between them.

I love you, Houseguest. She wouldn’t get it, not that Sami knew that, but he also knew that was all she was.

A guest in Moxley’s life until the man got bored of whatever games he was playing.

~!~

It was several hours later when Delilah finally walked through the door, eyes red and swollen from how much crying she’d done on her walk.  Sami calling her a houseguest was uncalled for.  He could’ve just said he loved her and left it at that, but no, he had to drive the knife deeper into her heart.  She was drenched in sweat and headed straight for the shower, not caring where Jon was at the moment.  She tossed her phone on the bed, peeling her clothes off, and turned the sprays on as hot as she could stand them before stepping under the water.  A few minutes later, she felt the breeze from the glass shower door opening and warm, strong hands planted on her hips.  This time, she didn’t push her husband away and leaned back against his chest, shower sprays hitting them from different directions, not just one.

“He texted me while I was gone, asking me to come home with him and forget about you.  I told him I love him and safe travels.” She spoke loud enough to be heard over the sprays, feeling his lips drop a kiss on the side of her neck. “He said he loves me and called me a houseguest.  He thinks I’m a houseguest since this is your house…and not ours…”

Jon frowned, bending down so he could bury his face in her hair, not caring if it was wet and just inhaled.  She had been dripping sweat, still smelled like her walk, and if regret and despair had a scent, she reeked of that as well. “It’s not my house, it’s ours, darlin’.  Do whatever you want to make yourself feel at home.” He didn’t WANT her feeling like a houseguest and Sami was a dick for putting that idea into her head! “His and her matching gaming setups, all your knick-knacks and whatever else you got, Delilah.  This is YOUR home as much as it is mine.” He made a mental note to cram his fist down Sami’s gullet the next time they encountered each other, as long as she wasn’t with him.

Despite how sad she was, Delilah did let out a bit of a chuckle at the ‘his and her matching gaming setup’ comment, slowly turning to look up into his electric blues. “Are you sure?  I don’t want to ruin your house with my junk…” Jon pressed a finger to her lips, reiterating what he said and she brought his forehead to hers, softly brushing her lips against his.  He really did love her.  Why did she let Sami get in her head? “Well, I admit my furniture isn’t nearly as new as yours.  It’s a bunch of hand-me-downs, actually.  And the ‘his and hers matching gaming setups’ doesn’t sound so bad either.  I wanted to ask how you felt about making one of the guest rooms a gaming room.  We could get those comfy gaming chairs or a couch and set up everything in there.” The rooms were more than big enough. “What do you think about doing that?”

“Okay, darlin’, let’s be honest, I had poor kid syndrome.  You know how bad shit was when we were kids.” Jon smiled slightly when she nodded up at him, cupping her face in his hands and brushed his lips against her forehead. “I went with the whole matching, polished look because growing up, isn’t that what it was supposed to be?  You know when you got money?  All matching and nice looking, like a magazine?” Another nod, Delilah knew exactly what he was talking about. “Yeah, that’s not really me and we both know it.  I’m sure you’ve noticed the random shit out of place here and there,” From where he had started adding his actual personal touches. “So yeah, you want those comfy chairs or couches, hell you want matching toilets side by side, let’s do it, babe!  Let’s make this OUR place, no matter how eclectic or weird it might seem to others, it’s OURS.”

“Matching toilets?” Now she was laughing heartily, the sadness in her eyes diminishing and lighting up at his suggestions. “Part of that game room of ours will have my entire Game of Thrones collection set up.” Delilah didn’t just adopt the look of Dany from Game of Thrones, she LOVED that show with her whole heart.  The last season left little to be desired, but she still loved it and could watch all the seasons repeatedly without getting tired or bored. “You’re so amazing, Jon.  I know it’ll take time and it won’t be overnight, but we’ll make this our place.” Hanging pictures, getting new bedding, adding some womanly touches to each room would do wonders for this house. “I love you so much, my husband.” Delilah kissed him softly, resting her hands on his shoulders before sliding them down his strong arms. “Thank you for today, for giving me time alone to deal with what happened with Sami.” There were times for Jon to push and others where leaving her alone was the best thing he could do. “And just so you know, I made the right choice and, no matter how it happened, I’m happy to be your wife.”

Chapter 39

“Hey,” Jon knew she was all right in this moment and the last thing he wanted to do was ruin it, but for some reason, he also felt it was important for her to hear what he wanted to say. “Sami WILL come around, Delilah.  He’s just scared for you and I know me baiting him doesn’t help with that.  Once he realizes that I LOVE you and this whole thing isn’t just for kicks,” That part he couldn’t keep the disbelief out of his tone because marrying someone just for shits and giggles was beyond even him. “He’ll come around.  That, or he’s going to miss you mother-henning his ass.” He firmly believed that and, whether or not he and Sami recovered any semblance of their friendship, was doubtful, but he knew Sami and Delilah would eventually mend fences.

“I-It doesn’t matter…” Tears filled her eyes as her hands caressed his bearded face and captured his mouth, pouring everything she felt into that kiss and broke it a few seconds later, shaking her head. “He made his choice and if he can’t…support me, support us, then I don’t want him in our lives.” The walk she took gave her a lot of time to think and ponder. “I know you love me, you know I love you, and that’s ALL that matters.  He gave me an ultimatum, even after I poured my heart out to him and told him everything.  None of it registered.  And you know as well as I do that once Sami makes his mind up about something, he doesn’t change it.  He won’t accept us or this marriage, ever.  And I have to accept that and live my life without my brother because I won’t give you up for anyone or anything.  You are my everything now, Jon.”

That was the underlying issue.  People made ‘choices’ all the time and SHE was the perfect example of that.  She had made the ‘choice’ to keep him at arm’s length and look where they were now.  Eventually, people made new choices and forged new paths.  Delilah wasn’t usually one to see it like that though, she was always set on whatever path she chose.  Jon smiled slightly at the irony.  There was usually no room for anything, but black and white, no gray areas when it came to her.  She and Sami were WAY too much alike and they didn’t even realize it.  Oh well, he would let this play out and see what happened, knowing better than to let her wallow for too long though.

“Your everything?” He echoed in a playful murmur, reaching for the shampoo, so he could start washing her hair.  He really hoped he didn’t convert his wife into a crazy, obsessed woman; he was trying to break that mold with his ‘women’.

“The night we got married, we became each other’s everything.  I will never put anything over you and I hope you never put anything over me.  That includes family, that includes wrestling, that includes everything this world throws at us.”

Delilah was all in and she sighed at the feeling of his fingers delving through her silver tresses, washing it for her.  He treated her like a queen and he told her that night on the Strip he wanted all of her, her mind, heart, body, and soul.  All of her.  Jon had it all now and she just hoped, prayed, he didn’t destroy her since he now held all of her in the palms of his hands.

“That feels good.  Been a minute since you’ve done this for me.”

Now Jon wasn’t sure if wrestling was something he was willing to put BENEATH her.  Wrestling had been his life for…forever, it seemed, the one constant in his life for a very long time, even when he was in that hellhole he called the WWE Prison.  He had learned so much during that time, no doubt about it, but…in the end, the downsides had outweighed all the benefits and perks.  However, Delilah came in a very close second, maybe even first…he’d know for sure if it was ever tested.

“Mmm, maybe you should let me touch you more often, Miss Not Gonna Blow Anything Out Before a Match.” Jon teased, though he made sure to massage her scalp really good, trying to help relieve her tension.

Wrestling was her first love as well.  Maybe it would always be that way between them and they’d put each other second to their careers.  That wouldn’t surprise anyone since both had busted their asses to get to where they were today. “You can touch me any time you want, I don’t mind doing this prior to a match.” They weren’t having sex, he was washing her hair and it felt amazing, especially the massaging of her scalp. “If you had enough hair to wash, I would do the same thing to you.” He growled at her little cheap shot, giggling at his face burying in her neck to nip it lightly with his teeth. “Honestly, I prefer you with shorter hair.  It doesn’t look like there’s a ragged mop on your head anymore.”

“Oh, that’s not nice, you know how much I loved my hair.” Losing it the way he had, this major widow’s peak, had not been a happy day in Jon’s life.  At the same time, he refused to be one of those who clung to their glory days with their hair and hid their bald spots or widows peaks under hats. “I miss it.” he pushed out his bottom lip in a mock pout, growling when she just nipped it playfully. “Why don’t you wash my chest hair for me then?” He had grown it out a little bit, having noticed how much she loved playing with that as well.

Her fingers instantly went to that delicious chest hair and began massaging it gently, along with his chest. “You have no idea how much I love your chest hair and I’d be more than happy to wash it for you.  This…I hope this never goes away.  I prefer you with the beard and little hair look.  You look badass, a fighter, someone who doesn’t take shit from anybody.  Trust me when I say, you look so much sexier the way you are now than you did back then.”

Delilah poured some soap on that chest hair, some of his axe bodywash, and proceeded to wash it with her loofah sponge, the smell intoxicating her.  She could not get enough of his muscular body and made sure to wash every crevice, twirling her finger around to get his back, his beautifully sculpted ass, his legs, and then twirled her finger again to start washing his cock, balls, thighs, legs, and back up again to chest hair.  She took one of the shower heads and rinsed him off from head to toe, finishing it up by kissing her husband passionately, dropping the showerhead to wrap her arms around his neck, getting lost and enjoying every second of it.

This woman had done it, after the weird, emotionally unstable day they had, she had just set him off.  It wasn’t even HIS weird, emotionally unstable day either.  It was all hers.  He didn’t know whether to send Sami a ‘thank you’ card or what.  He moved to beneath one of the sprays, with her clinging to him, returning the kiss explosively.

“I love you,” Jon whispered against her lips even as he was sliding home in her very receptive body.  That little washing his body was border lining teasing, whether she knew it or not. “And now I’m going to fuck you until one of us caves.” Given the night before and how she was walking bowlegged, with her love marks… “You’re gonna be so sore tomorrow by the time I’m done with you, my love...” That was a new term of endearment.

“Worth it, so goddamn worth it…” Delilah moaned out, moving in sync with Jon against that shower wall and enjoyed the pain/pleasure mixture.  He could pound her into oblivion, she did not care and would enjoy the ride, every second of it. “I love you too…” Good thing Jon had a system within the house that allowed continuous hot water or they would be freezing their backsides off right now. “Harder…fuck, I need it, Jon…”

~!~

Months passed by with no word from Sami. 

He ignored every attempt that both Jon and Delilah tried to reach out to him.  On the outside, Delilah looked perfectly fine and happy, but on the inside, she was torn asunder, hating that her brother completely cut her out of his life.  All because she had gotten married to his ex-best friend.  There was times Delilah thought about divorcing Jon and begging for her brother’s forgiveness, but then she realized how miserable that would make her and nixed it.  Jon made her happy, was faithful and loyal to her, and proved it every single day and night.  There was times Jon went out to have some beers with his friends in the company and she would do the same thing with Britt and a few others.  They weren’t always together and it just made their marriage stronger, along with their trust for each other.  During those times, Delilah would break down to her friends about missing her brother and they comforted her the best way they could, reminding her it was HIS loss, not hers.  It was Sami’s decision to cut all ties with his sister and he was a douchebag for not giving her and Jon the benefit of the doubt.

Christmas and New Year’s came and went with Jon and Delilah spending it in a club on the Strip, drinking and having a great time.  She had even drunk a Long Island Iced Tea, after some persuasion from her husband, and made sure to take it slow with the drink this time.  She had no idea what it was about that particular drink, but they wound up outside, laughing and giggling, both fifteen sheets to the wind.  Right there against the building outside, where anyone could walk out and find them, Jon pounded her to ring in the new year, both completely consumed with each other.  She had a skirt on, so it was convenient and the thought of being caught by someone out there turned her on like no other. 

It also provided the perfect distraction from Delilah’s inner turmoil regarding her brother.

Jon’s home had been transformed into theirs, which was another distraction.  Every day they had off was spent in Vegas, remodeling their home.  Her apartment was gone, they had flown out for a day to grab whatever she wanted, which was just a few boxes of belongings, and it didn’t cost a lot to have them all shipped to Vegas.  Furniture was replaced, carpeting, painting, and the biggest guest room had been turned into a his/her gaming room with posters and her Game of Thrones collectibles all lined against the wall perfectly.  It was nearly done, just a few finishing touches had to be added and Delilah finally felt like she was home whenever they came to Vegas.  Jon had even put her on the deed to the house, meaning what he said about it being theirs, not just his.  He also put her on every one of his cars and they had a joint bank account, not keeping or hiding anything from each other.  Delilah had relinquished her independency, which was hard for her to do, but in the end, she knew it was the right thing to do.

January into February was insanity for both husband and wife because they were slated to win their first championships on the same night together.  AEW Revolution pitted Jon Moxley against Chris Jericho for the AEW World Heavyweight Championship.  Since January, Jon had been sporting an eyepatch to play off Chris sending a spike in his eyeball during an AEW Dynamite episode.  Delilah had no idea it was happening, Jon never told her what was going down in his matches and she did the same to him, both wanting to surprise the other.  She nearly beat the hell out of Chris, thinking her husband really did lose his eye to that spike…until Jon assured her his eye was perfectly fine.  Chris was a professional and knew what he was doing, the precision of the spiking on point.  It had caught him right above the brow and only LOOKED like it had gone in his eye.  Delilah slapped Jon across the face and then kissed him brutally, not believing he scared her like that.  Of course, it was done privately and they wound up sexing it up in his private locker room, right against the door, so nobody could come in to disrupt them.

When Jon won the AEW World Heavyweight Championship, the amount of vindication he felt after what happened in WWE was mind-blowing.  Delilah had won the AEW Women’s Championship from Britt Baker earlier in the night and Jon had come out on top of the stage, clapping his hands.  She walked right up to him and kissed him passionately before he raised her arm in victory, her other hand holding up the championship proudly.  Since Jon did that for her, Delilah did the same thing to him as soon as his music hit and he cut a promo, with his new champion t-shirt on, thanking the crowd and spinning it on the fly.  That was the beauty of AEW, there were no scriptwriters, no creative team, the wrestlers got to go out there and do what they did best…THEIR way.  It was a fantastic match with Chris and she beamed as Jon came up the rampway, this time kissing her and lifted her to settle on his hip, both holding their titles in the air as husband and wife.

As beautiful and memorable as that night was, it was also the beginning of the downfall for Delilah.

During her match against Britt Baker, Delilah missed a spot and wound up injuring her neck.  She had no idea what she did, but when the stiffness would not go away and it was hard to function in the mornings, she went to the doctor to get checked out while still defending her women’s title.  The doctor concluded she had fractured her C1, but surgery wasn’t required, just plenty of rest and ice.  It was a month into her reign that Delilah received that news and she was both relieved and terrified because she’d had a fractured C1 the entire time.  Physical therapy commenced, she was home for a couple weeks to recover, and she worked through the pain, wrestling as much as she could and even receiving pain shots in her neck.  Nothing was working, though, so she resorted to the only other thing she could think of.  Painkillers.  Opiates.  It wasn’t every day she popped them, but on mornings where she was really stiff in her neck and could barely move, that was what they were there for.  She had to keep going, knowing every bump was making her neck worse as the days and months passed by.

Chapter 40

Eight months into his own title reign, Jon finally dropped the belt to Kenny Omega, doing insane matches like an Exploding Barbed Wire Deathmatch on pay-per-view to try to reclaim his belt.  He lost that match and started drinking a lot more, especially when his friend from the Indies, Eddie Kingston, became his tag team partner.  While Delilah was dealing with her neck issues, Jon was drinking himself into a stupor night after night, going out with Eddie and his other friends instead of going to the hotel with his wife.  She had been bitching constantly about her neck hurting and he finally told her she had to go back to the doctor.  Delilah ignored him, telling him to mind his own business, and Jon didn’t mention another word about it, letting her deal with it. 

Jon had probably pissed her off more than once because he kept telling Delilah to NOT wrestle until her fractured neck, the stiffness, was resolved and taken care of.  That was nothing to screw around with, not only could it be career ending, but also life-threatening if she landed wrong again.  Even something like a misplaced clothesline or lariat could mess her up.  On top of some grueling, brutal matches of his own, his marital issues, and then hanging out with a guy who drank like Steve Austin used to, Jon was becoming a serious alcoholic.

“She won’t see a fucking doctor!” Jon was going to require a lot more cardio or something since beer was packing on some pounds in his gut.  He wasn’t sure how he liked that, but he definitely knew how much he liked drinking.  Delilah wasn’t Delilah lately and he didn’t know what to do anymore, so he just stayed the hell away.

“Well man, what can you do?  She’s a stubborn asshole, just like you are.”

Jon snorted, his eyes darting to his friend.

The thing was Delilah didn’t need to see a doctor.  They would just tell her to keep up with the rest when she could, ice packs, warm compresses…painkillers.  They had prescribed her opiates and she only had a certain amount, so Delilah had to deal with the pain a lot of the time.  She was the AEW Women’s champion, she couldn’t just fold because of a little neck issue!  Jon wrestled countless times; hell, the man had his nipple nearly cut completely off and he sewed it back on HIMSELF!  He had no right to judge her for how she was dealing with her injury and needed to mind his own business.  She was noticing he’d go out more and more after shows with Eddie and their sex life had dwindled a lot.  She was lucky if they had sex once a week, even when they were home.

“I’m not fucking you when you’re drunk, Jon!  Jesus Christ, you really think I want whiskey dick?!  No, I want YOU, my husband, SOBER!”

“And I want my wife to stop being stubborn and see a fucking doctor for your neck before you end up killing yourself with opiates!!  But we don’t always get what we want, do we?!”

“Fuck you!”

“YOU WISH!”

That was the last time they’d spoken and it’d been two weeks of pure silence between them, each doing their own thing.  Delilah had gotten her own hotel room, letting Jon know when he sobered up and wanted his wife back, he knew where to find her.  He was getting worse with the drinking and was slowly killing their marriage.  While Jon and Eddie were chasing the AEW Tag Team Championships, she was busy defending the women’s title on every Dynamite and would do it at the upcoming pay-per-view event against Thunder Rosa, who was an acrobatic in the ring and a technician.

“You need to talk to Jon.”

“No.”

Britt sighed heavily, placing a hand on Delilah’s shoulder. “Sweetie, he’s just worried about you and so am I with your neck.  I know there’s nothing that can be done and they keep saying it’ll take time to heal, but if you keep going in the ring like you are, you’re going to end up paralyzed or worse.”

Normally, Delilah would’ve snapped if it was Jon telling her these words, but the fact it was her best friend made her start to listen. “I’m scared, Britt.  I’m really scared to go back because…I know something’s wrong.  I think my neck has gotten worse and I’m the champion, so until I drop the title, I can’t find out what’s going on.” Something told Delilah she’d have to have surgery and she was terrified to tell her husband, who seemed like he didn’t care about her lately anyway. 

He was too busy losing himself in a bottle of booze on a nightly basis and partying it up with Eddie Kingston.  No, he was losing himself in a bottle and partying it up because his wife had withdrawn from him and when he voiced his concern, she bit his head off.  Delilah was retreating into herself and her friends, her pain killers, and they were both pulling away from the situation, falling into their respective vices.  Sometimes it was just too easy to drown emotions with an addiction.

Sami would have probably died laughing right about now and maybe cried.  Because they were tearing each other apart instead of Jon doing all the shredding.  His sister was becoming someone else entirely.

“That title worth your health, your career, AND your marriage?” Britt understood where Delilah was coming from, but Delilah was MISERABLE, which to her, meant holding that title meant jack.

“What marriage?” Delilah regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth, fresh tears stinging her eyes. “I don’t have a marriage anymore.  Jon doesn’t care about me, he’s too busy drinking and partying, then when we’re home, he spends the entire days out biking or hiking.  We don’t spend any time together like we used to and…I’m laid up in bed mostly trying to ‘rest’ my neck as much as I can before coming to work.” Yes, she was miserable…alone, miserable, and scared to go to the doctor again.

“Do you want me to go with you to the doctor?”

“What?” Delilah stared at Britt wide-eyed, wiping her tears away.

“I know it’s scary for you, but you have to get your neck looked at and I think you need a second opinion.  Your neck is getting worse, not better, and the C1 can be catastrophic to your career, Del.” Britt explained, worry and concern in her eyes.  This should’ve been Jon being here for her, but it wasn’t and Delilah needed someone, so she was it. “I’ll go with you.  You don’t have to do this alone.”

They were out for coffee and sitting in a nearby park having this conversation since Jon was passed out at the hotel in his own room, adjacent from hers. “Okay.” She whispered, looking up at the sky and shut her eyes, letting more tears fall down her cheeks. “Okay, I’ll do it.”

“Now.” Britt took her phone out and handed it over to Delilah. “No more waiting.  Make the appointment now.”

Delilah scheduled to see Dr. Ramos in Vegas on her next day off…a day Jon would be somewhere else wrestling for a different promotion.  Britt planned on flying in to stay with her and go with her to the doctor, having already informed her own husband on what was going on.  Kenny was respectful and understanding that his wife would not be home on her days off this time around, letting her know if they needed anything not to hesitate to call.  Delilah could only hope and pray she didn’t need surgery, that they could do something for her and her wrestling career wasn’t over.

Jon had TRIED getting his wife to see the doctor.  He had gone the pleading route, the factual and career route, raging at her, and she had always shut him down.  Naturally, he got tired of the fighting and the cold shoulder, so he had turned from her the way she had turned from him.  They were perpetuating a cycle, each blaming the other and being miserable.  Jon’s problem was his new buddy was just making his issues worse without even trying to, simply because they drank, talked together, and went out.  Delilah had a good friend in Britt, not that Jon knew that.  Hell, he had women throwing themselves at him and, even with his marriage currently going to hell in a handbasket, he had dismissed them all, not even interested. 

I miss you. He had a hellacious hangover currently and also had no idea what was going on with her because Delilah refused to talk to him.  Him and his whiskey dick.  That was fair.  Also fair, he didn’t want to fuck a junkie.  He waited, staring at his cell for what seemed like ages, waiting for some sort of reply.  When nothing came back, Jon dropped the phone and buried his face in his hands, not realizing they were shaking.

Alcoholism was a bitch.

I miss you too. Delilah shut her eyes as soon as she hit the send button, staring at her phone for a good hour before sending that message. 

What would he say if she told him she was going to the doctor?  I told you so?  Would he get upset with her for finally doing what he wanted her to do months prior?  Delilah didn’t want to deal with the backlash, so she decided to keep Jon in the dark about her upcoming appointment.  The possibility of her career being over because of this neck injury terrified her and she didn’t want Jon worrying about her any more than he already was. 

She didn’t know how to tell him how scared she was, not wanting to admit her feelings out loud.  That was her stubbornness kicking in, her independency taking over.  He had so much on his plate being AEW champion and working for other wrestling promotions, including New Japan Pro-Wrestling.  It killed her being away from Jon, even though they worked for the same company, and she cried every time she looked down at her tattooed wedding band.  What Delilah didn’t know was Jon refused to touch her until she went to the doctor because he would not be responsible for hurting her during sex.  He was legitimately afraid to touch his wife and make love to her because of that neck issue.

Jon would NOT be the reason she couldn’t wrestle anymore.  He knew he had tried having sex with her a few times while blitzed and she had refused him, which was a good thing because sober Jon wanted nothing to do with that.  He missed her, physically definitely, and everything else, but he could NOT reestablish a physical connection knowing one wrong move in bed, no matter how careful he was, could probably paralyze her.  Nothing was worth that, nothing was worth doing that to her.  Another wonderful side effect of alcohol was exactly what she had said to him, whiskey dick, and he was starting to just…lose the libido, period.

By the time Jon got her message, he was enroute to yet another show.  Not driving, Eddie was, and he had been sleeping.  He fumbled with his phone when he woke up, seeing that message and felt something flaring in his chest.  Hope maybe. How are you – nope, he deleted that.  Jon didn’t want to start a fight by asking how she was feeling because she would think he was referring to her neck. I want to see – he stopped again.  Why was sending a message to his wife, the woman he had pursued to the point of shady dealings, so hard?  He loved this woman and he had no idea how to talk to her anymore!

I wanna fix this shit between us, Del. That one he sent.

Then you know what you need to do. Nope, she deleted that one immediately, not wanting to fight with him either and glanced out the window of their beautiful home. 

It felt so empty here without him and she touched the back of her neck, closing her eyes to say another prayer.  She had popped another opiate because the pain that morning was ungodly and her arm had gone numb for over an hour, along with her fingers.  That was why it took so long to send him an actual message because it had scared her.  Her doctor’s appointment was in the morning and Britt was there, currently on the phone with her husband in one of the guest rooms.

I have a doctor’s appoint…No, she didn’t want to deter Jon from wrestling and wiped tears away, feeling the pain slowly begin to diminish and the high take over.

I do too I still love you, Jon. That one she sent because she meant every word and decided a dip in the hot tub was in order…a hot tub they had installed with all the remodeling the house went through.  It was all completed now, thankfully, so if she had to have neck surgery, at least she’d have a safe, secure, comfortable place to recover in.

Britt heard the water running and popped her head in, flashing a thumb’s up when Delilah gave her the ‘I’m okay’ sign, gathering she was having a bad day with her neck because of how she was gingerly moving one of her arms, overly cautious almost.  If Delilah had to have surgery, and it was looking like she would, she would have to tell Jon because she would need someone with her during her recovery.  However, it wasn’t her place to push the pair either, knowing she could make gentle suggestions, but that was about it.  Delilah would talk to and tell Jon when she was ready and not a moment sooner.

Reading that had Jon smiling, the first genuine smile he had flashed in days. I want to see you. He’d make time and he SHOULD have been making time anyway, but it was hard when all they did was treat each other like garbage lately.

I want to see you too.  I miss you so much.  Come home after you take care of business. With her bathing suit on, she stood up while in the hot tub and snapped a picture to send to him, letting him see her, even if it was just a picture.  Delilah didn’t look too worse for wear, but on the inside, she was in constant pain because of her neck.  The neck was connected to everything else in the human body.  Britt walked out and she showed her friend the text messages from Jon, a small smile crossing her face. “He won’t be able to come home until the day before we have to go back on the road for Dynamite.” There would be scans, various tests, and it would all take time to come back, so she would have to continue to push through the pain until she found out if she needed surgery or not.

“Maybe you should miss Dynamite until you know what’s going on, Del.” Britt suggested softly with a smile, glad to see that the pair were talking, even it only through text messages. She frowned when Delilah gave her a look. “You’ve risked a lot, sweetie, I just…feel like until you know for sure, maybe you should take it easy.” She knew back in the day, it was ‘push through the pain’, a lot of the veterans they had all grownup seeing had done it.  Times were changing, though, and their bodies were their bread and butter, so they needed to take care of them.

Frowning, Delilah went to argue and then shut her eyes, leaning her head back to where the jets were hitting the back of her neck. “I won’t wrestle.  I’ll tell Tony Khan what’s going on and I won’t wrestle again until I know what’s going on with my neck.  If…if I have to vacate the title, I’ll do it.  Or I’ll wrestle one final match…” Damn it, her voice cracked as soon as those words came out of her mouth and she opened her eyes, tears flooding down her cheeks.  What would she do if she couldn’t wrestle anymore?  Wrestling was all she’d known, the only thing she ever wanted to do in her life, and there was a chance it could all be over. “I want you to take the title from me, Britt.  Nobody else deserves it more and you can go on and have a fantastic feud with Rosa or whoever.  I want to drop it to you and since you’re a heel, we can…we can make it work.  There’s no other woman I trust more in that locker room than you.  And if it’s my last match, I want it to be against you because I know you’ll take care of me out there.”

That was a solemn, sobering thought and Britt just nodded.  Nobody ever wanted to take a title because someone needed to drop it due to an injury.  It was never a good time and always had to be done carefully.  It had to be meticulously choreographed to ensure everything looked as best it could without actually aggravating the injury. “If that’s what you want, Del, you know I’ve got your back, but for now, let’s see what the doctor says and hope for the best, okay?  If they say you have to hang up your boots, we’ll go from there.”

“Thank you, Britt.” Settling back into the hot tub, her friend joined her as she allowed the jets to hit her neck once again, not surprised when no other text messages came through from Jon.

Chapter 41

After her appointment with the doctor, Delilah was ordered to go straight to the hospital for scans and x-rays, just as she predicted.  Bloodwork was also done as well.  Britt stood by her side through everything, staying in the lobby because she wasn’t allowed to the back for the scans and bloodwork.  It took over three hours, but once she finished, Delilah was emotionally and mentally exhausted, really hoping she had a swift answer from Doctor Ramos.  Britt took her out for dinner, getting her mind off things and Delilah had no idea they’d had photos taken of them walking out of the hospital.  It was all over social media by the time dinner finished and Delilah had shut her phone off, not wanting to be rude to Britt.  They decided to have a movie night together with some popcorn, just to get Delilah’s mind off her upcoming test results.

Unfortunately, being a wrestler and an AEW star…there was zero privacy any time they were out in public, even when it was a serious matter. 

Paparazzi and fans did not care.

That was how Jon found out his wife had finally gone in to be looked at.  Some jackass had parked their car and snapped photos when they had gone in, then gotten them again hours after the fact.  Including the after hospital dinner Britt and Delilah went too.  Still keeping with his ‘no social media and tech’ façade, Jon didn’t come out and say anything because he knew eventually someone would tell him.  But he seen it, he had her tagged in his search settings, so anything ‘newsworthy’ about his wife, he got an alert for.  Maybe that was a little weird, but he did it anyway.  Jon didn’t know what to think about that, nursing a pre-match beer while scrolling through the images.  He wasn’t even mad.  Maybe he was disappointed that she couldn’t come to him, listen to him when he begged and pleaded, before resorting to raging, but at the same time…he felt relief.  He wouldn’t say a word to her, realizing Delilah hadn’t told him for a reason, and he could only hope she would come to him and tell him what he now knew.

Later on that night, after Britt passed out on her, Delilah blinked at the numerous text messages and missed phone calls on her phone.  Her jaw dropped when she went on social media and saw what had been discovered…her hospital visit and dinner with Britt. “Shit…” Jon hadn’t texted her about it, so either he hadn’t seen what she did yet or…he was waiting for her to reach out to him.  Chewing her bottom lip, it was too late to contact Tony Khan, who was one of those missing phone calls.  Right now, she was contemplating what to do about Jon, if she should call or text him. “Damn it, he deserves a phone call…”

Maybe it would be easier to talk to him over the phone about her neck instead of face to face.  Jon could be very pushy when he wanted to be and demanding, which was why she didn’t want to confide in him about how she felt.  She was afraid of judgment and ridicule because he thought one way and she thought another when it came to injuries.  Now that it was out there she was possibly injured…Delilah called him before she could talk herself out of it and waited for him to answer or his voicemail.

This wasn’t something Jon would ridicule her for.  He had his own issues physically that led to a surgery, followed by an experience with MRSA that had left him wondering if he would ever wrestle again.  And it was his own fault for not getting it checked out sooner, which he did point out to her.  That was the last thing he wanted her to go through because MRSA was life-threatening.  He had been PUSHING for this; their source of issues was her insisting on working through the pain and injury, getting frustrated with him for riding her, and him getting angry at her for being stupid with her health.  In his view, her life, and being a dick because of his frustration were all factors in this.

He was still frustrated and he knew it was irrational because it was also that he had a few beers after his match, not even showered yet.  He stared down at his phone, inhaling deeply before answering it. “Hey, darlin’.”

“Hi.” Delilah shut her eyes the moment his voice filled her ear, her heartrate picking up a notch.  How did she go about saying what was on her mind and in her heart?  She had a tissue in hand and dabbed her eyes as a few tears fell, her sniffle resonating through the phone. “I’m sure you’ve already seen I went to the hospital today with Britt.  I knew you had your match and you weren’t coming home, and I didn’t want to go to the doctor alone, so I asked her to come with me.  They scanned my neck and x-rayed it and I’m waiting to hear the results.  It’s gotten worse and…” She swallowed hard, hating the words that were about to come out of her mouth. “I might have to retire, Jon.  I-I might not be able to wrestle again if I need surgery on my neck…and I didn’t want to face it.  I don’t know what I’ll do if I can’t wrestle, it’s all I’ve ever known…”

Jon closed his eyes at those words, inwardly sighing at the sadness in her tone and knew what she felt right now.  He had felt the same when that infection had taken over his arm after his surgery, it had been pretty bad. “I know, darlin’, I know,” He soothed, knowing a C1 fracture was very unstable and she had been wrestling with it. “But if it’s something that can be fixed with surgery…”

Or maybe she had a pinched nerve or…who knew at this point?  He was reaching for hope to give her and the truth was, there was no idea how much extra damage she had done to the initial injury, when she hadn’t slowed down like she should have.  Pointing that all out would have been a bad thing though and he didn’t want her to feel like he was rubbing it in her face.

“Any idea when you’ll get the results back?”

“They said a couple days.  Doctor Ramos is who I saw and…he said surgery is a very real possibility though.  That tells me he must’ve felt something wrong when he examined me and pressed on my neck…” Delilah felt angry with herself for not being more careful in the ring, for letting this happen in the first place. “W-What am I going to do if I can’t wrestle again, Jon?  Stay at home alone while you’re on the road doing what I can’t anymore?” She started crying harder, the reality of her situation crashing over her intensely.  Life was horrible right now and it didn’t help she had alienated her husband because of her stubbornness. “This sucks, I’m the women’s champion right now and I’m gonna have to drop the title because I either need surgery or it’s so bad, surgery won’t fix it and I’ll have to retire.” Neck injuries were nothing to screw with and a lot of legendary wrestlers, men and women, had been taken out of the game because of their necks.

Neck injuries were NOT something to be trifled with, something she had been told repeatedly, and brushed off due to that stubborn streak.  Jon almost felt angry again because if she would have gotten a second opinion, when the pain didn’t stop and QUIT wrestling, they might not even be at this point.  It might have been something that could have been fixed without risking her career, but since she had wrestled on it and ignored everything, drugging herself and ‘pushing through it’.  He inhaled deeply, knowing that wasn’t right to think at all and, even then, it didn’t matter because they were here now.

“It doesn’t mean you have to leave the business entirely, darlin’.  There are other things you could do.” It wasn’t the same and they both knew it; they both were the same as far as their passion for wrestling went. 

It was all or nothing when it came to their careers.

“No.  If I can’t wrestle anymore, I’m done with the business entirely, Jon.  I refuse to be a referee or a backstage technician or on the ring crew…fuck all of that.  I’m a wrestler, a professional wrestler, and if I can’t be that then…then I don’t want to be anything at all.” Delilah trembled, holding the back of her neck and squeezed her phone against her ear, wishing Blue was here to comfort her.  Unfortunately, her big boy was in Cincinnati with his grandma because she couldn’t make it there to grab him before coming home.  When they were both home, they’d grab him then, but when only one could make it, they left him with Jon’s mother. “It’s my fault…I thought I could work through the pain and I tried to rest as much as I could.  But I’m the women’s champion and I had to defend my title.  I had to work…and I might’ve ended my career by not getting a second opinion sooner.  There’s nobody else to blame, it’s on me this is happening.”

No shit. Jon was no stranger to having uncharitable thoughts because he was the first to admit he was a dick, but not when it came to her.  He didn’t realize it yet, but the nights of drinking, starting to have a beer or two during the day, was leading him down a stupid, dark path and it would lead to a lot of ‘fun’ side effects.  Jon would have no one to blame except himself when that happened. “I’ll come home and be with you, darlin’.  I’m sure Tony won’t mind and I could use a break.” He realized that last part was probably the wrong thing to say, now mentally cursing himself out as he got up to go grab a beer from the mini fridge. “We’ll get through this Del, together.”

“No.  You have work set up for the next six months with other promotions.  You can’t break those contracts just because of what’s happening to me.” Delilah wouldn’t let him give up all of his success for her, not when he’d worked so long and hard for it.  Jon had something to prove and unfortunately, he had to put his career above her right now. “I love you, but I swear to god, if you give all of this up because I was stupid with my career, I’ll beat the hell out of you.  Don’t worry about me, just focus on yourself.” A bitterness and edge took over her tone of voice and she knew where it stemmed from.  Jealousy.  She was jealous that Jon could still do what she probably couldn’t. “I’ll be at Dynamite on Wednesday, so if you want, we can talk more then and hopefully, I’ll have the results.” Something told her she’d have to drop her belt on Dynamite because Delilah refused to simply relinquish it without at least one last match.

Delilah had this horrible little habit of making decisions for other people and it had backfired on her spectacularly.  Now wasn’t the time to remind her about that, about her now estranged brother.  Jon just let her think what she wanted and wallow in her misery, bitterness, and jealousy for now.  If push came to shove and she did have to walk away, he’d go on a break or something because he knew, if he let her, she’d let their marriage die because she wouldn’t be able to get past her grief of losing her career.  If this ended between them, it wouldn’t be from him not trying, not after everything he had done to get this woman in the first place.

“If you have to drop it for surgery, you gonna do it with Britt?” Because Britt was about the only person he trusted not to screw her up any further, even though technically it was Britt who had done this to begin with.  Accidents happened.

“Yeah, I already talked to her about it and she agreed to do it.  I know she did it reluctantly, but she’s the only woman I trust in that ring.  She’ll take care of me.”

Britt was her best friend and would never do something to jeopardize her health and career more than it already was.  Their marriage was already dying because Jon pushed way too hard way too fast and then his drinking addiction didn’t help matters either.  Going out night after night with Eddie Kingston didn’t help matters either.  She had gotten her own hotel room because she could no longer handle the rank stench of her husband from the amount of booze he consumed night after night.  Just like he didn’t want to fuck a junkie, she didn’t want to fuck an alcoholic.  If they didn’t get their problems handled, their marriage would be over and it would be on both of them, not just her and not just him.

On his end, their marriage was ending because she was too stubborn and desperate to realize that she needed to do something sooner and quit screwing around with her health.  Delilah had come to rely on opiates, which was about the dumbest thing any wrestler could do in his opinion, to mask her pain.  She was too stubborn and convinced she was right; it was her biggest downfall, her making these decisions and then literally living and dying by them.  Like the one she had made about him years ago, it had taken over a decade for her to come out of that stupidity.  In retrospect, she had been right about losing her brother, but that wasn’t on her.  Sami was a prick who had mangled his own sister’s heart.

“So, I seen the pictures…” Jon might as well just get it out in the open, rip that band-aid off now instead of sitting and thinking on it, getting angry over it. “Were you gonna tell me at all, darlin’?”

“When I got the results back, yeah.  I didn’t…I didn’t want to bother you with it until there was something to tell you.  You’re wrestling in these other organizations, so you have a great deal on your plate.  I didn’t want to add to it.” Delilah could feel the tension over the phone, wiping more tears away and opened the bay window in their room, sitting on the bench to look out at the landscape of their backyard. “I know you’re angry with me and you have every right to be.  I should’ve come to you first, but…I didn’t know how to tell you that my career might be over.  And truthfully, I didn’t need you telling me ‘I told you so’ or something like that.  I know I fucked up and I’m stubborn as hell, and I’ve been stupid with my health, but so have you with all the drinking and partying, Jon.”

See, he had taken the nice road and NOT done any of that and here she was having to drag him into her blame game when this wasn’t about him. “Sorry babe, when my wife began cutting me off because she didn’t want to deal with it, I started slipping into my own bullshit.  It happens.” He retorted dryly, using his free hand to light up a cigarette and inhaled deeply. “It’s a two-way street, Delilah.  When begging with you didn’t work and you still went down opiate lane, I lost my shit and started fighting instead.  You still don’t get to make decisions for me.  I decide what I want on my plate, not you.  I WANT to be part of all this with you, I don’t want you fucking doing it alone or thinking you need to because YOU think my career is more important.  Don’t fucking do that!”

“Your career IS more important, you fucking idiot!  IT IS!  We both agreed wrestling was number one to us and we were each other’s close second!  You can still do this, so don’t give it up because of my dumbass!  Don’t do it, Jon!” Delilah was getting worked up again, her temper flaring and she clenched her fist tightly to rest over her heart. “You’ve worked your entire life for your career, to be where you are today!  The blood, sweat, tears, and choices you’ve made all lead you to become the AEW champion.  If you give it up, then you spit in the fucking face of everyone who has ever wanted to achieve what you have!  You spit in MY face too, your wife, because wrestling is everything to me and if I can’t do it anymore, and you give it up because of me…that’s a guilt I will never be able to live with!  Do you understand me?  I can handle this on my own, but I won’t be able to handle my husband giving up what he’s worked hard for in the business we both love because of me.  This is one decision you don’t have a choice on, I’ve already made it for you.” She hung up on him and tossed her phone to the floor, burying her face in her hands crying her heart out.

“THAT FUCKING SELFISH CUNT!”

There went Jon’s cell phone, smashing against the wall and he had to force himself not to clench his hands into fists or else he would wind up burning himself.  Did she not think about how HE felt?  How he would feel like complete garbage every time he left to go do what she loved?!  No, because in her head she was a martyr who was doing it for ‘them’, not this was for HER.  He needed a beer, the rage flowing through him and had drained about half of it when her words about his drinking and partying came back to him.  That beer went flying into a wall the same way the cell phone had.

“FUCK!”

Chapter 42

The day she arrived at the Allstate Arena in Chicago, Illinois, for Dynamite was when Delilah got the phone call she’d been dreading.  The C1 needed to be surgically repaired, just like she suspected.  A lot of wrestlers that had this type of surgery didn’t recover from it completely because it was such a sensitive area of the neck.  Once a surgery happened, the appendage or that part of the body was never the same again.  It was time to talk to Tony Khan, the boss, and tonight she would be dropping her title to Britt.  Her surgery would take place in two days, they wanted her in as soon as possible to repair the damaged C1.  She had no idea Jon had destroyed his cell phone because they hadn’t spoken in a couple of days, so she sent him a text message. 

Simple and to the point. I need surgery.  My career is pretty much over.

Jon had only just now gotten his new cell phone up and running, smashing his had been such a childish move and he had regret it the next day.  Cells were required in this day and age, especially with all the promotions he wrestled for currently, not to mention…his jackass, decision-making for everyone, wife.  He hadn’t slept well, drinking and smoking, only finally dozing when Eddie drove them from spot to spot.  Jon also hadn’t shaved in a few days and he probably smelled like an ashtray, the car window open because he was on a new cigarette.  

Naturally, he had a million notifications and then he seen the message from her. Not necessarily. Copeland bounced back. No acknowledgement of what was said and her hanging up so he couldn’t argue, just him…he didn’t even know anymore. Jesse Sorenson did. Kid had gotten his C1 fractured back in 2012 while working for TNA, he had returned to the ring as well.

There was a damn good reason she wasn’t giving Jon a choice in this matter.  Maybe she was being a jackass, but wrestling was Jon’s everything, just as much as it was hers, and it was bad enough she wouldn’t be able to do it anymore after this surgery. Copeland took over 10 years to come back from his injury, Jon.  And I don’t know how bad the damage is until they get in there and fix it.  I’m in my 30’s already and you know how it is for women compared to men in this business.  Don’t try to sugarcoat this and make me feel better, please.

It would be extremely hard for her to come back from something like this and there was no way in hell she’d be wrestling in her 40’s.  Honestly, she had maybe a few years left of her career before having to hang the boots up, so it was happening sooner than she wanted.  Women wrestling in their 40’s typically didn’t look very well and she refused to overstay her welcome.  That was the problem with women like Lita and Trish Stratus, they were in their 40’s and kept coming back for the spotlight.  That would not be Delilah. 

When she was done, she was done.

What bothered him the most was the fact that he was trying to meet her halfway with this next phase of her neck, trying to be there for and with her, and she was pushing him away.  She was shutting him down and making decisions for them both, not giving him a say.  Not only was his mind rebelling at this, but so was his heart.  Didn’t she know how much she meant to him?!

“Country man, really?”

“Brother, sometimes country is good for the soul.”

Jon was going to have to stop riding with Eddie, pinching his nose as he looked out the window.

~!~

“I don’t feel comfortable with you wrestling at all, Delilah, not with a neck injury this severe.” Tony was being honest with her, sitting across from her at his desk with his hands folded on top. “Look, you know me and you know I let a lot of things go around here when it comes to the wrestlers, man and woman.  But I’m sorry, I can’t in good conscience allow you to compete to drop the title.  You’ll have to go out to the ring and give a promo and vacate it.”

“Tony…this may be my last match…”

“You don’t know that.”

“But I do know that.” Delilah still couldn’t believe this was happening to her and let a few tears fall down her cheeks. “I’m not getting any younger.  I’ve done this nearly my whole life with my brother and husband.  I’ve given everything to this business, my blood, sweat, tears, and heart.  There’s not one inch of me I haven’t given and you’re telling me I can’t go out my way?  I have to say some stupid promo in the ring…”

“You should speak from the heart, Delilah.” Tony stood and walked around to squat in front of her, taking her hands in his. “Go out there and tell your fans what’s going on.  Speak the truth and no matter what you say, there is a chance you’ll make it back.  But you have to put your health first before your career because, without your health, there is no career.  But you can’t wrestle with your neck, it’s a liability.”

Delilah left Tony’s office feeling more frustrated and heartbroken than ever, finding a dark empty dressing room to break down in.  Tonight, she would have to go out there and vacate her women’s championship instead of letting Britt take it from her in a match.  There was no point going out there in her ring attire…ring attire she’d probably never wear again.  That made another shard puncture her heart and she pulled her phone out, deciding to warn Jon ahead of time about tonight’s show.

Tony won’t let me wrestle, so I have to cut a promo in the ring and vacate the title.  Surgery is on Friday at 9 AM, gotta be there by 7 for prep and shit.  FML. She sent that and stood up from the floor, wiping her tears away before heading out to get her makeup and hair done.

For what could be the final time she stepped foot in a wrestling ring for the rest of her life.

Jon already had a feeling that was what was going to happen.  On his downtime, he had spoken privately to Tony about what was going on with Delilah.  One of the best things about Tony was the fact that he was not ‘push through it’, not like Vince had been in the past.  He hadn’t told Tony one way or another what he should do nor had he said what he wanted done.  But he had expressed his concerns as a desperate husband.  Honestly, he wasn’t sure if Delilah would tell Tony just how bad it was given the extent of the injury.

Tony wasn’t an idiot.  The last thing he wanted was one of his wrestler’s suffering death or paralysis in his ring and that’s what Delilah would be risking with a final match.  He cared about the wrestlers and he was also a businessman, a smart one.  Broken wrestlers weren’t worth anything and neither was the bad press.  He could balance both caring and smarts.

I’m sorry.  I have Friday off.  Want me to come be with you?

Delilah wasn’t sure what he had planned for Thursday, maybe media or something. I was hoping you would because I need someone to drive me home.  I won’t be able to drive after the surgery until my follow-up.  Britt didn’t know your schedule, so she said she’d come with me if you couldn’t.  I’ll tell her you’ll be there.

Delilah hadn’t seen her husband in what felt like ages, even though they lived together and worked for the same company.  It’d been at least two months since everything started going downhill for them and now she was in a bad way.  She thought about texting her brother to let him know what was going on with her and decided he could find out on national television, along with everyone else, when she opened the show tonight to vacate her title.

Meet you in the parking lot after the show? He’d just go home with her.

It would be awkward because he had a lot of things he wanted to unleash on her and her messed up way of thinking she could control other people’s lives with her decision-making garbage, which had YET to work out for her in the long run.  But he also wanted his wife and friend back, so he had to swallow of it down and just keep on…staying quiet and letting her do what she wanted.  If Delilah kept leaving doors shut in his face, he’d just start making holes and getting sneaky, much like he had the night he had gotten her lit and married her.

It wasn’t that Delilah was trying to control Jon’s life. 

That’s not what she was trying to do at all.  She was trying to conserve and protect his career.  However, if she ever found out what he’d done, how he’d gone to Tony Khan to express his concern over her well-being and stuck his nose in her career…Delilah would’ve been livid.  It was a really good thing she didn’t know and hopefully, she never would.

Really?  You’ll come home with me? Delilah looked down at her tattooed ring around her finger and closed her eyes, keeping the tears at bay while her hair was being teased.  She had a white jumpsuit she’d brought with her that she planned on wearing to the ring to give her speech.

“Everything okay, Delilah?” Sasha, one of the stylists, asked when she saw the woman wipe a stray tear from her cheek.

Good thing her makeup hadn’t been done yet. “Yeah.  Yeah I’m fine, just something in my eye.”

Sasha didn’t believe that for a second and kept on teasing away, dropping the subject.

By trying to protect and preserve his career, without giving him any say, that was controlling someone.  Jon wasn’t having it.  He would quit out of sheer spite one day if it came down to it.  She was actively making decisions based on HER wants and needs and what she WANTED for him yet would blow her load everywhere if she knew he had talked with Tony out of sheer desperation.  They eventually had to get on the same page or else this wasn’t going to work.  They were supposed to be a team, supporting each other.  Not making stupid decisions for each other or tearing each other apart.  They both seemed to have forgotten that.

Jon sat in his room, avoiding the beer tonight and, when he couldn’t help it anymore, he began doing his warmup, his volume up on the monitor so he could hear when Delilah hit the ring.  Did Sami know?  He imagined Sami knew something was going on given her hospital visit being aired online.  His heart broke the second he heard her music hit.

It was the opening segment of Dynamite.

Delilah came out with the women’s championship over her shoulder, her hair and makeup done to perfection, with silver large hoops in her ears.  She was also wearing her wedding ring she brought with her since she would not be wrestling after tonight.  Taking her time, she stopped in front of the ring and soaked it in, doing everything in her power not to start crying.  Squaring her shoulders, she put one foot in front of the other, wearing white heels with the white jumpsuit.  She slipped through the ropes as the fans cheered her and held the title up, going to each corner before grabbing a microphone from the ring announcer.

“Since I was a little girl, the only thing I’ve dreamt about in life is becoming a professional wrestler.  Not a sports-entertainer.  That was all my life revolved around was this 20x20 squared circle I’m standing in tonight as the AEW Women’s champion,” She paused for the crowd and then continued, knowing if she paused too long, the tears would start flowing. “For the past 15 plus years, I have dedicated myself to pro-wrestling.  I have sacrificed everything for this.  My blood, sweat, and tears all went into pro-wrestling.  This is my dream…and unfortunately, here tonight, I have to give up that dream.”

Christ, this was a lot harder than Delilah thought it’d be and the tears welled up in her eyes, but she didn’t let them fall. “For the past several months, I’ve been having pain in the back of my neck.  The night I won this title from Britt Baker, I could feel something wasn’t right with one of the bumps I took.  Turns out, I fractured my C1 and I was told to take some time off to rest it.  I didn’t.  I was the women’s champion, I had to keep going and I trained to push through the pain, to endure, regardless of how much pain you’re in or what you’re going through.  You endure.  That’s what a champion does.  And I can honestly tell you all that I gave you everything that I had inside of me.  I left it all here in the ring…literally.”

The fans started cheering and chanting her name for a minute before she started to speak again. “A few days ago, I went to the doctor because the pain has gotten worse, not better, and because I didn’t rest my neck, I now have to have surgery to repair my C1 and possibly my C4.  As we all know, several wrestlers, men and women, have had this surgery and…a lot of them have never wrestled again.  So tonight, as much as I hate doing it this way, I have no choice except to vacate the AEW women’s championship.  I let you all down, I let myself down, my husband and family down, but most of all, I let all of you down.  But I do promise you one thing, I will do my absolute best to heal and recover from this surgery.  I will bust my ass day in and day out, I will rehabilitate and do what I have to do to get back in this ring one day.” The passion and fire in her voice and eyes made the crowd roar, and it made her wipe some stray tears away. “Thank you for your undying love and support, I love you all and this isn’t the last you’ve seen of me, I promise you that.” Just as she dropped the microphone, a very familiar song blared through the speakers as the barbed wire lit up the screen and Delilah’s eyes snapped to the back entrance, her heart pounding in her chest. 

WILD THING! This was her husband’s theme entrance – what the hell was Jon coming out here for?!

Because she was WRONG!  She had NOT let him down!  Jon could not be any prouder of her and it showed on his somewhat wet face as he made his way down to the ring.  The look on her face was nothing but shock and he knew she hadn’t expected him out here.  She should’ve!  She knew him.  He never did anything Delilah expected or even wanted.  Jon was always the wildcard in her life, the variable.  The only constant was that he loved her fiercely, sometimes angrily, and always passionately.  She just hadn’t realized any of that yet.  Delilah’s hardest critic had always been herself, even when she had given her ALL.  She was never satisfied and he was proud of her, even when she thought she hadn’t done enough. This woman…

He took the microphone off the mat, listening to the fans.  Some were cheering, some were confused and he paced before her for a second.  Finally, he stopped and inhaled deeply, his electric blues locking with hers. “Delilah,” his voice was lower than usual, more rasp and grit in it. “You’re wrong, darlin’…” She looked so confused and he reached out for her hand, bringing it up to his lips in front of all these people with absolutely no shame. “I have never been prouder of you than I am right now.” In her struggle to get here, her victories and losses on this road, and now when it seemed like it might be the end, he was proud of her and her strength in the face of her dreams dying around her.

“Jon…” She whispered, feeling breathless at his words and could not pull her gaze away from his, not believing he was out here right now. 

He was breaking character, the fourth wall was non-existent and she really hoped Tony Khan was all right with this.  None of the fans knew their marriage had been on a lifeline, slowly fading, and him coming out here in front of all these people, and however many watching from home, made those tears in her eyes rush down her cheeks.  The feel of his hand in hers, she gravitated to him and touched the side of his bearded face, so much love and certainty in his electric blues under the bright lights.

“You’re crazy, you know that?”

No, he wasn’t crazy, it was love that drove him to come out here, without Tony Khan’s consent.  It was love that drew her into his strong arms, kissing her for the entire world to see.  It was the first kiss in what felt like a lifetime and the crowd roared for them both, making her cry harder.

Even backstage, Britt was bawling and Chris had teared up, both standing side by side watching this on a monitor.

Tony wasn’t the least bit surprised or upset, grinning from ear to ear at the emotional moment.  This was what professional wrestling, this world, was all about.

Jon broke the kiss a minute later and took her arm, raising it in victory.

Chapter 43

Delilah got a standing ovation after that and Jon presented her raised arm to each side of the squared circle, to the fans, and then let go, applauding her right along with them.  This was real, nothing scripted, and he knew the fans appreciated it.  He also knew if she ever returned to the ring, – He knew she would because there was just no way he could imagine this ring without her beautiful backside in it – she’d be welcomed back with open arms.  Jon held the ropes for her when she made her way to exit them, dropping down and held out his hand.  It wasn’t that he was trying to ‘help’ her or treat her like glass, he was publicly showing his support and his love for his woman in the only way he knew how.

The crazy way.

Jon didn’t come out as Jon Moxley this night.  He was simply Jonathan Good supporting his wife in her time of need.  That was it.  That was what the fans got to see, the vulnerability, and they felt the love between man and wife in the ring.  Once they were backstage, Tony was there hugging her and shaking Jon’s hand.  Britt hugged her close, letting her know she had this and she was praying for the best outcome for her long-time friend.  Tony had given Jon the night off since he’d already shown himself out there to the fans.  That was good enough, right now, he had to go home to be with his wife, who was having a very serious neck surgery in just two days.

“If you need more time off, Jon, you let me know.”

Delilah overheard that and didn’t say anything, burying her face in his chest to start crying all over again, her tears soaking through his shirt. “I-I’m sorry…” She mumbled against his chest, looking up at him with a tear-stained face and her hands reached up to cup his bearded face. “I love you so much, Jon.”

“I love you too.” Even when they didn’t act like they loved each other, he knew they still did.  Marriage was definitely not wine and roses and anyone who said it was easy and didn’t require work was in a boring, Stepford situation.  Even when he wanted to choke this woman out, he loved her. “Don’t be sorry, not for anything.” He rumbled, knowing it easy for all the bad and negative garbage they had been through lately to disappear in this moment. “We’re going to get through this, Delilah, you’re not alone.” She couldn’t lose him even if she tried and he’d give it to her; she had really tried lately to push him away, whether she realized it or not.

All she could do was nod and reached up to hug him around the neck, pressing her body against his and breathed him in. “I missed you so much.” Delilah felt like such a cold bitch for what she’d done to him lately, for pushing him away. 

Granted, the main reason she had gotten her own hotel rooms was because of his drinking and partying, but a wife wasn’t supposed to do that.  Regardless of what Jon was doing, unless he cheated on her, Delilah should’ve stuck by his side and instead she failed him.  No more separate rooms, no more living separate lives because their marriage was too important to her.  Still, she would not let him give his career up for her…that decision she was steadfast on and nothing would change her mind.

“I still can’t believe you did that out there.  You definitely know how to shock the shit out of me, Moxley.”

If his wife hadn’t been a cold-hearted bitch, who shut him down whenever he tried talking, or even yelling, at her over her neck, Jon wouldn’t have gone out and partied and drank like a fish.  This was their problem, not that either of them realized it or would probably admit it.  They blamed each other for WHY they did things when they were both just as bad.  No matter how bad things got, no matter how drunk he had gotten, he had NEVER cheated on her and he had plenty of chances.  Jon had turned down a LOT of offers of pussy; he was interested in only one woman, even when she wasn’t interested in his drunk, whiskey dick backside.  As for his career, she could tell him what he was doing until she was blue in the face, but the fact of the matter was, Jon didn’t need her permission to do anything.  If he wanted to take time off, he would.  If he wanted to retire, he would.  Delilah literally had no say and, at this point, he was just extending her a courtesy by not discussing it.  The only thing he cared about right now was getting through this surgery and then seeing what happened after rehabilitation and everything else, knowing she was going to need him, whether she wanted to admit it or not.

“Well, the day I stop surprising you is probably the day we’re done, darlin’,” And that would never happen because Jon still had plenty of tricks up his sleeves. “I love you, and I’m with you on this, and sometimes…I think you need a reminder how much I love you.” Honestly, he could think of no other way better than publicly in that ring.

“You never have to prove to me how much you love me.  I already know you do.”

Even if Jon did cheat on her during their break from each other, Delilah wouldn’t have left him over it.  With all the alcohol he drank, it wouldn’t surprise her if he had a romp or two with someone else.  That was the harsh reality of her situation.  But at the same time, she trusted Jon to be faithful and loyal to her.

“Since we’re leaving tonight and we’re close to Cincinnati,” They were about 6-7 hours away since they were in Chicago. “I want to go get Blue…” Jon shook his head, touching the back of her neck gently to remind her of what was to come. “I miss him, Jon.  We’ve barely seen him lately and I don’t want him to think we abandoned him.  He’s our baby boy and he’ll make me feel better, please?”

“I’ve seen him, he’s gotten fatter.” Because he had been in the area and lit, Jon had gone home to mommy and cried on his fat, spoiled dog before passing out on her tiny couch.  Mom hadn’t said anything about the drinking, she had just let him cry, be a baby, and that was that.  She knew if he wanted to talk, he’d talk.  Sometimes, just being nearby was enough. “He’ll be fine for a bit longer, he might actually miss his grandma anyway.” His Mom fed Blue a LOT of table scraps, but Blue seemed happy.  AFTER her surgery, after Delilah had rested a bit, then they’d bring Blue home. “He’d try knocking your ass over, Del, and he might be able too now.” He would have to take his dog on runs again, whip him back into shape.

Sighing heavily, Delilah’s face fell a little upon hearing that, but she also knew Jon was right.  Blue wasn’t a small dog by any means and she didn’t want her baby boy hurting her after her surgery. “Okay, you’re right.” It wasn’t easy for her to admit when she was wrong, but Jon deserved it after everything that had happened lately. “Tony said you don’t have a match tonight or anything?” He nodded, wrapping his arm around her shoulders as they began trekking down the hallway to his dressing room to grab his bag.  Hers was in the back of her rental car that she had planned on taking to the airport after cutting her heartfelt promo and dropping the women’s title. “My flight leaves in about two hours, so I’ll change it and we can get on the same one together.  You good with that?”

Blue was a little bigger than she remembered.  Maybe he should get the dog into a program before she seen him since she might be a bit surprised at how…well-fed Blue was now.  He made a mental note to let his Mom know no more table food for a while.  Jon hadn’t been clearly thinking the other night when he was there.

“That’s fine, darlin’, whatever you want to do.”

Jon hadn’t had much of an appetite lately and had been eating because he had too.  Now, even with that surgery looming, he felt his appetite returning.  He knew why too, because they were back together and it felt like everything was going to be all right.  They hadn’t been intimate with each other in months because he had flat out told her he wasn’t fucking her or making love, any of it, and risking hurting her further.  As much as he hated it, he felt vindicated in that decision, realizing he seriously COULD have injured her.  Then the drinking and opiates combined with her not wanting him, karma was a bitch and he had gotten it in spades.

“You hungry, babe?” She looked a little…thinner, actually, and she was flexing her fingers. “Your arm okay?” He didn’t realize she had been losing feeling or getting tingly sensation in it.

“I’m fine…it happens sometimes.” Delilah just kept flexing her fingers like she’d been doing, waiting for the pins and needles feeling to disappear. “There we go…there we go…” She smacked her shoulder and shook her hand, blinking when Jon stopped them both from walking to stare down at her. “I get this numb feeling down my arm sometimes and I just have to wait for it to go away…” His eyes widened upon hearing that and her eyes lowered, knowing she had really pushed herself too far with this injury.  Delilah had made a mountain out of a molehill. “It’s fine now, I have the feeling back in my arm and fingers.”

No, she had royally screwed the pooch!  Delilah had tried working through it and may have made it worse.  What if it had been okay after that first doctor’s visit and Delilah’s insistence on still wrestling had turned ‘okay’ to ‘oh shit’?  That was a horrible thought and Jon knew she had probably already thought of it first.

“Okay.” He didn’t know what else to say, his voice coming out low and uncertain. “Let’s go, you got a rental?” He held out his hand when she nodded. “I’ll drive and you can change your flight around.” Since he had come in with Eddie, he had his bag over his shoulder and he doubted Eddie was expecting him tonight.  The man could listen to his damn soul-hurting country music alone for a while.  Jon was done with that. “What sounds good to eat?” Was it bad that he wanted a beer?

“Well, if you’re coming home with me, don’t you have to change your flight too?” Delilah remarked, keeping her own voice calm since she was used to feeling the tingly sensation in her arm and hand. 

The doctor told her it was normal due to where the injury was located in her neck.  If she experienced pure numbness for more than a few minutes, she needed to go to the emergency room immediately.  Jon told her what time his flight was scheduled for, which was the next day, so they decided to head home tomorrow instead of tonight and just stay at the hotel.  She canceled her flight, got one with him later the following morning and let Jon decide where to go for food.  Honestly, she didn’t have an appetite, her heart broken now that she wasn’t AEW women’s champion and possibly her wrestling career was over.

“I know there’s a lot of issues between us that need to be fixed, but I really appreciate what you did for me tonight and supporting me.  Breaking character couldn’t have been easy for you to do.”

Considering she wouldn’t be allowed to eat for like, twelve hours or so, before that surgery, Jon figured she might want to eat something delicious before getting stuck on liquids at the hospital. “You have no idea exactly how easy it was, Del,” Jon figured something with a drive-thru was in order, somewhere he couldn’t get a drink, and he doubted either of them were up for hanging out in public after tonight.  There would be a good chance someone recognized them, neither needed that headache.  He hadn’t thought twice about going out there and he hadn’t planned on it either.  But her heartbreak in that ring had called to him and he had answered the call. “I love you, no matter where we’re currently at with each other, and I’ll always support you.” As best as he was able anyway.

Or unless he thought she was putting her health and life at risk.

“I should’ve listened to you and taken some time off to heal my neck properly.  Then I wouldn’t be in this position.  And I’m done with the painkillers.  No matter how much pain I’m in after the surgery, I’m not taking them.”

Delilah would go cold turkey, really hoping her body hadn’t gotten addicted to them in the past few months.  Didn’t it usually take longer than that?  Maybe, maybe not.  She’d do it, needing to cleanse herself before she went too far with them and wrecked her life, her marriage, and what was left of her career.  Jon could only nod and pulled up to an Arby’s, ordering them a bunch of beef & cheddars with a few things for himself.  Delilah didn’t care what he ordered as she stared out the window, holding the food in her lap while he drove to the hotel.

Jon doubted she was going to have a choice on those painkillers, at least not until she was off IVs and everything else.  Honestly, surgery on the neck was no joke.  He would have recommended asking for a prescription with NO refills on it, but…he didn’t.  Nor did he comment about what Delilah said about listening to him, not sure what to say.  He didn’t want to rub it in her face, even though he knew he had been right, but hearing her admitting it after all this hell…still felt wrong.  Almost like she had given up and that terrified him all over again.  They were quiet all the way to the hotel.  Once inside her room, he set the food out on the small table, having even gotten her a shake; it used to be one she had tried feeding him and it was gross.

Delilah unzipped the jumpsuit she had on since it was in the front and pulled it from her body, stepping out of it after kicking her heels off.  She had on a cotton white thong and bra, not wanting any panty lines while wearing this outfit.  It wasn’t the first thong Jon seen her in and it wouldn’t be the last.  She lifted her bag on the bed and folded the jumpsuit up before unfastening her bra, placing it in there and pulled out a plain black long nightshirt.  She pulled it on and zipped her bag back up, stopping when something orange caught her eye.  Delilah froze at the bottle of pills staring back at her and narrowed her eyes, immediately taking them into the bathroom to flush them down the toilet, meaning what she said.

Jon had watched all that, not touching his food while watching her.  She was beautiful, stunningly beautiful, and always had been.  Was it possible to train his cock to not even twitch though?  Through fear, rejection, and then way too much alcohol in a short time?  Because there was not even a hint of a boner, even though his wife was in just her thong and a bra, all white.  He had watched through the open door as she tossed those pain pills, knowing she hadn’t fallen very far into an addiction with them, if any.  Delilah wasn’t that way, she was a lot stronger than people, even him sometimes, gave her credit for.

On the other hand, he wasn’t.

It would be hard to deal with the pain, but Delilah had to detox her body from the opiates before the addiction got any worse.  It was an addiction and her entire body trembled slightly while dumping those pills.  Washing her makeup off in the sink, she finally emerged from the bathroom with Jon still seated at the table with his untouched food.  He wasn’t hungry either, not like he’d thought.  Beneath the makeup were dark circles that marred her eyes, which was why she didn’t go out in public without makeup on these days.  She had to hide them and hoped after this surgery, she could get back to a somewhat normal life without pain and her arm going numb or tingly.  Right now, however, none of that was on the forefront of her mind.  Her handsome, thoughtful husband was who hadn’t touched her until that night in the ring in front of millions. 

Padding over to him, those eyes looked up at her and she moved to straddle him in the chair, getting as comfortable as she could. “I miss you, Jon.  I miss us.  Nothing else matters except us right here right now.” She softly brushed her lips against his, sliding her hands up to grip his muscular shoulders and pressed herself a little harder against him. “Make love to me, I need you and I know you need me.  I’ll never give up on us and tonight you showed me you’re not either.”

Jon had refused to sleep with her when this all started and he shook his head once again, denying her. “I can’t, Delilah.” Jon whispered, knowing this wouldn’t settle well with her, but he just couldn’t. 

He had tried a few times blackout drunk and she had rightfully, smartly turned him down.  Jon had regret the next day when she informed he had tried fucking her.  Talk about being a hypocrite, refusing 90% of the time to risk hurting her further and then 10% being blitzed and trying!  Jon could feel the need, the want, in her and he just couldn’t, shaking his head again and brushed his lips against her forehead.

“If I hurt you or made it worse, I’d never forgive myself.” Just like she had made decisions for them based on what she wanted, he was making this one based on what he wanted.  That was a clear conscience, knowing he wasn’t risking paralyzing the love of his life.

“But you won’t…” He was still shaking his head, steadfast on this and it broke her heart because she needed her husband.  She needed him more than ever right now and he was being overprotective of her.  What more could she do or say to change his mind?  Once Jon’s mind was made up about something, nothing could change it. “W-We could go slow and…” Again, he shook his head and this time lifted her off him to stand, rising to his own feet in front of her. 

Tears glistened in her eyes at the realization that once her surgery was done, they wouldn’t be able to make love for a very long time.  It would take a minimum of nine months to fully recover, according to her doctor, but that depended on the severity of the damage done.  Maybe keeping separate rooms was the right thing to do, after all.  Her husband didn’t want her sexually because of her injury and Delilah had nobody else to blame except herself.

“Fine.  I’m going to bed then.” Jon reached out to touch her and she backed away, so much hurt and pain on her face and in her eyes flashing back at him. “Don’t touch me unless you plan on fucking me.” That was harsh, but also fair because she could not handle Jon touching her without the intimacy.  Turning, she went to the bed and laid down with her back facing him, not wanting him to see her tears. 

Losing her career was bad enough, but to be rejected again by her husband…it was too much for Delilah to handle all at once.

How’s it feel? He mentally asked, inwardly bitchslapping himself as soon as the unkind thought hit. 

But it was true.  Rejection was horrible, being given absolutely no say also was.  Her decisions had been made because she cared more about his career than he did at the moment.  His was the fact that even going slow and cautiously, if he did something to hurt her neck, even gently rock her body, he could make her condition worse.  Jon could live with a LOT on his conscience, but not that.  Groaning, he abandoned the dinner on the table and went into the bathroom to shower, cursing under his breath.

Chapter 44

Instead of making things right between them, silence reigned once again. 

Neither knew what to say to the other and each were in their own thoughts, their own minds.  Delilah hated looking down at the tattoo wrapped around her left ring finger because she felt like it mocked her.  This entire marriage was a sham.  Jon wouldn’t touch her because of her injury and he wouldn’t be able to for a long time once the surgery happened.  And she refused to let him give his career up for her, so they were making decisions for each other because they thought they were being protective, not hurtful.  Reality was it was very hurtful.  She didn’t bother holding his hand or anything on the way to the airport or on the plane, meaning what she said.  If he didn’t want to make love to her, he didn’t need to touch any part of her.  It was petty and she knew it, but Delilah wasn’t in a good mindset at the moment, trying to do everything in her power not to think the worse about this upcoming surgery.

Being at home was worse. 

They were alone together, but they each did their own thing.  Delilah had moved out of the master bedroom and into one of the spare guest rooms while Jon was away, giving him his own room and space.  She saw no reason to change it since he didn’t want to touch her.  The man was an idiot if he thought he’d make her neck worse with lovemaking!  Her neck was jacked up because she hadn’t listened to doctor’s orders.  It wasn’t like he would suplex her while fucking her, but again, that was Jon’s decision and she’d respect it.  She didn’t like it, she hated it in fact, but she would respect it.  So, he would respect her choice not to share a bed or room with him for the foreseeable future.  Delilah didn’t say a word to him and went into her room, locking the door behind her.  She wanted to be left alone completely, not caring how he felt because he wasn’t the one about to go into what could be a career or even life-threatening surgery.  That kiss in the ring was a goddamn hoax as far as she was concerned, a publicity stunt, and she sat at the window for hours, crying silently.

At this point, Jon was getting used to the fact that Delilah was just a stonehearted bitch.  She wanted things her way or nothing else.  He hadn’t realized it; he should’ve given she had made her decision to basically brush him off for years because she hadn’t wanted to hurt Sami.  She was in the habit of trying to control everyone’s lives based on what she thought was best.  Jon had decided it was because she was a woman in a male dominated business and she still had the mindset that this was the late 90’s and early 2000’s.  She had to push through, put everything else on a backburner, and screw everyone else.  Things had changed a lot, even for women, but not for her because she was so blinded by her own garbage decision-making skills. 

Admittedly, Jon was drunk as a skunk.  He hadn’t bothered going into THEIR bedroom after she moved everything of hers out.  He was tired of being shut down by his wife, especially since he had given her the same treatment she had been smacking him with for months: garbage decision-making! “Oh fuckin’…come on…” Grabbing his beer, he lost count at how many, his blue eyes narrowed at his computer screen.  Game room and mini bar in the basement, he planned on living here now. “Fuckin’ die…you PRICK!  MISERABLE SELFISH CUNT!” He began really cursing when he died.

To anyone else listening, it might sound like he was cursing out his wife since nobody was around to see what he was doing.  Buck naked, no less.

~!~

The morning of her surgery left Delilah to make another heartbreaking decision for Jon.  She had gone downstairs to their game room and there he was, stark naked, slumped over on the couch with his arm over his eyes.  She was tempted to wake him up, but the slew of beer cans and whiskey bottles laying on the floor, all empty…no, she didn’t need a hungover, worthless husband at the hospital with her.  Not saying a word or making a sound, Delilah trudged back upstairs with tears in her eyes and pulled her phone out, grabbing her keys in the process.

“What’s wrong?” Britt demanded as soon as her cell went off, busy on a morning walk with her husband. “Talk to me, Del.”

“It’s Jon…H-He got drunk last night and…he’s passed out, Britt.  He’s completely passed out and I don’t want him at the hospital with me hungover and smelling like booze!” Delilah was beside herself, outside now in the truck and fired up the ignition, not able to stop the tears from falling.

Jesus Christ, what was wrong with Jon lately?  Britt couldn’t do anything because she was currently on vacation with her husband. “Shit.  I thought for sure he’d be there for you after that kiss he gave you on national television…”

“Yeah, you and me both.” Delilah snorted derisively, thinking back to what her brother had said about Jon destroying her.  Was he right?  Had she made a mistake by marrying Jon?  He was nothing more than a worthless drunk these days! “I’m on my way to the hospital.  I’ll…figure it out somehow.  I know you’re on vacation with Adam, so…I’ll let you go.  Don’t worry about me, if I have to, I’ll rent an Uber to come get me after surgery to bring me home.”

They hung up and Britt told Kenny what was going on, both of them having the same idea in mind.  Delilah would be livid with her for doing this, but…she needed someone right now and they knew someone who WASN’T a drunk and would be there for her in her time of need.

Someone she hadn’t purposefully spent months pushing away no less, which was probably new to Kenny Omega these days.  Nope, she had turned all that towards her own husband, forcing him to bury his sorrows and fears, loneliness and depression into partying and drinking.  Anything to make him forget that his wife only wanted him when it was convenient for her.  She wanted his CAREER, not him.  Jon had reached that decision last night.  Or sometime early AM.

Delilah was in surgery when Kenny Omega, Kenny Omega, her ex-boyfriend, had arrived at the hospital.  It was a bit odd that Kenny, Britt’s husband, had called and asked this favor because he assumed Omega and Delilah were on speaking terms and cordial.  Not really.  Mostly due to her batty crazy, drunk of a husband.  Everyone knew Moxley had spent the past two months partying it up like he was a single man, drinking and going nuts.  Kenny let the receptionist know he was family, providing details to confirm – dating her briefly had given him plenty of information – and then sat down to wait.  He was informed that she wouldn’t be able to leave right out the gate and nodded, making arrangements for her to have a private room with room for one guest.

Then, because he was a prick and she wouldn’t know or realize for quite some time, he set the visitor list for her.

Slowly opening her eyes sometime later that night, Delilah did not expect to find Kenny Omega, her ex, here with her instead of her husband, the man she really hoped to see upon waking up.  Kenny was currently slumped over in a chair by her bedside, his hand on the bedding and she instinctively moved away from it, tears forming in her eyes.  She was in a lot of pain, her heartrate picking up speed, and glanced up at the clock, seeing it was just past 7 PM.

Jon, how could you not be here?

It was her fault and she knew it, all because she’d been consumed with reconnecting with him and him refusing to take the chance for fear of paralyzing or hurting her further.  They really were a very messed up couple.  It was laughable in a heartbreaking way.  Still, she didn’t know what Kenny Omega was doing here, but she didn’t want nor need him or anyone else for that matter.

“Ahh, Mrs. Good, how are you feeling?” Nurse Patricia asked by way of greeting as soon as she walked in to check on her patient, a smile on her face. “How’s your pain level?”

“Seven, maybe an eight…” Delilah replied in a slightly groggy voice, her tone rough from the intubated during surgery. “Water please…”

“Sure thing.” The nurse handed her the huge wide cup with a straw, ordering her to sip slowly. “Your vitals look great and we’ll get you some more morphine to stave off the pain.”

“W-When can I leave here?”

“Probably tomorrow, we want to keep you overnight for observation.  I’m sure the doctor informed you of that.”

Unfortunately so.  Kenny had stirred by now and was remaining quiet, her eyes focusing on the nurse. “I need my phone, so I can call people to let them know I’m okay.”

“Sure thing.” The nurse slid it into her patient’s hand, not realizing Delilah was very upset at the sight of this gentleman here. “Does your husband need anything or…?”

“He’s NOT my husband.” Delilah wanted to make that crystal clear, a bite to her voice and the nurse nodded, swallowing hard.  She wasn’t a wrestling fan, only heard of it, so she had no idea Delilah was married to a very famous professional wrestler.  As soon as the nurse was gone, her eyes narrowed on Kenny with a clenched jaw. “I don’t know what the fuck you think you’re doing here, but you need to leave.  Now.  You’re not my husband, you’re nothing to me, and you have no place here.  Get out.” She’d rather be here completely alone than with a scumbag like her ex-boyfriend, who had treated her poorly after she made it clear she didn’t want to be with him. 

The man had a hard time hearing the word no.

To be fair, Delilah ordered everyone around and it was getting to the point where nobody was really listening anymore.  She had messed herself up because of her stubborn streak and Kenny just shook his head. “I’m sorry honey, but Britt and Adam called me up, something about your husband being too fucked up to make it and you needed someone here with you.” He was honestly surprised they were still together. “I don’t know what you see in him, Lila, what with his drinking and whoring.” Everyone knew about it, how Moxley constantly had a stream of women near him at those parties he got lit at.

Moxley had turned each and every one of them down, no matter how drunk he was.  Eddie would and could vouch for that.

“I know what you’re trying to do and it’s not gonna work.  Don’t worry, I’ll be talking to Britt about this and your help is not wanted nor needed.  I don’t need you here.  I can take care of myself.” Damn right she was ordering him to leave and, if he didn’t do it politely, she’d have security remove him from the building. 

Sure enough, Doctor Ramos came in a few minutes later and she told him this man was not a friend of hers and she wanted him removed from her room. “You don’t know him?”

“I do, but he’s an ex-boyfriend, who doesn’t understand that I’m married and TAKEN.” She held her tattooed left ring finger up as proof, seeing Kenny’s eyes narrow at her and she smiled serenely back at him. “My husband will be here shortly.” That was a lie, she couldn’t get a hold of Jon, but Doctor Ramos didn’t need to know that right away. “Please have him escorted out of here, Doctor Ramos.”

If that’s what his patient wanted, Doctor Ramos wondered where her husband was since he thought this man was Mr. Good.  Apparently not. “Sir, visiting hours are almost over anyway and my patient needs to rest, so you need to leave now.”

HOW COULD YOU SEND MY EX-BOYFRIEND HERE TO HELP ME, BRITT JENKINS-BAKER?!  I’M GOING TO KICK YOUR ASS WHEN I’M BETTER!!  HE’S THE LAST PERSON I WANTED HERE TO SEE ME LIKE THIS AND HE’S BEING AN ARROGANT JACKASS, SAYING JON CHEATED ON ME AND SHIT!!  WHAT THE FUCK?!

Britt CRINGED when she read that message and showed her husband, both of them sharing worried looks with each other.  Damn, they had really screwed up and were only trying to help. I’m sorry sweetie, I didn’t know you and Omega weren’t on speaking terms and he’d say something like that to you!

Tell your husband to tell his friend to leave Vegas and me ALONE!  My husband isn’t cheating on me and he’s an asshole for saying that to me RIGHT AFTER I wake up from surgery!! Just then, Jon came stumbling into the room with Kenny still there, looking both surprised and pissed off and Delilah actually breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing him. “THIS is my husband, Doctor Ramos.  Jon Good.”

Showered, not shaved, but sober and in the know that he had royally screwed up.  His icy blues hit dangerously cold levels when he spotted Kenny Omega, of all people, in the room.  One look at his wife told him that this was not a welcome visit. “By the way, dickhead, I added myself back to the fucking visitor’s list.” He had NOT been amused when he learned that he had been removed and had to exert some husbandly authority to fix that shit. “You’ve been kicked off of it.”

“Ah…Mister…whoever you are, you really must leave or else security will escort you.”

Jon was tempted to escort his buddy himself, but he also wasn’t trying to catch a charge either.

“Nice of you to pull yourself out of your gutter, Moxley.”

“Jon, don’t!” Delilah didn’t know if it was her voice that stopped him from decking Kenny in the face or what, but he had taken a step towards the asshole and then promptly stepped back. 

“I’ll be seein’ you, Lila.  Or maybe not considering your career is probably over.  Serves you right.” Kenny laughed his way right out of the hospital with security escorting him and Jon had to be restrained, his temper soaring to new heights.

Delilah just laid there in the bed, trying not to let Kenny’s words get to her, but deep down, she knew he was right.  She lifted her arm slowly and then back down again, too sore to really move or do anything.  Jon had missed her surgery because of his drunken ways and he wasn’t even here when she first woke up, but they would deal with it.  What was done was done, at least he was here now instead of Kenny Omega.

“I hope he hangs himself from a tree, the fucking prick.” She hissed angrily, staring out the window and folded her arms in front of her chest tightly. “Surgery was successful, by the way.  Doctor Ramos says it’s going to take…a lot to get me back in the ring though because not only was the C1 damaged, but so was the C4.”

Quite frankly, Delilah would be lucky if she didn’t have a type of paralysis given she had fractured both C1 and C4.  She could have lost function of her bowels and ability to hold her urine, limited range of motions…and there really wasn’t a treatment for that.  It was something hoped to fix during the surgery.  They wouldn’t know until the catheter and all that were out and everything else come tomorrow during potential discharge.  Jon groaned, easing himself onto the edge of the bed and noted it was a private suite.  Omega had done this, not him, and he despised himself for drinking himself into oblivion last night.  He wasn’t even sure what had woken him out of that stupor, but something had and he had flown here practically.

“Damn…”

“Yeah, damn.” The morphine kicked in and before long, Delilah was out again, not feeling her husband take her hand to lace their fingers together.

Chapter 45

Lady luck was on her side…mostly.

There was no limited range in motion of her arms and the tingly feeling wasn’t in her fingers anymore.  She could hold her own bladder well too.  It took a couple of days for her to be discharged due to various tests that she had to pass.  Jon didn’t leave her side besides going home to grab a change of clothes and some cards, needing something to pass the time.  They barely spoke to each other, mostly due to the fact she slept a lot during recovery, which was normal since it was neck surgery.  In two months, she would go back to have another scan, but in the meantime, she had to wear the neck brace at all times, even when she slept.  That meant she had to sleep sitting up because laying down flat wasn’t an option.  She could take a shower and had a special brace made for bathing purposes. 

Since she could take care of herself, for the most part, Jon had stayed away from AEW for two weeks to help her before going back on the road.  Their neighbors promised to keep an eye on her and she ordered him to go. “You have an obligation to the fans and I’m not letting you give this up for me.  You’ve helped me through the worse of it, I’ll be fine by myself.” Besides, they weren’t really talking to each other, only when she needed help with something.

Jon did, after assessing that she would be fine by herself here for a few days.  He’d come home every Wednesday night and fly in on Wednesday mornings to do the show.  Every other wrestling organization was put on the backburner for now and he had informed them…without Delilah knowing.  She didn’t need to know his business, he was going to do what HE wanted and he did feel an obligation to AEW unlike the other promotions.

Before long, two months passed in the blink of an eye and Jon was gearing up to have a big blowout with the Young Bucks for the AEW Tag Team championships with Eddie.  Delilah didn’t know any of this because she flat out refused to watch AEW or any wrestling for that matter, simply living day by day the best she could.  Unfortunately, the pain was too much for her neck and she began popping Norco’s, which was another opiate, needing to take the edge off someway, somehow.  With Jon not there, she had to fend for herself and sometimes she overdid it, so popping a Norco helped.  Therapy would be starting soon, in another month, and Doctor Ramos said he wanted the neck brace to stay on just a little while longer, another month, and she’d be free of it.

She could pop all the pills she wanted.  Jon had started skipping the partying with Eddie in favor of staying in at a motel with his gaming laptop and a fifth of whatever he fancied that night.  He had wanted to argue with Delilah about staying with her and didn’t care about his career at the moment or the tag belts.  He was ranking as the worst husband ever because any other man would do the decent thing and be there anyway.  Not him.  Jon had given into her demands because he realized that was probably the only way he would keep her, by rolling over and letting her live her life through him.  

He was a chump.  A drunk chump.

Got my scan done today and he said another month before the brace can come off.  Things are healing, just not as fast as he thought they would.  Have no idea when rehab will start, just wanted to give you an update. If Delilah knew what he really thought of her, she probably would’ve asked him for a divorce.  She wasn’t living through him at all. 

His career wasn’t hers, it was HIS and something he worked extremely hard for throughout his life.  Just because she’d been stupid and wrecked her career did not mean he had to do the same thing.  She didn’t want him resenting her down the road and that would happen because wrestling meant everything to him, whether he wanted to admit it or not.  Jon could not live without professional wrestling.  If she was living through him, she would’ve been watching AEW Dynamite and Rampage every Wednesday and Friday night, but she wasn’t.  Delilah wanted nothing to do with the business after what happened to her, having cut herself off cold turkey, and she was diving deeper into depression, eating a lot of junk food instead of keeping her body fit.

Jon already did resent it her.  It was starting and he hated himself for it, but he couldn’t help how he felt.  He just didn’t care anymore about wrestling.  What the hell was the point when something he loved was being shoved down his throat, basically destroying his life because Delilah was too stubborn to see what he actually wanted.  Her.  To be with her.  Not that she’d know that since she didn’t know the lengths he had gone through to get her.  Jon should have just left her alone and saved them both the misery.

Tnx. He was crossing his eyes, trying to bring the phone screen into focus. Feelg bettttr?

“Jesus Christ, he’s drunk again…” Delilah muttered, tossing her phone to the side and didn’t bother responding to him. 

She’d already popped a Norco after cleaning the house, mostly the kitchen since she really didn’t bother with any other part.  There was a television in her room and she didn’t bother going to the one they shared together.  It hurt too much.  There was no working out, no going for walks, Delilah had to pull herself out of bed on a daily basis or else she’d end up dying in it.  Jon was supposed to come home in two days, so at least the house would be spotless and she’d just leave him alone, let him drink himself to his death.  That was where he was headed if he wasn’t careful and there was nothing she could do to stop it from happening, her heart already broken too much to break any more.

He was drunk and she was popping Norco’s like they were twinkies, which she was also probably popping.  The few times Jon had come home, he had noticed her eating habits were garbage.  He was drinking himself to death, so he didn’t say a word.  Jon waited for a reply and then forgot about it, turning his attention back to his current game.  He died and then remembered…he was texting his wife.

“Fuck…” Swallowing straight from his bottle, Jon fumbled with his cell.  She hadn’t responded.  So he called her instead.

She was only taking one or two Norco’s a day, just enough to take the edge off the pain she was in.  So what if she was indulging in junk food?  It wasn’t like she could do anything else at the moment and her husband didn’t give a damn about her anyway.  She had nobody to impress, so if she blew up like a damn balloon, so be it.  Food made her happy and she did make dinners, they just weren’t nearly as healthy as they used to be.  Delilah looked at her phone and shook her head, pressing the ignore button.  Only for it to ring again a minute later. 

After the fifth ignore, she finally answered. “You’re drunk off your ass and I’m not in the mood to talk to you when you’re blitzed, Moxley.  Call me when you’re SOBER.  Muah!” Delilah hung up abruptly and went to go grab another snack from the kitchen, contemplating shutting her phone off completely since she was stuck at home.  Netflix was a godsend and she didn’t have the heart to game, it reminded her too much of them.

Jon was home bright and early, hungover but very sober.  He had no idea where Delilah was, but he snorted at the cupboards.  Blue was at his heels and he began replacing the junk food with stuff they both ate, a bit concerned when he spotted the trashcan.  Well, so much for over a decade of honing her body…she was going to blow it to hell in a few months, along with her heart.  What a pretty pair they made!  That was…a lot of snack cakes.  Sliding open the door, so Blue could go piss and mark his territory all over again, Jon started thinking of a song he’d heard recently.  Call me when you’re sober…he rolled his eyes, spotting a bottle for opiates on the counter and swiped it up to examine the label and count the pills.  Right…apparently, he couldn’t even call her when she was sober.

“I’m buying stock in Little Debbie, holy fuck, Del…” Little Debbie and Jack Daniels, they could live on both.

“Go ahead, I plan on buying stock in Jack Daniels since that’s your favorite.” Delilah could throw stones with the best of them, walking into the kitchen in a pair of cotton shorts that hugged her slightly fatter backside and a tank top, the only clothes she could really get on by herself with the neck brace still on.  She didn’t bother with a bra since it was just her here. “And hello to you too, want me to pour you a drink, my husband?” Her voice was full of sarcasm as she reached into the cabinet to grab another Ho-Ho, taking a bite out of it after taking the wrapper off. “Surprised to see you considering you couldn’t even form a text message last night.  I bet your liver really loves you right now, huh?”

“I know it’s probably really hard for you, but could you just stop being such a raging mega-bitch, Delilah?  I didn’t fucking do this to you!  You thinking you’re always right did it, you and your fucking EGO.” Jon didn’t even care about the Jack Daniels stock comment since he had been thinking it.  

What pissed him off was the second she seen him and heard it, she decided to swing and keep on going.  The look she gave him pissed him off.  He had begged, pleaded, cried, and raged with this woman to NOT WRESTLE on her bad neck and she had treated him like a mindless moron!  Delilah had shut him out when he refused to make her situation worse because he wouldn’t fuck her!  Now, she was still doing it, tearing them both apart because he responded to her tit for tat.  Jon was tired of being treated like what HE wanted didn’t matter, what HE thought didn’t matter!

“Here, have some more,” He tossed her snack cakes down onto the counter. “Want some fucking cool whip to top them off with?  You can fucking die of heart disease or some shit and me and my liver will fucking go fuck off!”

She’d either run away from him and move out, start screaming and raging, and he didn’t care right now.  He just didn’t.  He didn’t care.  Jon went to let Blue in, reaching into his back pocket for his cigarettes and lit one, staring out into the backyard. “I don’t know what you fucking want from me anymore, Delilah, and I’m tired of it.  I’m tired of having to tiptoe around you because, if you don’t get your way, you shut me down and shut me out.  I know I’m fucking up and I’m probably never going to change, but you are making it fucking hard to keep fighting for this, for us.” Jon had never been a quitter and he felt like he might be soon, bringing his hand up to cover his now burning eyes.

Smoke, it was smoke in them, bringing those tears on.

Kenny and Sami would have had a boner right now.  Jon Moxley was crying.

“And you think this is easy for me too?  Watching my husband drink himself to a slow death?  I’d rather die from heart disease from food I ENJOY instead of boozing it up and smelling like a brewery every goddamn day!  I don’t know what YOU want from ME anymore either!” She wasn’t hungry for snacks right now, her own eyes filling with tears. “You resent me and I don’t understand why!  Is it because I forced you to go back to work?  Is it because I didn’t listen to you and I made my neck worse?  Is it because you have a drinking problem and you blame me for it?!  WHAT THE FUCK IS IT?!” Delilah didn’t even have her ring on at the moment because it didn’t feel right wearing it. “You missed my surgery because you got so goddamn blitzed, you were passed the fuck out the morning of it and I didn’t bother waking you up because I didn’t want my DRUNKEN, ASSHOLE husband at the hospital with me!!  I’d rather go through this alone than deal with your drunk ass, quite frankly!  I’d rather indulge myself in sweets and get fat since I can never wrestle any more than watch you dive into bottle after bottle!  You didn’t mean a word of it out in that ring that night I had to walk away – NOT ONE GODDAMN WORD!!”

His Del was long gone.  The woman he had joked and teased with, pushed her boundaries, heckling her when she’d tease him in return and then try to shut it all down again.  He didn’t know who this person was and he imagined she felt the same about him. “You’ve wanted to go this alone the entire time.  The only time you’ve wanted me since your neck is when you wanted laid and then you went cold because I wouldn’t!  I couldn’t risk hurting you more.” He should have; Jon probably wouldn’t have done nearly as much damage as she had to herself. “Instead of letting me BE HERE for you, you keep pushing me away, you keep shoving wrestling at me and I DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT IT ANYMORE, don’t you get that?  YOU are the most important thing to me, not any belt, not the fans, just YOU!”

The next second he was on his knees before her. “You want me to wrestle, fine? You want me to smile and pretend everything is okay and you’re not fucking mad at me half the time, okay!  You want to pop your fucking pills and eat whatever, I won’t say a word.  You can make all the damn decisions for us both, I don’t care anymore, Del!  I just want my wife back.” If she was in there somewhere, if he could even pull himself back to who he had been, maybe they would be all right.

“Jon…” So much anger boiled inside of her at his harsh words and she could not comfort him, not after everything he just said to her. “How dare you.” Before she could stop herself, Delilah hauled off and slapped the hell out of him, stepping back from him shaking. “How DARE you say that about wrestling!  What the fuck is WRONG with you?!” Delilah wanted to hit him again, harder, tears spilling down her cheeks. “You have a GIFT and you’re throwing it away!  You get to do what I CAN’T anymore and you don’t CARE?  Do you have ANY idea how blessed you are, Jonathan Good?!  Has alcohol really done that much of a number on you?!  The Jonathan Good I used to know would NEVER say some callous, heartless things about wrestling!  YOU GET TO DO WHAT I LOVE, YOU NO GOOD, ARROGANT SON OF A BITCH!!  AND YOU’RE TAKING IT FOR GRANTED!!” Wrestling was the only thing her life had been revolved around and she would defend it with her dying breath, even against the man she loved more than life itself. “I want my husband back because the pathetic, worthless sack of shit on his knees before me right now is NOT him.  I want MY Jon back!  The Jon who loves wrestling as much as I do, who came back and DOMINATED the wrestling industry ever since escaping WWE prison, who took me out on the Strip and married me in a drunken wedding!  GIVE HIM BACK TO ME, DAMN IT!!”

“Yeah well,” Jon was up on his feet, a hand moving to his mouth because she had a hellacious slap, his eyes growing wary, guarded. “Apparently, he fucking died when he found something he cared about even more, Delilah.” He walked past her, calling for Blue and disappeared long enough to grab his belongings. “Let me know if wrestling loves you back.  Come on, Blue,” Well, now he knew, coming home on days off was a bad idea and he wasn’t making that mistake again.  

Jon would never, ever tell a woman ever again that he cared about her more than anything else in this world and he sure wouldn’t do it on his knees, begging like a little bitch.  She wanted him to care about wrestling like she did?  Not squander his gift?  Fine, whatever.  Anything to make her happy, right?  At the end of the day, he was just a piece of meat by the name of Moxley and this was all he was good for.  The irony was not lost on him given wrestling HAD been his damn dream.

Until her.

What was he talking about?  Delilah was so confused by what he said and her head was spinning, his words washing over her. “Jon!” She was out the door and stopped him from getting in his truck, knowing she shouldn’t be running, but she had to know what he meant. “Just wait…wait, damn it!” Christ, how was she out of shape THIS bad?  Simply running from the front door to the truck made her winded and she leaned back against the driver’s door, staring into his watery eyes. “What did you mean back there?  Let you know if wrestling loves me back?  What the hell, Jon?  Please, you’re not making sense to me and I NEED to understand.  Because if you think for a second I love wrestling more than you, more than us, you’re WRONG!” Christ, is that what he meant?!  Did he really think she loved wrestling, his career, more than HIM, the man? “T-The only reason I pushed you to go back on the road to wrestle is…is because I didn’t want you wrecking your career because of me!  Because of something stupid I DID!  This neck injury and surgery is MY fault, not yours!  Why should you be punished for it?  Why should you have to give up your dreams and aspirations for me?  You’d resent me if…if you had to give it all up because of what I did!  And I can’t live like that!  I can’t live with my husband resenting and hating me for destroying his career!”

Chapter 46

He simply lit another cigarette, not letting his guard down for a second because he had been shredded by her way too many times over these past few months.  The fact that he was SOBER, and giving it back to her and then some, should have been a pretty good indicator his mindset wasn’t in a very good place. “Yeah, I’m resenting you now for pushing me away.  I’ve been trying to tell you all this time that I don’t give a flying fuck about wrestling.  None of it means a fucking thing to me the way you do, Delilah!”

“So, you can look me in the eye, after everything you’ve been through, after nearly losing your life to MRSA, you can honestly stand there and tell me I’m more important than your career?” Smoke billowed out of his mouth and nose slowly, making her wave it away with her hand, not moving an inch out of his way.  She took that cigarette and tossed it away, cupping his face in her hands almost roughly. “Am I the reason you started drinking?  Because of my neck injury and not listening to you to get a second opinion on it when it didn’t heal?” Her grip hardened more, her nails slightly digging into the sides of his head. “Tell me goddamn you!  Am I the reason?”

“Yeah.”

Delilah didn’t deserve him.  Jon deserved better than a cold bitch like her.  She’d been trying to do what was best for him and, in the end, none of it mattered.  He put her on such a high pedestal…and disappointed him by pushing him away.  Nothing would fix that or make it right.  There was nothing she could do or say to take this amount of pain away he felt.  Her hands dropped from his face as she fell back against the truck door, ignoring Blue’s whining.  Delilah knew what she had to do and it would be the hardest thing in the world, but…it was for his own good.

“This is your house.  You don’t have to leave it.  I’ll go.  I can’t be here anymore and I’m sorry for what I did to you, Jon.” Sniffling, she walked past him right into the house to her room to pack her belongings.  There was only one person on this planet that could help her get her life back on track and she just prayed they would help her after everything that had happened.

As if he was going to let her thick backside walk away from him after he had just been on his knees pleading with her!  The fact it finally seemed to be sinking in was NOT lost on him.  Jon could have been spiteful and said screw it, walked away, and protected what was left of his heart and sanity, but instead, he did the crazy thing, like always.  He chased after the woman who drove him insane like no other.  Chasing, chasing, always chasing!  Did Delilah realize how much he had chased her?!  He was STILL chasing her after all this time!

“It is OUR fucking house.” Jon skidded to a stop before her, his eyes raking over her slightly curvier form and that damn brace around her neck.  She was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

Instead of the toothpick look she’d had going because of her extremely toned body, eating snacks had fattened her up in all the right places.  Her backside and thighs in particular, along with just the slightest bit on her stomach.  Nothing flabby or obese, she’d have to eat a LOT more twinkies and Little Debbie’s to get to that point.

“What?” Delilah wiped her tears away from her cheeks that wouldn’t stop falling, having just managed to put her suitcase on the bed.  Jon repeated what he said and she tore a hand through her hair, planting her hands on top of the dresser. “I won’t…tell you what to do anymore.  You do what you want and I’ll support whatever decision you make.”

That was what a wife did, right?  A good wife didn’t talk back to her husband and supported any choice he made in life, even if she didn’t approve.  She also wouldn’t mention his fierce drinking habit any longer either, if that was his vice to get through life, so be it.  Delilah would learn to deal and live with it, even if she hated the fact her husband was an alcoholic.

She even had the start of a fat face…well, larger face, which was more filled out and less gaunt. “I don’t want you to be some damn perfect woman, Del, because we both know you’re not,” Jon had seen something weird in her face and shuddered at the idea of some Barbie doll, 50’s era wife. “And we both know I’m not a perfect man, I’m the farthest thing from that,” In fact, he was a raging alcoholic with a crazy streak a mile wide when it came to this woman. “We’re not gonna agree on everything.  Hell, we don’t agree on ANYTHING.  But that don’t mean we have to shut each other down or…force our choices on each other.  We just…we’re supposed to be a team, Del, you and me against the world.” Which was what it felt like when they first got married, especially with her brother. “Whether we agree all the time or not, we used to be able to talk about shit without all this.”

“I know…” Even her hair was starting to turn back to its dark brown from the silver because she hadn’t gotten her hair done in several months.  It was just the roots for now, but if she didn’t go get it fixed soon, eventually she’d have half dark brown and half silver hair. “I needed you that night I walked away from wrestling to get this surgery done.  I needed my husband to get my mind off what was happening and I knew you wouldn’t have hurt me worse.  I asked the doctor about it and he said sex was fine before surgery, but afterwards, I had to wait 6-8 weeks.  You were hell bent on not touching me, so scared you’d hurt me worse or paralyze me.  Didn’t even give me a chance to tell you what the doctor said…and I resented you for it, I admit it.”

Delilah didn’t move from where she stood, not even when Jon moved closer to her and she wiped more tears away, wrapping her arms around herself. “I know it’s stupid because it’s sex and we have had a lot of sex…but it was about reconnecting with you before I wasn’t able to for at least two months.  I just wanted my husband that night…and I was selfish for it because I didn’t take your feelings into consideration or your mindset.” She started crying again, hitting the dresser angrily. “I was so afraid I’d lose you because I’d be stuck at home and you’d be on the road all the time.  I know how the road is, all the temptation, and…if you’ve gotten sex elsewhere…I wouldn’t blame you.  I’ve been a heartless bitch and I don’t deserve you, Jon.”

“Whoa, stop, one second, time out…” Jon even did the hand gesture, shaking his head.  He remembered what Omega had apparently said about him at the hospital about partying and whoring. “I’ve had plenty of…rats, throwing their asses at me and no matter how fucked up I got, I sent them all packing.” He was NOT about to admit that the whiskey dick comment she had hit him with a while ago had been very true.  Hell, he had lost a lot of his sex drive, thanks to drinking and being miserable over his wife. “I don’t want any other woman, just you…and I’m sorry about not wanting to have sex with you, but…” Jon didn’t know how to explain it, how helpless he had felt that she wouldn’t go see a doctor, and then she did in the end. “I love you and I ALWAYS want you, but I’m terrified of hurting you.”

How could he after everything she’d done to him and put him through? “I love you too, Jon.  YOU.  Not your in-ring character or because of your success and career.  I was trying to protect you and I went about it the wrong way.  I thought…you’d choose your career over me.  And when you didn’t, it…caught me off-guard and I didn’t know how to handle it.  So, I lashed out and kept pushing you away.  But don’t think for a second I love you because of your damn career because that’s not true!  I married you because I’ve been in love with you for years and you’re the only man I’ll ever want.” Even with his drinking and temper, his callous words…it didn’t matter, Delilah loved all of him, the good and bad sides. “Forgive me…forgive me for being so stupid and cold.  I didn’t mean to…”

Jon had no idea how long he had loved this woman.  He knew he had been obsessed with her, wanted her, for a very long time and the more she had let him in, the more he wanted her.  Maybe that had been love.  He had done something terrible to get her to marry him, sort of.  Jon had just manipulated the situation and knew she’d leave him flat, if she ever found out he had pressed his advantage on her drunken backside, when she finally let her guard down.  Knowing she had loved him for years prior to that…there were no regrets.

“Only if you’ll forgive me, I know I’ve been a fucking drunk…and I’ll try to quit.  No, I WILL quit.”

“There’s nothing to forgive and don’t worry about it.  We all have vices and some of them are worse than others.” Delilah took a chance and touched his chest, resting her hand over his beating heart. “I just want you around for a long time and I’m afraid you’ll end up dead if you keep drinking as much as you are.  I’m not…telling you to quit or trying to tell you what to do.  I’m just voicing my concern about my husband and his habit.” Eventually, Delilah wanted to have children with him and how could she do that when he was an alcoholic. “Maybe just…taper off a bit?  I’ll do the same thing with the Norco’s…I WILL quit them and take better care of myself.  I’ll go to rehab and physical therapy, whatever it takes to heal from my surgery properly.  And I’ll stop eating so much sweet shit and start eating better again, okay?”

See, Jon understood the painkiller addiction, he really did.  Falling into painkillers and alcohol in this profession was something that HADN’T changed at all.  A wrestler got hurt a lot and aches and pains were common given just how physical the work was.  Starting to take or drink something to ease those aches and pains just to sleep, or even function normally, was easy.  Then it became a bit more and then more, then the wrestler became an addict.  Snack foods, he didn’t get.  However, it was probably better than the pills and the alcohol.  Also, he liked the effect they had on her backside and thighs, she had been perfection before, but Jon didn’t realize she could get any better.  He nodded, wanting to wrap his arm around her, but he didn’t want to mess up the brace.  How the hell did she sleep in that thing?  There was a lot he had missed out on.  He was the world’s shittiest husband.

Sweets were a substitution for sex.  For some reason, even with all the fighting her and Jon had done lately, Delilah was horny and she needed an outlet since her husband refused to touch her.  The brace was cushioned, it wasn’t the full one she had on in the beginning, so it was easier to sleep in.  Granted, she still had to sleep propped up, which sucked, but Delilah was getting used to it after two months.  At least she didn’t have to use the plastic, hefty one anymore, but her neck still required stability, which is why she had to use the brace for another month.  Instead of him wrapping his arm around her, she did it to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her face into his chest.

“Don’t leave, please stay here with me.  I want to sleep in the same bed as you and be held by my husband.  I hate being here without you, it’s not the same, Jon.”

“We’re not going to fight about sex, are we?” He asked seriously, not wanting to have another one of those moments.  She had just texted him that the brace had to stay on for another month because things weren’t healing as fast as expected and his blue eyes fell to that brace, taking it in.  Considering she had fractured two areas, she was very lucky to be in her current condition.  It could have been so much worse.  When she shook her head and she did it rather stiffly, he felt terrible, reaching out to brush his finger down along the side of her face.

“We’re sleeping upright or something, aren’t we?” However she wanted to do this, to be held, he’d do it without complaints.

“You don’t have to…” Jon tightened his arms around her and she trembled a little, the overwhelming emotions from the fight washing over her.  It was the aftermath that made her shake. “I have to sleep propped up, but I don’t want you to be uncomfortable…” He lifted her chin with his finger to meet her red-rimmed swollen eyes and softly kissed her, nothing too passionate or fiery.  Just enough to let her know he was here to stay and she knew when the time was right, after this brace was gone, they would reconcile as man and wife completely. “I don’t know about you, but…I could use a nap.”

It was early afternoon and she was mentally and emotionally beat up.  Leading her out of the room, Jon went to theirs and opened the door, letting her walk in first.  Neither one of them had slept in here since they started fighting, so it felt a little weird being in here again together.  Considering she had just asked him to sleep in the same bed as him, Jon had a feeling Delilah was getting flustered, a side effect of their massive fight.  He knew that feeling well, trying to watch what he said because they had finally reached a tentative peace and neither of them wanted to screw it up.

“Yeah, a nap sounds awesome…” Jon eyed the bed neither of them had used.  Hell, he hadn’t slept in this room in a long time, avoiding home, and then crashing on his own couches in the basement.  How’d it get this bad?  He removed his shoes and shirt, watching as Delilah started doing whatever it was she needed to sleep, not having a problem at all in sleeping in an upright position, as long as he could hold her and she was comfortable.

“Hey,” When she took his hand, he gently stopped her, staring into her face. “I love you, Delilah.”

“I know, I love you too, Jon.”

Reaching up, she caressed his bearded face with her hand, something she hadn’t done in what felt like forever.  It was thicker and it looked like he was keeping up with it for the most part.  He had gained a little weight from drinking, but it didn’t bother her in the slightest.  If anything, he was more bulked up, muscular, and sexier than ever.  The moment this brace was off…no, Delilah couldn’t push her husband into sex and decided to let him take the reins on that.  Whenever HE was ready, she would be too.

“Just touching you and feeling your arms around me feels so nice.” She was an idiot, a fool, for pushing her husband away when it was clear she needed him the most during this trying time.

Jon was all for sex once the doctor gave all clear on that brace coming off.  Just like he had told her, he had plenty of women offering to keep him company while on the road and he had always turned them down.  Depending on how drunk he was and how insistent they were, sometimes rather loudly and rudely.  He was a brutal asshole and he admitted it.  Even when they weren’t getting along, the only woman he wanted was his wife.  Moments later, they were in that bed and he didn’t care how they were napping; the second she was in his arms, he felt her entire body relaxing and his own too.  Jon had been carrying a lot more stress and tension than he had realized.  Just this simple thing with her…he might actually sleep properly for once without alcohol.

Since they were propped up, her head rested on his chest with her body curled against him and Jon kept her up with his own body.  Just a little longer…a little more time to heal and she’d be able to return to a normal life, doing what she wanted.  Delilah had been thinking long and hard about what she did want to do, not sure she could deal with the rehabilitation of her neck.  She was in her 30’s, not getting any younger, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to risk her health and wellbeing getting back in the ring. 

Would Jon understand that?  Or would he call her a quitter and ridicule her?  Honestly, even while her and Jon were fighting, Delilah had been thinking a lot about having a child and being a mother.  It was almost as if her biological clock was ticking and, again, she wasn’t getting any younger.  Maybe after they made up completely and got back on track, she’d bring up the subject to see what he thought.  Eventually, her eyes drifted shut and her body sagged against him, her breathing evening out with his fingers gliding through her hair gently.

~!~

“Delilah, I have great news for you.”

“Really?”

Jon was currently on the road for Dynamite while she sat in the doctor’s office, waiting on pins and needles to see if the neck brace could come off.  If it did, she was hopping a flight straight to Jacksonville, Florida, where her man was currently at.  For the past month, slowly, Jon and Delilah had been rebuilding their trust and relationship, fixing their marriage, communicating a lot more, and were finally on the same page with each other again.  He was still drinking and she told him she was fine with it, just as long as he didn’t go too overboard with it.  Jon promised he wouldn’t and she had stopped popping the Norco’s, getting through the addiction the same way she did the opiates. 

Also, Delilah had started going for walks with Blue, spending a lot of time with their baby boy, but still indulged in her sweets, just not nearly as many.  There was no working out, but walks were perfectly fine, so she did twice a day.  Once in the morning and once in the evening, slowly losing weight and forcing Blue to do the same thing.  He was also put on a strict diet he was not happy with, but he still ate was he was given and he was trained not to beg for food with her and Jon.  His grandmothers, on the other hand…that was why Blue was with her and not them because she was worried he was too obese.  Admittedly, so was Jon.

Her eyes lit up at the next set of words that came out of Doctor Ramos mouth. “The brace can come off.  And you can start working out again through rehabilitation.”

That was music to her ears and she jumped up, ripped the brace off, and tossed it in the air before hugging Doctor Ramos tightly, kissing his cheek. “Thank you!  Thank you so much!”

He laughed, knowing she was elated with the news, but unfortunately, he had some news she would not like to hear. “I wish I could tell you it’s safe to get back in the ring, after rehab, but honestly, I don’t think that’s the best idea, Delilah.  One false move happens and you could end up paralyzed and in a worse position than what you are.”

“What about having a baby?” Delilah was worried she wouldn’t be able to carry a child because of her neck. “Will that be possible, Doctor?”

Doctor Ramos was surprised she wasn’t devastated by the news about not being able to get back in the ring, smiling. “Having a baby will not be nearly as stressful on your neck as wrestling.  I don’t see a problem with it.”

She beamed back at him, letting him know that she had some thinking to do, but right now, there was a flight with her name on it to go be with her husband.

Chapter 47

Jon didn’t care if she ever set foot in a ring again to be honest.

What he cared about was Delilah’s reaction to the news she would be receiving today.  

He wanted to support her decisions and just wanted her to seriously think them through to avoid the malarkey they had gone through with the back and forth about her neck.  That had been some trying stuff and Jon never wanted to do it again.  He hated his marriage being on the rocks the way it had been.  He had been spending a little less time with Eddie, explaining that he was trying to cut back on the drinking and, quite frankly, Eddie partied hard.  Eddie understood and they still traveled together, hung out, just not to the excess he had before.  Alcoholism was a real problem and when he wasn’t around his wife…Jon drank more than he should’ve, but he had learned how to not do it around her.

Her hair was redone, she had gone out and had it redyed to the gorgeous silver tresses the day before the doctor’s appointment.  Even though it was December, it was still in the 60’s and 70’s in Jacksonville, so she had on a spaghetti strapped short black dress that went two inches above the knees with black strappy heels.  Her hair and makeup were on point and she had on a black mink coat.  Her beautiful black diamond ring was on her left ring finger and she felt like a million dollars stepping off the plane, carrying her only bag she brought with, which was a carry-on.  Having a rental all set, she was out of the airport within an hour and on her way to the hotel, checking the time.  Dynamite was over with, knowing he was either on his way back to the hotel or already there.  She had called ahead to ask the receptionist what room he was in, after having to verify she was really his wife calling and asking.  Around 11:30 PM, a knock sounded at Jon’s hotel room door and Delilah waited with bated breath for him to answer, her bag in one hand and mink coat draped over her arm, really hoping he was here.

He was grouchy since he literally just laid down to sleep and wasn’t in the mood to pull on pants because he had gone to bed naked.  Jon had come back with food and ate it, showered and then planned on hitting the sack.  Beer packed on the pounds, so he needed to either switch to light, exercise more, or quit drinking because even he could feel how out of shape he was.

“What the FUCK-” Jon had ripped open that door, prepared to tear his friend – Who else would it be?! – a new asshole and, instead, there was his wife. “Del?” Looking like a million bucks and stunningly gorgeous, her hair back to her silver fully.

There was also one other change to her appearance.  No neck brace.  Maybe coming here and surprising him after the show wasn’t the best idea, he didn’t look very happy when he first opened the door. “Yeah, hi.” No, Delilah was determined to keep the smile on her face and had worked to make sure her appearance was perfect for tonight.  He was both in shock and naked as a jaybird as she stepped inside the room, pushing him back a few steps enough to close the door.  If anyone was seeing her husband naked, it was her and ONLY her. “Do you always answer the door in your birthday suit, my husband?”

It was obvious the difference in Delilah because he had gotten used to the bit of pudge and the brace, not to mention her uncolored hair.  He had still loved the wench and now she was looking better than ever and no brace, and…he blanked for a second, realizing what she had asked him and looked down. “I don’t usually get bothered…” Jon deadpanned, not giving a damn who saw him naked; he hadn’t been very happy. “I was in bed, darlin’.” Flashing her a smile, he reached out to pull her into his arms after she had dropped her bag, mindful of that expensive coat. “This is a good surprise,” A very welcomed surprise and he buried his face in her hair, inhaling deeply. “Get the all clear?”

Delilah dropped the coat instantly to wrap her arms around his neck, nodding her head against him and felt complete being with him again. “Yes.” Pulling back, she gazed into his electric blues and touched his bearded face with her hands, her own sparkling with happiness and love. “I didn’t want to tell you over the phone.  I know you were coming home tomorrow, but…the moment Doctor Ramos told me, I had to see you.  I had to fly here and tell you everything in person.”

This was where things would probably be a little hard for him to hear, but Delilah had to take the doctor’s suggestion to heart.  She couldn’t ignore it and refused to put herself in jeopardy for a career that wouldn’t last much longer for her anyway.  Women just didn’t make it in professional wrestling as long as men, even in this day and age.

“He said I’m healed enough to where I don’t need the neck brace, but I still need to go to physical therapy twice a week.  And…he strongly advised me to never get back in the ring again, Jon.  And I’m not going to.  I’m done with wrestling, I don’t want to end up paralyzed or worse, not when I still have the rest of my life to live with you.”

Dressed to the nines, Delilah had gone the full kit and kaboodle for him, for this visit.  Jon wasn’t sure if she had done it for herself, to make her feel something, like more confident or sexy, or if she had done it with the intent of surprising him.  Probably both.  Jon honestly wasn’t surprised by her decision because he knew coming back from this kind of fracture, even with the best outcomes with surgery and therapy wise, was damn near impossible.  He could list off wrestlers who had had their careers cut short due to this kind of injury and only a couple who had managed to come back, within a reasonable amount of time.

“Whether you’re wrestling or not, darlin’, I’m gonna support what you want.” Secretly, Jon was glad she wasn’t getting back in that ring, even though he was sad at the same time.  He had kind of figured this would be the likely outcome, so he had time to sort through how he felt and, at the end of the day, it didn’t matter.

He just wanted his wife safe and happy.

Would he regret those words he just said?  He’d support anything she wanted, huh?  Delilah smiled at that, leaning up rub her nose against his before passionately kissing him, pouring every ounce of love, need, and want into it, a soft moan filtering from her at how good it felt.  They’d only shared small kisses or pecks since her injury, but the neck brace was off and it’d been far too long since they made love.  She was here for a reason, a purpose, not just to tell him what she’d decided and her results.

“Anything I want?” Jon raised a brow at her as she slid her freshly manicured nails down his chest lightly, her eyes still locked with his. “There is something I want from you, Jon.  I’ve been doing a lot of thinking and soul-searching, trying to figure out what I want to do now that I can’t wrestle anymore.” While she spoke, she kicked her heels off and slowly backed him up towards the bed, his arms still around her, until his legs hit the edge and he sat down with her quickly straddling him, kissing him again. “I want a baby.  Let’s have a baby.”

“I’m sorry, what the fuck did you just say?” Delilah was more than used to his mouth, so he wasn’t surprised when she just smirked at him.

They hadn’t even been properly reconciled that long and now she wanted a baby?  Jon was having issues, trying to envision a kid by them, a mixture of them and felt bad for the world in general.  He was a giant asshole with a streak of crazy and she was a bit of a control freak, though not so bad anymore, and any spawn by them was probably going to be a terror or something.

“You want to have a baby?  Now?  Right after getting the all clear?” Damn, this woman wasn’t wasting time and now he got why Delilah had come here all dolled up and gorgeous, smelling good, the whole thing…she was looking to get knocked up.  Jon grinned a bit since it was a little manipulative…and he loved this woman even more.

“Yes, I can’t get babies off the brain.  I think they call it a biological clock or something?” Delilah remembered hearing that term from Britt a time or two because hers was going haywire with her own husband.  They had frequent talks over the phone while she’d been stuck at home recovering and trying like hell to get the stupid brace off. “We’ve been married for almost two years now and…I think we’re in a good place again.  We haven’t been fighting and the only reason we haven’t made love is because of the neck brace.  Or we’d be fucking like bunnies whenever you are home.” That made him smirk and it melted her from the inside out, her golden brown eyes turning molten. “We have a secure, safe, loving home with one baby already, so what’s another?  With your eyes.” She envisioned a beautiful baby boy or girl with Jon’s incredible blue eyes. “I want a family with you, handsome.  But if you’re not ready, you just say the word and we’ll wait as long as you want.”

“No man in his right mind is going to say ‘no’ to anything when his woman comes dressed in the nines, obviously intent on seducing him, babe.” Because that was exactly what she was doing and the humor was evident in his tone. “Give me a few days to think about it, darlin’.  I won’t lie, I’ve never really thought about babies, about doing the family thing.”

Mostly due to the fact they had both been committed to their careers and then her neck and the surgery.  Well actually, he had thought about it once, but that had been if he needed to find a way to tie her to him forever and a baby was a surefire way of doing that.  Jon had a few secrets from his wife, but as far as he was concerned, they didn’t mean anything.  In the end, they had managed to overcome some pretty serious obstacles.

“I definitely want to PRACTICE making babies, though…”

That didn’t disappoint her at all and she giggled at his playful accusation. “I just wanted to look nice for you.  Didn’t expect you to already be in bed, naked at that.” Delilah remarked, caressing his broad shoulders and kissed him again, deeper and harder, loving how his arms tightened around her to slightly grip her hair in his fingers. “Practice makes perfect as they say and don’t worry, I’m still on birth control.  When you decide you’re ready to really try for a baby, I’ll get off it.” It would take at least a month for the birth control to work its way out of her system. “Blue is with the neighbor, by the way.  They said it was fine to watch him since we’ll be heading home tomorrow anyway.” Jon didn’t need to worry about their big baby boy, who had been instrumental on helping her recovery.

“Anyone, but my Mom.” He had explained to Delilah about the overeating, which is why he had brought Blue home.  

Blue probably missed all those table scraps and treats, but Blue had gone from being fit to a belly on the ground, that was definitely not good for a dog’s system.  He was going to have to figure something out long-term though.  Jon knew there were dog babysitters and kennels for boarding, he’d have to investigate the possibilities.  Blue, however, took a backseat as his luscious wife stood up off his lap, and Jon’s eyes moved to that long, silver hair of hers.

“Is this the part where you striptease?” He leaned back on his elbows on the bed, raising a brow when she laughed, his cock already at attention with absolutely no shame.

“Is that what you want me to do?” Delilah challenged, gliding her fingernail down his hardened cock and back up again, this time the skin underneath. “No touching until I’m completely naked then.”

His eyes narrowed at that and she smirked, turning her back to him and slid her hands down her sides, draping her long silver hair over her shoulder.  It was longer these days, but healthy and slightly trimmed, enough to have the dead-ends gone.  Still, it reached her waist and there were no extensions either.  Not one shred of her body was fake or enhanced in any way.  It was all her.  Slowly, that zipper in the back came down, revealing black lace beneath from her bra and panties.

“And here I thought you’d want to undress me yourself, Moxley.  I suppose a striptease doesn’t hurt either though…”

“Oh no, I’m a guy, I like to watch,” Jon knew if he got her impregnated, things like this wouldn’t be happening for a while.  

Babies were work and inconvenient as hell when it came to sexy times, not to mention a LOT of maintenance.  

He’d hate it if she lopped off her hair because of it too.  All those thoughts went by the wayside as that dress began coming down and since she said he couldn’t touch her, Jon began touching himself. “Keep going, darlin’…” She had stopped for a moment, her eyes on his hand and cock and he gave himself a few good strokes, brushing his own tip with his thumb.  His other arm was curled beneath his head as his darkened blues remained fastened on her while Delilah resumed her striptease. “Mmmm…”

She could not take her eyes off him, the strap of each dress going down her arms until the material of it slipped to her ankles, slowly stepping out of it.  Delilah took the dress on her toe and flung it right at him with a smirk, letting him get a whiff of her perfume and scent. “Bra or panties first, handsome?” He practically growled out his answer and she slowly began undoing the fastens on her bra in the front, making him raise a brow. “They make them both ways now.” These would be more convenient for breastfeeding when the time came too and they looked sexy in black lace. 

Slowly, she unveiled one breast before the other, flinging it at him next. 

As much as Delilah didn’t want to do it, the fact of the matter was she was married to Jon and he was the only man she wanted to have a baby with.  He would give her a baby or she would resort to underhanded measures, just like he did, without her knowledge.  Birth control was gone after tonight, she had already decided that and she simply wouldn’t tell him.  Nature would run its course and if she was meant to get pregnant, it would happen and Jon would deal with it.  He wasn’t the one stuck at home with nothing to do, she was and a baby would fill that void, that loneliness while he was gone on the road.  Whether he wanted it or not, fatherhood was around the corner for Jon and Delilah would get what she wanted, even if she had to tell a lie here and there. 

What her husband didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

Those panties were gone next, flung right into his face and now she stood between his legs, taking over his hand stroking him with her own. “Christ Jon, it’s been so long since I felt your cock in my hand…Mmmm…”

If Jon knew his wife was about to take a page out of his playbook, he would have gone and gotten himself fixed out of spite.  He had learned that lesson the hard way.  Of course, she was letting crazy dip its dick in her and she didn’t know it.  He would have also told her a hard, cold truth: Babies did not fix a anything.  They made things worse, especially when it wasn’t fully wanted by both parents.  Babies were not a magical glue or meant to fix loneliness, even he knew that was a recipe for disaster.  Jon just needed a few days to really think about it, wanting to make sure if they were going to do this, it would be for the right reasons, without doubts or reservations.

This woman was changing him and sometimes…it sucked.

“Keep hitting me with underwear, darlin’ and I’m going to shove it down your throat,” Jon growled, having caught that clasp right on his nose and snorted when she simply laughed at him.  Of course, knowing Delilah the way he did, she liked having it shoved down her throat.  She elicited a hearty groan from him when she began using both hands, one on his cock and the other on his balls.

“As much as I love it being shoved down my throat, it’s been too long for us, Jon, and I NEED you inside of me.”

It was no longer a want from her – it was an absolute need. 

She flew across the country, from Vegas to Jacksonville, just to be with her husband, who was due home in the morning.  Shoving him down on the bed, Delilah devoured his mouth with hers was straddling him, rubbing her wet pussy up and down the length of him. “Fuck…oh fuck!” She moaned out the moment he was done with her teasing and lifted her enough to slip home inside of her receptive body. “Too long…damn I almost forgot how big you are…” Breathless already just from feeling him push inside of her, Delilah didn’t give either of them to adjust and started moving, the burning sensation feeling exquisite. “This is it…this is what I flew all this way for…this moment with you…worth every penny…” Lacing her fingers with his, Delilah plundered his lips while riding him like the Stallion he was. I can’t wait until he knocks me up and I’m pregnant with his baby…our baby…

Chapter 48

Maybe without wrestling to dominate her life, Delilah was looking for something to fill that void, which currently was his cock.  That would also explain her baby idea.  Jon already knew whatever she wanted, he would wind up doing simply because he didn’t want a repeat of those past months where they had basically torn each other apart.  He’d just have to curb his drinking completely at home or something.  No big deal.  He gritted his teeth as she rode him, really praying he didn’t embarrass himself because it had been a very long time for him.  He’d probably die if he popped his cork like a thirteen year old boy.

Going months without sex from her husband had also changed her. 

They had NEVER gone this long without sex the entire time they were together.  Jon made sure to sex Delilah up whenever he had the chance and they could not keep their hands off each other. “Fuck, I missed this, I missed this so much…”

There was no feeling in the world like being with Jon sexually and nothing would ever replace it.  Jon sat upright, still moving with her and held on before flipping them to where he was on top now with her writhing beneath him.  His cock was still nestled inside of her, it was one smooth fluid motion and she relished every second of it, her hands reaching down to grab his beautifully sculpted backside, digging her nails into his flesh before gliding those nails up the length of his back.

“There, keep going!” It’d been so long since she felt an actual orgasm ripple through her and prayed Jon didn’t stop, crying out his name and singing his praises, not caring who the hell heard her.

“I’m sorry, Del!” His voice was raspy, low and gritty, already knowing this wasn’t going to last.  The physical reunion between them would be short-lived because he hadn’t had sex in months, contrary to the rumors about him and his partying.  Jon had been very faithful.  He had even stopped jerking it, but that was probably a side effect of the alcohol. “This is gonna be over quick, darlin’…” He would make sure she reached her end, but couldn’t promise anything after that, especially when this wench purposefully tightened her inner walls around him. “Fuck!”

“Cum with me…Cum with me, Jon…” Delilah didn’t care how short of time it took for them to get off just as long as it happened. “I’m right there…just a little more…” Just as their lips collided together in another searing kiss, while rocking together, their climaxes hit in unison. “JON!” She shrieked out, clinging to him for dear life and felt her eyes roll in the back of her head at the feeling of her husband exploding inside of her, filling her with his seed.  Perfectly good seed gone to waste because of her birth control.  That was fine, it would be the last time it happened.  Jon sagged down against her and she held him close, even when he rolled on his side to bring her against him. “I love you…” She breathed out against his chest, kissing the spot right over his rapidly beating heart and tried to get her own to return to normal. “Forever, Jon.  I love you forever and always…”

Jon didn’t realize it, but Delilah had a little crazy of her own and it was finally coming out.  He was blissfully unaware that his wife was planning on giving him a dose of his own medicine, whether he wanted it or not. “I love you too, darlin’.” He rumbled, burying his face in her silver hair, inhaling her sweet scent. “Sorry it was so short…” Jon added as an afterthought, knowing that was definitely probably their quickest bout ever.  

If she traveled with him, eventually, once she got over the heartbreak of losing her career, he would be convincing her to help him with his pre-match warmups.  There would be plenty of traveling with him in the future because she was determined to sex her husband up whenever the opportunity presented itself.  Jon would not go without attention, she planned on bathing him in it.

“Shush, it was perfect.  You lasted longer than I thought you would, actually.” It also proved he hadn’t gotten off in quite some time, not that she ever doubted his loyalty because she didn’t. “And it’s not like we can’t go a few more rounds tonight.  I’m not nearly done with you yet, my husband.” Being sex-deprived for several months had left her feeling ravenous, demanding her husband’s undivided attention. “I hope you realize when we get home, we’re staying naked until it’s time for you to go back on the road again.” While he was on the road, she’d start her physical therapy to strengthen her neck again, which was required.

“You say that now,” Jon snorted with a laugh, rolling so he was on his back and took her with him. “Wait until Blue jumps on your naked ass.”

Yawning, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight against him for a few moments.  Now things felt right, one hundred percent, between them.  He knew their reconciliation before had been great.  They had managed to work their issues out, but there was always that physical aspect missing and he knew that had caused a bit of tension for her.  He couldn’t help that though and now it was over.

“Give me an hour and I’ll fuck you good and proper, Del…” He promised, smacking her plump, bouncy backside before she rolled off of him.

“Mmm, promises – promises, my husband...” She nipped his bottom lip on her way up to walk over, grabbing a bottled water out of the mini fridge the hotel room came with. “I look forward to it all.”

~!~

“Jon, harder!”

It was an absolute sex fest between Jon and Delilah for the next three days, including on the damn plane back to Vegas.  She had joined the mile high club, screwing him by bouncing on and off his cock with him sitting on the toilet in the bathroom.  They didn’t care and it was exhilarating fucking her husband on a plane, high up in the air.  Then there was the blowjob on the way home from the airport with him driving and trying not to kill them in a crash.  The moment they were home, Jon had her against the front door and positioned her on the stairs, not making it up to their room.  He was on his knees, burying his face between her thighs right on the stairs and repaid her for the amazing blowjob she’d given him.

The kitchen on the counter, the table, the living room on the couch during a movie, outside on the patio on the furniture with her riding him, and of course the bedroom was a given.  They christened as much of the house as they could, staying naked as jaybirds, and went absolutely crazy on each other.  Delilah could not get enough of him and she had stopped taking her birth control, tossing the pills away by flushing them while he slept.  She was determined to get pregnant and the only way to do that was being filled with her husband’s seed as much as possible.  The sex was incredible too, it never got old feeling him glide in and out of her and Jon wasn’t able to keep his hands off her either.

It was the night before Jon was due back on the road and they were in another round, this time in the shower, the hot water only boiling their blood for each other further.  She was sore from all the sex they’d had and loved the feeling, the delicious ache between her thighs, meeting him for every thrust.  She would not be going back on the road with him this time because she had to set up a plan for Blue, refusing to send him back to her mother-in-law’s for fear of them killing their baby boy with treats.  Not happening.  Jon lifted her, carting her right out of the shower to the bed and positioned her on all fours, driving in and out of her at a hard, fast, deep pace, their wet flesh smacking against each other echoing off the walls.

“CHRIST!!  JON!!”

It was almost like they were in the honeymoon phase again.  Except Delilah hadn’t let him fuck her all the time because she had been worried about blowing out her thighs or something, which he never worried about.  It was a great way to get his testosterone going, get all those muscles warmed up, and if he really hated the guy he was wrestling, he wasn’t above making dirty about sex jokes to fuck with him.

“You like that, darlin’?” He grunted, slapping each side of her backside in time to his thrusts, pleased by the pretty red areas he left behind.  Jon was definitely going to leave her worn out and a content woman.

“Y-yes!” She gasped out, a zing rushing through her lower extremities and she kept going, refusing to let her husband down or herself. 

A baby…they would be having a baby and she couldn’t wait to be round with his child inside of her.  Throughout the past couple days, Delilah mentioned children a few times, randomly, just to put that nugget into his head.  Jon could think about it a lot while he was gone and she had plans for that too since she wouldn’t be going with him.  If Jon thought he wouldn’t get sex from her after the baby was born, he was out of his mind.  Delilah couldn’t live without her husband’s dick, she knew that and had nearly been driven insane without it during her recovery.

“And you love…fucking me hard, don’t you?  So do it, break me, Jon…make me shatter into pieces for you!”

Some sex was rough ground and pound and other times were lovemaking; they had a way of switching things up instead of keeping it the same pace and tempo every time.  Right now, it was ground and pound with an impending explosion and other times, like earlier that morning, where he took his time and slowly made love to her in the hot tub.  Jon loved his hot dips, especially in the morning, and he loved morning sex too, so it was a win-win for both of them.

She kept mentioning a baby at the worst times, as if he would forget about it.  Any man who purposefully put that idea after a woman mentioned it out of his mind was a moron who was asking for trouble.  Jon wasn’t getting any younger and he also knew with his drinking habit, he was killing off his own fertility.  He had found that out through some research; he had been home a bit and not drank, so he knew that damage was reversible.  Honestly, he wanted to get back into shape, quit the drinking, and knock his beautiful wife up.  Wrapping her silver hair around his fist a few times, Jon gave her a moment to realize what he was going to do before doing it and tugged her head back, slamming into her harder when she quivered around him in response.

There was one other room upstairs with their master room and Delilah was already planning on making that the baby’s nursery.  She would do a lot of shopping and try to figure what kind of nursery she wanted for their baby.  Maybe it was insane to plan for a baby that didn’t exist yet, but Delilah was sure with all this sex they had, there was a very good chance she’d end up pregnant.  If not, there was always next time.  There was zero protection between them, just the way she wanted, even if he didn’t.  A lot of times, a man didn’t want a baby until their woman was big and round like a basketball and then they were all for it. 

It was a visual type of thing.

“JON!” She yelled out, feeling his teeth sinking into the spot where her shoulder and neck connected, leaving his mark on her. 

There was another one on her inner thigh and she had fingerprint bruises on her hips from his tight grip.  Nothing salve couldn’t fix and she loved this man marking her because it showed she was taken.  She loved being taken like an animal, like now, and knew he’d never purposely hurt her.  He rode out that orgasm she just had, refusing to climax yet and wanted another out of her, demanding it with his low, gritty voice in her ear.  Delilah obeyed, wanting to cum for him as many times as he wanted and stayed right where she was, not able to deny her husband anything.

He had a little game with himself he liked playing, one where he could see how many times he could get Delilah to climax for him, more than the last time.  It was an ego booster, especially after that quickie the night at the hotel when she had surprised him.  Jon was never doing that again, his wife deserved better than a five minute or less romp.  His free hand had snaked down and around, fingering her clit to add further stimulation and, with the way she was cumming in waves for him, he knew her body was heading into overtime, smirking as he lowered his head to nip at her sweat dampened skin.

Drenched in sweat, her hair still wet from the shower, it did not take long for Delilah to give into him again, surrendering everything with a hoarse cry of his name.  How many more times?  If he didn’t cum soon, she would end up passing out on him and Delilah was trying her best not to let that happen.  After that last climax from her, Jon seemed to be satisfied with her and roared her name after a few more deep, powerful thrusts, sinking his cock deep inside of her before exploding his seed, filling her to the brink.  It was no surprise when Delilah collapsed on the bed in a heap, completely spent and exhausted in every way.

“I…love…you…” She barely managed to get out in between ragged breaths before shutting her eyes, passing out right there on her stomach.

She didn’t feel Jon reposition her or clean her up, tucking her into bed while he cleaned himself up before joining her. “Mmm, Jon…” Delilah softly murmured in her sleep, snuggling against him as he spooned up against her, resting her hand over his on her heart.

Younger Jon would have boasted to all his buddies about fucking his woman for so long and hard that she had passed out due to sheer pleasure overload.  Married, older, wiser Jon was not stupid enough to go doing that, that was how rumors got started.  However, he couldn’t help the feel of pride coursing through him when he heard her mumbling his name in her sleep, knowing he had her forever, even through the worst of times.  If they could get through her injury and forced retirement, knowing how much wrestling meant to her, they could get through anything.  Burying his face in her hair, his hand moving down to her belly and gently rubbed there too, trying to imagine her ballooning with his baby.

“Mmmm….”

Chapter 49

Christmas came and went with them spending it at home with a fully decorated house, tree, and a delicious meal Delilah spent hours making.  Jon helped a little, but for the most part, she had done it all happily, even with a cute little Christmas apron.  They opened one gift on Christmas Eve and then the rest of Christmas Day, each surprising each other with various items each thought they’d enjoy.  In front of the fireplace in the living room, with candles lit and the Christmas tree, Jon made love to his wife with the lights twinkling above them.  It was on a bearskin rug and it felt wonderful against her heated skin, combined with the fire crackling in the fireplace, and Jon’s body on top of her.  Christmas Day was spent in bed making love and eating leftovers, watching Christmas movies, both completely naked and comfortable.

New Year’s Eve was also spent together and Jon wound up taking Delilah to the Red Rocks, with Hank Williams JR playing from the CD player in his truck and had a nice setup in the back.  For hours, they made talked and made love under the beautiful glistening stars in the desert.  It was truly spectacular, especially watching the sunset and sunrise on the horizon, both times during their lovemaking.  Even though Delilah didn’t see Jon as often as she wanted to, when she did, he made it count and gave her plenty of attention.  It made her fall in love with him more and she hadn’t given up hope of having a baby.  The year 2021 would be one to remember, she could feel it in her bones even as her eyes drifted shut, falling asleep in his arms in the back of the truck.

Even with Jon’s worry and fear of not having enough ‘boys’ to get the job done, they were silenced when Delilah took a pregnancy test two months later, seeing the plus sign in the small window.  Pregnant.  She was pregnant and felt both elation and nervousness because Jon still hadn’t told her he was ready to have a baby.  He was under the assumption she was still on birth control when that wasn’t the case.  She had stayed home while he went on the road, so when he was home, they were naked and sexing each other up.  It helped that she sent him naughty pictures and they sexted a lot while he was gone.  By the time he actually made it home, the animal unleashed all over her and Delilah welcomed him with open arms and legs.  Still, he hadn’t mentioned another thing about having a baby with her, so what would his reaction be now that she was pregnant?  Jon was due home in the morning, after a two week hiatus since he had other promotions to work for besides AEW.

The night of New Year’s Eve at the Red Rocks was the official consummation, not that she knew that yet.

Jon had been giving it a lot of thought and working on sobering up.  It was hard, however, he hadn’t realized how much of an addiction he had until he tried lessening how much he drank.  Already he had tapered off at home, but on the road, especially after matches…he wanted beer and whiskey.  He also had a hangover and was working on getting rid of that, refusing to return home in that condition again.  If Delilah suspected or even knew Jon was still getting blitzed on the road, she didn’t say a word.

Hi. It was lame and Sami knew it, but it had been a long time since he had spoken to his sister.  He had followed her on the internet, the stalkerazzi and dirt sheets informing the world what was going on and then she had retired.  Sami had bawled that night for her, but still couldn’t bring himself to call her either.

“Sami…” Delilah whispered in shock, staring down at her phone with wide eyes and wiped tears away, walking out of the bathroom with the five pregnancy tests she’d taken. 

Five.  All different brands.  She wanted to make absolutely sure the symptoms she was having weren’t her mind playing tricks on her.  Her stomach, still somewhat flat, was hard as a rock too, which was another indication she was with child.  It’d been nearly two years since they last spoke to each other and she didn’t know how to respond to him if she even wanted to.  Touching her stomach, Delilah felt a rush of emotion course through her and fresh tears stung her eyes as her fingers started working.

Hey stranger, how’ve you been?

Busy I guess.  Working with Impact now.

He had been focusing on his own career, following her of course.  He had also done a line in Impact with Tessa Blanchard, which had gone over pretty well if he did say so himself.  Sami had been a male pig in it at first, citing male superiority in this business and, by the end of the whole shebang, Tessa had fed him his words.  He had enjoyed the line, though he hadn’t bought into the garbage he had spewed either.  Sami had known better than most that women could kick ass and take names in the ring, and his sister had been one of them.

Got a steady girlfriend. Which had surprised him too, he was not known for his luck with women. How’re you?  You’ve had surgery by now, right? Would she come back?

Yeah, a while ago.  Just finished physical therapy about a month ago and been relaxing at home.  I’ve been well, glad to hear you’re still thriving in the business and congrats on the new girlfriend. Delilah had always wished for her brother to talk to her again, but lost hope it would ever happen. 

The same day she found out she was pregnant is the day he finally reached out to her…what a coincidence.  It was almost like two blessings had happened in one day, the baby definitely being the first.  Did she tell Sami about being pregnant or…no, no she had to tell Jon first.  He was the first person that should know about her pregnancy before anyone else, including her brother.

I retired from wrestling.  Doctor advised against doing it because of how bad my neck was.  One false move and I could end up paralyzed or dead. 

Seen your announcement on AEW.  I wasn’t sure if you’d be able to return after surgery and rehab.

Given how hard his sister had worked to finally make a name for herself in the industry, it was heartbreaking her career was over.  She had been given a serious chance in AEW and for that to be cut short, in her prime, because of a botched move wasn’t right.  Sami knew she was still married to Moxley, that separation and divorce would have been all over the internet by now.  AEW fans were a bit on the rabid side.  However, he also knew Moxley had gone through a serious partying phase, while married, and wondered what happened there.

It's okay.  I was heartbroken at first, but I found a new passion in life that isn’t life-threatening.  I’m not going to tell you what it is, it’ll be announced soon though.

First, she had to talk to her husband, watch his head explode, deal with that outcome, and then decide when it would be best to announce the pregnancy.  Britt was going to lose her mind and Delilah was already planning on making her the godmother.  Jon could choose who the godfather was as long as he didn’t divorce her for her sneakiness.  Delilah was more nervous about telling him than the actual pregnancy itself.  The fact her brother was finally talking to her again, after nearly two years, also raised her spirits.

I didn’t think I’d ever hear from you again, Sami.  Is there a reason for you reaching out?  Are you okay?

The best time would be after she had cleared the twelve-week mark. A woman was more likely to lose a pregnancy during those first few months.  Keeping it close to home ensured they weren’t retracting a pregnancy announcement.

Just figured it was time to get my head out of my ass. He wasn’t looking to be as close with her as they once were. 

Sami knew the damage had already been done and that wasn’t likely.  He also wasn’t looking to rekindle his friendship with Jon anytime soon, if ever, that also wasn’t likely.  He supposed he was checking in because he wanted to know if he was going to be able to say ‘I told you so’ or if he needed to eat his words.  So far, he was chewing on them for sure.  Also, he missed his sister.

Damn straight he was and he would continue chewing on them for the rest of his life.  Even if Jon was enraged at her for lying to him about her birth control, Delilah didn’t think he’d actually leave her.  They were stuck with each other.  They had both done underhanded things to get what they wanted, not that she knew what Jon had done because she had no idea.  Her memory of that night would forever evade her and Jon would never come clean with the truth.

Well good because I missed my brother and I want you in my life, Sami.  I want us like we used to be.  I know I hurt you by marrying Jon and keeping my feelings for him hidden, but I’m not sorry I married him.  He’s the love of my life and he’s been amazing throughout my injury and recovery. It was a little white lie, but maybe talking Jon up a bit to Sami would soften his heart towards her husband.  She wanted them to reconcile, to patch their friendship up. I love him, that’s never going to change, so if you want back into my life, you have to accept our marriage.  We’re IT for each other.

It would be interesting when he learned her dirty little secret, that was for sure.

Sami knew that ‘amazing’ bit was a lie because he knew for a fact Moxley had been out drinking, partying and who knew what else with Eddie Kingston, but that was none of his business at his point.  He had a feeling Delilah and Jon had some delusional issues with each other, but…like he had said earlier, he wanted his sister back. I’m talking to you, aren’t I?  I get it.  You two are forever.  I’m okay with that. Also, he had his own relationship to worry about, well…not worry because his was smooth sailing and…awesome.

Why was she crying?  Damn hormones were already taken hold of her and Delilah brushed her tears away, happy as a lark to hear from her brother again.  She really wanted to tell Sami about her pregnancy, but Jon had to come first, no matter what. When AEW comes to the Cincy area again, if you’re around and not on the road, I’d love to see you.  And meet your new squeeze too.

She stood up, needing some water and then stopped, suddenly flying to the bathroom to empty the contents of her stomach.  Morning sickness wasn’t just in the damn morning!  That was another sign she’d been experiencing the last few weeks was throwing up randomly.  Jon wasn’t home during the times and she didn’t tell him about it either, keeping the small details to herself.

~!~

It was during dinner the next night when Delilah finally told Jon.

She’d made a beautiful steak dinner to welcome him home with, sat down to dig in, and then flew to the bathroom as fast as she could to vomit.  Jon, of course, was hot on her trail, wondering what was wrong with her and for ten minutes Delilah couldn’t talk to him because she was busy throwing up, then dry-heaving.  Leaning back against the wall, she took the towel he offered her and wiped her mouth off, breathing heavily while placing a hand on her stomach.  For some reason, the smell of the steak had triggered her morning sickness and she wasn’t sure why.  However, Jon was staring at her with concerned eyes and she knew she couldn’t wait any longer to tell him.

“I was hoping to tell you this a little more smoothly, like after our dinner settled, but…I suppose now is as good a time as any.” She even had on a black, silk nightgown and planned on having a lot of celebratory sex that night with him…if he was happy about the baby. “I’m pregnant, Jon.  I found out yesterday after taking five different pregnancy tests and they’re all positive.  I have a doctor’s appointment on Monday to confirm it with a blood test, but I’ve been experiencing morning sickness for the past two weeks and my stomach is rock hard when you press on it.  My boobs are also really achy and sore too.”

Jon could only stare at her, wishing for a whiskey and a beer right about now. “I’m sorry, what?” She repeated herself and his blue eyes narrowed just a fraction.  Jon knew that birth control wasn’t a hundred percent…if a woman missed a dose; it was pretty hard to get pregnant on birth control.  He also knew the timing was very coincidental given she had asked for a baby and he had asked to think about it, but hadn’t given her an answer due to trying to sober up. “So…birth control does not work or…what, Delilah?”

He was going to be pissed and she could’ve easily lied to him about what happened to the birth control.  She could’ve played dumb and told him birth control wasn’t 100% effective.  However, that wasn’t the type of person she was.  Delilah would own up to what she did as she stayed against the wall, pushing down the nausea.

“I stopped taking it.  I didn’t think it would happen so fast because it takes a couple of months for birth control to completely leave your body once you stop taking it.  I wanted to be completely ready and prepped to have a baby when you told me you were ready.” That was the honest truth. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you freaking out about it and using a condom when we had sex.  We both know you hate using them and, like I said, I didn’t think it would happen so damn fast.” Delilah was happy it did, though. “And judging by the look on your face, you’re not happy about this at all.”

Jon rubbed a hand down his face, wondering how smart this woman was.  She was absolutely brilliant on some things, not so much on others.  She was told to not skip a pill because she could get pregnant right away, so unless she had been taking some crazy combination of pills…he inwardly groaned. “So, you got yourself pregnant on purpose, without waiting for me to let you know when I was ready.” He summarized, pushing away his plate because he no longer had an appetite.  Jon already knew birth control wasn’t 100% effective, which made this few month thing sound worse, but he also knew the timing made it shady. “The fuck, Del?!” They hadn’t been fully reconciled very long; he was an alcoholic and she had purposefully gotten herself knocked up!  

He was beginning to think she had lost her mind and kept bouncing from addictions: pills, sweets, now onto babies.

Chapter 50

“No, not on PURPOSE because I didn’t think it would be this fast!” She slowly stood up to lean against the wall, not moving towards him in case she ended up needing to vomit again. “Did I know there was a CHANCE it could happen?  Yes I did and I did it because I wanted to cleanse my body of the bullshit.  I’ve been eating better and everything, even changed my diet.” Delilah was eating a lot healthier these days because she wanted her body to be ready to carry a baby. “You’re seriously standing there telling me you don’t want a baby?  Or you’re not ready for one?  You think I was ready to lose my career, Jon?  You think I was ready to give up the ONE thing I loved almost as much as you?  NO, I wasn’t!  And you told me anything,” The same exact word he used on her the night he coerced Delilah to marry him. “You’d give me anything and support whatever I wanted to do with my life.  I want to be a mother.  My biological clock is so damn loud, it was keeping me up at night!  I’m ready for this and it’s not my fault that you’re not.  I already told you it doesn’t bother me that you drink as long as you don’t do it a lot when you are home.  You won’t even be here a lot of the time for the baby anyway, so it really shouldn’t bother you that I got pregnant.  That’s what happens when you’re married and in love, you go to the next phase, which is starting a family.  You need to grow up, Moxley.”

“No, you need to fucking grow up and stop acting like a goddamn fool, Delilah!  You don’t just have babies because it’s ‘the next phase’, that’s bullshit and you know it!” Oh he was pissed, she was running her mouth again when he had said a minimum of two or three sentences.  Mother of the year she was going to be, he could already tell. “Your problem is you keep trying to fill that fucking void in your life that used to be wrestling.  You did it with pills.  You did it with fucking sweets and shit.  Now you’re doing it with a baby and you’re a fucking bitch for making this decision without me!  You ‘cleansed’ your body, so YOU’RE ready, never fucking mind what I want or that I’m trying to get totally sober because I know babies don’t fucking fix problems!  THEY MAKE THEM FUCKING WORSE!” He did not have a good childhood and neither had she, but in her stupid mind, this all made sense because it was ‘normal’.

What the hell would they know about normal?!

“I wasn’t aware we had problems that ran so deep.” Her voice had turned oddly calm, the hurt evident in her golden brown eyes. “I also don’t consider you an alcoholic just because you drink after work.  A lot of the wrestlers do it, Jon.  And you know what?  Maybe you’re right, maybe I AM trying to fill that void in my life and what’s wrong with that?  What’s wrong with wanting to have a baby with the man I love, my husband?  The sweets were because of depression and the substitute for sex because you refused to fuck me while I was injured.  Even though it would’ve been perfectly fine, you didn’t fucking touch me for MONTHS.  You deprived your wife of any affection at all, so yeah, I turned to sweets and got a little weight from it.  So what?  The pills were because I was in so much pain, I couldn’t stand it anymore.  They were the ONLY thing keeping me from blowing my head off with a gun because there were some nights I wanted to do exactly that!  You wouldn’t know that though with your partying and drinking habits with your friends, who were far more important to you than me!” She was pissed as well, shoving past him out of the bathroom and could feel him hot on her trail again while she started clearing off the table from dinner. “You weren’t even there when I had my neck surgery because you got so goddamn BLITZED, I didn’t want a drunken asshole at the hospital with me!!  I was embarrassed of you, just like I am now!  Whether you like it or not, we ARE having a baby because I refuse to get rid of it!  I refuse to stay at home, all alone, while you’re partying it up and having a grand old fucking time on the road!!  I NEED SOMETHING TO FULFILL MY LIFE AND I WANT TO BE A FUCKING MOTHER, YOU COCKSUCKER!”

“You’re a fucking shitty person and a fucking terrible woman!  What the fuck makes you think you’re gonna be a good mother?” Jon was raging right now because he would NEVER have said that otherwise. “You blame ME for all your fucking problems when the truth is, you’re a stupid bitch who decided to push your fucking luck with your neck BECAUSE YOU ALWAYS THINK YOU KNOW BEST!” He shook his head, refusing to do this. “If I would’ve known how fucked up in the head you are, I NEVER would have married your stupid, drunk ass that night!  The fact that you said ANYTHING to me that night should’ve been a warning that you were fucked up!” He LOVED this woman and he no longer had any idea why because this was NOT the Delilah he had known since childhood.  Jon doubted her brother would even recognize the desperate, needy creature she had become today.

Anything.

Delilah stared at him in complete shock and it was if a huge icy wave crashed over her, that word echoing in her mind.  Jon’s callous words were the key to unlocking those memories her drunken stupor that night had locked away.  There it was.  The truth.  The flashback hit her hard and she gripped the counter, thankful nothing was in her hand because it would’ve crashed to the floor, shattering to pieces.

“That night…I was upset and you convinced me to go out with you to dinner.  And when I wanted to come back here, you convinced me to stay by feeding me those Long Island Iced Teas.  We were walking on the Strip because I needed air and you kissed me, and I told you no because of Sami…” Her brother…a relationship she had lost in her life for almost two years because of the man standing in front of her.

“We were in front of a chapel and you kept kissing me, and I did everything I could to fight it off.  You wanted my mind, my heart, my body, my soul, all of me…and I caved in and said anything…” Her hand clamped over her mouth, every part of her body tensed. “You coerced me to marry you…I never would have if…if not for being drunk…Boundaries, there were boundaries I put up with you for a reason.  I lost my brother because of you!  I lost my career because of YOU!” Taking the first thing she could get her hands on, she threw the plate without batting an eyelash and Jon’s forearm caught it, the pieces smashing. “YOU SICK OF A BITCH, YOU FUCKING LIED TO ME ABOUT HOW THIS ALL WENT DOWN!!  YOU COERCED ME TO MARRY YOU, I NEVER WOULD HAVE OTHERWISE!!” The marriage license that came in the mail…why didn’t she question that further? “Oh god…” Delilah felt sick to her stomach, looking down at the tattoo on her left ring finger and shook her head slowly. “I-If I would’ve known the truth…” She would’ve gotten an annulment from him immediately. “I consented under false pretenses, you mother fucker…YOU MOTHER FUCKER!!”

Jon snorted, rolling his eyes. “Tit for tat not your thing, because you sure as fuck got me back, babe.  Besides, there was no coercion, do you even know what that means?  I didn’t force you to do a fucking thing!  You were drunk off your ass and you said yes!” It wasn’t his fault she had been drunk as a skunk and finally let her hair down.  He hadn’t held a gun, threatened her in any way, shape or form, which was all required for coercion.  No, he had seduced her is what he had done. “I don’t know why you got your fucking panties into a twist, Del!” Jon was retreating to the kitchen now, hearing her cursing behind him and raided the cupboard above the fridge where he had a bottle of very old whiskey.  Something he had been gifted after one of his earliest title wins and never bothered letting her know about.  He had never planned on drinking it.  Cracking it open, he saluted her with it and took several very long pulls from it. “You fucking decided without me to have a baby and went off your shit, you knew what you were doing. so it’s a little hypocritical of you to have a bitch fit about what I did!  At least I’m not ruining some poor kid’s life before it’s even born!”

“Go ahead, I hope your liver gives out, you rotten son of a bitch!  You KNEW what you were doing that night too!  You took advantage of me, don’t even fucking deny it, Moxley!”

Delilah couldn’t believe she had fallen in love with a scumbag like him and now she was knocked up with his baby!  Granted, it was something she wanted to happen, but Jon had lied to her, point blank, when she asked him about the marriage license.  He pretended like he had no idea what happened that night when he remembered EVERYTHING!

“You lied to me…you lied to me about not knowing about the marriage.  Now I know the truth and I can’t trust you anymore.  And without trust, there’s no marriage and no relationship.  We’re done, Jon.  And don’t bother leaving, I’m going to be the one walking out on YOU this time!”

Storming down the hallway, Delilah slammed the bedroom door and flipped the lock on it before pulling her luggage out to start packing her clothes.  What was she going to do?  Her vision was completely blurred from tears as she tore her clothes out of the dressers, then looked down at herself.  She had to change first, then she’d pack the rest of her belongings and get the hell out of here.

All she got was his laughter as he sat down at the dinner table, bringing his booted feet up to rest right on the dinner plates, smashing one of them.  He drank his whiskey and began smoking, depositing his ash in a bowl of something she had made and just laughed.  That was really all he could do.  She was going to leave him because he had married her drunken ass, something they both knew would never have happened sober.  He was the rotten son of a bitch, but she had purposefully gone out and gotten herself pregnant without his input, without waiting on him to be ready too!  By her own logic, she had coerced him into having a baby with her.

“Hey Del,” it had taken her a bit to get herself out of that room and she had her bags in hand.  He was wiping away tears even as he laughed. “You’re fucking STUCK with me now, for 18 fucking years!”

“Stay away from me, Moxley!  I’ll never be stuck with you again!  I may be having your baby, but that doesn’t mean I’m stuck with you!  You’ll be hearing from my lawyer.” There was only place for her to go and Delilah could only hope she’d get a flight to Cincinnati that night.  If not, she’d stay at a hotel until she could get a flight out of Vegas. “Go fuck yourself, you manipulative prick!”

She threw her wedding ring, the black diamond, right at him and nailed him in the forehead before going to the garbage with keys in hand.  Just because she had keys to all the vehicles, Delilah took the sports car and flipped him the bird as he watched her from the front porch, Blue at his side.  It hurt her to leave the big boy behind, but…she couldn’t be with Jon anymore, not after discovering the truth.  Before going to the hotel, after calling to book a flight to Cincinnati in the morning, Delilah stopped at the bank to withdrawal half of the account and took her name off it, not wanting anything to do with Jon.  This was HER money and she refused to let him have it, regretting getting a joint bank account with Jon.  The entire ride to the hotel, she cried her eyes out, her heart shattering repeatedly in her chest, and had barely made it up to her room before vomiting again.  It was going to be a long nine months or however long she had left, not sure how far along she was.  Her doctor’s appointment was on Monday, but that would have to be changed to a doctor in Cincinnati.

The hilarious thing was that it had been her who had wanted joint everything after accepting their marriage, which she had done very easily, with barely any fight or second thought.  Right now, Jon wasn’t overly happy with the fact that his wife had just gotten a morality stick up HER backside over HIS actions when she had turned into one of those stupid women, who purposefully got themselves knocked up.  What had Eddie once called women like that?  Baby mamas?  They just got pregnant without a man’s permission or consent.  Jon had married her while drunk and she had essentially stolen his sperm.

But of course, he was the asshole!

He was the asshole who was drinking himself to sleep tonight, alternating between laughing and crying at the situation.  Karma had bitch slapped him pretty good, he’d admit that one.  Jon also had discovered that Delilah had a LOT of issues, especially since she legitimately thought what she had done was all right, but what he had done wasn’t.

“Oh fuck, Blue…Daddy’s a mess!” Jon rasped, wiping away tears from his face with both hands.

Chapter 51

Three and a half months along.

Because so much had happened, Delilah didn’t get in to see the doctor right away and, by the time she did, she was nearly four months along into her pregnancy.  She’d been taking over the counter prenatal vitamins and had a small belly poking out, even beneath the tunic she had on.  The moment she arrived in Cincinnati, Delilah immediately got to work trying to find a place to live.  It took some time and she had to fork over money to stay at a hotel, but luckily, she managed to find a two bedroom apartment with a lease.  Her name only.  She had also got a lawyer, wanting a divorce from Jon Good as quickly as possible.  No matter what she’d done, it paled in comparison to what he did to her.  Taking advantage of her vulnerability and coercing her into marrying him while under the HEAVY influence of alcohol! 

Who did that? 

What kind of person did that?! 

Granted, she knew it was wrong with what she did and Delilah owned up to it.  She didn’t lie about it the way Jon had.  She didn’t cover up the truth, which could’ve easily been done the way he had.  Jon had been a sneaky son of a bitch when it came to their marriage and relationship, in general, whereas at least Delilah was up front about everything, including telling him how she’d gotten off her birth control to cleanse her body.  She had done some extensive research and discovered that the shot she’d been taking…it had made some women unable to have children, period.  The moment she read that, she was done and did not get her next shot, wanting the poison out of her body.  Now, she could’ve gone and gotten on pills, but at the time, Delilah WANTED to get pregnant by her husband.  Again, she knew it was wrong to be sneaky about it and had learned a valuable lesson. 

Never again would she trust a man again that wasn’t her blood.

Delilah was given the option of legal separation, which would allow her to do as she pleased with someone else, if she wanted to, and Jon would have minimal contact with her.  She agreed while the divorce proceedings were underway, only reaching out to him to send him a photo of the ultrasound picture of their baby.  He was the father, whether she wanted him to be or not, so she wouldn’t keep him away from their child.  Not one word or response came from Jon after sending that photo and she was fine with it, preferring to do this on her own.  However, her brother had reached out to her several times and she neglected to inform him about her and Jon’s falling out.  Or rather her leaving Jon’s ass high and dry after discovering his secret. 

I need to talk to you and it needs to be done in person.  I’m living in Cincinnati again and I’ve been here for over a month now.  I’ll give you my address, so you can come over and please come alone.  And prepare yourself, brother. Delilah pushed the send button on her phone and rubbed her belly, heading into the kitchen to make herself a salad with all the trimmings and fixings.  Her craving, however, was Hostess cupcakes, the vanilla with the chocolate on top, not the regular ones.  She tried her best to limit herself to two a day, but it was damn hard to do with the cravings. 

This kid had a sweet tooth, that was for sure!

Naturally, Jon had retained his own counsel, figuring she would be divorcing him after the revelation.  Nevada would have given them both joint custody, but Ohio was a whole new ballgame.  Obviously, that was where she’d run too after being a hypocrite.  Delilah had a tendency to cause a lot of her own misery, that was a fact.  Jon had done the wedding thing, where he had taken advantage of her drunken stupor, but he hadn’t forced her into it either.  She had been all smiles and happy about it, he knew because he still had pictures and a small video buried in a safe in the backyard.  Ohio, he had learned via his lawyer, generally did not grant divorces during pregnancy.  Most judges preferred to do it AFTER birth of the baby.  Yay for him.  What the hell was this he was looking at?  He studied the ultrasound she had sent him, a lot, trying to figure it out.  Was that the head?  Was it a tadpole or something?

Could I get more head’s up then that?  Prepare yourself is ominous. She was back in Cincy, which meant things with her and Jon had gone south and Sami was no longer chewing on his words.  Sami was heading there right now, memorizing the address.

Delilah didn’t respond back to the text message and dabbed her mouth, setting her empty bowl down on the coffee table before walking over to open the door for her brother.  She didn’t have a doubt in her mind who it was on the other side.  Sami looked at her, immediately noticing the difference in her body and she saw the realization dawn in those brown eyes of his, a resigned expression of her own on her face.

“Don’t pass out, come inside and sit down.” Sami mutely did so, sinking down on the couch while she went to rinse her dish out in the sink, washing her hands.  She was letting this sink in for her brother and wanted to give him some time to get his mind to catch up with what he was witnessing. “Yes, I’m pregnant and Jon is the father.  And we’re getting a divorce.  We’re legally separated because they won’t grant my divorce until after the baby is born, unfortunately.” That had been a kick in the teeth to find out since she’d come back to Cincinnati to start her life over. “Do you want something to drink, Sami?”

“Only if there’s alcohol in it.” Sami was not surprised at all by the look she gave him, figuring Jon’s partying had probably been a source of issues between them.  She was pregnant, there was no way she was drinking. “Does he know about it?  Are you happy?” Was this a planned pregnancy?  Sami didn’t think so because he couldn’t see Jon letting his pregnant wife go.  Not unless something really, really bad happened, but considering she had been telling him Jon was IT for her…he just didn’t know what to think anymore. “You tell me what…what you want to tell me, okay?” Because obviously, there was a story here and Sami would do his best to not be a judgmental, ‘I told you so’, prick.

“I’m not telling you what happened, only that I’m pregnant, I’m getting divorced after the baby is born, and that’s all you need to know.” That was all he deserved to know, quite frankly. “Maybe in time I’ll tell you everything, but…I won’t badmouth the father of my child.  Ears.” She patted her stomach with a small smile, leaning back against the couch. “The ‘what’ I wanted to tell you was my pregnancy.  But you noticed right off the bat.” It was hard not to. “And I will tell you this much – Jon did NOT cheat on me.  He was faithful and loyal to me.  That’s all you get for now.  And to answer your question, yes, I’m happy and yes, he knows about it.” Of course he did!  Delilah wasn’t the type of woman to tuck tail and run away.  That was not what she’d done either.  She LEFT him for lying to her about their entire sham of a marriage and there were serious trust issues between them as well now. “I’m looking for a house right now, hopefully I can find one before the little one comes.”

So basically…she had invited him over here to tell him NOTHING other than she was pregnant and getting a divorce.  Given they didn’t have much of a relationship these days, Sami guessed that was about all he deserved to know.  Even then, he had no idea what she wanted from him. “Okay, so what do you want from me, Delilah?” He asked calmly, figuring they might as well just lay everything out. “We’ve only started speaking again a few months ago, so…I’m not sure what I should feel for you about this.” He loved her, that would never change, but their relationship had been very badly damaged because she had married the wrong man and he hadn’t been able to accept it. “Don’t…no…” She was bringing her tiny little bump closer and his eyes were wide, wondering how Moxley could abandon her right now. “Is it moving yet?”

“Not yet, but I’m sure it’ll happen soon.  And all I want from you, Sami, is to be my brother again.  I-I know I screwed up…” Delilah could feel the emotions welling up inside of her, tears stinging her eyes and took his hand to place it on her rock hard stomach. “I figured this is the best way to make up for what I did.  I want you in his or her life.  Uncle Sami.” She smiled tearfully and could see the emotions flashing across her brother’s face, a few tears trickling down her cheeks. “I’m sorry for everything and for not listening to you.  I need my brother back in my life.  Unfortunately, Jon will be part of my life until he croaks because of this baby and that’s something I have to deal with.  That’s my punishment for being so incredibly stupid.”

Sami was a little confused why she thought a baby was the best way to make up for what she had done…it wasn’t his baby.  But now he knew, Jon had screwed up majorly if Delilah had come running back home like this and was basically inviting Sami into her and her baby’s life. “What the hell did he do to you, Del?  Jesus, he didn’t hurt you, did he?” Sami would never forgive himself for NOT dragging her out of Vegas if Jon had laid so much as a finger on her head, standing up to place his hands on her shoulders.

“Not physically, no…” Mentally and emotionally, on the other hand, were a profound yes to that question. “I can’t, Sami…” Delilah reached out for a tissue on the coffee table and blew her nose, wiping her eyes after folding it in half. “No, it’s not that I can’t, it’s that I won’t talk about it.  What’s done is done and getting all upset over it won’t change anything.  I just…have to keep moving forward and be the best mother I can be.  I’ve already put in applications for potential jobs that I can do working from home, so I can take care of him or her.  Between you and me, though, I think it’s a boy.” Sucking in a shuddering breath, she stood up from the couch to grab a water out of the fridge. “I’m home now, that’s all that matters and it’s time for me to start over with this baby.”

It was obvious that no matter what happened, Delilah was still in love with Jon, whether she realized it or wanted to admit it.  Sami wanted to ask her if there was any chance of reconciliation because, as much as he hadn’t approved of their marriage, if there was still love there and if it could be worked out, both parents in the home would be best for that baby.  However, Sami had made the mistake of interfering in the past, of not advocating for what Delilah wanted.  Instead, he had made HER mistake of advocating for what HE thought was best.  Maybe they really were more alike than he had realized.

“Need some help finding a house?  I know a realtor…” Sami cleared his throat with a bit of a grin. “I was looking a little…I’m thinking of proposing to Jessie.”

Right now, there was zero chance of reconciliation with Jon and Delilah was already planning on being a single mother.  Jon hadn’t shown the slightest interest in the baby and hadn’t reached out to her once since she left Vegas.  She was kind enough to send him the ultrasound photo and that was where her kindness ended.  He didn’t need to be at every doctor appointment, Lamaze class, or anything involving the baby.

“Really?!” Delilah beamed at the thought of her brother proposing to a woman and clasped her hands together. “I need to meet this Jessie and give her my seal of approval then.” She teased gently, walking back over to sit down on the couch and smiled when Sami immediately positioned a pillow behind her. “How about you two come over and I’ll make us all some dinner one night?  And if you could help with the house hunting, I’d really appreciate it.” She had a lot on her plate, so any help she could get would be wonderful, especially from family.

“Uh, I’ll talk to her about it and we’ll see.” Sami wasn’t looking to go rushing into anything; he and Jessie had a very good thing going and he didn’t need anyone’s seal of approval.  That tease wasn’t even funny given the situation with him, her and Moxley and now this. “Want me to give that realtor your number, or I can give you his if that’s better?  He’s really nice and he isn’t pushy at all, like the last one I tried.” That had been a walking disaster.

Jon hadn’t reached out because he didn’t want anything to do with his psycho, double standard baby mama.  He had made it clear to his lawyer that he wanted something to do with his kid, if they had to set up a go-between or whatever for visitations, or something to play pass-baby-on, he was fine with that.  He imagined eventually he’d have to kiss her backside, apologize for every wrong he had ever committed against her, and deal with that fact that she was a psycho version of Mary Poppins, perfect and all that.  Not right now though, he was currently on a drinking binge, taking a bit of downtime due to a shoulder issue.

“Yeah, give me his number because I know what I’m looking for.”

Chapter 52

A boy.

Delilah had dreams about it since she found out she was pregnant and now she had concrete proof that was the sex of her baby.  A beautiful baby boy.  Knowing her luck, he’d come out with electric blue eyes that matched his father’s.  She was five months along now, exactly 20 weeks, and hadn’t ballooned yet, but it was only a matter of time.  The house hunting was going swimmingly and she had several she was looking at after her ultrasound.  The doctor was kind enough to schedule her one just so she could find out the sex of her baby.  Wiping the goo off her stomach, Delilah sent the picture to first Sami and then scrolled down to where Jon’s name was, her heart twinging painfully in her chest.

He should be here for this and he’s not. Sighing, Delilah knew she wouldn’t get a response from him and sent it anyway, making sure to add a message to it.

It's a boy.

A boy.  Jon was having a son.  With her.  Unfortunately for him, he still loved the crazy broad.  He knew he had been wrong to hide the fact that she had WILLINGLY married him while black out drunk, but he had been terrified of losing her.  Now…now he was learning to live WITHOUT her and her bag of crazy.  He was genuinely crazy and he knew it, impulsive as hell, prone to fits, and his rages weren’t nice at all.  Jon had directed a few her way a time or two.  Delilah, on the other hand, was…it didn’t even matter.  He’d just have to learn to live with loving her from a distance.

Let me know what name you pick out. She might be sending him information, but Delilah wasn’t about to let him do anything else and he wasn’t about to fight with her either.  He’d done that already while she was pregnant and cried himself silly afterwards.

The first response from him in months and that was what he had to say.  He was leaving everything up to her.  She truly was alone in all of this and Delilah had nobody to blame except herself.  Why hadn’t she been more patient and understanding about how Jon felt?  Then she would think back to what he did to her in Vegas, the audacity and manipulation – the TRUTH – and she’d immediately shove every other feeling for him right in the back of her mind.

I’d like your input on the name if that’s all right.  If you don’t want to deal with it, I will figure it out.  I thought about making him a JR, but I don’t want to do that.  I’d rather him have his own identity. She sent back while having another crying fit on the way to look at a house, really hoping she found one soon. Twenty down, 20 to go.

That was her problem.  She overlooked the fact that she had purposefully created a new LIFE, by being scandalous, yet could walk away from him because he had lied about how they had gotten married.  What had she called it?  Coercion?  Nope, Delilah had been drunk and thought it a great idea.  So basically, she was fine with what she had done, which was way worse, and pissed at him for basically getting her first.  Jon wanted to be part of his son’s life, desperately; he had even started turning HER old room into something new, not knowing the gender or anything, but…neutrals were his deal.  However, Jon also knew Delilah was a spiteful, manipulative person now and she would hold what he did against him forever.  He’d be lucky if he got to even see his kid until after the courts settled their divorce and his parental rights.

He blinked at the message that came through, raising a brow and took a swig from his beer.  Shirtless, drinking, all the windows open, and AC/DC blared throughout the house as he worked on removing anything that reminded him of her, since he was stuck here for a bit. I’ll let you know what I come up with. Did what HE wanted even matter?

Sounds good, I’ll send you a list of names as well.  Hope you’re doing well and take care.

Delilah would not be one of those women that used a child against the father.  If Jon wanted to be part of their son’s life and involved, she wouldn’t fight him on it.  What happened between them had nothing to do with the actual pregnancy.  Saying sorry and admitting faults would not do a thing because, at the end of the day, the reason she left was because of trust issues.  She didn’t trust Jon Good anymore.  He knew about the marriage the entire time and lied to her face about it.  Bottom line!  She did not lie to him, she told him the truth about her birth control and everything.  She didn’t coerce Jon into anything, she just let nature run its course and if he was truly worried about knocking her up, since birth control wasn’t 100% effective, he should have worn a condom.  This was his fault too; it took TWO people to make a baby and she damn sure didn’t get artificially inseminated.

“Well Blue, we’re having a boy.” Jon crushed and tossed his beer can into the massive trash container he had brought with him that had a bunch of garbage in it already. “I think the color is overrated for a boy though…so we’re going with green.” As soon as he sobered up to drive, he’d run into town.  The last thing he needed was a DUI.  Or maybe he’d just place an order and pay for a delivery fee.  It wouldn’t be the first time he had done something stupid.

If he would have known she had gone off her birth control, he would have wrapped it.  As it was, Delilah had withheld that information while KNOWING all that time, just like he had about their wedding.  As far as he was concerned, she was just as bad as he was; only she had actually brought another life into this world with her deceit and omissions.  Not that it mattered, Jon knew from experience that Delilah rarely saw what she did as wrong, only cared about what she wanted, and to hell with anyone else.  That was her ‘making decisions for everyone’ issue surfacing.  Jon should have learned the FIRST time during her neck issues when she had pulled that rubbish and he hadn’t.  The minute she said she wanted a baby, he should have wrapped his dick because Delilah was always right and always had to have her way.

Yeah, karma had really bitch smacked him for his stunt two years ago.

And now, he wanted a Long Island Iced Tea…Jon could taste it on his tongue.

Sami know? That was sent a few hours after the original messages.

Jon was sipping on that nostalgic drink while surveying everything he had ordered and then paid to have delivered.  It was approaching night, he was walking around his house naked now.  Blue had called it a day and was asleep on the couch.  Rude, that was where Jon slept and he made a mental note to get Blue his own couch.  He was betting Sami knew since Delilah would no doubt go running to her brother or something.  Family was important to Delilah and since he wasn’t family anymore…All that left was Sami.

Delilah was eating a fruit salad while watching a movie and looked down at her phone, seeing a new message from Jon. Yeah, I told him after I went to the doctor to confirm everything.  He knows he’s having a nephew and he’s stoked about it.

She wanted to ask him how he felt about having a baby boy and decided against it.  Jon didn’t want a baby or he wasn’t ‘ready’ for one.  There was no point in asking him anything regarding how he felt.  She didn’t care…or so she tried convincing herself otherwise.  Standing up, she went to rinse her dish out in the sink and went back to the couch, settling back down. 

Should she tell Jon about Sami getting married? “Probably not a good idea, he’ll just find out on social media with everyone else when Sami decides to announce it.” Yawning, she shut the television off and went to her room, plugging her phone in.

Jon had NOT been ready for one; he had been working on sobering up and she had gone and made that decision for both of them, so…he really had no choice in the matter.  He knew his kid wouldn’t grow up without a father, not like he had, and he had a ton of money to battle it out against her if she wanted to go that route.  There really was no idea what she’d do anymore and Jon had a feeling he never really knew her to begin with.  When he was done with what he had been doing, which was testing the various shades of green on the ecru colored wall, he took a picture and sent it to her.  There, now she would know he was interested in his son.

Or she’d assume he was paying someone to do it, which didn’t matter either.

A nursery…he was making a nursery for his home in Vegas.  Why did that make her nervous?  It saddened her a great deal too.  Then her overprotective nature kicked in and her eyes narrowed, tossing the phone to the side without replying to him.  There was no way she’d allow Jon to take her baby boy all the way across the country to his house!  Did he not realize she’d have to nurse the baby for the first year?  Delilah decided she wanted to try to breastfeed the baby and if that was the case, Jon would have to come here to see him.  There would be no taking a newborn baby across the damn country away from his mother!  Shaking her head, Delilah snuggled down into bed and closed her eyes, trying to push everything else out of her mind, including her estranged husband.

~!~

“I feel like a bowling ball is in my stomach and my back is killing me.”

Britt chuckled softly, currently out for lunch with her best friend since AEW was in Cincinnati that night.  They never lost contact, even after her injury, and Britt was ecstatic about Delilah having a baby.  One day she would too when her own career was over with.  It was just unfortunate it happened to Delilah far too soon.

“I’m sorry, sweetie, do you want to go back to your house and relax for a bit?”

“No, no I’m fine, don’t mind my bitching.”

Delilah was seven months along and had recently moved into her new two bedroom home, so at least she wasn’t an apartment anymore.  Britt and Adam were kind enough to help her move, along with her brother and his fiancée.  She should’ve been nervous about AEW being in town, but honestly, Delilah couldn’t hide from Jon even if she wanted to.  She was pregnant with his baby and they hadn’t spoken in two months since he sent her that picture of the nursery at his house.  There was no reason to talk to him about anything personal unless it was related to their baby boy.  He also sent her a few ideas for names and she’d done the same thing, but other than that, nothing else.

“Have you heard from Jon?” Britt STILL couldn’t believe Jon and Delilah were separated and on the verge of divorce with a baby on the way.

“No.”

Delilah didn’t tell anyone, not even Britt, about what happened between her and Jon.  It was nobody’s business and she didn’t gossip, letting the internet say whatever they wanted.  She cheated on him.  He cheated on her.  She was having someone else’s baby.  The rumor mill never stopped flowing and she ignored all of it, showing she had a much thicker skin than most.

Britt bit her bottom lip. “Do you think he’ll be there when the baby is born?”

“Probably not.” It was late August and she was due in late October.  Her due date was the 30^th, but something told Delilah should go sooner than that with how big this baby was. “It’s fine, Britt.  Don’t worry about it, I got this and I have the best OB and doctors.”

“Don’t you think he should be there, though?”

“If he wants to be, he’ll let me know.  I told him when the due date is and I haven’t kept anything from him.  If he wants to be there when I give birth, that’s his choice.”

Britt sighed, rubbing the back of her neck and just kept her mouth shut.  The last time she and Kenny had thought they were helping out, they had made a mess of things and they weren’t ever getting involved again like that.  She knew Jon had been spending a lot of time with Chris Irvine lately; he looked a lot better physically, but he was also different.  He was very guarded these days, almost like a wounded animal or something.

That would be due to the fact that Jon had learned that he basically had no say in anything until that kid was older.  Custody would be assumed with her, and since Delilah usually thought she was right about everything and rarely had ever taken his opinion into consideration, Jon was boned.  He felt like he had been robbed TWICE and now karma was punishing him even further.

Delilah wouldn’t know anything about how Jon looked or any changes because she refused to watch wrestling of any kind.  Sami had tried getting her to watch some of his matches in Impact and she refused, wanting nothing to do with wrestling.  That was her past and she was focused on the future and preparing for the birth of her baby boy.  Britt dropped her off at her house and they promised to get together again soon whenever AEW came to the city again.  She had offered to bring Delilah to the arena and was immediately turned down, not surprised.  Delilah was firmly steadfast about having nothing to do with the world of professional wrestling ever again.  She had even gone so far as packing all of her achievements away in an airtight container, which was upstairs in the attic. 

Neither saw the pair of eyes watching her from across the street as she unlocked the front door and headed inside, closing it behind her.  Her feet were killing her, along with her back and she grabbed her heating pad for it, turning it on before placing it on the small of her back on the couch.  Today was her day off work and the house was clean as a whistle, so she planned on taking a nap.  That wasn’t happening as a firm knock sounded at her door, making her groan.  Pushing herself, Delilah went to the door and opened it, her golden brown eyes widening at the sight of her estranged husband staring back at her.

“Jon?” What the hell was he doing here?

Chapter 53

“We need to talk.” Jon stated calmly, his tone emotionless as his walled off, icy blues raked over her very changed form.  

He was here to kiss her backside and everything, knowing whatever she wanted, she’d get.  She wanted child support, she’d get it and that was fine.  Delilah wanted custody…well, she’d get full physical and half legal, with residence here.  Jon had a house here, but that really wasn’t the point.  It had come down to this: Delilah had a habit of making decisions for everyone, based on what she wanted, and he had to play ball this time or walk away from his son.  Depending on how this meeting went, Jon knew he might walk, just for the sake of his own mental health, as messed up as that sounded.  He had groveled before her once before, trying to save their sham of a marriage, so he’d do it again.  Only one more time to try to salvage a relationship with his unborn son that he knew she could and would take from him.

Christ, it’d been five months since they last saw each other.  He looked better than ever, though there were telltale signs he was still drinking.  How did he know where she lived?  She’d only been here a month!  There were only a handful of people who knew the location and she wondered if Britt had spilled the beans to him.  They were friends, after all.  It didn’t matter, he was here and she nodded, opening the door wider for him to enter before heading back to the couch to sit down.

“I’m sorry, but my back is really killing me, so if you want something to drink, help yourself.” Delilah was not a very good hostess at the moment and didn’t care, groaning when the baby started kicking her. “All right, all right settle down, little man…” Her eyes moved back to Jon once she was comfortable and sprawled out on one couch while he took the other adjacent from her. “He’s kicking the hell out of me.  Anyway, what did you want to talk about?”

Cincinnati was his old stomping grounds and, honestly, TMZ and the stalkerazzi were a bunch of nosy dickheads.  He’d had his lawyer send a cease and desist on their behalf since they were still technically married, citing a danger to their unborn baby.  Those stalkerazzi would be in a lot of trouble if something happened to Delilah and that baby, that was for damn sure.  Jon wasn’t getting comfortable, his eyes scanning the rooms before landing back on her.

“About how you want to do this once he arrives.” He stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets. “You filed for divorce here,” The only thing that had preempted it happening immediately was her being pregnant, then there’d be a mandatory waiting period due to their son. “So any rights I’ll have will be here.” If he had any, period.  Jon was learning the hard way that fathers usually got the short end of the stick.

He would want to have this conversation right now while his son was beating the hell out of her insides!  Delilah nodded to acknowledge him and sat up a little, which was harder for her than usual due to all the weight she was carrying in front. “Despite what you may think of me, I’m not one of those women that use their kid against their father.  That’s not me.” Her parents had done that to each other after they divorced and it really messed with her and Sami. “Any time you want to see him, day or night, all you have to do is say the word.  My door will always be open to you when it comes to our son.” They hurt each other badly, but that didn’t mean the child had to suffer. “Now, I have a question for you.  Do you want to be there the day he’s born if you can?  I don’t mind if you’re in the room when he’s born, but I also know your schedule is hectic and I have no idea when he’ll want to make his debut.  Something tells me I’ll be having him before my due date because he's bigger than average, according to my last doctor’s visit.”

“All you have to do is get me a message when you go into labor and I’ll fly in, or when you feel it’s time, I’ll come here to Cincy.” Jon wanted that clarified, having been looking into laws.  If she chose to breastfeed, she could express it for him, so he didn’t have to have his visitations here.  He had to prove to the court he was serious about a relationship with his son, so if he had to make daily ‘milk runs’, he would. “And I’ll just stay for however long I need too; Khan’s given me the okay on taking time.  I’m going for joint custody across the board.  I’ve got my house here opened up and, while I’m in town, I’ll start getting shit done for him.” He figured she should know where he stood, which was not here, visiting his son under her watch and at her discretion.  

Jon wasn’t out to have a fight, but also deserved joint physical and joint legal, even if he had to move here to get it.  She smiled at him, seeing how dedicated he was and rubbed her belly back and forth gently over the tunic she had on.  Maybe she wouldn’t be alone in this after all.  If only…no, what was done was done and the past had to be forgiven.

“I have no problem with joint custody.” Whether Jon liked it or not, however, with his job and how often he was gone, their son would remain with her a lot of the time.  However, Delilah would not mention that and figured he already knew since he came here for a purpose. “I’m not going to fight you, Jon.  I want us to co-parent successfully and, in order to do that, we have to work together.” Just because they weren’t together as a couple did not mean they couldn’t function as a unit when it came to their child. “He’s kicking super hard again.  Come here.  I want you to feel how strong he is when he kicks against your hand.  He already reminds me so much of you and I do hope he has your eyes.”

“I’m good.” Jon didn’t want to touch her, refusing to play this happy homelife the estranged edition game. “I can see him moving.” Right through the material of her top, no less.  

Delilah wanted this kid to have HIS eyes…why?  Why would she want anything to do with him?  She had decided his betrayal of her was way worse than purposefully knocking herself up without waiting on him and he realized she was probably trying to punish him even more.  He’d probably pay for loving the wrong woman for the rest of his life.

“You need money for anything?  Insurance?” No doubt she was paying out of pocket for it.

“No, I’m on state insurance right now.  They got me on it right away because I didn’t have any income at the time and the income I make meets requirements.”

It didn’t bother her he didn’t want to touch her stomach and she had no idea why she offered it in the first place.  She still loved Jon.  There was no point denying it, but she’d never say those words out loud.  Just like Jon, she’d end up paying for loving the wrong man for the rest of her life too.

“I don’t need any money either.  Got a job going from home and I have a nice nest-egg for a rainy day and for the little man.”

Unlike other women, Delilah would not take a dime from Jon unless it was for the baby.  She didn’t want any of Jon’s hard-earned money and found out about the prenuptial agreement they’d apparently signed the night they were married, so Jon hadn’t been nearly as drunk as he let on and protected himself.  So basically, he would need to set money aside because, as soon as paternity was established, the state was coming after him for money.  Jon knew how welfare worked; his mother had been on it throughout his childhood, not that they had ever been able to find his old man to get any money out of his old man.

“Right, well if you change your mind, let me know.  I’ll be relocating here within a month.  The house is being cleaned and some shit fixed.” They were stuck with each other, sort of, for about the next 18 years.  He had already decided he was fine with loving her from a distance; his type of love had cost him his marriage and her type of love he could do without.

Jon was moving to Cincinnati?  He’d keep the house in Vegas, but he was relocating here because of the baby, to be closer, and she understood that, feeling relieved.  At least she wouldn’t have to fight him on the distance because she did not want her baby boy leaving the state of Ohio.  She didn’t want him leaving her side, truthfully, but Jon was proving to be all in with this pregnancy now, so she’d give him the benefit of the doubt.

“Sounds good, thanks.” There really was nothing more she could say to him, so she remained quiet until he decided it was time to leave. 

The smell of him lingered in the house afterwards and it made Delilah groan because pregnancy made a woman extremely horny.  There was no man out there who would fuck a cow like her, so Delilah resorted to pleasuring herself so she wasn’t driven insane.  That was a downfall to not being with the man who impregnated a woman and they were no longer intimate…lack of sex sucked.

~!~

Jon was in rehabilitation for his drinking problem.

Aaron Jonathan Good – AKA AJ slept peacefully in her arms, at just two weeks old, wisps of dark brown hair on his head and he indeed had his father’s eyes.  Beautiful electric blue, though they were nowhere near as intense as Jon’s.  She sighed heavily while reading the text message from Britt and shook her head sadly, knowing their divorce would have to be put on an abrupt hold because of this.  Jon couldn’t handle it anymore and checked himself into rehab, not even warning her or anything.  Gently, she stood up from the couch and walked over to the bassinet to lay AJ down, kissing his forehead very softly.  He was such a good baby and slept well, which was a blessing.

No matter how long it takes, AJ will be waiting for you when you get out of rehab.  You won’t lose your son, I promise, Jon. She figured maybe sending him a message would lift his spirits since he’d only spent a few hours with AJ before having to jump on a flight to the next city for work.

Appreciate it. Lawyers have my permission to go-ahead for divorce and know what I want regarding custody. That was all she got from him before his cell was taken.

Even with him here, she could proceed unless she decided she didn’t want to and he wasn’t about to keep her tied to him anymore.  He had seen that baby, his son, and Jon had a breakdown the very next day.  He had to get sober, but also knew he needed therapy provided in the place because Delilah had messed his head up and he had no idea how to fix any of it.  She’d have a package.  Their wedding video, which showed her drunk ‘yes’ and him pretty good and lit.  Jon had asked her on video if she was sure because he wanted her forever.  She had repeated ‘anything’ and kissed him without abandon.  She could use it in their divorce, he didn’t care anymore.  Jon was letting her and all that drama go.  He had a son to get better for now.

When that package arrived, the video tape was labeled ‘Wedding’ and Delilah had a breakdown of her own.  She made the mistake of watching it, alone, while AJ was asleep, and crumbled with each passing second.  Delilah could’ve used this against Jon easily and taken him to the cleaners if she wanted to.  But through blurred vision, she knew deep down marrying him was the best decision she ever made that night.  Regardless of the lying and deceit, she loved him long before that night and drunken words spoke from a sober heart.

Anything.

That one word solidified it for her that night and the way Jon kissed her in the video…she turned it off, not able to watch any more past the ‘I do’s’.

“Jon…” They had both screwed up their marriage; it wasn’t just him and it wasn’t just her. 

There was no fixing it either because he didn’t love her anymore.  She would always love him, no matter what, and finally felt the regret of leaving and walking away.  Now, they had a beautiful baby boy together, but they were separated and this wasn’t how Delilah envisioned her life to be.  The tattoo ring on her left ring finger was a constant reminder of how badly they screwed up.  Putting the videotape in the back of her underwear drawer, Delilah heard the baby stir and went to care for him, wiping her tears away and pushing her pain aside.

When her lawyer contacted her regarding the divorce, she told him to wait until Jon was out of rehabilitation, not feeling right going through with it until he was out.

Jon had done the 30 day program and had set up counseling for himself, privately, on the outside.  There was no release into someone’s custody or anything of that nature; he had been given resources, so it was up to him.  One thing that had helped was the fact that, at the end of the day, he could admit to what he had done and he would apologize to her for it.  Delilah had every right to a child from him, he should have just said ‘yes’ and everything would have been fine between them so long as she was happy.  Just like he should have respected her decision to not get her neck checked out for a second opinion and wrestling on it; he should have respected her choices.  He was a bit surprised to find out she had delayed the divorce, having come home to Cincinnati and gotten himself some real food, his cell on the charger while he sorted through everything he had missed.

Nobody had a clue Jon had only gone in a program for 30 days, including Delilah. 

She had no idea how long he would be gone for and lost track of the days between working and taking care of AJ.  Her body would never be the same again, though she had started doing at home workouts to get rid of the flab and tighten everything up.  Her boobs were huge and had gone up several sizes, thanks to breastfeeding.  Sami’s fiancée had been kind enough to watch AJ for her for a few hours, so she could go get her hair done, leaving it the beautiful silver it always was and only trimmed.  There was no way she was getting rid of her long hair just because she had a baby.  Currently, she had on black leggings that hugged her curves and her plump booty nicely along with a spaghetti strapped tight tank top.  Her hair was piled up on top of her head while she was cleaning during AJ’s afternoon nap, thankful for a day off from work.

Delilah had gotten lucky on the babysitter thing because Jessica was leaving out this evening.  She worked for Impact under the name Jessicka Havok and kept herself pretty busy.

I want to see him. Jon sent her finally after getting him and Blue settled in, surveying the nursery he had had ordered done.

It was basically what he had had done in Vegas.  His mother made sure to get him the safest car seat and all that shit, it had been in his truck when he had picked it up.  A car seat, in his truck.  Neither he nor Blue had known what to think for a minute.  Just so Blue didn’t feel left out, Blue got his own seat.

Chapter 54

It was several hours later when she finally got that message due to all the cleaning she’d done and her phone was on silent, so AJ didn’t wake up from his nap.  Jon was out of rehabilitation already?  It had only been a little over 30 days since it was announced he’d checked himself in.

Sure, any time you want just come over. Delilah sent back, not sure what else to say and she wouldn’t deny Jon the opportunity to see his son either.  She didn’t get a reply back, finished dinner, fed and changed AJ, and had just settled on the couch when a knock sounded at the door.  Carrying AJ, Delilah walked over to answer the door and wasn’t surprised to see Jon on the other side. “Come in, it’s cold outside.” Early December brought snow and it was flurrying outside at the moment as she closed the door behind him, then promptly set AJ in his arms.

This wasn’t the first time he had held a baby, so Jon knew what he was doing and he just focused on his son while she hovered before finally leaving them alone.  He wasn’t even two months old yet and Jon had missed those first few weeks…which, as messed up as it sounded, made sense for him.  It had made sense to go into rehab NOW while his son wasn’t old enough yet to form memories as opposed to when he started smiling and picking up on social cues, which usually started happening between the second and third month.  Moving towards a window, his blue eyes fastened on that tiny face as he began carefully shedding his coat, letting it dangle from the arm not being used with AJ.

Delilah wasn’t hovering.  She was in the same room as him since the kitchen was just off the living room.  She trusted Jon with AJ and knew he’d never let anything bad happen to him.  Just to prove that she left the room entirely after the dishes were done and went to her room, giving Jon complete privacy with the baby.  Her tank top had gotten wet and the bra she had on was bothering her, so she stripped out of both, grabbing her breast pump since she was engorged at the moment.  After she finished, Delilah felt marginally better, minus her sore breasts, and slipped a nightshirt on over her head that fell to her knees, stripping out of the leggings.  It’d only been six weeks since she had the baby and, although she was healed, Delilah still felt drained at the end of the night.  Being a mother was a lot harder than she thought it’d be, but it was also very rewarding and she didn’t regret it for a second.

Jon didn’t even bother looking at her, his eyes were for his son.  He had AJ’s room set up, the house was in order and ready to go, so he wanted visitations.  He ran a finger down along the side of AJ’s face as he watched the baby let out a big yawn, smiling slightly.  Delilah had stalled the divorce.  Jon had almost forgotten that and wondered why she would bother.  He had given his lawyer instructions to go ahead with everything; it could have gone ahead and they would have just started the mandatory six month waiting period.

Apparently, that was in case the couple changed their minds.

There was a reason for that.  Jon had a lot going on with rehabilitation and she didn’t want to add the divorce to that.  She wanted to wait until after he got out, one thing at a time.  Delilah heard a voice clear in her doorway and she looked up to see Jon standing there, leaning in the doorway.  AJ wasn’t in his arms anymore and she knew he was in his nursery, sleeping peacefully.  She had already fed and changed him right before Jon got there, so he wouldn’t wake up unless he needed a diaper change.  She nodded when he demanded he wanted visitations, keeping things strictly about AJ between them.  That was fine too.

“I got the package you sent me.  I really didn’t need to be reminded of that night, you could’ve just destroyed the tape and been done with it.” It was almost as if he wanted to hurt her or something by doing that.  Mission accomplished. “I already told you, just let me know when you want him and I’ll make sure to have his diaper bag packed.” Along with enough breastmilk since AJ wasn’t on formula.

So much for keeping things strictly about AJ between them; she had tossed that video in his face and he ignored it.  Jon wasn’t arguing, he was living by the motto of basically giving her whatever she wanted or she’d take it anyway.  Holy fucking tits, she had BLOWN UP and he wasn’t sure if that was something he should find attractive or not.  Given her already slim frame, or had been, Delilah looked like a bit like a porn star, with leaking tits. “I have a cooler for the breastmilk in the truck and a diaper bag.  I don’t need anything, but the milk.” It had to be stored a certain way and just like she didn’t want or need anything from him, it went both ways.  She didn’t have to send anything except the baby and his outer clothes, along with anything else AJ needed.  Jon had everything minus those on-demand breasts at his house. “You can get him around to go and I’ll go get the cooler.” Into the cold air, which he desperately needed right now.

“Wait what?” Delilah turned to stare at him with wide eyes, slowly shaking her head. “Okay, when I said let me know, I meant during the DAY.  It’s 9 PM and he’s sleeping right now.” She walked over to him, her eyebrows furrowed and couldn’t help she had blown up due to the pregnancy and breastfeeding. “Why don’t you go home, get some sleep, and…” He shook his head vehemently and the look in his electric blues stopped her from arguing with him. “Fine, enjoy a cranky baby then.  I’ll go get the milk.”

Brushing past him, Jon could feel those large tits right against his chest and he looked down at her the same time she looked up at him, their eyes locking.  Holy hell, her heart was hammering inside her chest and her hands had a mind of their own, gliding up his shirt covered chest, knowing just beneath the material was delicious hair she missed entwining her fingers in.  Damn, she missed him so much and the feeling of his hands gliding up and down her sides lit her completely on fire.  With their eyes still locked, her hands dropped to his jeans and Jon pressed her back against the door, not pulling away from her, each seemingly hypnotized.

The next second, they were kissing against that door, each tasting the other for the first time in almost a year.

“W-What are we doing?” Delilah gasped out once the kiss broke, then immediately brought his mouth down on hers before he could answer. “Jon…” She mumbled in an uncontrollable moan against his mouth and felt him lift her, her legs wrapping around his waist instantly while they continued kissing.

“Being fucking stupid.” That was exactly what this was.  

All this time he had been celibate, another round of self-imposed much like with her neck injury, because he had a wife.  They were legally separated and all that, but Jon didn’t even look at women anymore.  This one had him twisted and he didn’t even know why anymore because he knew they couldn’t be together.  Delilah didn’t trust him and he sure did not trust her.  Speaking of, he pulled back and studied her, realizing if he even thought about this, there was a really good chance she wasn’t on birth control and he wasn’t doing that one again.

Her eyes were nothing more than golden brown molten staring into smoldering cerulean and her breathing was ragged from those kisses. “Incredibly stupid…” Delilah agreed in a low voice while Jon carried her to the bed, sitting down on it with her straddled on his lap.  There was no rational thinking involved between them because they were kissing again, her hands pushing his shirt up over his head and he removed her nightshirt, revealing those big, beautiful breasts that had enlarged due to the pregnancy.  She was healed from giving birth, no more bleeding, but her panties were soaked just from kissing and being near this man. “Oh god, Jon…” Her fingers ran through his slightly longer hair, enough to grip it, while he started lavishing attention on her breasts and felt him harden beneath her. “Fuck me…fuck me, Jon…”

How did they go from him demanding to get AJ ready to go with breastmilk to going crazy on each other?  The only explanation was that magnetic attraction she’d always had with Jon, no matter how hard she fought it, had flooded to the surface once again.  No, she didn’t trust him and he didn’t trust her, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t have amazing sex together.  People didn’t have to trust each other or even like each other to have sex, even though they both still loved each other deeply.  It really was a weird, exhilarating feeling being with a man she was still married to, still in love with, but couldn’t be with.

Would it be a terrible thing if, when he finally came, he splattered it all over those luscious, so much larger tits?  The breasts that fed his son, no less.  Yeah, it probably would be terrible, but Jon would do it anyway, not about to pop his cork in this woman without a condom.  Delilah had basically stolen herself a kid by him, so he wasn’t giving her another by being even more stupid.  He knew he should be stopping this, but he couldn’t.  Jon needed and craved some part of this woman, if only one more time.

She was a worse addiction than alcohol.

The rest of their clothes were gone in a matter of minutes and Jon lifted her again, planting her on the bed hovering over her.  He was only man she’d been with in the past almost three years and that would not change any time soon, if ever.  Jon had ruined other men for her; nobody else compared to him. “Christ!” She gasped out the moment he slid all the way inside of her, her walls tightening around him and he growled out against her lips. “Don’t be gentle, fuck me hard!” Delilah needed this so badly and it was evident Jon did too, meeting every powerful thrust he produced inside of her body.  Suddenly, she pushed at his chest and sat up before moving on all fours in front of him, wanting to feel her husband as deep inside of her as he could get. “Thhhhhat’s it… yes…so much better…”

She wanted to be properly fucked and, to be honest, he wasn’t in the mood or frame of mind to make love to her.  Jon began to fuck her like he owned her and, in a sick way, he still did.  Just like she would always own his pathetic backside.  They were toxic.  He had lied about their marriage and she had stolen his sperm.  The only place they had ever been good together really was right here, in the bedroom.  

He leaned forward to cover her mouth with his hand, growling in her ear. “Don’t be waking our son now, babe,” Feeling the heat of her quick breaths against his palm, he just pounded her harder and faster, driving deeper.

Honestly, if they had done things the right way instead of both being conniving, things might’ve been different.  They could be happily married with a baby boy instead of separated, miserable, and now screwing each other’s brains out in her house.  If they would’ve properly dated instead of Jon tricking her into marrying him, everything would’ve been different.  There would be nothing toxic about them like it was now and there would be complete trust.  Maybe Delilah would’ve even dealt with her neck issues differently if they did things correctly.

She laughed breathlessly against his hand, pushing back as he pounded in and out of her, the sounds of their flesh colliding echoing off the bedroom walls. “Fuck, I love your cock inside of me, fucking me…goddamn, you feel so good, Jon…” He growled, lifting her up with his hand wrapped around her throat and their bodies aligned together, taking complete control.  Delilah covered her own mouth when he began playing with her bundle of nerves, forcing her into an orgasm – the first she’d experienced in almost a year. “Harder!!”

There never would have been anything because Delilah would never have given him the chance.  She had purposefully shut him down after she felt their teasing and flirting went too far.  She kept him at arm’s length, all to avoid alienating her brother.  He had to ‘trick’ her into marriage just to get to the dating part.  Well, Jon probably could have just fucked her silly, skipped the marriage part, and still got here, but…at the time, in his intoxicated state, it had been a GREAT idea.

“Sorry babe, but you need to get off now!” Due to the fact he wasn’t lasting very much longer.  As soon as he felt that orgasm ripping through her, he clenched his teeth and rode it out.  Her body was shattering all around him and he had to wrench himself away, spraying her cheeks with his seed. “Fuck!”

Good thing he did that because she was extremely fertile the first 6 months after giving birth.  She had read that in a book and her doctor had warned her of it as well.  AJ was more than enough for her to handle at the moment and she didn’t collapse on the bed like she wanted to.  The baby started crying at that moment and she cursed, immediately rushing into the bathroom to wipe herself off the best she could.  She’d have to take a shower after finding out what was going on with AJ, pulling a robe on while going to his room.  Jon was suddenly the last thing on her mind as she lifted the baby boy in her arms from his crib and walked him over to the changing station, laying him down.  Her breasts were lactating due to his crying, so she quickly changed him, not seeing Jon standing in the doorway and lifted him right to her breast, feeling him immediately latch on.

“There we are, little man, it’s okay…” Delilah crooned, cradling him while he suckled on her breast and stroked his forehead lovingly with pure love in her eyes.  Walking over, she sat down in the comfortable chair in the corner and leaned her head back, closing her eyes. 

Her heart was still racing from the sex and rushing in here to take care of AJ.

Jon had just royally screwed up and he knew it; though it wasn’t entirely on him since she was quite capable of telling him ‘no’ AND meaning it.  He found her bathroom and began cleaning himself up, mentally cursing himself for being a moron.  He had JUST gotten out of rehabilitation and part of the problem originally had been her, so what did he do?  He had sex with her!  What the hell was he supposed to do?  Check himself back in and request a detox from a woman?  Jon groaned, splashing water on his face and then just gripped the sink, inhaling deeply.  He had a serious problem and he had no idea what to do about it anymore.  The only way he could avoid her completely was by walking away from his son.  His old man had done that to him, so he’d be damned if he’d do it to his own son.  When he emerged, Jon spotted her feeding AJ and just watched, his eyes on the baby.

“I’ll come get him in the morning.” He said finally, not sure what else to say.

“I’ll have him ready to go.” Delilah wouldn’t avoid eye contact with him and could tell he was bothered by what just happened between them.  She wasn’t at all.  It was sex, something they both apparently needed.  It wouldn’t have happened if they didn’t want it to. “Have a good night, Jon.  Sweet dreams.” She murmured, looking back down at their son who continued nursing.

Long after he was gone, Delilah finished with AJ, burping and rocking him to sleep.  Then she went back to her room and took a shower since she needed one after the raunchy sex she had with Jon.  Once she was clean and changed, she climbed into bed, after changing the sheets, and snuggled into her pillow, staring at the window.  Flashbacks of what they did hit her and she could feel the delicious ache between her thighs, letting out a soft groan.  What the hell were they doing?  And why didn’t she regret sleeping with the man who tricked her into marrying him?

Because I love him and I’ll never stop. She already knew if Jon wanted another round, she’d give in and surrender.

Jon scoured every last inch of his body, not realizing he was going to want a drink so soon after getting out of rehabilitation.  Nope.  Not happening.  He needed to find himself a girlfriend or something…no, a fuck friend.  Someone he could vent on after seeing his estranged wife.  It wasn’t like it would be cheating since they were legally separated and he couldn’t do that again.

“Never again, moron.” He glared at his reflection in the mirror before rolling his eyes, taking his nude backside to his bedroom.  Whether he liked it or not, Jon was living near her for his son and had given up his life and his home in Vegas because he had to follow her if he wanted any chance at a relationship with AJ. And to randomly fuck her…he slapped himself, dropping onto the bed. “Damn it…”

Chapter 55

It did happen again…and again…and again.

Over the next two months during Jon’s recovery time, Delilah and Jon spent a lot of time together sexing each other up.  Every time he came over to grab AJ, they seemingly ended up naked screwing anywhere in the house while the baby slept.  The kitchen counter, the couch, the carpeted floor, against the wall, against the door, in the bathroom, in the bedroom…the only place they hadn’t had sex was in AJ’s room.  That would be crossing a line neither wanted to.  Delilah didn’t push him away at all, even initiating it a few times.  It was both of them not able to keep their hands off each other and they always did it while AJ slept.  Now, it didn’t happen EVERY time because Jon wasn’t on the road wrestling at the moment.  At least three or four times a week for the past two months…that was a lot of sex for two people who didn’t trust each other and couldn’t be together.

“W-We can’t keep doing this…” Here they were again, and Delilah finally had to be the voice of reason, trying to find some kind of willpower inside of her. “Jon…” Every rational thought and argument left her mind the moment he was inside of her and she clung to him, covering his mouth with hers to muffle them as he proceeded to take her against the wall. “Harder, you know how I like it, handsome…”

Never in his life would he ever admit he fucked someone else.  Ever.  Well, he could, obviously all Delilah wanted from him was his body and, as pathetic as he was, he kept coming back for more.  That first time she had initiated it he had felt something stupid: hope.  He had hoped that maybe they could reconcile.  He’d apologize for what he had done, then they’d move on from it.  No mentioning her purposefully getting pregnant, he’d just deal with living here again…and that was all wishful, delusional thinking on his part.  Jon had learned to pack condoms though, so he wasn’t totally stupid.  But yeah, he had fucked some woman and it had been so goddamn terrible…this woman he was currently balls deep in, fucking her so hard he worried he might break her, had ruined him for life for anyone else.

If Delilah knew he’d screwed someone else, she would’ve been hurt, but dealt with it since they were not together.  They were legally separated, so he could be with whoever he wanted.  Jon insisted on coming here to pick AJ up all the time, even though she had offered to drop the baby off at his place several times.  He had simply shook his head and told her flat out he didn’t want her at his place.  So in her mind, he just wanted to use her for sex.  Either he couldn’t find it elsewhere or he knew she was easy and went for it.  Delilah hadn’t slept with anyone else, only him, and gripped the back of his neck tighter to passionately kiss him, pouring everything she felt into it while he kept thrusting in and out of her body.

“I love you…fuck, I still love you, Jon…” She mumbled against his lips, voicing what she felt and his thrusts came harder, his arms and hands holding her tighter against him.

She was easy, obviously, and deep down, he still loved her.  His heartrate had picked up even more at those words she uttered breathlessly.  He just didn’t trust her at all.  Bringing a child into this world was a serious thing and, ideally, wanted and agreed upon by both parents.  Given both of their backgrounds, he had always assumed that Delilah would be stable and smart about it.  Jon also knew she didn’t trust him and the why of it, without trust, there just was no making any of this work.  He heard what she was mumbling and stopped anymore declarations of love – It was easy to love someone while fucking them, since sex released the happy chemicals in one’s brain – by kissing her, not needing to hear those sweet, poisonous words.  In the end, they meant jack.

Love was NOT enough, they had learned that the painful way.

“Fuck, Del!” Jon  reached out to brace his hand on whatever was closest, feeling her body shuddering violently against his.

There was zero regret having AJ.  He was the best thing that ever happened to Delilah, even with what she did.  Stealing Jon’s sperm the way she had in order to get what she wanted…Jon would never forgive or forget that.  So why?  Why did he insist on initiating sex with her?  Why did she do the same to him since he had tricked her into marrying him?  They were so complicated, so screwed up, and she meant the words she told him.  Feeling him explode triggered her own climax as their mouths crashed together intensely, muffling their cries and roars.  Jon finally stopped thrusting, physically forced to leave her body and neither moved for a few minutes, just trying to regain their breathing.  Once her breathing was semi-controlled again, Delilah cupped his face to softly kiss him, breaking it seconds later.

“I don’t…I don’t wanna let you go, Jon, ever.” She murmured, resting her forehead to his and stared into his eyes while hers welled with tears. “What do you want?  Because I still love you and I have no idea how you feel about me, and I’ll never deny you…You still have all of me, not just when it comes to sex, you know.”

“Yeah?” He was setting her down now, moving away from her. “What changed then?” Because Delilah had left him, bought herself a house here.  Then he had uprooted his life to follow because she had cockblocked him in Nevada courts, which would have automatically made things custody wise 50/50 unless they fought it. “Because you don’t trust me and I don’t trust you,” Jon was glad for his son; he adored, loved unconditionally, that boy, but he wasn’t about to wind up fathering another kid without his consent because she got a hankering to have another baby. “And we both know shit don’t work without that.”

What was she saying?  What was she trying to say?  Delilah didn’t know herself and thought about her words while getting dressed since her clothes had gone flying. “I was angry.  I was so pissed at you for lying to me about how we got married.  It didn’t really matter to me how it happened, but the fact you lied to me about it…it broke something inside of me.  You were the one person in this world I trusted more than myself, more than my brother.  And to have that one person break my trust like that, I…I had to get away.  And once I left, I knew I couldn’t go back, even after I realized what a mistake it was to leave in the first place.” She sat on the couch since her legs were still jelly and leaned back against it, scrubbing a hand down her sweaty face.

“And I was wrong for what I did to you, for lying to you about my birth control.  I did do it to cleanse my body, I didn’t lie to you about that.  I was on the shot, Jon, not the pills.  The pills are different than the shot and it usually takes a couple of months to fully get it out of your system.  I honestly didn’t know I’d get pregnant THAT fast.” It still mind-boggled her to this day how quickly she had gotten pregnant.  Jon must’ve had super sperm or something. “But I should’ve told you what I was doing, so you could decide to wear a condom or risk it.  I should’ve given you the time you wanted and needed, but all I thought about was…how lonely it was at home without you.  How lonely I was.  You were right, I was trying to fill the void and that hole inside of me where wrestling used to be.  I needed a purpose in life, something to keep me going because at the time, I was in a dark place and…I wasn’t happy.  I was miserable and I was jealous of you being able to do what I couldn’t anymore.  I thought you owed me a baby at the very least…and I was wrong.  You didn’t owe me anything.  You were my husband, and I should’ve been honest with you about how I was feeling, what I was thinking, all of it.  But I don’t regret AJ and I never will, but I DO regret how we brought him into the world and what I did to you.  I’ll never forgive myself for that and I know you won’t either, but you at least deserve to hear a true apology from me for what I did, so…I’m sorry.  I’m sorry I did that to you and forced you to do something you weren’t ready for, Jon.”

Taking a deep breath, she stood up from the couch to walk into the kitchen for something to drink. “I wish it could’ve been like this from the start.  You and me dating, sexing it up, enjoying each other instead of you getting me liquored up and tricking me into marrying you at that chapel.  I need to know, right here and now, why?  Why did you do that?  I get that I was pulling away from you and keeping you at arm’s length because of Sami, but…what convinced you it was a good idea to marry me like that?  You could’ve, I don’t know, had some PATIENCE and allowed things to play out naturally instead of tricking me like that.  And I know I’m not completely innocent in that either because I did say anything that night.  I let my guard down around you because I trusted you and my feelings for you were a factor too.  But I would’ve preferred us dating and getting to know each other, fall in love that way, then the trickery and deceit.  I’ve waited a long time to hear you out and I’m ready to hear it now.  So why?”

“Because every time I tried getting close to you, you’d shut my ass down.” It was a plain and simple fact.  She had been irritated as hell when she had gotten into Vegas.  Her hotel room had been given away, her rental car had gotten hit by a moronic teenager, and he had gotten pretty lucky getting her to his house. “It wasn’t until after everything came out that I realized I could have just drank with you and we probably still would have gotten here, but at the time…you were toasted and I was drunk,” Not like her, he had been lightly drunk. “And we were having a good time, kissing and making out everywhere, and you said you’d do anything for me…it just…” Jon shrugged, not entirely sure where his mind had been that night outside of wanting her forever. “I knew then I wanted you.  I wanted you forever and, in that moment, it seemed logical.  I’m sorry that I lied to you about it,” Well, withheld the information anyway. “I was always scared of you leaving me.” In retrospect, given their marital disasters, that was a healthy fear to have.

“Why would I leave you?  Even if you told me the truth when I confronted you about the marriage license, I would’ve been pissed, but I wouldn’t have left.  It’s the fact you deliberately lied to my face about it that made me leave.  I don’t trust very easily; I only have a small circle of people in my life for a reason and you know that.  Just like you.” She walked over to him, handing him a bottled water and looked into his eyes, so many different emotions rushing through her.  It wasn’t just from the sex either. “And the reason I shut your ass down is because I thought all you wanted from me was sex.  And my brother, I was afraid of losing him.” That happened anyway. “I judged you because of your past and I was wrong for that.  I didn’t know you wanted me for more than that and, at the time, I was stubborn and focused solely on my career.” That still didn’t make it right what he did, however. “In spite of all of that, I don’t regret marrying you.  I don’t regret being your wife and getting this,” She held up her left hand, the tattoo on her left ring finger. “I just wish we could’ve gotten married differently, that’s all.”

Jon just shrugged, moving to start cleaning himself up. “Doesn’t matter now.” There was still that lack of trust and, honestly, he knew if she decided something down the road that he didn’t agree with, Delilah would just go and do it anyway.  He had learned that with her neck injury and then with their son. “I love you,” He confessed once he was done and back in his jeans, moving to watch her. “But I don’t trust you to not make decisions for everyone around you.” Life-changing ones at that.  Her neck injury, she may have been able to salvage her career if she had just listened.  Their son.  No, because he would always be paranoid she’d do it again. “I fucked up and I know it, and I know you don’t trust me either. You probably shouldn’t, who knows what stupid thing I’ll do next?” Not him, Jon had impulse issues at time and he was working on it.  So, if they ever had a chance of getting back together, they would have to find that trust again.

“But it DOES matter because I love you and you love me.” Delilah cupped his bearded face in her hands, wishing there was something she could say to make him believe she had changed.  Did it even matter?  He looked like he had given up hope for them and it broke her heart. I have nobody else to blame except myself. “We could try to find that trust with each other again.  We both fucked up, we were both deceitful, but that’s the past.  We need to leave the past completely behind us and start over.  Because I can’t keep doing this.  I can’t keep fucking you and pretend it doesn’t mean anything when it damn sure does.  You’re the love of my life and I don’t want anyone else.  Maybe it will work, maybe it won’t, but we won’t know if we don’t try.  We owe it to ourselves before we go through with this divorce.  I don’t just love you either, I’m still in love with you.  I don’t want to give up on us if there’s the slightest chance we can make this work.” They owed it to their son as well to be a family instead of a broken home.

“I don’t know, Delilah.” Jon pulled away from her, shaking his head and turned his face away from her, so she couldn’t see the indecision and agony in his eyes. “I can’t go through this shit again, babe.” He was not a firm believer in the two parent requirement nor needing both parents in the home.  If she tried playing that card on him, he’d walk away from her without a backwards glance.  He had manipulated her into marrying him and he wasn’t playing those games anymore. “I don’t drink anymore, you know what I’ve done and that it’s obviously not happening again, so what’s changed on YOU?” Obviously, he couldn’t marry her like that AGAIN.  However, Delilah could definitely take him for a few rounds if she felt like she needed another void filled.

“For one thing, I don’t pop pills anymore and I take a lot better care of myself.  I’m eating right, I don’t indulge in sweets and put AJ first above anyone and anything.  Motherhood has changed me drastically, I’m a lot more patient than I used to be and understanding.  And I didn’t give you the time you needed before getting pregnant either, I tricked you into that.  So, you take as much time as you need,” Pausing, she took a step back and let her hands drop at her sides, showing him with actions and words she meant what she said. “Think it over.  When you’re ready to give me your answer, whatever it is, I’ll accept it.  And I won’t ask you about it again either.  This is the one and only time I’ll mention it.” Then, Delilah closed the distance between them and brought his mouth down on hers, feeling his arm instantly wrap around her waist to pull her closer. “You have all of me, Jon.  You always have and you always will.” The baby started crying and she went to retrieve him from his room, already knowing it was feeding time after a diaper change.

Jon was on his way out the door.  Jon had brought AJ back and then stayed for afternoon delights with baby mama.  He was a moron.  He already knew about eating right and everything else regarding her, not caring about any of that.  What he cared about was the fact that he didn’t want to have to constantly watch her and what was going on around them, just in case Delilah decided he was an idiot and his thoughts and feelings didn’t matter again.  Rationally, he knew that only time was going to prove that she had changed THAT habit.  He heard her getting AJ latched just as the door was closing behind him, knowing his son was eating because the cries had shushed immediately.

Chapter 56

Delilah turned the television on to watch AEW programming for the first time since her injury happened. 

AJ was already starting to hold his head up, going on three months old and growing super-fast.  Jon was back on the road, ready to take on the world of professional wrestling again and she held his little hand, waving at the screen when Daddy’s music hit. “There he is, you see him?  That’s Daddy!”

Jon hadn’t mentioned their discussion about getting back together and trying again, so Delilah kept her promise not to mention it again either.  If he wanted to be with her, he would.  Obviously, he didn’t and as heartbroken as she was, she had a baby boy that needed her far more than her falling apart.  It wasn’t an option.  Delilah turned the volume up, listening to Jon’s speech and felt tears slide down her cheeks at the passion, determination, and rawness it brought forth.  He was speaking as Jonathan Good in that ring, not Jon Moxley.  Toward the end, he did morph into Jon Moxley, however, but for the most part, she knew that was Jonathan Good speaking from the heart to his fans.

“Daddy is so good at what he does, you know that?  He’s the best wrestler in the world and you know what?  Mommy used to be a wrestler too.”

AJ just blew bubbles from his mouth, his eyes focusing on whatever was grabbing his attention while his mother’s voice rang in his ears.

Daddy himself was being greeted with applause from his friends once he reached the backstage, accepting a few hugs and then it was off for a bottle of water.  Jon felt and looked way better, he hadn’t realized how much he had been letting his body go until he started getting clean.  Cleaner meals, no more alcohol even when he felt like he needed a drink.  As long as he wasn’t around the woman who drove him crazy in each and every way possible, both good and bad, he even had a clear head.  Which was probably not a good thing, given his personality, that just made him more likely to perfect the wild stunts he did when he got a burr up his backside.  Jon had thought plenty about what Delilah had said and he knew the only way to rebuild trust, or to even learn she had changed that habit was by giving her a chance.

By giving THEM one more chance.

But did he want to?  That was the question that had yet to be answered.

There was only one person she had confided in during all of this and it was her best friend, Britt.  She knew the woman wouldn’t run her mouth about anything that was said between them, especially when it involved her and Jon.  The first time they had sex, Delilah thought it was a fluke and would never happen again.  Then it did…and again…and again…and after a month, she finally had to talk to someone about what was going on.  Britt wasn’t the judgmental type and listened to everything Delilah said, including her regrets about leaving Vegas, leaving her husband, in the first place, despite what he’d done.

Now here they were again on the phone with Delilah in the kitchen, cleaning up since AJ was sleeping in his playpen.  She could see him from where she stood, the phone tucked between her ear and shoulder. “Yeah, everything’s great here.”

“Still no word from Jon, huh?”

“Nope.”

“Well sweetie, maybe it’s time to throw in the towel and just accept the fact he doesn’t want to be with you.  I know it hurts, but you can’t force a man to be with you.  Begging is not your style.” Britt was always supportive, but also blunt when she had to be. “It’s time, Del.  Sign the papers and move on with your life.”

Closing her eyes, Delilah stopped what she was doing and shut the water off, leaning against the counter with tears running down her face. “You really think I should?” She asked resignedly, grabbing some tissues to wipe her tears away and her nose.

“How long has it been since you told him you wanted to try again?  Two months?”

“A little over, yeah.”

Britt hated what this was doing to Delilah, but the woman had made her bed and she had to lie in it. “All right do this, when he comes to see AJ again and he doesn’t say anything to you about getting back together, it’s time to move on.  I’d wait until then, but no longer than that.”

“Okay.” Delilah had no idea when Jon would be home from the road because he didn’t tell her his schedule or what he was doing, only whenever he wanted to grab AJ. “Thanks for talking to me about this, Britt.  I don’t know what I’d do without you, woman.”

“You’d be fine with your stubborn ass, you always are.” Britt laughed, knowing sometimes, as much as people loved each other, it was best to just call it a day and move on.  

Toxic relationships were a thing and, to be honest, she knew opposites attracted and all that, but at the end of the day Jon and Delilah were polar opposites.  Delilah was very set in her ways and reliable, Jon was…reliable about seeing his kid and wrestling, that was about it, the man was a wildcard.  She had to admit, it was shocking that he had been so honest and forthright about checking himself into rehabilitation.  Nobody was asking him any questions about it and, outside of what he had said, he wasn’t offering any more information.

“Yeah – yeah, I know, but you love me anyway.” Delilah felt a little better about the situation with Jon after talking with Britt and hung up the phone, finishing her dishes from dinner.  She walked over to the playpen and gazed down at the beautiful baby boy sleeping peacefully, sighing sadly. “I tried, little man.  Oh well, we’ll be okay.  Just you and me, you’re all I need in this world.” She whispered, covering him up with the blanket before making herself comfortable on the couch, laying down to flip through the channels. 

Not even ten minutes later, she was out like a light.

Whether they got back together or not, it’d never just be her and AJ.  Jon would ALWAYS be part of the picture because he was trying to be an active father.  Naturally, as AJ got older, he’d definitely be more hand’s on, but he didn’t produce breastmilk on demand, so Delilah took centerstage for now.  But AJ was becoming more alert and Jon was smiling as he got home, rolling his eyes at the new box on his table.  His Mom was doing these weird baby boxes, geared towards boys and for specific ages.

“The shit, Ma…” He rumbled, shaking his head before dropping his bag on the table as well. Just got in. Want to take little man for a few days. And talk to her, AFTER he took AJ, just in case the talk went south.  Jon didn’t want a bad mood ruining his time with his son.

Good timing, can you pick him up in an hour?

Tonight Delilah was cutting loose and couldn’t wait to let her hair down, have a few drinks, and relax.  It was Jessika’s bachelorette party and she had helped plan it with a few of Jess’s closest friends.  The theme was goth with a little 1920’s spin on it.  They were going to paint Cincinnati red tonight as she looked in the full length mirror, admiring herself.  The dress was skintight black with silver dripping sequins on it, spaghetti strapped, with a sweetheart neckline.  She had a bonnet in her silver hair, a netting over her eyes.  Black strappy heels, her makeup was done in cat eyes with black and silver and black lipstick, huge silver hoops in her ears, along with bracelets on her wrists and a diamond choker around her neck.  She also had on long black gloves that went almost to her elbows for added flare.  It’d been so long since Delilah had dressed in anything like this and she was starting to feel herself again, the dress holding in any flab she still had from the pregnancy. 

Yeah.

That gave him time for a shower and to take his dog out.  Speaking of Blue…he whistled, rolling his eyes when he heard the thumping upstairs that alerted him to the fact that his mongrel had been sleeping in HIS bed again.  Blue was back to staying with his mother when he was on the road, under strict orders to maintain the diet.  Since he had ‘given’ her a grandson, she was listening about the dog, go figure.  Blue was also very spoiled.  He had his own damn car seat now and a brand new low to the ground ‘crib’…Jon had TWO kids, one was just really furry.  An hour later, he was knocking on the front door of Delilah’s place, freshly washed and in comfortable clothes because he and little man were going to binge watch some sports tonight on the couch or Bubble Guppies, which was AJ’s new favorite show recently.

A few seconds later, the door opened and Delilah had to breathe again at the sight of Jon in a white t-shirt and jeans, a soft smile on her face. “He’s ready for you, along with the diaper bag.” She ushered him inside, closing the door and walked over to lift AJ out of his swing since he’d just been changed and fed. “Love you, little man.” She murmured, handing AJ over to Jon and grabbed the diaper bag, making sure there was enough milk in there for their son. “Hang on, I’ll add two more packets to be on the safe side.” She hauled cookies into the kitchen and grabbed out two bags that were labeled, placing them in the diaper bag before handing it to Jon. “Have fun, you two.”

Mommy had a hot date.  Jon could not help visually devouring her while he got AJ in his winter jacket since it was freezing outside. “You look nice.” He even said it very platonically, knowing he hadn’t given her much to go off because he had still been thinking.  Figuring he’d talk to her after his time with AJ, the last thing his son needed was Daddy being moody around him if the talk went south. “Party or date?” Should he ask?  Probably not, but he had and was also curious about who would have watched AJ if he hadn’t sent her a text.

Sami was planning on coming over to watch him while the girls went out since he’d already been out for his bachelor party a few nights before.  Delilah could’ve been smarmy about it and teased him a little, but that wasn’t her anymore. “A party.” The way he said the word date was not missed, it had a slight bite to it. 

Why did it send shivers throughout her body?  This man did things to her with just his voice alone and Delilah wanted to tear into him, but now wasn’t the time or place for that.  It may never be again since he hadn’t mentioned anything about getting back together.

“And thank you.  It’s a themed party hence why I look like a gothic whore.” She chuckled, smoothing the dress down her sides and she’d added fishnet stockings to it for added flavor. “I watched Dynamite and saw your speech.  It was amazing, Jon.  You’ve always had a way with words that connect with the audience, though, so I don’t know why I was so surprised by it.”

If there was a bite to his tone, he was oblivious to it.  Jon had tried going for platonic, knowing they were legally separated and she could do whatever or whomever she wanted.  He had slept with a different woman, which had sucked majorly.  The fact that neither of them had pushed for the divorce to be continued probably spoke volumes.  They were toxic, but unable to walk away just yet.

“You don’t look like a whore, darlin’.” That was the first time he had used the endearment ‘darlin’’ since she had left him in Las Vegas and it just flowed out naturally. “You look gorgeous and thank you.” Jon shrugged a shoulder, hefting the diaper bag up with AJ up on his chest.  He was a bit surprised she had even watched Dynamite, knowing how bitter Delilah had been over losing her career. “Have fun tonight, Del, we’ll talk when I bring him home.”

There was no way she could miss his return to the ring after spending three months away from it.  Curiosity killed the cat and satisfaction brought it back.  It was an amazing segment and as soon as he was off the television, she switched it to another channel.  His words were not missed either and she wondered what he wanted to talk to her about, also catching what he’d called her.  Darlin’.  His special term of endearment for her.  Hope flared in her heart, but Delilah immediately squashed it down, not wanting to be disappointed.

“Sounds good and I will.  Just let me know when you want to bring him home and if you need more milk…” She wondered if giving Jon a key to her house was the right thing to do, deciding against it. “Just contact me and I can bring it over for you, okay?”

He popped a quizzical brow at her, wondering if she were serious.  In the time since he had gotten out of rehabilitation and started taking his son regularly, she usually overpacked the cooler he used for breastmilk.  Apparently, it was able to be frozen and six months was considered optimal.  Twelve was all right to use, but lost some nutrients.  Basically, when he did run out which had only happened a handful of times, Jon had his own little supply in the small freezer he had bought just for this purpose.  He wasn’t a good husband, maybe not even a good man.  However, nobody could tell him so far he wasn’t trying to be a good father.

“Okay.” She was a mother who would worry and be on the ball about everything, coupled with her natural self. “If you’re going to be drinking, you got a DD?” He had no idea what kind of party she was going to or why he had just asked that. “Never mind, we’re leaving.  Have fun, Del.”

“Thanks, see you in a few days.”

Delilah didn’t bother watching Jon put AJ in the truck, needing to make some final touches to her look before heading out.  No, she didn’t have a designated driver, but she wouldn’t be drunk when she came home the next morning.  It was a party bus and they were going place to place before finally being dropped off at Sami’s to crash for a few hours.

Chapter 57

Never again.

She was never drinking like that again as long as she lived.  What the hell were those glowing shots called again?  It was a good thing Jon was keeping AJ for at least three more days because she’d need that long to pump all of the alcohol out of her breasts.  There was a way to test the milk to make sure no alcohol resided, so she kept pumping while hungover throughout the day, sipping water with a splitting headache.  Needless to say, when she was awake, Delilah was pumping as much as she could and testing.  Over and over again.  Finally at the end of day 2, her milk was good to go for AJ and she started pumping, bagging it to put it in the freezer and some in the refrigerator.  It was fun to do that once in a blue moon with the girls, but Jessika could drink that was nobody’s business and she now understood why her brother was marrying the chick.

Jessica was a big, beautiful girl full of life and kind of loud, and Sami adored her.  It was like dating himself and she was even obnoxious at times!  It was great!

Naturally, stalkerazzi had been eyeballing the event and there were a few pictures floating online.  Or maybe just rabid, asshole fans in general who had taken the pictures.  Regardless, Delilah, Jessica and all the rest had been plastered on social media, showing they had gotten themselves…plastered.  Jon, who still had a search tag on his wife, got his notifications and scrolled, raising a brow as he took in the rather poor quality photos.  That was definitely Delilah and dear God, was that drink GLOWING?  What the hell?!

You alive after that party? He couldn’t help asking, texting one handed since the other was gently resting on AJ’s bare back since the baby was on Jon’s bare chest.  They were bonding.  Well, had been, AJ was fast asleep now.  Even he had stayed away from the weirder drinks, pretty sure they got their glow from antifreeze or something that couldn’t be healthy.

I am never drinking like that again.  EVER! She wanted to make that clear, thankful her head had finally stopped hurting and she had an appetite again. 

If she would’ve saw how Jon and AJ looked at that moment, she would’ve snapped picture instantly.  Delilah wanted to ask how AJ was and stopped herself, knowing Jon had it in the bag.  She had to trust him with their son and she did.  She also had no idea pictures surfaced with her in that goth whore getup, laughing and carrying on, dirty dancing, and there were male strippers there as well shaking their junk.  Jessika tried to get her to fuck one of them and Delilah immediately turned it down, even drunk.

Any drink that glows should be avoided.

He bet her stomach was torn up today, probably a good thing he had their son.  He knew she’d still soldier through, but she’d be miserable as hell.  AJ was a very good baby.  Jon tried to make sure he had him at least two nights a week MINIMUM, knowing if they were still together, it might be a little different and that was terrible to think.  He had yet to pick up any offers outside of AEW, preferring the lighter schedule now because it let him spend more time with AJ.  Angling his cell, just a little bit so it showed their son on him, bare chest to bare chest, Jon smiled because AJ had a sleepy little smile on his dozing face.

He snapped a picture and sent it to her. He drank himself to sleep too.

Her heart melted into a puddle at the sight of it and Delilah was once again reminded what an idiot she was.  It made tears sting her eyes and she had to close the photo, it hurt too much to see right now. Aww, that’s adorable.  And it wasn’t too bad actually, those glow shots, but damn were they strong.  Again, never drinking like that as long as I live.  Reminds me of those damn Long Island Iced Teas, the wicked bastards. She knew he’d either be pissed at that reminder or amused because she was certain those bad boys were completely cursed.

Don’t blame the LITs for your bad choices, babe.  They’re awesome.  In moderation. Or were, he was a former drinker, refusing to touch alcohol for a very, very long time, if ever. There are pics up online.  Someone was snapping pics of the party and shared them on social media and now TMZ and wrestling pages are sharing them. Jon had no idea what the deal was, other than a bunch of women going out and having a good time.  He recognized a few, vaguely, and that was about it.  However, now she knew why he had even mentioned the drinking thing.  Figuring if they did anything dumb, she might want to know now they had been peeped on.

Looking through the different posts on social media, Delilah was laughing and it wasn’t funny at all. I love how I’m labeled as Jon Moxley’s estranged wife.  I don’t even have a name. “Never mind the fact I’m a former women’s champion in several different wrestling organizations and built a name for myself in the business.  Stupid assholes just looking for anything to draw attention to them.” Snorting, Delilah was annoyed by that after the incredible night she’d had at the bachelorette party, which the stalkarazzi had no idea that was what it was.  It was the intention from Jessica, not wanting any rumors spread about her engagement to Sami. 

She honestly didn’t blame the woman.

The problem was, Delilah had only really made it ‘big’ in the states when she was on AEW.  Even then, she wasn’t there for that long in the grand scheme of things.  It wasn’t fair, Britt had botched that move and Delilah had been cut down before she could even peak.  Wrestling was already hard enough on a woman, to come back from an injury, it was nearly impossible.  Only a few select names were going to last throughout the years, it was just how the industry worked, unfair as it was.

Your name is Delilah. He sent back after a long moment, bringing his free hand up to cup AJ’s head gently. You are more than some loser’s estranged wife. It was weird that they could talk like this via text, but not in person.  Maybe because it gave them time to think before speaking.

You are not a loser.  Don’t call yourself that.  You’re anything, but a loser and don’t you forget it. She sent back a few minutes later once she cooled her boiling blood from those stupid dirt sheets and social media. Social media has really killed the business.  I miss the old days when personal lives weren’t meant for the entire world to see.

Even while Jon was out on rehab, the stalkarazzi had tried to catch glimpses of him after he was out and back home in Cincinnati.  She missed him so much, wishing he was here with her so they could talk in person.  His words hadn’t left her and Delilah was tempted to ask him what he wanted to talk to her about, but decided to wait.  Patience…she had to show Jon she had patience and let him tell her when HE was ready.

He had been saying that about social media for a LONG time.  It was one of the sticking points between him and the WWE, the social aspect of it.  Jon had seen absolutely no reason to run an ‘official’ social media account just to show glimpses to the fans.  That was NOT what wrestling was supposed to be about.  Fans were fickle, rabid creatures, switching their loyalty around or being loyal to the point where they automatically hated anyone who didn’t align with what the fan liked and wanted.

Same. He hadn’t been bothered in Vegas all that much, which was weird, but here…if he was out with AJ, he’d lightly cover the baby’s face up because those pricks were not taking pictures of his son just to sell them.

Since Jon kept AJ the next couple days, after the hangover went away and her milk producing was back in order, Delilah started packing away AJ’s clothes that no longer fit him.  He was already in a size six months and he was only three months old.  It was crazy how fast the kid was growing, and he ate like crazy.  Something told her he was about to go through another growth spurt because he’d been sleeping more than usual lately.  When Monday morning rolled around, it was below zero outside, freezing, and Delilah was outside shoveling snow since a blizzard had just blasted through Cincinnati the previous night.  Jon managed to pull his truck up into the part of the driveway that was clear and hopped out to bring AJ inside while she continued shoveling.  It was hard work doing this, especially with bigger breasts and Delilah sincerely hoped when she was done breastfeeding, the puppies went DOWN.

Maybe, sometimes they shriveled and dropped down, sometimes the woman was stuck with big breasts for the rest of her life.  Jon liked those bad boys as they were, he had buried his face in them several times though he had avoided sucking on them or anything.  That was a little weird.  His son seemed to like it, but he had once tasted breastmilk while heating it up for AJ and did not get the appeal, at all.  He got AJ settled inside and cozy before heading out to take over for Delilah.  It was freezing out here and she was red, possibly frostbit.

“I’ll finish, go inside and warm up, darlin’.” He ordered, knowing her driveway needed finished.  He ought to take his truck and just run the snow over, pack it down a bit.  More snow was on the way though, he just LOVED the Midwest...NOT!

“No, I…I got it…” She was breathing a little heavy and frowned when he snatched the shovel from her, pushing her gently but firmly towards the door. “Jon…are you sure?” He nodded, waving her off dismissively and was already starting the job. Damn, I’m out of shape if I can’t even shovel my driveway. Heading inside, AJ was in his swing with a big smile on his face and she smiled back at him, despite freezing her backside off at the moment.  Hot cocoa was in order as she peeled off the layers, tossing them to the side by the door before stepping out of her snow boots. “Hey little man, did you miss Momma?” Delilah brushed her lips against his forehead before heading into the kitchen to start that hot cocoa since the baby was content.

Yeah she was, she had gone soft.  She was still lithe, but there was definitely no weight training in that woman’s life.  Jon idly wondered if she had abandoned cardio too as he got to work on finishing up.  Given she had a baby and most women did not just ‘bounce back’, he wasn’t judging or anything.  Being the perfectionist Delilah was, Jon naturally assumed she would have been on the ball with it.  Then again, AJ had his moments too, it seemed like if he had housework or something to do, the little tike decided he was fussy.  Jon finished and headed inside, making sure to put the snow shovel away, stomping snow off his boots before hanging his coat up.

“Damn, that’s cold!” He grunted, following his nose to the kitchen.  Delilah had her back to him, so…he crept up behind her and snuck his hands beneath her shirt, laughing when she let out a shriek and whirled to deck him.

Delilah didn’t deck him, but she did smack him on the chest, not believing he just did that. “You ass!” Holy cow, his hands were freezing, and she grabbed them since hers were warmed up from being in the kitchen.  His eyes were full of mirth and she shook her head, releasing his hands since the tea kettle had gone off on the stove.  He was still behind her as she reached into the cupboard to pull out two mugs, setting them on the counter. “I made hot cocoa to warm us both up.” She pulled out the packets and ripped two of them open with her teeth, pouring it in the mug and then the steaming hot water from the kettle, placing a spoon in it. “Here you go.” In the back of her mind, Delilah couldn’t help thinking there was another way to warm up with him and immediately dismissed it. “Thank you for doing my driveway.  You didn’t have to do that, you know.”

“You looked like you were struggling.” He pointed out matter-of-factly, not about to shed any of his clothes with her today.  It was too cold and if they were going to have this chat, then try rebuilding their relationship, it couldn’t be based on just sex, which was what they had going so far.  Delilah was a booty call at this point and so was he because she had initiated it a fair few times herself. “Why not just hire someone to come do it?” There were plenty of businesses that specialized in snow removal, she had to have money still, right?  Jon had no idea what she had had socked away once they separated and she refused to take any of his money, even for AJ.

“Why would I do that when I can do it myself?” Delilah wasn’t incompetent and maybe she was struggling to do it, but that was only because she was out of shape.  Having a baby took a lot out of a woman and they were not lying when they said it took time and effort to get back into the swing of things.  Breastfeeding was also taxing on the body too. “I’m just out of shape and the only way I’ll get back into it is by working my body out.”

Besides, she didn’t have a million-dollar contract to rely on every year now that she no longer wrestled.  Granted, she had a job from home that she worked and it was enough to pay bills and stock a little away in savings, but that was about it.  She was somewhat frugal about money these days since becoming a mother and being on her own.

“Because it’s easier and more convenient, I pay someone to come and do mine when I’m gone.”

The last thing Jon wanted to do, after traveling so much, was shovel snow when he got off the road as a general rule.  Jon prioritized his time and, sometimes, he used money to do it.  Thirty minutes shoveling snow, or longer, or a hot shower and cuddle time with his dog or his son.  He’d pay for that extra thirty minutes of downtime.

“I said I’d pay child support.”

In fact, the moment Delilah took him up on that offer, there was already back child support ready to go because he had his lawyer look up the maximum child support payment, based on the kid and their incomes.  Then had that amount put in an account for her to use if ever.  If not, AJ would have a lovely savings account.

“Jon…” They had this discussion already and she didn’t want him thinking she was after his money.  She didn’t want his money, Delilah wanted him and them to try again and be a family.  Was that selfish of her since she walked away?  People made mistakes, lots of them, but she believed they deserved a second chance at this…to do things right. “I know you did, and I appreciate the offer, I really do, but I told you to just put it in a savings account for AJ.  If I absolutely need it for an emergency, I’ll ask for it, okay?  Scouts honor.” Delilah sipped her cocoa with a sigh, feeling it warming her from the inside out.  Then again, being near Jon like this did the trick too.

“No, you won’t.” Rolling his eyes, Jon knew how stubborn she was and when she had decided something, that was pretty much it.  Unless she was liquored up and then all bets were off.  He wasn’t doing that ever again, mostly because he was sober and secondly, she really hadn’t taken well to it the first time. “AJ has his own account separate from that money I set aside for you.” Which is why if she never touched it, AJ would be set when he was of age, adding all that extra money to the already healthy savings account. 

Their kid would be fine and would have money for college, or a house, whatever he decided to do.

Chapter 58

“Change of subject, you said you wanted to talk to me after you brought AJ home.” Delilah wasn’t sure if he remembered saying that to her or not, figuring she might as well rip the band-aid off and get it over with. “Let’s go sit down in the living room and you can tell me what’s on your mind.”

Leading the way from the kitchen to the living room, AJ had fallen asleep in his swing with his pacifier.  She gazed at him for a moment, still not believing something that handsome and wonderful came barreling out of her…after a lot of intense labor and pain.  They sat down together on the couch, and she kept a respectful distance from him, holding her mug close.

“Looks like it’s going to snow again.”

“Yeah, calling for it all day and into the evening.” Jon informed her, suddenly remembering he still had to go run errands for his mother.  It was one of the ways he repaid her for watching Blue for him since she also wouldn’t take cash.  Apparently, he was surrounded by headstrong women, he needed someone meek and mild.  For a week.  Then he’d get bored. “I’ve been thinking about what you said, about trying again,” He paused, wondering how fast she was thinking. “What exactly does that mean to you?  Living together again or maybe starting not over, but…doing things the way we should’ve?” Like dating, staying at each other’s places?  

Jon would not give up another house for this woman.  His place in Vegas was sitting empty on the market because he had seen no point in paying upkeep and taxes on a place he probably wouldn’t be using in years.  Christ, her heart was suddenly going a million miles an hour it felt like and she just stared at him for a moment, not expecting him to think or even entertain the thought of them getting back together.  She thought it was a done deal because he hadn’t mentioned it in two months. 

Had he been mulling it over this whole time?

“We’re married, Jon.  It happened the way it did and there’s no changing it, not unless you do want to go through with the divorce and then date me?” That didn’t sound very appealing, not if they did wind up staying together.  Marriage was inevitable at that point. “Honestly, I want my husband back.  I want to pick up where we left off, but…this isn’t just what I want.  We both have to agree on this.  So, I’ll do whatever you want, Jon.  I’ll move back to Vegas with you, in the home we made together, if that’s what you want.  I know how much you love it there and…I’ve taken enough away from you.”

“And what if I don’t want to pick up where we left off?  We weren’t in a very good place then, Del.” Jon pointed out seriously, knowing he had rushed balls first into marrying her and nothing had gone right since for the most part.  Even without her knowing about what he had done, everything seemed to downward spiral after a brief honeymoon period, starting with her neck and then just escalating after that. “I was trying to sober up and having problems with that and you were trying to have a baby.” Without him.  

Jon had been thinking these past few months, not about to just cave to whims like he had been prepared to when he had gotten out of rehabilitation.  He had been ready to kiss her backside and beg if he had too.  Being a father, having AJ regularly, changed something and made him want a proper family, but not like what they had had.  That last year had pretty much sucked and they hadn’t known each other very well in the end.

“I want my wife back, but I also don’t want to go balls first again, Del.  I also don’t want to just keep fucking you and leaving.” Jon had invested heavily in condoms, however, using them religiously. “Anddddd…I put the house in Vegas up for sale.  You came here and I followed.”

“You did?” Why?  Why would he do that?  It was because of AJ and him wanting to be a great father unlike his was to him. “Then, let’s do things your way.  I don’t want to go headfirst into it either.  We did everything ass backwards and it didn’t end well.  The first thing we need to promise each other is no more lying.  No more deceit and keeping things from each other.  Total honesty, even if we don’t like it sometimes.  I’ll never lie to you again, Jon.  I’m vowing it to you here and now, I’m done with the games and I’m done with the deceit.  I love you and I will spend the rest of my life proving it to you and showing you.  I mean what I say, we go at your pace and far as fucking each other goes…I don’t want that to stop.  I enjoy and love being fucked by my husband.” And now it would mean a lot more because they were giving their marriage one more chance to survive.

“And no more making decisions for us both?”

Such as the baby situation, because honestly, he would snap her neck if Delilah did something like that AGAIN.  Or he’d pay someone to do it so he didn’t have to worry about going to prison.  He couldn’t marry her again and he didn’t drink anymore, so it wasn’t like he was about to ply her with drinks in order to do something underhanded.  Was he still wild?  Yes, and right now, Jon was trying to keep that in the ring only, at least until his boy was old enough to get into fun with Daddy.  At her nod, he smiled genuinely, something he hadn’t really given her since before she had left him.

“You planning on going back on birth control…and not because I plan on stopping with condoms, because I don’t.” They were not ready for another baby anytime soon, not if they were going to try working their marriage out.

“Well…” Delilah slowly shook her head, hoping Jon wouldn’t be upset with her decision. “Not until AJ is done breastfeeding.  Contraceptives can reduce my milk supply because of the estrogen in them, and I refuse to do that.  Right now, I’m producing more than enough for him, but as he gets bigger and older, he’s going to eat more.  I won’t put that at risk.  I plan on breastfeeding him as long as I can since it’s the best thing for him.” If Jon couldn’t understand that…that was his problem and he’d have to deal with it.  She was doing this for their son, not out of spite or because of the past.  Delilah also wouldn’t jump to conclusions either and placed her hand on his, her eyes speaking the truth. “I hope you’re okay with that.”

Condoms would have to be a go-to for birth control from now on until AJ was done with breastfeeding entirely.  Technically, her body should produce as much as he wanted since it was a bit like supply and demand.  Women’s bodies were insane and Jon had done some reading.  Emphasis on some.  He hadn’t given much care or effort during her pregnancy about her body changing since he had been pretty drunk during that time.  It was after his son was born while he was in rehabilitation.  No electronics or social media, he had asked for books.  Jon definitely had a lot of respect for a woman’s body these days.

“I understand and don’t blame you, darlin’.  I don’t mind keeping it wrapped.” He had been planning on it even with birth control. “Thank you for explaining.” Now he knew and grinned at her, taking a sip from his mug.

“Thank you for understanding where I’m coming from.” Communication really did make a big difference in a relationship of any kind.  It was nice to actually sit down and have a normal conversation with Jon, instead of feeling like she was walking around on eggshells. “So does this mean we’re back together?” Delilah took the mug from him after another sip, setting it on the coffee table alongside hers and sat up on her knees with her hands on his broad shoulders. “Because if that’s the case,” Swinging her leg over, she sat straddled on his lap and slid her fingers up into his hair, brushing the tip of his nose with her lips. “Your wife demands your attention while our little man sleeps.  I missed you so much, Jon.” In more ways than one, it wasn’t just about sex to her.  It was the whole package she missed as she removed her top, not bothering with a bra due to breastfeeding and passionately kissed him, not holding anything back.

He returned the kiss, but he also hadn’t been planning on staying, groaning in her mouth and finally broke it. “I have to go to Mom’s, Del.” The disappointment in her eyes was evident and Jon felt like such a bastard. “Why don’t you and AJ come to my place tonight?” Since moving here and co-parenting with her, he had not offered that once because he had saw no reason to.  She had no idea that his entire place was basically a giant baby house…both for AJ and his now not so jealous dog. “I’ll cook, you can see Babies R Us throughout the place…” Sleep in a proper California king…with him too. “I can pick you both up if you want, or I can just come back when I’m done, but she needs out of her driveway before anymore shit comes down.” The idea of Delilah holed up with him overnight during a blizzard, along with their son, had him warm and fuzzy almost.

She giggled softly upon hearing that, not moving from his lap and nodded her head, brushing her lips to his. “Babies R Us, eh?  You do realize if we come to your place, there’s a good chance we’re not coming back here tonight.” He nodded and that made her smile wider, wanting the same thing he did.  The warm and fuzzies were full-blown with her because Delilah was reading his mind as far as being locked up together during a blizzard with their precious baby boy.  Just them as a family. “Pick us up in your big truck.  I get nervous driving in blizzards and I trust you with us.” Jon lifted her shirt and helped her put it back on before they started kissing again, this time she was the one that pulled away. “Go on, the Momma needs you and you got me all excited to see your place now.”

Jon had assumed when he extended the invitation they wouldn’t be coming back.  They were getting another blizzard tonight, which was perfect.  The house was cozy, everything up to date, and he even had an electric fireplace now.  He hadn’t been lying about the baby thing, anything his son would NEED over the next year, Jon had.  Then there were the options, he had those too because…a man, doing this solo, either went bare minimum or all out.  He went all out.  Also, his mother and her baby shopping habit and baby boxes. “Yeah, well, don’t be expecting Vegas, darlin’.” It wasn’t as open or spacious, or…well, anything like Vegas.  He had preferred it that way, not wanting the reminders of what he had lost. “I’ll call when I’m on my way.”

“New beginning.  Whatever your house looks like, I’ll love it.  You have great taste.” Delilah walked him to the door, stopping him from walking out the door before pulling him down for one last kiss. “We’ll be waiting, Daddy.” He smirked at her on his way out the door and she closed it behind her, her heart still thundering in her chest. 

Britt.  She had to call Britt immediately and looked over at AJ still sleeping, nodding.  Good, she had time to make a call and sat down on the couch to make the phone call. “You won’t fucking believe what just happened, girl.  I couldn’t wait, I had to call and tell you now.” Then, she launched into everything and ended it with her and Jon being back together.

Delilah was right.  Britt did have a hard time believing what she was hearing.  She had literally just said something about the divorce, about continuing it if Jon didn’t reach a decision or anything, and here they were. “Think he knew something was up?  Like, is there any way he would know about what you were going to do?” Honestly, there was only so long Delilah could keep hanging onto that man, and then…said man finally had reached a decision or whatever.  Moxley NOT being impulsive was crazy as hell, given his wrestling career and everything else.  Maybe that’s why his return had been so explosive because he was keeping his crazy in the ring only. “So, you’re going to his house tonight?”

“I have no idea.  I don’t think so, but who knows with him.  And yeah, we’re going to his house and he’s gonna cook for me.  I’ve never been there, but he called it Babies R Us.” She chuckled at that, wondering just what Jon had done to transform his house from a bachelor pad to baby land. “Anyway, I didn’t want you finding out about this on TMZ or some shit.  I wanted you to hear it from me before anyone else.” No doubt the stalkerazzi would be snapping photos of them left and right as soon as they figured out Jon and Delilah were back together again.  Sometimes, being famous really sucked because she didn’t want anyone knowing about their private lives. “Do you think I should tell him about what I was planning on doing prior to him making a decision or just let sleeping dogs lie?”

Britt thought about it for all of thirty seconds, remembering when she’d almost wrecked her own marriage by thinking of cheating. “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.  You didn’t do anything wrong.  Thinking about doing something is not the same thing as cheating and you two weren’t together either.  I’d say let sleeping dogs lie and keep it to yourself, girl.”

Delilah agreed, deciding to take her best friend’s advice and they talked for a few minutes before hanging up with each other.  Britt wished her well and hoped for the best for her and Jon, knowing how much they truly did love each other.  With all the messing around they’d done since AJ was born, she didn’t have a doubt in her mind they would reconcile and stay married, but then again, maybe not. 

Only time would truly tell between them.

Chapter 59

It was blustery outside by the time Jon came swinging his truck into the driveway, which was already coated with snow again.  Delilah wasn’t worried about it, she’d deal with it after the blizzard came and went.  Jon jumped out of the truck and immediately grabbed AJ in his car seat, which was covered completely and rushed to the truck to get the baby inside.  Delilah locked up the house, making sure the lights were off, and grabbed her purse and loaded diaper bag on the way out the door before making her way to the truck.

“Holy fuck!” She shouted over the blustery winds and snow, managing to open the door to pull herself up and in, slamming the door shut. “Holy shit!  It’s gotten so bad out here!” Jon cranked up the heat as soon as he joined her, having had a little bit of trouble with the seatbelt and Delilah didn’t dare take her gloves off, holding them up to the vent. “Doesn’t help it’s negative 15 out right now either.”

“Roads aren’t that bad, but with the wind factor, we’re having drifts.” Getting here hadn’t been so bad, plow trucks and salting crews had been out all day.  Jon knew Cincinnati like the back of his hand, much like she did, and they both knew how to drive in this, if necessary.  It wasn’t necessary, but…they were going anyway. “Sorry for taking so long.” He was so glad his truck was warm and unthawed, finally getting them on the road. “Ma refused to drive once I got her dug out, but she was out of some shit, so I ran her down to the store.” He had also picked up a few things for his house, just in case.

“Don’t worry about it, I know you need to help your Mom out.  Shows what a good man and son you are.” There was no way her mother-in-law could be out in this tumultuous weather they were having.  Jon wouldn’t allow it whenever he was off the road, and he had been helping her ever since he moved back to Cincinnati. “I wouldn’t want her out on this shit either.” Delilah knew Mary Good very well since her and Jon grew up together, so she couldn’t imagine what the woman thought of her these days.  They’d have to cross that bridge when they came to it because she was in this forever with Jon. “Honestly, I thought you’d take longer because of the weather.  So, what’s for dinner tonight, handsome?” He said he’d cook and she was curious what he had in mind.

Mary had beaten the hell out of her adult son when she had learned what he had done to get Delilah to marry him.  Liquoring her up and taking advantage and then not having the decency to even tell her until the marriage license came in the mail.  That was just wrong!  She also thought Delilah was one of those women who purposefully got knocked up, so she could take baby daddy for everything.  That was until Jon told her that Delilah refused to take any kind of money from him.  It was a giant mess and she had said all of that before her grandson was born.  Now, she didn’t say anything because she didn’t need Jon or Delilah getting a hair up their backsides and taking away her visiting privileges.

“Stuffed shells and garlic bread.” That was what had sounded good and she needed the carbohydrates for energy later.

“Italian stuffed shells?” Delilah beamed when he nodded, looking very forward to this.  He knew that was one of her favorite dishes too. “Sounds delicious.” Glancing back at their baby boy, AJ was just staring out the window at the snow since his car seat was high up enough to be able to do it. “Isn’t it pretty, little man?”

Delilah always did love the snow, the way it glistened on the ground and couldn’t wait to be able to take AJ out in it when he was a little older.  After her phone call with Britt, Delilah immediately took the divorce papers and shredded them, deciding there was no point in telling Jon about what she’d been planning.  He made his decision, it took a longer than she thought, but in the end, they were back together and that was all that mattered.

“I love you.”

Because he wasn’t rushing anything, it wasn’t just about what he wanted or even want she wanted.  It was about what was best for AJ.  Jon didn’t think parents had to be together to co-parent properly; they had been proof of that for a few months now.  In fact, he could name some people who would have been better off divorced instead of trying to stick it out for their kids.  Their kids would have been a lot happier too, he imagined.  He figured if they didn’t make it work this time, he was done and they’d divorce and go back to how things were, minus the sex because sex made things confusing and stupid.

“I love you too.” He responded quietly, his eyes on the road. “Not going to lie, I miss Vegas right now.”

“I do too, even though I do love the snow.” Delilah felt a twinge of guilt in her heart at his words and really hoped he could forgive her for walking out on him, forcing him to relocate here because of their son. “I’m sorry you had to give up Vegas and come back here.” Cincinnati wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows, even with his mother here.  This was where they grew up together, followed their dream of professional wrestling…where it all began.  Sometimes, it took going back to where it all began to make things work out. “Maybe down the road, we can look into getting another house in Vegas and move back there.  I wouldn’t mind doing that and I know how much you love it there.”

“I didn’t have to give up anything.  It was a decision I made because my son was more important than a house, than a city.” Jon chuckled, knowing now he would have followed her anywhere just because of AJ.  At the time, he hadn’t been very happy, realizing Delilah had blocked him in a corner on his rights because she had ran away to Ohio.  The courts weren’t as nice as Nevada concerning divorces, but…now they were here. “One day at a time, darlin’,” Jon took her hand briefly to drop a kiss on the top of her gloved hand before returning his own back to the wheel. “Damn, it wasn’t this bad when I came through, thank fuck we’re almost there.”

He wasn’t wrong and she looked up at the two story house as he pulled into the driveway, a soft smile crossing her face.  It was a lot nicer than the small house she lived in and bigger.  They got out of the truck and Jon grabbed AJ while she had the diaper bag, leading her to the front door quickly and carefully.  Once inside, Jon got AJ settled after unbundling him and set him in a swing that was much better quality and had a lot more functions than the one she had.  Delilah slowly removed her coat and winter gear while looking around, her eyes wide at everything Jon had done to his house for AJ.  It truly was Babies R Us!

“Holy shit, handsome…”

Jon had done his research on what was best of each item he bought and then spared no expense, living fairly frugally for the most part meant he had a very nice nest-egg.  He even had money invested, getting nice returns every year for his eventual retirement.  Wrestling in any company meant no sweet company sponsored 401K.  Even that diaper bag she had brought had been basically for the truck because he never used anything she sent, always sending it all right back, outside of the breastmilk.  He had absolutely everything AJ would need here.

“Yeah.” He surveyed it, some things were still in boxes, not ready to be used yet and those were in a spare bedroom.  She might really shit a brick then. “Oh…here comes Blue.” He had heard the thud from his bedroom.

The dog jumped right on Jon, getting attention from his Daddy and then turned those blue eyes onto the woman standing in front of him.  He promptly lowered his head and turned, heading into the living room to go greet the baby.  Wow, Delilah never thought she’d be given the cold shoulder by a dog, but there it was.  Blue was pissed at her and it showed in those blue eyes.  She would have to get back in his good graces slowly and Jon was even staring back at his dog with an arched brow.

“Why don’t you give me the tour while AJ is in his swing?” It wouldn’t take too long and AJ couldn’t get out of it right now.

Jon had had him since he was a puppy, so they were pack and came as a team, a unit.  When Delilah had left the ‘pack’, Jon had spiraled and Blue was greatly attuned to his owner, even with their time apart.  AJ was now part of the pack and Blue wasn’t sure what to think about the female being back.

“Yeah, Blue, sit.” Jon watched as Blue promptly dropped before that swing and grinned. “He’ll bark if AJ wakes up.” He had never seen a dog take to a human baby like that, but…here they were. “Come on,” he waved a hand and began guiding her throughout the house. “I had everything that needed fixed done while I was in rehab and then fresh paint, all that jazz.”

Eventually, the dog would warm back up to her when he noticed she was sticking around again.  It was her fault for leaving the pack, so to speak. “It’s a beautiful home, Jon.”

There were aspects she noticed that came from the Vegas house.  It was not a surprise Jon had a small patio in the back with a hot tub.  The man could not go without a hot tub and she knew eventually, he’d probably add a pool to this place.  They headed back inside, peeked in on AJ, who had fallen asleep again in the swing and both parents smiled, shaking their heads before Jon lead the way upstairs.  Both his room and AJ’s nursery were across from each other, the same as her setup at her house.

“Oh wow…” The nursery blew her away and she looked in the closet, seeing so many outfits with tags on them, never used. “You do realize half of that closet he’s already grown out of, right?”

“I know,” Jon shrugged, not overly bothered by it and pulled some out, showing them off to her. “You know, I didn’t buy all this though.  Ma bought a LOT, and then there’s a lot of stuff from the guys…including this from Chris.” He pulled out a baby-sized leather jacket. “I have one of these in each size for AJ up to 3T.” He showed off the back: The Jericho Appreciation Society, grinning. “Then there’s stuff from Eddie, Josh…some of the girls…” He shook his head and hung the jacket back up. “Eventually, I’ll go through it and donate it or something.  I don’t know.  Ma said something about making a baby quilt out of the clothes, something she saw online.” Watching as she surveyed the crib in his room, both of them, Jon was amused at the look on her face. “He sleeps in here for now.” Jon did not feel obligated to explain that he had paranoia and this was for his own peace of mind, walking over to the crib that was obviously AJ’s and then the lower one. “And this is Blue’s, he got a little jealous at first, so…he got a bed of his own and his own damn car seat…”

That did not surprise her either and she giggled softly at the doggy bed, not surprised at all that Jon had AJ sleep in the same room as him.  What did that mean for them now that they were back together though?  Granted, they had sex in the same room as AJ while the baby boy slept, so that didn’t bother her all that much.  It probably wouldn’t matter to Jon either, but once the baby boy got older, he’d have to start sleeping in his own room in the other crib for sure.  Her eyes moved to the huge king-sized bed and slid her fingers along it, the comforter, and loved how open it was with just a headboard, no four posts like hers was.

“You never cease to amaze me, Moxley.  There’s not one thing about this house I don’t love.” Reaching up, she caressed his bearded face with the back of her hand and Jon pulled her close, both meeting the other’s lips at the same time.

One of Jon’s friends from the Indies had a baby and she had died from SIDs in her sleep, only to be found that way in the morning.  Jon was in the habit, when he had his son, of getting up every few hours if AJ didn’t wake him naturally from hunger, just to do a breath check.  Also, it was convenient as hell.  He figured when AJ was closer to nine months to a year, he’d reassess his personal comfort level with the sleeping arrangement.

“Even with all the baby shops I got going on in this place?” He chuckled against her lips when the kiss broke. 

AJ even had his own bathroom, which was basically where Jon did baths and held all the lotions and everything else.  THAT had been his mother and female friends doing, not his.  He had gone with Johnson & Johnson and called it a day.  Now there was oatmeal and shea butter, lavenders and chamomiles for sleep…it was crazy.

“Mmm, it turns me on at what a doting, devoted father you are.”

It made Delilah want to have another baby with him too.  That would happen in time, providing Jon wanted to.  Never again would she force this man to do something he wasn’t ready for or didn’t want to do.  She loved him far too much to ever hurt him like that a second time.

“Makes me realize just how lucky I am that you’re the father of AJ and not some asshole that doesn’t care about his kid.” Just like her father had been to her and Sami after he divorced their mother. “You really are an incredible man.  You went to rehab to clean yourself up and transformed your house into baby land for our son.  Makes me fall even more in love with you and I didn’t think that was possible.” Her left ring finger tattoo was the only thing that showed others she was taken and married since she had thrown her black diamond ring at Jon when she left him.

 “You say that now…wait until I do something to piss you off.” Jon would because it was his nature, but he nipped the end of her nose with an amused grin.  He rolled his eyes when Blue barked, giving them the alert AJ was rousing. “Well, you can go feed him and I’ll go feed you.” He laughed, knowing damn well AJ was a little cockblock. “He usually sleeps pretty good here…” That was a good thing since Jon had every intention of ravishing her later, potentially in a guest room where they didn’t have to be so quiet.  Pulling her into his arms, kissing her again, this time it was full of promises for later, providing their son cooperated before breaking away. “Go on woman.” He needed a second to adjust.

“Where do you want me to put my bag?”

He growled at her and it sent a shiver down her spine as she went to go retrieve it, giving him that second to adjust his pants.  Delilah felt his arousal and planned on spending the majority of the night making love to him, unless AJ needed her.  The baby would always come first.  Once she deposited her bag into the room, Jon had already went back downstairs to start prepping for dinner and Delilah had checked on AJ to make sure he was fine.  Pulling out a pair of pajama pants and a nightshirt that had buttons on it, she changed into them quickly before heading back downstairs, smiling at Blue staring at AJ.

“Good boy, Blue.” She murmured, reaching out to pet his head and he looked back at her before walking to the other side of the swing, laying down. “Come here, little man, time to change your butt.”

Delilah would have to get used to baby not necessarily needing ‘her’, but someone.  Jon had bottles that AJ used without issue, some kind of bottle and nipples meant to be similar to regular breast nipples.  She could even get more sleep now, when they did this, because he was also used to getting up and had no problem in taking a ‘shift’.  When he was home, Jon was a full time parent, even if she was around.  That was the stance he had decided on in rehab and, so far, lived by it.  Jon came downstairs and walked over, seeing she had given AJ a fresh change and was now preparing to nurse, and dropped a kiss on both their heads.

“Rocking recliner in the corner,” AJ liked to be rocked, apparently, something she did with him. “I’ll get supper on.”

Chapter 60

“Sounds good.”

Delilah moved to the rocking chair in the corner, which was a huge recliner and unbuttoned her shirt to let AJ latch on.  It could’ve been like this without all the drama if she would’ve simply waited until Jon was ready.  Them in a beautiful house like this completely baby-proofed from top to bottom…Jon in the kitchen cooking them dinner while she took care of their little man.  They could’ve been in Vegas instead of in Cincinnati too.  She had sabotaged her marriage, even though Jon wasn’t exactly innocent in it either.  They had both made mistakes, but one thing she didn’t regret was marrying Jon.  Even with how it happened, there were no regrets because she truly did love him or she wouldn’t fight so hard to keep her marriage alive. 

Lifting AJ on her shoulder, she started burping him and smiled when he let out a loud belch, making even Jon whistle from the kitchen. “So much like your Daddy…”

“Hey, I say excuse me!” Jon laughed, glad he had precooked some of this earlier.  It was a lot easier on him.  

Also twisted, but if she hadn’t done what she did and sent him into a rage, she would have never known about their marriage and his lies.  He would have left her though, he had already been ready to do it.  Delilah had just beaten him to it because she hadn’t been able to deal with his lies at the time.  It had worked out because Jon hadn’t been able to process how needy and insane she had been, conceiving a baby because she had issues.  It had all worked out because AJ had forced them both to grow up and learn to put someone besides themselves first because they both had had issues with being incredibly selfish.  Rehabilitation had also helped him, along with therapy…which was not being addressed on AEW, just the rehabilitation; they didn’t need to know EVERYTHING about what was going on with him.

“I also have your favorite dessert in the fridge…unless you don’t have a sweet tooth anymore?”

“Cheesecake, eh?  My sweet tooth will never go away, I don’t think.” She grinned at his thoughtfulness and felt AJ let out another belch, standing from the chair while holding him against her to glance into the kitchen. 

Jon playfully shooed her out, ordering her to sit down and relax.  He had this.  She rolled her eyes at him with a smirk and started walking around the living room, moving AJ to simply lay in her arms while she looked at the pictures on the walls.  Something told her his mother had come over to decorate the house because it had a very homey feel to it.  Finally, she sat down and turned the television on while beginning to rock in the recliner again with AJ.

No… it was him.  All Jon had done was anything that needed maintenance or restoration, on top of cleaning.  He had kept the furniture simple: comfortable for his size and easy to clean and then he had been bored.  Jon realized he had spent a LOT of time drinking and partying.  Since he didn’t do that anymore, he had time on his hands…and a son who would presumedly be growing up partially in this house, so he had wanted his son to grow up seeing faces that would likely be familiar.  If she really studied those pictures, Delilah might even find a few of herself and Uncle Sami up on the wall, along with other wrestlers who had gifted AJ a lot of stuff he probably wouldn’t use.

Her phone went off, or rather buzzed, and AJ had fallen asleep in her arms, so she walked over to lay him gently into the pack-n-play Jon had set up.  Delilah brushed her finger down his little cheek before going to grab her phone from her purse, which was on the couch.  It was Sami texting her, asking if she was all right because of the blizzard happening in Cincinnati. Hey, we’re safe, don’t worry, but we’re not home.

Where the hell are you in this blizzard then?!

Delilah had no idea how to tell Sami she was back together with Jon, knowing the man was likely to lose his mind. Funny you should ask…I’m at Jon’s right now with AJ.

Did you lose power or something? You could’ve called me, I would’ve come and got you guys.

No, the power is fine as far as I know.  When we left, it was still on. Delilah sat back down in the chair, drawing her knees up after refastening her shirt. Jon and I decided to work on our marriage, so we’re back together.  He’s making me dinner tonight and invited me and AJ over.

Sami wasn’t saying one word because he and Delilah were at a good point in their relationship, finally getting back to where they used to be slowly.  Honestly, he liked her NOT being involved in his personal life, giving him grief with that stick up her backside.  He LIKED not being involved in HER personal life either with the moronic stick up his own backside.  Also, he did not want to lose contact with his nephew, who he adored and was the godfather of.

The hell, and I wasn’t invited? Since when does Mox cook?

Last he knew, Jon’s idea of cooking was burning it on a grill or popping something in the microwave.  Sami had heard through the grapevine that Mox had been domesticating himself during his downtime; it was…weird, just weird.  Mox and Delilah being parents was weird.  At least they made adorable kids, that was at least something they all could agree on without a doubt.

Well, I didn’t think you two were talking or I would’ve invited you.  Then again, it’s a blizzard outside and you’d probably be stuck here with us.

Sami had no idea her and Jon had been screwing around with each other since AJ was born on and off, after she was healed.  They banged every chance they could and it was what kept the fire between them burning.  Maybe that was one of the reasons Jon decided to give them another chance because the sex was so spectacular between them.  Whether it be quickies or long drawn out sessions, the sex was never dull or boring that was for sure.

If you want, maybe we can plan a dinner date with you and Jess once it gets a little warmer outside and these blizzards fuck off.

No, they weren’t talking to each other, not really.  Sami and Jon had run into each other once or twice since the separation before AJ was born and it had been tense as hell.  Cordial but tense, they both worked in the same business and Jon worked for multiple promotions, or had, so they were bound to cross paths.  Jon had, before rehabilitation, seemed erratic and a bit unstable, even by his own messed up standards because most people would not call Moxley ‘stable’ as a general rule.  After getting out of rehabilitation and presumedly starting to see his son, at a final thing for a company that was not AEW, they had run into each other again.  Sami had been cautious and wary; Jon hadn’t made any wisecracks or spouted nonsense and Sami hadn’t known what to make of it.

Yeah, run it by Mox first and see what he says, lemme know, sis. Stay warm.

Delilah grinned at the response to her suggestion, thinking Sami would blow it off or not want to do it.  The fact he was willing to have a dinner date with Jon spoke volumes and she hopped up from the couch to go into the kitchen. “So, I just had an interesting text conversation with Sami and…I told him about us being back together.  He didn’t say anything about it, but when I suggested we have a dinner date with him and Jess, he told me to run it by you and see what you thought about it.” Her golden brown eyes were sparkling up at him while he continued cooking, stirring the mixture for the shells in the huge bowl. “It smells so good in here too.”

His mixture was nice and simple, meat and ricotta, his chosen sauce – Jon had cheated and bought Ragu, his favorite type of spaghetti sauce – and a lot of different shredded cheeses with herbs. “Good, hope it tastes good too.” Jon chuckled, moving to start the stuffing process.  Then it would be in the oven for about thirty minutes and his stomach kept informing him it was time to eat.  Sami…he and Sami would have to eventually bury the hatchet because he wouldn’t deny his son a loving Uncle nor was he willing to go toe to toe with someone and risk losing Delilah again. “Sounds good, about dinner together.”

She wrapped her arms around him from behind, kissing his shoulder blade where his barbed wire scar was and nuzzled him lovingly, stroking his stomach with her fingers.  Jon had removed his shirt and there was nothing sexier to her than this man cooking shirtless. “I want you to know that, even if Sami didn’t approve of us getting back together, I would put us first, Jon.  I love my brother, but we deserve to be happy, with or without his approval.  I kept you at arm’s length for so long because I was afraid of losing him.  But when I did lose him after he found out we got married, it wasn’t as heartbreaking as I thought.  We’ve reconciled, but we’re still rebuilding our relationship and I’ll never let anyone or anything come between us again.” In other words, Delilah loved her husband far more than her brother.

“We’ve been down that road before, darlin’, no need to rehash it.” Jon already knew where she stood and nodded to show he understood.  He and Sami hadn’t picked at each other or acted like dicks the few times they had met since then; he was past the point of provoking someone just for kicks.  Well, past the point of provoking MOST people, since there were a few at work he wouldn’t mind taking to crazy town, or heckling. “I know where you stand, and I’m fine with dinner.  We may never be best friends again, but we can be cordial since we have some people we love in common.” Being engaged, being with a woman and not just one night stands, had changed something in Sami. 

“I’ll let him know then.  I told him once the blizzards were over, then we could set it up on your next days off the road.” She hadn’t said exactly that, but Sami was in the same business, so he knew how things went. 

Delilah rained soft kisses all over his back, not remembering the last time she just held her husband and loved on him.  Sex was one thing, but cuddling and holding each other, doing things like this meant so much more.  There were times in Vegas when she’d be cooking dinner and Jon came up behind her, holding her close while she chopped vegetables or was doing something at the counter, just pressing soft kisses along her shoulders and neck.  Nothing sensual or enticing, just nice soft kisses while they talked about whatever was on their mind at the time.

“I’ll never forget when you came into the kitchen while I was making spaghetti in Vegas and started dancing out of nowhere with me.  I tried to pull away and you wouldn’t let me.” It was a moment they shared before they got married.

“It was a good time.” Jon remembered that fondly while his hands were busy with the shells and mixture, smiling at the memory.  

He remembered most everything between them since they had reconnected after ten years.  She had basically plagued his thoughts since that reunion and he had gone to some pretty sordid lengths to get her to drop her guard and let him in, mostly via alcohol, lots of it.  Jon was noticing a pattern of behavior stemming from his drinking, though back then, he hadn’t been all that bad.  That had started racketing up when they started having issues at home and he drowned his sorrows in his bottles via partying instead of trying to reach out to her more.

“Hopefully, we’ll have more like it,” He turned and wiggled his fingers at her. “You’re distracting me, babe, come here…” Jon began laughing when she backed off. “Preheat the oven, Del, these bad boys are about ready and I knew I forgot to do that…”

“On it.”

Delilah was starving as much as him, so she was eager to try these stuffed shells out.  She’d made them before, but this was the first time Jon had made his own.  She set the oven at 350 to preheat for him, taking a second to try to figure out how to do it since it wasn’t her stove.  His was brand new, top of the line, and had six burners instead of the traditional four.

“We have ten minutes, come here.”

She hopped up on the counter next to the oven and pulled Jon between her legs, bringing his mouth down to hers and wrapped her legs around his waist.  There was nothing wrong with making out until that oven was preheated, then they’d have 30 minutes to get each other nice and riled up, providing AJ didn’t wake up.  Everything felt different more intense with him and Jon pulled away from her long enough to preheat the air-fryer for the garlic bread before going right back to making out.

It was a raging blizzard outside, the temperatures well below zero, but in this kitchen, it was getting downright steamy.  If not for the fact that he had the house winterized because he knew Ohio winters were no joke, the windows would have been fogged over with steam from their make-out session.  His hands moved beneath her top and didn’t try removing it.  This was a type of foreplay, a buildup to hopefully some passionate sex later on, once AJ was down for the night.  Jon knew their son would be up for a good while and that was fine; they really hadn’t ever played or cared for him TOGETHER, so it would be a good change.  Honestly, he liked seeing Delilah in Mom mode.

“Mmm,” Jon nipped her swollen, bottom lip teasingly. “It’s almost like having dessert first.”

“I love you, Jon Good.  I can’t say it enough.” It would never get tiring for her to say those words to him because she had wasted so much time NOT saying them. 

Keeping him at arm’s length because of her brother, because of her fear of the unknown.  Her neck injury and her wrestling career coming to an abrupt end, having a baby he wasn’t ready for.  The trickery, the scheming, all the obstacles they had to endure to get to this moment.  It was all worth it because they had found their way back to each other somehow, someway, and Delilah vowed to right then and there to never lose her husband again, no matter what.  Unless Jon did something unsavory or unforgiveable, she was here to stay for life.

Dinner finished, they ate, and then AJ woke up from his nap, just wanting attention from his parents.  They made him do some tummy time, both laying on the floor with him in front of the fireplace, mesmerized by how strong their little man was.  After some quality bonding time with their son together, Jon ordered Delilah to go take a nice hot bath or shower while he fed and put their son down.  She didn’t argue, simply kissing him softly and headed upstairs, deciding just a shower would do.  By the time he was finished with AJ, she was already in bed waiting for him, simply laying there with a sheet draped over her fully naked body. 

Jon was hesitant to do it, but he left the door cracked open and made sure nothing was in the crib that AJ could grab hold of to suffocate himself with, also making sure to keep his small mittens on his hands.  It would prevent him from scratching himself too.  Tonight was about them and their reconciliation…and he did not want to wake their son up from pounding the stuffing out of Mommy.  First, he planned on making love to his wife, stripping away the jeans he had on in front of her and stepping out of them.  She gazed into his electric, smoldering blues and felt the sheet pull away from her body before he knelt on the bed, his knee between her thighs, and Delilah could not hold back.  Her mouth met his, not bothering to ask about AJ because she trusted Jon with him and he guided her down on the bed, hovering over her.  Even though they had sex so many times since AJ was born, this already felt different than all those other ground and pound times. 

A soft, breathy moan escaped her as soon as Jon pushed past her slick folds and Delilah gripped his upper arms, thoroughly enjoying his pure flesh inside of her. “Jon…a condom…” He shook his head, capturing her mouth with his and began moving, nice and slow, fluid thrusts in and out of her body, groans falling from his own mouth.

“I’ll pull out, don’t worry.” He mumbled against her lips before burying his face in her neck, devouring it while continuing to thrust in and out of her receptive, trembling body. “Fuck, I had to feel you, darlin’, all of you…” It was a risk, a gamble, but Jon was always a betting man and he had done some research regarding breastfeeding and everything her body was currently going through.  He would gamble the low percentage of her getting pregnant again since breastfeeding was a natural birth control of sorts. 

Maybe it was stupid, maybe not.

Chapter 61

Stupid, incredibly stupid!

AJ had just turned six months old and Jon was still on the road when Delilah started feeling funky, the same symptoms she felt prior to finding out she was pregnant.  Now granted, she was planning for the first pregnancy to happen, so she was excited about the symptoms when they happened.  However, THIS time around she was absolutely terrified.  Delilah and Jon were going strong for the past three months and had only had sex a handful of times due to his hectic schedule on the road and leaving them at home.  They were still in their separate homes too.  Jon wanted to wait a bare minimum of six months being back together before talking about the possibly of moving her and AJ into his house.  Delilah was fine with that, understanding the trust between them wasn’t absolute yet, but it was getting there.

“Shit…” A positive pregnancy test was in her shaking hand as she stared into the bathroom mirror, swallowing hard. 

This wasn’t planned at all and they’d been careful! 

Jon had pulled out every time and came everywhere else on her body except inside, but they both knew there was a risk with pre-cum.  It was a small, low risk, coupled with her breastfeeding…how the hell did this happen?!  What would Jon say?  What would he do?  They’d only been back together, on the same page, for 3 months!  Their divorce deadline was coming up in a week and now she was pregnant with their second child.  What if Jon thought she sabotaged him again?  Every time they had sex, she made sure to ask him if he wanted to use a condom and his answer was the same every time. 

He’d pull out.  Her breastfeeding was protection enough. 

NO IT WASN’T BECAUSE SHE WAS PREGNANT AGAIN!!

“Okay, okay I just…I need to breathe and think.  How am I going to tell him?  I don’t want to be cute about it because this isn’t cute…we already have a six month old baby and now we’re about to…” Nausea hit her at that moment and Delilah spewed right into the sink, not able to make it to the toilet.

One thing was for sure, there was NO WAY in HELL she was telling him about this while he was still on the road.

Jon was aware he was a moron.  He had been so adamant about protection, he had used it religiously before they agreed to work things out.  Then, he had decided to say fuck it and be a moron.  It was definitely a good thing she wasn’t telling him while he was working; he would botch something in the ring or do something ridiculous, maybe even lapse back into drinking.  AJ was more than enough and, even if he was a moron who wasn’t wrapping up like he should’ve, he didn’t WANT any more kids anytime soon.

Nobody would EVER accuse Jon of being a smart, rational man.  Good Daddy, yes, yes he was.  Smart man when it came to that woman?  Hell no!  Tonight, he was bushed, yawning after his shower as he walked his naked backside to his bed.  Snagging up his cell phone, Jon dropped down onto the bed, scrolling aimlessly through whatever was on his home screen feed before navigating to text messages.

How’s my son? He cutting teeth yet?

No not yet. Christ, her heart leapt into her throat as soon as Jon texted her. 

All day, Delilah had been crying whenever AJ was down for a nap or doing tummy time or rocking in his swing.  The baby boy was strong as an ox, just like his father, and growing like a weed.  It was a miracle he wasn’t cutting teeth yet, but it was only a matter of time.  She’d already decided she’d be weaning AJ off her breast as soon as the teeth began coming in because now he was eating cereal rice in his bottle along with breastmilk.  Sure, he still drank from the breast, but not nearly as often as he did a month ago because of the rice being added to his diet.  He was ready for it and soon it would be baby food, which she was already stocking up on.

Taking to the rice cereal really well with the breastmilk, so in another month or so he’ll start baby food. “What are we going to do?” There Delilah went again with the water works while texting her husband, who she was scared to death of losing because of this unplanned pregnancy.

Given how drooly AJ had been lately, Jon was just waiting for the fun to start with the teeth. Awesome, let me know when he’s ready for chili cheese fries and hot dogs. That was mostly a joke and he smiled when he got a picture of his boy.  Jon never, ever thought he would love something more than wrestling or Delilah, but he did.  If his son ever asked him to stay home, Jon already knew he would without even thinking twice about it, he would give up anything for AJ. I’ll be home soon, thinking an extended stay this time. He had some nagging pains he wanted to take time for, make sure he hadn’t murdered a joint or something, and spend time with his family.

“No, you’re probably gonna want to hang yourself or run for the hills.” She muttered, wiping more tears away and placed a hand on her stomach, pressing down on it. 

It wasn’t hard like it had been with AJ, but it also felt weird too.  It was almost like Delilah could FEEL she was pregnant and not just from the symptoms either.  A woman knew she was pregnant.  A woman knew when a baby was inside of her growing.  It was intuition and her body hadn’t fully recovered from having AJ, so Delilah knew this one would definitely destroy her.  Unless she decided not to have it.  Would Jon mind an abortion?  Could they handle two kids, a year and some months apart?

Okay, is everything all right? Jon sent a message back to her about the small injuries he was dealing with and she was happy he wanted to take care of himself by taking some time off. Not surprising considering how hard you’ve been hitting the ropes lately with all the different promotions. “Damn it…I know as soon as I hear the heartbeat, it’s over and I’m going to have this baby.  I’m so fucked.  So, so fucked…”

Jon had learned his lesson after seeing her wrestling on that injured neck, she could have paralyzed herself for life or even died.  Having something happen that close to home, to the love of his life – nope, he wasn’t doing it.  He also had a kid to think about now; Jon did not want to come home and be so tired and sore that he couldn’t play with AJ, so broken that just picking him up or something hurt.  In a way, AJ was the best thing that had ever happened to both Jon and Delilah.

I know, I’m getting too old for this shit. He tugged the blankets up over himself, sticking one foot out and rolled onto his back properly. How was your day? Jon was checking in before he checked out for the night, totally unaware she was having a panic attack.

Fine, same shit different day. That was a blatant lie, but she had to tell him about the baby in person.  Texting is NOT for news like this! Listen, AJ is getting up, so I’ll talk to you later.  Get some sleep and see you soon.

This would be the first texting between them where she didn’t say the words ‘I love you’.  Delilah wasn’t thinking clearly at the moment, tossing her phone to the side and slid her fingers through her hair, gripping it.  She had a few days to come to terms with this, to figure out how she was going to tell him, and the real possibility of losing him for good was on the horizon.  First things first, she had to make an appointment for bloodwork and immediately grabbed her phone to call Sami, knowing he was off the road with an injury at the moment.

“Hey Sami, I have a favor to ask you…”

~!~

The day of her doctor’s appointment was the day Jon came home from the road.  Sami was busy playing with AJ on the floor, grinning from to ear to ear as the little man rolled from his stomach to his back, then back again. “Good job, squirt!  Man, you’re growing so damn fast, you know that?” The door to Delilah’s house opened and Sami was on his feet instantly, staring back at Jon. “Hey Mox.”

“Where is she?”

Sami didn’t know what was going on, but Jon didn’t look very happy.  In fact, he looked downright annoyed and pissed off, his eyes nothing but blue fire. “She’s at the doctor and asked if I’d watch AJ for her.” His arm was currently in a sling from a separated shoulder. “Everything okay?”

“No, she hasn’t answered her goddamn phone in the last two days!  That’s not like her!  Something’s wrong…” Jon dropped his bags, scrubbing a hand down his face and walked over to pick up his son, greeting him. “Did she tell you anything?  What’s the doctor’s appointment for?”

“No idea, just said she had one and needed me to watch my nephew.  She didn’t know when you were coming home from the road.”

At that same moment, Delilah was being informed she was pregnant, six weeks along, and had heard the baby’s heartbeat since they’d done a vaginal ultrasound on her to check on everything.

“What makes you think something’s wrong with her?  Doesn’t she need check-ups since she’s breastfeeding and all?” Sami thought back to how Delilah looked earlier before she left for the doctor and he had to admit, she did look a tad anxious. “She should be home soon.  I’m gonna wait with you and AJ, if that’s all right because now I’m curious what’s going on with her.”

Jon seriously hoped that Sami didn’t reproduce because women didn’t get check-ups for breastfeeding…He just stared at his brother-in-law, trying not to let the irritation at the stupidity show on his face.  She hadn’t answered her phone in days, no replies to his text messages, no pictures of his son or anything.  Delilah could have gotten a wild cob up her backside for some reason and left with AJ, not given him a word or anything.  Given their history, Jon’s temper and anxiety were both up and out of control at the moment.

“I told her,” Jon paused, his voice calm and going low, even with what Sami said about her ‘not knowing’ when he was coming home. “That I’d be home the day after,” From the day they had been talking.  

She had known he’d be here.

Sami ignored Jon’s attitude, not knowing why his sister had to go to the doctor and it wasn’t his business.   He didn’t get into her personal business because they had finally reconciled their relationship as family.  He wasn’t about to do anything to jeopardize that at all.

An hour later, Delilah pulled into the driveway and Jon left AJ with Sami, going straight out the door to greet her.  Or rather stalked out the door.  Delilah barely got out of the car before Jon was on her and her eyes widened in shock at the sight of him.  Looking at her phone, she realized today was the day he’d be home from the road and her anxiety was up, thinking she had at least another day to come to terms with really being pregnant again.

“Why have you been ignoring my text messages and calls?”

“I’m sorry.” Delilah had cut him off because she just needed a few days to get her mind straight.

“Sorry for what?  What the fuck is going on, Delilah?” Jon wasn’t up for games, exhausted from being on the road and worrying himself half to death about his wife since she had cut contact with him. “I’m not gonna ask again.  You were at the doctor, now tell me what the fuck is going on.”

Her eyes lifted to meet his, silent tears sliding down her cheeks and silently handed over the ultrasound pictures she’d gotten from the doctor, taking a tentative step back while he stared down at them. “That’s why.” She whispered, wanting to rush past him to go into the house, but her feet were glued where she stood.

Oh, for fuck’s sake, Good… Jon closed his eyes, trying not to crumple those pictures in his fist.  Pregnant, she was pregnant again all because he had been overconfident that his woman was not a mutant.  Nope.  Lesson learned, Delilah was a fertile myrtle and he was going to get his junk fixed immediately. Don’t scream. Don’t shout. Don’t scream. He wanted to scream bloody murder, but she already looked terrified. “Son of a bitch!” There was no stopping that one from popping out and he glared down at the pictures like they had done him a personal wrong.  Jon hadn’t felt overly attached in her last pregnancy, not until AJ was born, so he knew his current state of ‘uninterested’ wasn’t abnormal for him. “Six weeks?”

“Y-Yeah…”

He wasn’t happy at ALL and it just made her anxiety amp up more as she took the pictures from him, sliding them back in her purse.  Delilah had no idea what to say to him, thinking his sperm was godlike to get her pregnant even with breastfeeding and pulling out.  Nope, pre-cum was a thing and she knew that was exactly what had gotten her pregnant.  She would knock his ass out if the words ‘sure it’s mine?’ or anything of that nature came out of his mouth.  He was the ONLY man she had slept with since they reunited over three years ago.  AJ was crying inside, she could hear him, so Delilah left Jon standing there outside while she went in to take care of their son, grabbing a pre-made bottle out of the fridge to heat it up quickly.  While she did that, she pulled the pictures of the ultrasound out of her purse again and handed them to her brother this time silently.

Jon wouldn’t ask if it was his, he already knew, and wasn’t looking for her to have a meltdown on him over stupid questions.  He was scheduling a vasectomy immediately, however, because he was prone to stupid decision making, such as not wrapping his junk with a rubber at ALL.  He facepalmed himself, heading inside and just shook his head when Sami gaped at him.

“The fuck you two?!”

AJ wasn’t even a year old yet!  Talk about not giving it a rest!  Not to mention they weren’t still even living together or anything!  Sami was guessing this was not a happy pregnancy, Delilah was stone faced and Jon didn’t look very pleased either.

It would get worse, that one night stand Jon had had was also pregnant, and further along than six weeks…much further.

“Sami, thank you for watching AJ for me.  I’ll be in touch.” She kissed her brother’s cheek to let him know she wasn’t angry with him for his outburst, taking the picture back in the process. “Jon and I will figure this out.”

Sami didn’t know what else to say and just left, after kissing his sister’s forehead, glaring at Moxley all the way out the door.  He was turning Delilah into a damn babymaker!  What the hell?!

“Probably not the best time to mention this, but…since we’re still in this trial period, there’s still a few days left to finish the divorce.  I won’t blame you if you want to after this news…” Delilah sounded sad and resigned while holding AJ in her arms, feeding him his bottle of cereal rice breastmilk.  He loved it, sucking it down like a champ and she sat down on the couch, gazing at her beautiful baby boy. 

AJ would soon have a playmate, a brother or sister; it was a little surreal to think she was pregnant again so soon.

Chapter 62

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” Jon asked her, disbelief in his tone and all over his face. She was more than used to his sometimes harsh way of speaking, especially when he wasn’t in the best of moods so she didn’t seem overly surprised by what he had said or his tone. “This shit happens when you play Russian roulette, why the fuck would I want to divorce you?” Other than she was out of her mind today, his eyes narrowing at her.  Delilah didn’t think very highly of him if she thought he was going to divorce her over a chance they had both taken.

“I-I didn’t mean it that way, I just…I just…” Delilah started crying, unable to keep her emotions in and didn’t want to upset AJ, trying like hell not to start shaking while he was eating in her arms. “I-I was just…giving you the option because I know this is a lot to handle and…damn it, I don’t want a divorce!  I want you, Jon, no matter what we go through or what happens!  Thinking of their new baby as a mistake wasn’t an option either.  He was right, they had played roulette time and time again, even with breastfeeding and him pulling out.  He had super sperm and now they both knew that without a shadow of a doubt. “I love you.  You know that, right?”

“I fucking hope so,” Jon was aware a lot of women got emotional during pregnancy, so he wasn’t surprised by the waterworks, not that he liked seeing it either.  He took AJ from her when it looked like the struggle with suppressing tears and shaking wasn’t going in her favor, taking over feeding. “I’m getting a vasectomy, just you know.” Obviously, he couldn’t keep it in his pants and he wasn’t very good about condoms, inwardly slapping himself again even as he looked down at his son, grinning somewhat wickedly.  Those breasts were not shrinking ANYTIME soon…and they would be off limits to him for a long time now…fuck.  Grin was gone.

Not necessarily.  Jon could bury his face in her breasts whenever he wanted.  The only time she lactated was if the baby started crying.  In fact, Delilah enjoyed when he did that while they made love or had a straight fucking session. “I do.” She stood up from the couch and leaned up to softly kiss him, being mindful of AJ. “I was terrified you’d think I sabotaged you again.  I’d never do that to you after nearly losing you, Jon.  I resigned myself to the possibility you’d walk away and want the divorce, so that’s why I said what I said.  But I don’t want to lose you.  And you’re the only man I want and love.  I don’t care how many babies we have together either.  I’ll have a whole football team with you, but if you want to get clipped, I won’t fight you on it.” Two kids would have to be enough for Delilah. “I just hope down the road you don’t regret it in case we want more kids…”

No, Jon had sabotaged himself by not wrapping it up when he knew better. “They’re reversible, so if I change my mind, it can be undone.” However, he wasn’t planning on knocking her fertile backside up every six months after popping one out, that just wasn’t happening.  One kid hadn’t really been in the cards for him, not back then anyway.  Jon wasn’t sure about a football team, was she insane?!  She was eventually going to wear herself out at this rate! “Let’s survive the one we got and the one on the way before we go talking any more, darlin’.”

“Okay.”

She looked up into his eyes, stroked his bearded cheek with the back of her hand, and could only hope and pray their repaired marriage survived the upcoming months with this second pregnancy.  Delilah secretly hoped the baby was a girl this time, but whatever gender it was, she’d love it all the same.  A baby girl would be amazing though, especially with her husband’s eyes.  AJ had lucked out and gotten them, the spitting image of Jon, so she had a feeling his genes would take over for their second baby as well. 

They were going to be fine.

No, they weren’t because a huge wrench was about to be thrown into their lives and marriage, thanks to Jon’s one night stand his wife didn’t know about, but she was about to discover.

~!~

By the time the day rolled into night, it was all over TMZ about Jon Moxley having an affair with the woman who was knocked up with his child.

“What the actual fuck…”

Jon had been laying in his bed with AJ on his chest, scrolling the internet and that was…twisted.  This broad would have been like, four or five months pregnant, right?!  He had DEFINITELY wrapped it before even thinking about dipping his dick, no pre-cum or anything.  Jon knew condoms broke, but he was pretty sure it hadn’t because…well, guys checked that type of thing with one-night stands, himself included.  He was definitely getting fixed, electric blues narrowing as he read the article.  Sounded like a gold digging whore to him.

“Fuck my life…”

Have you seen this? Sami did NOT want to interfere in her marriage, but this was pretty perverse, considering Jon and Delilah JUST found out they were having ANOTHER kid.  He had sent her a screenshot.

All Delilah could do was stare down at the screen with wide eyes, the shock completely filling her from head to toe.  What the fuck?!  The woman had a blown up stomach from the looks of it, probably around the five-six month mark from the picture.  She was claiming Jon Moxley knocked her up, refusing to take responsibility.

Please tell me this is not a joke, Sami.

No it’s not. He replied not even 30 seconds later.

She stood up from the couch, needing to move, her mind racing as she thought back that far.  AJ would’ve been two, going on three months, old and…while she was screwing Jon the same time, he… “Christ…” Delilah dropped her phone and flew into the bathroom to empty the contents of her stomach, tears pouring down her cheeks. 

He had fucked another woman while fucking her and got the bitch pregnant!!

In Jon’s defense, it had been BEFORE they had agreed to work things out, so he hadn’t been cheating on her, given they were also considered legally separated.  Did he expect Delilah to be understanding?  Not one bit because she was pregnant, wound up, and probably pretty goddamn pissed off.  Jon was already sending off an email to his lawyer, pretty sure this bitch was going to try extorting him for money or something.  That wasn’t happening.  He wanted a DNA test and they could do them now in utero, that was the first step.  He’d figure out everything out if it came back he was the father, wondering how he was supposed to tell Delilah about this.

She was going to be LIVID.

We need to talk. Jon wasn’t going to leave her hanging for a few days while he ‘sorted things out’.  He was also going to check out the vasectomy thing, more certain about that then ever.  Providing Delilah didn’t remove his nuts for him first. “Mommy may try killing Daddy, buddy.”

About the fact you fucked someone else and got them pregnant?  No, we really don’t.  Just handle it, Jon. Delilah was resigned yet again because it was while they’d been legally separated.  Jon could screw whoever he wanted, when he wanted, how he wanted, where he wanted and that included her because she let him.  Because she wanted her husband. It’s my fault this happened in the first place.  I’m not mad at you.  I love you, no matter what. She added, not wanting him to think she was pissed at him because she wasn’t.  This was on her for being stupid and conniving, for walking out on him and their marriage.  If she walked away from him over something like this, Delilah would be an even bigger hypocrite than before.

Jon wasn’t about to press his luck, knowing that she could have really ripped him a new asshole over this.  Of course, if she hadn’t stolen his sperm for a baby to begin with, leading to that explosive fight where she found out he was also a scumbag, they wouldn’t be in this situation now.  Then again, he wouldn’t have AJ either, but then there also wouldn’t be TWO more babies on the way.  He wasn’t sure WHAT she’d do if it turned out, somehow, someway, that baby was his because he didn’t think he had it in him to ignore a child of his own.  Baby momma, sure, because he didn’t even remember that broad’s name, but he definitely remembered the sex had sucked, but not the baby.

Already reached out to the lawyer for a paternity test. Handle it…would he go to hell for hoping something bad happened to this woman?

Good, thank you. Delilah was on the couch, feeling exhausted in every way possible after cleaning and vomiting, then cleaning some more.  This was only a two-bedroom house, so she’d have to either look for something bigger or… “No, I’m not putting that on him.  I’m not about to ask to move in with him when we’re still repairing what we broke.” She muttered, tossing her arm over her eyes as more tears fell. 

So much emotional and mental damage was done between them, Delilah wasn’t sure how much more she could take.  If this baby did belong to Jon, she already knew he’d take care of it and be there for it, which would put a bigger strain on their marriage.  He’d have to bounce around like a ping-pong ball and…there she went again, right back in the bathroom to vomit what she just ate for lunch.

Depending on what this pregnant bitch had to say, which so far was a bit about them ‘connecting’ after a show and having a ‘night of passion’…ugh, Jon wondered idly about the concept of custody.  Naturally, given his job, that was probably a no-go.  However, he also didn’t see his wife welcoming a child that was his by another woman into her life very well. “What a mess…” He sighed, moving so AJ was on the bed and sat up, burying his face in his hands.  

Today had NOT been a good one.

Jon had gotten the news TWICE that he was going to be a father…again.

Delilah was feeling a little better when Jon came over the next day and had on light blue cotton shorts with a matching spaghetti strap tank top, her nursing bra on beneath.  Even though she didn’t nurse AJ nearly as much as she used to, she’d need to keep wearing them because of the new baby coming.  She planned on breastfeeding again, really enjoying the connection she had with AJ every time he latched onto her.  In the middle of cleaning, the door opened while she continued mopping the kitchen floor and all the windows were open since it was 75 outside today.  Beautiful and sunny, but on the inside, she was a turmoiled mess.  So far, the hunt for a three-bedroom house was a lot easier said than done and definitely not in her price range.  There was a possibility she’d have to get a second job, so she was also job hunting for hours that didn’t collide with her first one. 

To say she was stressed out was an understatement.

All she had to do was confide her concerns in him and let him help, but Delilah was a stubborn broad who did things her own way.  Jon was used to it by now, so… she was SOL because he was oblivious to her housing crisis.  He had plenty of room for another baby, not that he was thinking that far ahead because she was only six weeks along.  He wouldn’t bother thinking about ‘it’ outside of tentatively until she passed the 12 week danger zone.

“You look a hot mess.” Jon informed her, taking in the circles under her eyes as he set down the car seat. “He’s out, he played all morning with Blue,” As much as he could anyway, given his age and Blue’s size. “My lawyer sent a cease and desist to that broad about talking to the stalkerazzi and claiming I’m her baby daddy without proof and requested that she submit to a paternity test ASAP.  I’ll pay for expenses and all that.” Jon knew that hearing all of this probably wasn’t making her feel any better, but he wouldn’t lie or keep her in the dark either.

“Thanks for the compliment, jackass, and I hope everything goes smoothly for you.”

Delilah finished mopping and set it against the wall, turning to face him while wiping sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand.  Ugh, that was nasty.  She immediately went to the sink and washed them before splashing some cold water on her face, her silver hair piled up on top of her head to keep off her neck.  This baby was already causing her heat flashes.

“So you remember that money you’ve been stocking away for child support?  I’m probably going to need to use some of it because the job I have now won’t afford a three-bedroom house for me and the two babies.  I need to plan ahead, and I’ve been looking for a second from home job, but nothing is coming up right now.”

Was she serious right now? “Delilah, what the actual fuck is going on with your brain?” She wouldn’t take it before, but now she would to buy herself a NEW house?! “Why not just move in with me?  Sell this place, sock the money into savings, forget the second damn job!”

What the hell?  Delilah was going to burn herself out and he shook his head, walking over to take her by the arms to keep her from moving around.  Naturally, he expected her to be salty over the fact that he had slept with another woman.  Jon hadn’t been in the best of places at the time, fresh out of rehabilitation, being driven nuts by this woman, in therapy…he’d made a stupid choice by sleeping with that woman to try to get Delilah out of his head for a night.  Jon TODAY would NOT even consider that he had before.

“Hell, if you want your own room at the house, take one.” He had four.

“That’s not…Damn it, Jon!  I’m trying to…to NOT pressure you into shit!  I’m trying to do the right thing by you!” She grabbed hold of his bearded face, so much turmoil and pain in her red-rimmed golden brown eyes. “I-I screwed up and…and I don’t want you to ask me to live with you because of circumstances!  I want you to ask me to move in with you because you WANT me to!  Because you’re READY for me to!  Of course I want to live with you and I don’t want my own room or my own damn house!  I want OUR house, OUR bedroom, OUR bed, everything OURS like it should be!” Sniffling, Delilah pressed her forehead to his chin and slid her hands down to grip his shoulders, shaking her head slowly. “I-I don’t know what I’m doing anymore.  I just want to be with you, however you want it to be.  I love you unconditionally, no matter what.  And if that dumb bitch you got pregnant thinks she has a shot in hell with you, I’ll make it damn clear to her she doesn’t!”

“So, first of all, she never had a shot.  The sex sucked, I was wrapped before I even thought about dipping anything into her, and I don’t even remember her name if I’m honest.” Jon was blunt, the worst was already out there.  He had potentially got another woman pregnant and had sex with another woman…they really were the world’s worst couple ever, weren’t they? “Second, I’m still married to you, we’ve been photographed together and I’m sure someone has leaked that we’re working it out.  Nobody has a chance with me, I’m taken.” He bent down to brush his lips against hers. “Third…we’re not redecorating the house.  I like the Babies R Us look and, honestly, we’re not ready to pack up the store.” Since she had another bun in the oven and all, though a lot of the ‘store’ had been unboxed by now as AJ grew into things and other crap was packed up, waiting to be…reused now.

“I don’t want to redecorate anything.” She let out a small laugh while Jon wiped her tears away with the pads of his thumbs. “I love what you’ve done to the house and it’s perfect for our kids and us.” She placed his hand on her stomach with hers, lacing their fingers together. “One house with our growing family sounds good to me.” Just like in Vegas, Jon had referred to that house as theirs and he was making it sound like this was theirs too. “I know this pregnancy wasn’t planned, but I already love this baby as much as you and AJ.  For a minute, I thought about the possibility of asking you if you wanted me to get rid of it, but I immediately crushed that thought.  I could never do that to a being we created together, even if we’re not ready for it.  And as far as your other potential child goes, I support you 100% and I’m here for you through it all.  You didn’t do anything wrong and I have no right to ridicule you or judge you or scream at you for screwing someone else when we were on the outs at the time.  The only thing that DOES bother me about it is you fucked her the same time you were fucking me.  But that’s the past and you’re only human, we all make mistakes, so I’ll never mention it to you again.  I just needed you to know, once, that it does bother me and it probably will for a while.  But I also promise not to punish you for it and I just want us to keep moving forward together.”

Chapter 63

“I don’t feel a connection to it.” Jon eyeballed her flat stomach and shrugged when she rolled her eyes. “Sorry darlin’, I’m a man, I don’t get all the perks of being pregnant and the bonding shit.”

He did after the fact, which was a blessing because Jon would not enjoy the swollen feet, fat face, and mood swings, at all.  He already had the mood swings.  He wasn’t touching on the other woman and child situation because he agreed; he had done nothing wrong, though Jon had felt disgusting afterwards.  Mostly because he had learned that Delilah was probably it for him until they, if ever, actually decided to properly part ways and cut those cords.  

Well, maybe he would mention it.

“You do know, it’s not that I have super sperm, right?  You’re just very fertile.” In his younger, stupider days, Jon had done some dumb stuff and no paternity suits had ever been slapped on him.  He figured with the nut injuries from wrestling, he might be…broken down there.

“No, you have super sperm, I’m convinced.  You have mutant seed.”

Delilah laced her fingers around his neck and kissed him a little deeper, pressing her body to his.  AJ was sleeping and they hadn’t properly reconciled since he came home a few days ago.  The morning sickness wasn’t bothering her at the moment and Delilah needed her husband.  Jon apparently read that message through her kiss because he lifted her to set her on the counter, wrapping her legs around his waist to keep him against her.

“I need you, right here and now, Jon…” She breathed out while he left a trail of fire down her neck and pulled back long enough to remove her top and unsnapped her bra. 

Then moved his hands to her shorts and panties, pulling them down while her own unfastened his jeans, pushing them down with her feet.  There was no reason to worry about a condom now that she was pregnant again and she longed to feel her husband explode inside of her for a change.  To be fair, she had felt him explode inside of her a bit too often because they hadn’t worried about a condom and his pull-out game was very weak half the time.  Her pussy was like crack cocaine quite frankly and it was a good thing she was off the market or else she could very well have a line of addicts surrounding her house, looking to get a fix or something.  Delilah could only hope he didn’t have some magical kind of sperm…Jon may have had a dozen kids out there or something that he didn’t know about.

“Not going to throw up on me or something, are you?” He teased, kissing a trail down her throat while his strong hands massaged her sides. 

“Mmm no…” Delilah reached down between them to start stroking his cock with her hand, making him harden further just by her touch alone.  If her pussy was crack cocaine, then his was pure heroin that she was addicted to. “Fuck…oh god, Jon…”

Going without sex during her pregnancy with AJ had been pure torture.  Jon hadn’t been around for it and they had only started screwing around with each other again AFTER she had AJ, once she was healed.  This time around, they were together completely with this pregnancy and she wouldn’t feel alone, even with him on the road providing for them.  The fact he still wanted her with her imperfect body from having a baby meant everything to her and she could see the desire, want and need in his electric blues. 

For her.

“I can never…get enough of you...” Breathless, she clung to him while he began thrusting in and out of her, her backside on the edge of the counter, her arm hooked around his neck while meeting him thrust for thrust, both getting lost in each other. 

She had just learned she was pregnant AND gotten a bomb dropped on her last night about him potentially having another kid on the way by a different woman… Jon was a little surprised he was balls deep in this woman.  Either she really loved him or she was crazy as hell.  Not that he was complaining, even with squeezing out their son, her pussy was still nice and tight, sopping wet for him.  Delilah would need to wash this counter because there wasn’t a doubt in his mind she wasn’t leaving a wet spot behind.

“Fuck, darlin’…” Jon nipped at her pulse point before running his tongue up along the column of her throat to her ear. “I love you, Delilah.”

She made a promise to him not to punish him for what happened. 

The past was the past and it couldn’t be changed.  There was no reason for her to deny her husband when he wanted her.  It’d been two long weeks without him since he’d been constantly on the road and she missed him so much, not just for the sex either. “I love you too, Jon, so much.  I missed you…”

It was stupid to trust him after everything that happened between them, including finding out he’d potentially gotten another woman pregnant.  She should’ve been livid with him and every rational-minded woman would’ve told her so, but that wasn’t who Delilah was.  She had a little bit of crazy inside of her too and nobody was perfect.  It also did make her feel good to know the sex with that other woman sucked for him, not that she’d ever admit that outside of her own head.

“Cum with me…together…”

To be fair, even though they had been sleeping together at the time, they hadn’t been together.  Delilah could be upset all she wanted, but she was the one who left him and moved all the way back to Ohio.  She didn’t have to take up with having sex with him again; that had just happened and even for all her half-assed protesting, if Delilah really didn’t want him, she would have stopped it.  Instead, she wound up initiating it between them as much as he did.  It was messed up, their relationship, or the shambles of it at that time, but they had moved on.  At least it wasn’t a woman Delilah would know.

THAT would have made everything infinitely worst.

“Oh fuck!” Jon nodded, reaching down to stimulate her further with his fingers, knowing men had no problem in getting off, but women required a little extra sometimes. “Fuck, darlin!”

“Yes, God YES!”

Delilah did have means to get off on her own, but nothing compared to doing it with her husband.  The connection between them was off the charts, along with the intensity and addiction.  It was no wonder she was pregnant again.  They couldn’t keep their hands off each other and it’d been that way since they got married.  Try as she might to fight what she felt, it didn’t do a bit of good, and Jon had broken through all barriers to worm his way into her heart completely.  Jon didn’t stop thrusting until his body physically stopped him and he held her close, her hands on his sweaty bearded face and his arms around her, both groaning softly at the feeling of him leaving her body.

“This…this feeling with you…this is why I’m not going anywhere, and you’re stuck with me.  This is what I want every time you come home off the road.  I never want this feeling between us to go away and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep it.”

“Awesome orgasms?  I’m not sure,” Jon paused, stepping away from her just to have space to breathe, staring at her with a slightly opened mouth. “If I’m offended or having an ego boost.” He grinned to let her know he understood what she meant though, cracking a joke.  The orgasms were definitely a bonus of their relationship.  No other man would make her feel this way sexually and he knew it, just like no other woman could do it for him in the bedroom.  Jon knew that for a fact since he had tested the theory. “You’re stuck with me, Del.” For better or for worse, they seemed to have those things in equal amounts.  He dropped into a chair, letting his head lull back and closed his eyes.

So much for her nice, clean kitchen.

Worth it.  Worth every second of it. 

Delilah felt much better after their reconciliation and managed to hop down from the counter, her legs slightly shaky.  AJ decided at that moment to stir awake and started crying, making them both smile at each other.  Jon held his hand up, letting her know he had it and she nodded, needing another minute or two to calm down.  While she did that, Delilah proceeded to sanitize the counter again while Jon changed AJ and she warmed up a bottle for him, having it ready when Jon came to retrieve it.  Once she finished cleaning up, she walked out and watched from the doorway of the kitchen as Jon rocked AJ in his arms while feeding him his bottle.

“I’m gonna go pump since you’ve got him.” Leaning down, she brushed her lips against AJ’s forehead and then Jon’s lips before heading off to her room to pump.

So, they had physically reconciled, now Jon was mulling over the housing situation while she was in her room.  Delilah could have done it out here and they could have had a conversation about going forward.  Or maybe it was just awkward for her.  Though, he imagined she also needed to clean herself up, he did too and had gotten his hands washed prior to AJ, that was about it.  However, she still had time before she had to worry about the housing situation.  If Delilah didn’t bring it up, he would in a few months.  Jon imagined she’d also want to wait and see what was going on with his other potential baby mama before she made a decision.

“So, when do you want to do this move?” Delilah promptly asked as soon as she walked out of the bedroom about 20 minutes later, her breasts no longer feeling like bowling balls. “I figure the sooner the better because I’ll only get bigger as the months progress, and I’d rather do the moving now instead of later on.” Jon was taking some time off to heal some injuries, so she couldn’t think of a better time to do this than while he was home. “I’ll give my 30-day notice on this place since I only rent and start packing up today, if you want.” Jon was staring at her wide-eyed and she chuckled, sitting down on the couch nearest to the rocking chair. “What’s that look for?  You told me to move in, so that’s what I’m doing.  That’s what you want, right?”

“It’s because I was literally just thinking about it and then you come waltzing out asking.  I don’t like the idea of you being a mind reader, babe.” Then she’d probably lay him out a fair few times.  Obviously, it was a joke; if she could read minds, she’d have killed him a long, long time ago back in Vegas. “You can do that.  I’m hiring people to lift and move everything, though.” Because he wasn’t lifting jack outside of her and AJ.  Jon was on downtime for a reason. “You know what all you’re bringing?” If she wanted to bring her furniture…he had spare rooms they could store it in until they figured out what went where and all that.

“Just the necessities and maybe my cookware since I know you probably don’t have a whole lot at your house.” The look on his face told her she was correct and it made her grin. “The furniture and everything, besides AJ’s stuff, can stay.  We can use AJ’s crib for the new baby.” That way they didn’t have to go out and buy another one.  There was no point when they already had two cribs as it was, along with changing tables, and everything and more a baby needed. “And that’s fine, you can hire movers, but like I said, I’m only taking the small things and leaving behind anything we don’t need.”

“Good, the movers can handle all the small shit while you and I direct them, it’ll be great.”

~!~

It was anything but great.

Jon was on the phone with his lawyer repeatedly, demanding the woman get a paternity test done.  She was refusing, claiming he wanted to endanger their baby and she wouldn’t get the test done until AFTER the baby was born.  Right now, she was just shy of six months and disclosed it was a baby girl they were having.  Delilah tried not to let it bother her and focused on the move, doing much of the work herself because Jon was either with AJ or on the phone with his lawyer.  Jon flat out said the bitch would not get a PENNY from him until he saw solid proof the baby was his.  He refused to acknowledge it and even got a restraining order against her, just in case she became one of those psychotic bitches that came after his family.

It took two days to move everything in and, once it was done, it was time to go through each box, set out whatever Delilah wanted, and leave the rest to be put in the attic or basement.

The fact that this cunt was using that ridiculous excuse enraged Jon and his lawyer was smacking her back, including sending everything to a judge now to order her to comply, with medical opinions from pediatric and OB doctors around the country that this procedure was SAFE.  It wasn’t invasive to the baby at all and this was also pointed out.  It literally required blood from Mom and ‘Dad’, and the fact that she was being informed of this, ‘educated’ as it was, made her look very stupid.

“God, please…don’t make this baby mine or else it’s going to be born retarded…” Jon was working tonight, having been explaining some of his issues to Chris.  The man had lived through enough scandals and come out relatively unscathed.

“That’s kind of horrible, Mox baby.”

Jon then explained the DNA testing procedure that only invaded the parent’s arms…

“Oh man, you’ll be fucked if it that’s the case.”

There was absolutely nothing Delilah could do for him, and Jon had to handle this mess on his own.  It did bother her that the woman was doing everything her power to stop the paternity test from happening until AFTER the baby was born.  What did she think would happen?  The baby popped out and Jon fell in love with it and her, leaving his family in the dust?  This woman was delusional, and she kept claiming also that Jon was in denial about how much they loved each other too.  That right there made Delilah think this wasn’t Jon’s baby because she kept coming up with excuse after excuse not to do the blood test.

Jon was supposed to take time off from the road.  However, considering how angry and tense he was regarding this situation, Delilah told him to go back on the road.  She was having severe morning sickness, nothing like she’d had with AJ, and she didn’t need him around to make it worse.  His attitude and the tension made her nauseous and she told him so, which was why he was nursing his injuries on the road.  They talked once a day, sometimes only through texting, and life went on. 

About the only reason Jon had come back on the road was because this woman had tried reaching out to Tony Khan to see about establishing child support…and that usually came out of an employer’s payroll pre-issuing the check.  Jon hadn’t bothered explaining that to Delilah, letting her think whatever because if she knew how twisted this woman was.  He wasn’t trying to stress Delilah out any more than she already was.  And yes, his mood was foul because this was all stupid.  Meeting with Khan had been a pretty low point in his career, this was a first and it was embarrassing, having his place of employment dragged into one of his messes.

“You ever gonna respond to her?” Chris didn’t smoke anymore, but he had joined the younger man outside.

“Not outside of a court room or a lawyer, fuck no.”

YOU CAN’T DENY WHAT WE HAD TOGETHER, JON!  THIS IS YOUR FUCKING BABY AND YOU NEED TO TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR HER! 

SHE’S YOUR DAUGHTER, YOU SHOULD’VE USED PROTECTION BEFORE FUCKING ME IF YOU DIDN’T WANT TO KNOCK ME UP!! 

I LOVE YOU AND I KNOW YOU LOVE ME, SO YOU NEED TO GET YOUR HEAD ON STRAIGHT AND WORK THIS OUT WITH ME!! 

I’M NOT GETTING THAT STUPID TEST DONE, I KNOW WHO THE FATHER IS AND IT’S YOU!! The woman, Jocelyn, was blowing his phone up and Jon was sending every text message straight to his lawyer.

Chris did look at the text messages that were blowing Mox’s phone up, letting out a low whistle with wide eyes. “Holy shit, that woman is out of her mind.  You really know how to pick them, don’t’cha?” He backed up when Jon shot a glare his way and threw his hands up. “Hey, I’m just saying besides Delilah, you know how to pick the loons, baby.”

Jocelyn would have Jon Moxley, no matter what she had to do.  Jon didn’t realize she was a huge fan of his, a nutjob, and now she was pregnant with the love of her life’s baby girl.  He’d come around, it was only a matter of time.

Chapter 64

“I’m trying to figure out how she has my cell number.  I never gave it to her.” Jon hadn’t been drinking and he had definitely wrapped his cock before they had the horrible sex. “I’m not going to lie, Delilah is fucking batshit crazy too.  I just happen to love her, so I overlook it.” Mostly, they’d had some seriously hard bumps in the road before getting to where they were now. “I don’t know why she’s claiming I didn’t wrap it…she was pretty pissed when I insisted on the test being done.” Now he knew why.

“Oh yeah, stealing the sperm…that was pretty fucked up too.” Chris pursed his lips, then shrugged. “Well, at least you love crazy, I’m glad you’re consistent.” Jon had confided in him while drunk.  Chris was a gentleman and never told a soul about it. “Well, Mox, now you know, women want you for your baby making prowess.”

Jon had also confided in him about the marriage and how it really went down, how he tricked Delilah into marrying him by plying her with Long Island Iced Teas.  Chris really wondered what kind of woman would stay with a man who would do something like that.  Again, he didn’t judge, but there was no doubt in his mind Delilah and Jon had serious issues and he was amazed they were working their messed up marriage out.

“Shit, does that broad know where you live in Cincy?  And does she know Del is pregnant again?”

No because if she did, Jocelyn would’ve gone to the house and burned it down with Delilah and their demon spawns inside of it.

Now that was worrisome and Jon rubbed his temples. “Don’t you own property in New York?”

“Outside of Albany, nice country setting and it’s been empty for a while.”

“So…”

Chris watched as Jon smoked that cigarette, already knowing where this was going and just nodded. “I’d get your ass home and get your family moved Jon, pack up and I’ll meet you there to give you the keys and everything else.  We can work out financials another time.  Khan will give you the time, you know he will, especially after these texts.  Isn’t this a violation of the restraining order?”

“Yep…” And pregnant women went to jail ALL the time. “I need to go talk to Tony.” He wasn’t even telling his mother.  Jon was just grabbing his wife, kid, dog and packing; he’d leave out overnight and drive it in the dark. Fuck that psycho bitch.

Tony listened as Jon rambled on about this current problem in his life and blinked at the text messages that kept coming in.  The woman’s name was Jocelyn and she was not stopping from the looks of it, another text coming in right after the other. “Go Mox, go take care of your family and don’t worry, I’ll relay the information to Bryan and Regal about what’s going on.” They also had another member in their group, Wheeler Yuta, but Jon wasn’t nearly as close with him as the others.  The less people knew about this, the better. “I’m not gonna tell them exactly what’s going on, only that you had a family emergency.  It’ll be up to you if you want to tell them.”

“Nope, just you and Chris.” Jon didn’t want any more people knowing about this, not even Regal or Bryan.  Chris knew because Jon had confided in him early on and, the only reason Tony now knew was this psycho bitch had involved him. “My lawyer is sending this all to the local police department in her area…she’s going to wind up picked up tonight.” For violating the restraining / no contact order, this woman was looking more and more batshit insane by the minute.  Jon fully expected the judge to force her to comply with the paternity test, just to get her out of Jon and his family’s lives, given how dangerous she was proving herself to be.

“All right, go on, don’t worry about AEW, wrestling in general.  Focus on getting through this situation.”

“Thanks Tony.”

“I’ll meet you in Albany, Mox, call Del after you get a flight and let her know to start packing up. There’s furniture and shit in the house, so don’t bother with that.”

So basically, everything but the big stuff, awesome. “Thanks Chris, I owe you.”

~!~

Delilah was sleeping deeply and had turned her phone on silent because she didn’t want to be disturbed after a long day with AJ.  The baby boy was teething and it was not a fun time at all.  Her eyes slowly opened when she heard Jon’s very gritty voice BOOMING throughout the house, yelling her name. “What the fuck…?” She muttered, hearing AJ crying in his crib and groaned, about to ring her husband’s neck for what he just did.  Glancing at the clock, it was after midnight, going on 1 AM.  The bedroom door, which was already cracked, flew open and Jon stood there looking like a wild man with crazed electric blues, breathing heavily.  If she wasn’t so annoyed with him, Delilah would’ve taken advantage of how he looked and stood up from the bed. “What the hell are you doing yelling in this house at nearly 1 AM in the morning, Jonathan David Good?!  You woke the damn baby up on top of it!”

“You gotta stop fucking shutting off your phone or muting it, Delilah!” Jon had somehow managed to get his hands on a U-Haul and it was backed into the driveway now.  He had boxes downstairs and a dolly to stack them on, ready to go. “We’re leaving, start packing your and AJ’s things, darlin’.  I’m getting the downstairs.” He bent down to nuzzle Blue, who had been ready to launch at him the second that door flew open.  Jon inhaled deeply, burying his face in the dog’s neck before looking up at his startled wife. “I’ve been trying to reach you since about nine last night, Delilah.  That fucking psycho cunt went from moderately crazy to batshit insane, the cops went to pick her up for violating the no contact order and she’s gone.  We’re leaving.” Standing to take AJ from her, soothing his son, Jon extended his cell to let his wife read all of the text messages from Jocelyn. “I want us out of here within the next few hours, so we can leave the city while it’s still dark.” He had let his lawyer know he’d forward an address later, his lawyer had agreed this was a smart move because this woman was clearly unstable.

Delilah was half-awake, trying to wrap her mind around what Jon just told her and grabbed his upper arm to stop him, shaking her head. “What…What are you talking about?  Jesus, slow down and let me wake up for a minute…” She let out a loud yawn, walking back over to sit on the bed since he had hold of AJ already and rubbed her eyes, seeing just how worried he was. “Jon, please calm down before you give yourself a heart attack.  I silenced my phone because AJ has been teething and he finally went down for me, so I wanted to get some sleep.  He’s been miserable all day and I’m sorry, but my phone wasn’t a priority.  Now what the hell is going on and why are we leaving our safe, secure Babies R Us?” She listened to her husband explain to her about the threat looming over them and started laughing, wondering if he was serious. “Moxley, do you forget where we come from?  If that bitch even THINKS about coming here, I’ll show her just how mean the streets of Cincy really are.  I can kick her pregnant ass easily.” She pounded her fist into her hand, snorting derisively. “We’re not going anywhere.  We’re staying right here in our HOME and she can go fuck herself.”

“Delilah, for once in your fucking life, just listen to me and do what I SAY!” Delilah was an idiot if she thought she was going to fight anyone in her condition and he shook his head, raising a hand when she opened her mouth. “No, I’m not doing it, I’m just not.  You don’t get a say other than YOU can stay here, but you damn well bet my son isn’t!  She went on the run from the fucking police, do you really think she’s going to come after you head-on?” She needed to put her pride and everything aside. 

For once, Delilah needed to let someone else take charge.  He wasn’t risking his family over a psycho bitch.  Jon paid attention to the news, his family wasn’t going to be on the ten o’clock edition as a cautionary tale about how better access to mental health services was required in this country.  Just because he was a wrestler did NOT mean he wanted to fight someone.  Fighting in general was stupid and there was a very fine line between defense and assault.  In defense of his family, he knew he and Delilah would both be prone to crossing that line. 

“Hey, Mox, all the baby stuff?”

Jon poked his head out the door towards the stairs. “Just what’s open, leave the shit still in original packaging alone.” Hopefully, they’d be back soon enough since this was temporary. “By the way, your brother is here to help.”

That was the most screwed up message of Sami’s life but he was on it.

“What?” Delilah blinked at the sight of Sami, seeing he was hauling things out of AJ’s room and right down the stairs into the U-Haul. 

Why was Jon terrified of this woman?  What happened in the span of less than a day to make him THIS scared to leave their home?  Jon was never one to run away from anyone or anything in his life.  He wasn’t the running type, yet, becoming a father had definitely softened him.  Then his words hit her like a ton of bricks and the cold, harsh reality of the situation was he cared more about protecting AJ than her and their unborn child.  No, that was just her emotions and hormones playing tricks on her and she knew it.

“This is so fucking stupid.  There’s no reason to leave when you have state of the art home security here and not to mention we’re well-known around here, especially you, Jon.  My brother is here, we’re all fighters and that bitch has NO prayer if she comes after us.” Just because she was a mother and pregnant did NOT mean Delilah had lost her instincts on how to fight. “I’m not going to New York.  I’m staying right here in our house and I have 9-1-1 on speed dial should anything happen.  I also know how to shoot a gun too, so there’s that and I’ll blow a hole in her fucking head if she comes near me.  I am Delilah fucking Johnston Good, fuck her and her nutjob ways along with that spawn she’s carrying that’s probably not even yours!”

Jon just shook his head at her, shifting AJ and began gathering his own things, tossing them onto the bed.  She was a proud, stupid woman and that was on her.  He already knew arguing with her was pointless because Delilah rarely ever let anyone else make decisions on what she deemed important and here she was, being stupid again. “Good for you, Del.  AJ and I are going to New York until that psycho bitch is picked up because I’m not going to let my ego override everything else.” He had seen enough craziness to know that if crazy really wanted someone, it’d get them.

“She managed to get a hold of Tony Khan, Delilah.” Sami had come right back up at the end of her ‘Delilah fucking Johnston Good’.  Maybe once upon a time, he would have been amused, but she was pregnant and had a kid.  Sami didn’t play when it came to kids and she shouldn’t be acting foolish when she could lose her baby due to simple stress.  Never mind a woman, who would probably try to murder her if she realized Jon had reconciled with his wife again. “His personal number, wasn’t it?”

Jon just nodded, AJ now asleep on his shoulder while he packed with one arm. “I’m not arguing with you, Delilah, because it never ends well, but this is one decision you’re not making for me or our son.  You shouldn’t be making it for the baby you’re carrying either.” Even he knew better than to let scorn and ego overrule common sense when a child was involved.

“Jesus Christ, you probably fucked one of those ring rats that carved your name into their skin back in the day.  One the damn Moxley Messies or whatever the hell they called themselves.” Delilah muttered, not amused by any of this and saw the look that flashed across her brother’s face. 

Whoever this woman was, she was dangerous and Delilah moved to the closet to pull out the luggage, tossing her clothes into it.  She wouldn’t be able to bring everything, but enough and made sure her maternity clothes came first.  Lord only knew how long they’d be stuck in New York at Chris’s house.  Was the house even baby proofed?  She knew he had kids, but they were all teenagers now, right? 

Sami helped her, ordering her to breathe since she looked a little green around the gills.  Rushing into the bathroom to vomit, Sami finished up for her since he knew morning sickness wasn’t anything to mess around with.  He could’ve strangled Jon for doing this, for not being more careful because now their family was in danger due to him sticking his dick in crazy.

None of this would have happened period if Delilah hadn’t purposefully gotten pregnant.  They’d still be in Vegas, probably with her pregnant now after rehabilitation and everything else.  Jon had been wanting to sober up first, without the crap now in their lives, so he wouldn’t have gone out looking for someone to take his mind off Delilah.  So, if Jon was responsible for this because he had dipped his dick in crazy, then Delilah was just as responsible for being scandalous.

A horribly vicious cycle.

Chris had gone straight to Albany, his wife more than used to him not being home all the time.  She had definitely known what she had signed up for.  The house was literally in shut down mode, everything personal was gone.  It was basically furniture and a kitchen equipped with everything they needed to cook and eat, minus food.  About all the babyproofing they had ever done was gates for stairs and doors to rooms they didn’t want their kids venturing into, and those weird latch things for cupboards.  Those were still on here, mostly because Chris thought they were impossible to remove or he didn’t feel it was necessary.

“Sami, come with us.”

“What?”

Delilah didn’t want to show how scared she was about this situation, but after hearing how Jocelyn contacted Tony Khan’s personal cell phone number…she was somewhat terrified now. “She could come after you since your part of the family, you and Jessica.”

He shook his head with a smile. “Nah, you know I can handle mine.  I just need you to be safe, sis.  Now go, get outta here and call me as soon as you get there.  You or Mox, I don’t care who it is.”

It would be quite the drive, which was why Jon wanted to leave during the night to hopefully keep everything under wraps.  The stalkerazzi was nowhere to be found this late, so that was also a deciding factor.  Delilah frowned, so used to having her brother around because he was currently off the road from a nagging injury and his upcoming honeymoon.

“Go on, you’ll be back before you know it.” Sami opened the door to the truck for her and helped her inside, hugging his sister tightly. “He’ll keep you safe, all three of you.”

She nodded tearfully, placing her hand on her stomach and took a deep breath before buckling up, while Jon situated AJ in his car seat. “I’m sorry…” It was like a cosmic snowball kept getting bigger and bigger because of the ONE mistake she’d made by getting pregnant on purpose. “Hold the fort down for us while we’re gone, okay?”

“Will do.” Sami already knew better than to tell Jon to drive safe or anything of that nature, simply shaking hands with him before heading off to his own car to head home.

A few minutes later, a little after 2 AM, the Goods were on the road towards their temporary one in upstate New York.

Blue had curled up the best his ass was able to on the floorboard at Delilah’s feet, his own little car seat in the back of the truck.  Chris had sent the directions to Jon’s phone, so he had said cell in its holder on the dash, quietly feeding him directions.  It was, without stops, a 10 hour and some change drive, they would be making stops, but he was hoping to avoid any major cities for those stops.  Figuring if they could keep the rest stops and small gas stations, they’d avoid being eyeballed too much.  Jon wasn’t surprised at the four hour mark when he looked over and Delilah had finally dozed off, glancing down at AJ who was sleeping pretty soundly and smiled.  Did he like running away?  No, it prickled him pretty badly and grinded his guts.  However, he wasn’t screwing around when it came to his family’s safety either, especially his son who needed his parents to be smart on his behalf.

Chapter 65

An hour later, which put them at just roughly 5 hours, Jon had pulled over needing to fill up the tank because it was on empty and AJ was crying, needing to be fed.  Delilah wasn’t able to give him a warm rice breastmilk bottle, so she got him out of the car seat, changed him, unbuttoned her top and he went to town with feeding.  His little teeth were sharp, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle.  Staring out the window, she watched Jon smoke a cigarette while walking Blue, letting the dog stretch his legs for a bit while she fed the baby.  Once AJ was fed and burped, she put him back in his car seat with his binkie and stepped out of the truck, stretching her own legs for a minute.

“You look exhausted, handsome.  Why don’t we stop somewhere to get some sleep and then continue on?  I don’t want you falling asleep at the wheel.” They were only halfway into the journey too.

Normally, Jon would have suggested that they just sleep here.  It wouldn’t have been the first time he had slept at a rest area, gotten a few hours of dozing time, and he had even picked up some nifty tricks to keep safe.  However, he had his pregnant wife and six month old son with him, and that truck wasn’t all that comfortable for upright sleeping.  Frowning, he just nodded, running a hand down his face.  He had been up since 8 AM yesterday and he was exhausted.

“Yeah…” Jon retrieved his cell to start browsing for pet friendly motels near them, finally finding what he was looking for and cued the directions for that.

“Get in, I’ll drive us there.” Delilah took the keys from him, along with Blue’s leash and let Jon have a moment to finish his cigarette while she piled into the truck with Blue. 

Jon showed her his phone once he got into the truck and she followed the GPS to the motel, which was about 25 minutes down the road.  Once there, they got a room, making sure it was on the first floor and then carried AJ inside to get the baby boy settled, along with his pack-n-play.  Jon set it up while Delilah went to take a quick shower, then they swapped places with Jon going to take one while AJ continued moving around in his pack-n-play.  An hour later, Jon was out cold, dead to the world, and Delilah stayed up long enough to make sure AJ went back down before joining him, Blue settled right next to the pack-n-play.

The next day, that ‘well known around here’ comment Delilah made came back to bite them in the backside just as they were entering Albany.  Jon got an alert that they were a little too well known in their home city and police had arrived an hour ago to find that someone had tried to break in, the home security alert triggering the company, who in turn had called the local police department.  Nobody was found, but Jon didn’t have a doubt in his mind who it was.  Apparently, his one night stand hadn’t been amused by his lack of direct responses or the demand for a paternity test in utero.

When Jon showed her what happened, Delilah finally felt that same fear he had and could only imagine what this crazy bitch wanted to do to her…to their babies. “Okay.  All right.  You were right.” Every man on the planet enjoyed hearing that phrase and Jon wasn’t an exception, though he did pull her close to him while he continued driving, her head resting on his shoulder.  She continued reading the damage report to the house, which wasn’t much, but they would definitely have to repair some wiring and whatnot that had been cut. “Jon…what if she finds us in New York?  We need to have a backup plan and a plan of attack…”

“I doubt she’s going to find us.  Chris keeps his other homes on the downlow.” Chris would mention he had a place in Canada, in New York, but he never got specific with many people.  The man had his fair share of pissed off fans over the years, especially when on a heel run.  He had also gotten into altercations in earlier years and it was one of the reasons Jon had confided in him, he had experience. “So far, she’s targeting places and people that are connected to me.  Khan for money, the house because it’s mine…and I’m assuming she doesn’t know we’re back together or else her text messages might’ve been a bit more on the violent side.”

“That’s really shocking considering we’ve been photographed together several times since we got back together.” They’d been back together for four months now, but they hadn’t made anything official on social media or anything.  The divorce was gone, history, they were working things out, their marriage was getting stronger as the days progressed, along with their trust in each other.

What Jon didn’t know was Jocelyn had been a fan of his for YEARS.  She was one of those crazed fangirls that had carved MOX into her arm, and she still had the scar to prove it, though she hadn’t shown him the night they slept together.  The night her entire world changed, and she finally had the man of her dreams in her bed.  Her bedroom was caked with pictures of him from over the years, strewn everywhere; anything and everything Jon Moxley adorned the walls, bedding, everything.  She was obsessed with him and now that they’d slept together, she refused to ever let him go, not unless she was dead.

They had been photographed together, with their son usually, and that did not mean they were ‘back’ together.  A lot of celebrities were photographed co-parenting.  Jon wasn’t one to go blathering on social media all that often.  He had done it, what…once really?  When announcing his relationship with Delilah, which felt like eons ago right about now.  He remembered picking the chick up at some stupid place, not even wrestling related, and one thing led to another.  Jon had been shredded over what to do about Delilah and their twisted relationship, which led to the worst sex of his life.

“Doesn’t mean anything, darlin’.” His eyes darted to the cell, seeing the ETA was five minutes and they were on the outside of Albany now. “Chris sent a message about thirty minutes ago, he put groceries and everything in the house we’ll need.” He owed Chris a LOT.

“Please tell him I said thank you when you talk to him again.” Delilah didn’t know what they’d do without Chris helping them out like this.  She glanced back at their sleeping son in his car seat, vowing silently to do everything in her power to protect him.  Nobody would harm a hair on his little head, not unless it was over HER dead body. “W-What am I going to do about doctor’s appointments and shit, Jon?” That was something that just popped in her head and she touched her still flat belly, though it was hard as a rock now since she was a little further along. “I’m gonna have to find an OB around the area for my appointments for checkups with the baby…and find a new PED for AJ for his upcoming shots and appointments…” This was such a mess!

“Chill out, Delilah, one thing at a time.” She was like seven or eight weeks pregnant; she was in the once a month time slot for personal checkups.  

As for AJ, he naturally had assumed that had been done at the six month point, but apparently not.  He wasn’t going to worry about nine months, not just yet because he didn’t anticipate spending that long here.  Jon was hoping, given this pregnant nutjob was wandering loose, that she was caught soon enough and put behind bars or something.  She definitely hadn’t made friends out of the court systems.  Once she was caught, she’d be made to do the DNA testing and she’d be lucky if she walked away with that kid, regardless of who it belonged too.

“Let’s just focus on one day at a time for now.”

The rest of the ride to Chris’s house was made in silence.  Delilah had so much going on in her brain, she felt like it might explode.  Once he pulled up to the house, she hopped out and grabbed AJ from the backseat, after putting the leash on Blue.  Jon could handle carrying in the heavier stuff, she needed to get settled in with their son and familiarize herself with the property.  Babies R Us wasn’t here, but Jon had made sure to grab all of AJ’s things he enjoyed, including his swing.  Spreading a blanket out on the living room floor, Delilah lifted AJ to lay him down and changed his diaper, then took him to go warm up a bottle with rice in it.

“Oh, little man, things can never be easy, you know?  It’s always something, just like that Joe Diffie song.”

Jon overheard that, having no idea what song she was talking about because country was really not his thing and he had sworn off that genre for the rest of his life, thanks to Eddie.  Nope, country music was NOT good for the soul regardless of what Eddie said. “Thanks, man.” Delilah had said to let Chris know when he seen him, but Jon had told her a few times that Chris was meeting them there.  Understandably, her mind was fried at the moment.  He had like…half a Babies R Us in this U-Haul, one of those small tow-a-longs because he wasn’t driving ten plus hours with anything loose in his pickup bed.  The crib was also in there, along with the mattress.  In a few short hours between him and Sami, they had grabbed a bunch of things and managed to pack it away in the U-Haul and his truck.

“Not a problem, it was on the news about someone trying to break into your place.” Chris’s hair was tied behind his head and he was grinning, though there was concern in his eyes. “Nobody knows about this place outside of my family, so you should be safe here, and there’s cameras all over the property, okay?”

“Thank you, Chris.” Delilah smiled softly at him while continuing to feed AJ, who was almost ready to hold his own bottle.  His little hands were on it, but he couldn’t quite keep the grip.  He was growing so fast, it both warmed her and broke her heart at the same time.  She didn’t want her baby boy to grow so quickly and knew the same thing would happen to their second child. “Do you want to hold him for a minute?  This is AJ – Aaron Jonathan Good.  AJ, this is Chris Irvine, a good friend of ours.”

“We’ve met.  Hey little man!” Chris took AJ with ease, grinning down at the boy. “We met a few times.” He had popped in to see Jon before Delilah had moved back in, bringing all those leather jackets with him. “Uncle Chris can’t wait to see his boy in those coats, you’ll be the most fabulous member of the Society, huh?”

Chris baby talked.  It wasn’t surprising given his habit of calling people ‘babe’ and ‘baby’, his own wife was usually ‘sweetie pie’, that was…interesting. “U-Haul is almost unloaded.  Chris is gonna drop it off for us.” Blue was wandering the outside, the fenced-in yard keeping him close to the house. “I’m going to apologize now, he’s going to mark every last bit of territory he can.”

“More power to him,” Chris chuckled, looking at Delilah. “You look tired, babe.”

“I am.” There was no point in denying it as she managed a tired smile at him. “I wasn’t aware you met AJ already, sorry.  My brain is just jumbled right now with everything going on.  And AJ has been teething, so he’s been cranky and not sleeping very well.” It didn’t help she was pregnant again and the baby was draining every ounce of energy out of her.  Still, Delilah managed to get the housework done and took care of AJ and Blue, their babies. “So the Jericho Appreciation Society, eh?  Who came up with that one?” Chris smirked at her and she chuckled, shaking her head. “You really are an innovator.”

“At my age, you gotta be to stay on top.” Chris was in his 50’s and in GREAT shape; he had a bit of a medical scare and gotten himself back into shape, not planning on dying or anything anytime soon.  He still had teenagers in the house, even if his oldest was nineteen. “State of the art security system that makes your shit in Cincy look like a mall cop version…”

“Ouch…” Chris wasn’t lying, Jon had seen the setup here and it really was state of the art.

“I reactivated everything personally, code is on the fridge.” He was now giving kisses to AJ’s chubby cheeks. “Nobody is gonna fuck with Uncle Chris’s little man, right?”

“No wonder Jon made you the godfather.” Delilah understood now that she saw how Chris interacted with AJ, not able to help snapping a few photos on her phone. “I’m framing that one.”

She showed Chris, who grinned and ordered her to send him a copy of that.  Doing it immediately, Delilah rolled her eyes when Jon ordered Chris not to post it on social media.  He didn’t want AJ anywhere on the internet and made sure he was always covered whenever the stalkerazzi was around in Cincinnati.

“Baby, I’m not stupid and I wasn’t born yesterday.  Little man won’t be seen, I respect your privacy, Mox.”

Delilah figured now was a good time to pull Jon aside to talk to him alone for a minute, taking his hand and gestured with her head to walk with him.  Chris had AJ and she needed to talk to her husband right now, it couldn’t wait.  He started to protest about the truck and she pulled his face down to hers, passionately kissing him to shut him up. “I’m sorry for the way I acted back in Cincy.  You were right to bring us here where we’re safe.  It’s not just you and me anymore.  It’s not even the four us of us anymore…it’s the five of us and we have to protect our kids.” Blue was included without a doubt. “I love you and I felt I owed you a proper apology.”

“Shit…” Jon’s blue eyes were wide because, usually, he had to wait months for an apology, so this was different. “You’re leaving me, aren’t you?  Or the world’s ending?” He caught her hand before she could deck him, dropping a kiss against her palm before moving it to his scruffy cheek, nodding. “Thank you for that, Del.” He guided her other arm around his neck and bent down to kiss her, keeping it soft and gentle, loving.  This wasn’t exactly the time to go hog wild or anything, and he knew they were both still tired.  That would be emotional exhaustion from this stupid situation. “I’m sorry for bringing this down on you and AJ,” His hand moved to her hardened stomach. “And my daughter.” Because he was convinced it was a girl.

Her hand covered his, lacing their fingers together and slowly nodded her head. “It’s okay, we all fuck up.  I’m at fault for this too because of what I did to you, to us.  But we’ll get through this like we have every other thing that has been tossed at us.  And I think we’re having a girl too.” Delilah felt different this time around than she did with AJ, which made her believe that much more they were having a daughter. “After you’re done with Chris, you’re laying down and getting some sleep.  Don’t worry about anything else, I’ll take care of AJ and Blue.  And when AJ goes down, I’ll join you for some sleep too.  You said he stocked the kitchen, right?” Jon nodded, kissing her wrist softly since her hand hadn’t moved from his bearded face. “I’ll go find something to make for dinner.  But first…” The kiss she gave him was full of fire and promise, the love pouring forth making them both feel it down to their toes. “I love you.  Now go finish up and dinner will be ready by the time you’re done.”

“I can take AJ with me.” Jon already knew Blue didn’t need a babysitter, he’d probably go find a spot to sleep too…potentially where Jon slept. “AJ’s been up nearly all morning,” He wasn’t surprised, there had been a lot of new scenery for the baby boy to take in. “Quit distracting me, wench, and go steal our baby back from Chris before he decides to go knock his wife up again.”

Chris was laughing when he came to help finish with the U-Haul, Jon’s message had been relayed. “Hell no, man, no more babies for this rock god.  I love kids, don’t get me wrong, but I’m at the teenager phase, that’s like…reaching the end of a prison sentence.” Why sign up for another 18 years, at his age? “If I get baby fever, I’ll come steal yours or something.”

“If only you worked as well as you talk…”

“I’m here for moral support.  Pass me something, muscles.”

Delilah kissed Chris’s cheek, once again thanking him for all his help and took AJ from him to go in the house, setting him in the kitchen with her.  He was now in the highchair that Jon had brought in and set up earlier, so she’d be able to cook and keep an eye on him at the same time.  The easiest thing she could find to make was spaghetti, it wouldn’t take too long to make and luckily, there was unthawed ground beef in the fridge.  There was also a radio system in the kitchen that she turned on low, needing some kind of noise besides the ones AJ was making.  He was currently eating his squished banana in his fruit smasher that he could suck on besides his binkie.

Chris hadn’t known what they liked, so he had shopped for them like Jessica shopped for his house.  The baby stuff he remembered, so…AJ had plenty of different baby foods and things like that, so whether they used it was up to them.  He had even bought formula…which nobody was touching, not that he knew that.  He just wanted to make sure his friend and his family were taken care of.  Eventually, everything was unloaded and he had a flight to catch.  Chris came in to say his goodbyes before taking off, the U-Haul attached to the back of his rental.  He had left a list of nearby places if they needed to shop or anything like that, along with the house keys and the keys to his garage, which held a small car that he rarely drove, but was still insured and road legal if they needed it.

“He thought of everything…” Jon yawned, figuring sorting through everything could wait until tomorrow, his blue eyes taking in the rooms. It was not very open floored and seemed to be the style of the area, closed rooms mostly, so it would take some getting used too.

The most important thing, however, was Jon’s family was safe for the time being and that was all that really mattered.

Chapter 66

Dinner finished up and she made up Jon’s plate first, setting it on the kitchen table because eating anywhere else in this house wasn’t an option.  This was not their place, so staining anything was out of the question.  Jon trudged in and sat down, bowing his head with his hands clasped in a silent prayer before digging in.  She pulled AJ over with his mushed banana and set her own plate down, everyone eating in silence.  Delilah missed Cincinnati already, she was never a fan of New York, but at least they were safe and that was the most important thing.  She stifled a yawn halfway through and couldn’t finish it, leaning back against the chair to close her eyes, just resting them for a minute along with her full stomach.

Jon quietly cleaned up, realizing Delilah’s little nap had turned into something else entirely, like outright sleep.  He got what few dishes were used washed, cleaned up and changed AJ, carrying him out of the kitchen.  Jon found the bedrooms really quick, including one downstairs that was definitely a master bedroom, wondering what the hell it was doing down here.  Oh well, there was a huge California king bed and he could smell that freshly done laundry scent, laying AJ down in the center of it.

“Be right back, buddy.” He murmured, hearing his already nodding off son’s coo before going to retrieve his wife.  He carried her into the room next, smiling when she automatically murmured AJ’s name. “He’s here, darlin’, ssshhh…”

Delilah was so exhausted, there was no waking her up for the rest of the day and possibly into the night too.  As much as she wanted to take over everything and let Jon rest, her body had shut down.  Just cooking and eating, along with that long day and a half drive…it had drained her.  Jon lifted AJ from the bed and opened one of two connecting doors, which turned out to be another smaller bedroom linked to this one.  This had been where Chris and Jessica stayed with their babies when they wanted to get away from everyone and everything prior to finding their place in Florida.  Jon would just have to set it up as AJ’s room and he could do that after getting some sleep.  Right now, at least they had AJ’s pack-n-play for the tike to rest in until he got up needing attending.

Jon preferred co-sleeping, but Delilah did not, so sometimes he was willing to do things her way.  He didn’t like his son sleeping in a different room and he had shared one with them at the house in Cincinnati, figuring he could sleep in his own room at nighttime properly, at a year.  SIDs fear was a thing for Jon.  Jon didn’t bother with putting AJ in that room, he set the pack-n-play up on his side of the bed, having no problem in getting up to tend to their son given she had been home.  Then he shed his clothing down to his boxers and crawled into the bed, reaching over to pull his wife into his arms so they were spooning.  Sighing, he buried his hair in her face and let sleep overtake them.

Hopefully, this would all be resolved soon and they could go back home.

AJ was up five hours later and Delilah took him out of the bedroom, leaving a deeply sleeping Jon to rest.  She was glad AJ allowed her to sleep that long and walked around the house after changing and feeding him, just taking everything in.  Chris really had amazing tastes and she loved the décor, the way the architecture flowed.  It wasn’t an open floor plan, but she was fine with that.  AJ was leaning his head on her shoulder with his binkie while she continued going through the house, heading outside on the screened-in patio to watch the sunset on the horizon.

“Look little man, look how beautiful that is.  I can’t wait for you to meet your new brother or sister.  Between you and me though, I think you’re going to have a sister.”

“Sister,” Jon yawned, emerging from behind her and raised a brow at her puzzled look. “Sorry, darlin’, I’m trained to wake up when he does. It’s a blessing and a curse.” Especially when he was in one of those very comfortable, deep sleeps.  He imagined his high alert status didn’t help either, so when she moved from the bed…he was instantly awake. “Coffee?” He needed coffee and he had seen everything in that kitchen.  There was a bunch of weirdo gadgets and a coffee pot, that he could work with. “It is beautiful, darlin’.” Set away from the city, no light or noise pollution.

Chris gave this up for Florida, the man was insane.

“I haven’t had a chance today yet.  AJ was fussy from teething, so I was walking around with him and he seemed to like that.” Delilah murmured, kissing the top of AJ’s head and his eyes were slowly drifting shut, then popping back open again, then drifting shut.  He was fighting sleep and it made her smile as she leaned back against Jon’s chest, his arm wrapping gently around her waist to watch the sunset. “You wanna take him and I’ll make some coffee?” He shook his head, letting her know he had it and kissed her softly when she turned her head up to look at him. “I’m gonna try to get him to sleep and then I’ll warm us up some spaghetti for dinner.” Even though she had made it for an early lunch, they would have to eat on it until it was gone or freeze it.

Jon would have to start clarifying or something until she was less frazzled.  He had been offering to make coffee, which was something they probably didn’t need, but…here they were. “Darlin’, he just slept for as long as we did, he’s probably not tired.” He peered down into AJ’s face, grinning slightly. “That’s okay, it’s been a messed up day.  We’ll get back on some sort of a schedule, eventually.” Whistling for Blue, Jon opened the screen door and watched as his mongrel took off for the side of the house.  He’d have to go scoop dog turds in the morning, the perks of owning a pet.  On the bright side, it was all fenced-in. “I’ll get coffee on, all this stuff is still in the living room if you want to pop him on the floor with some toys.”

“Yeah, okay.” Delilah really was out of it and let out a loud yawn, heading back inside with AJ to go let him play on the floor with his toys. 

It was carpeted, so that was a plus since he could sit up on his own, but sometimes he fell back if he lost his balance.  That was why a pillow was always placed behind him, just in case.  Delilah got him settled in and pulled out the baby gate to surround him since it was an octagon one with a door attached.  She put pillows around the edges and then sat down on the couch, turning the television on Nick JR since some of his favorite cartoons were on there.  He was especially glued to Blue’s Clues and Bubble Guppies, his blue eyes looking at the screen as soon as it came on and began clapping his hands.  At least he was comfortable here, so that was a plus.

Jon got the coffee going and he honestly wasn’t hungry, so he ignored the food for now, pretty sure she wouldn’t eat much either.  This situation was so messed up, running away from Cincinnati because he had finally dipped his dick in crazy one time too many. “Stepping out for a smoke,” Jon didn’t smoke inside any house, not even his own.  They were guests here, so he really wasn’t contemplating that for a second.  Jon stepped outside and off the porch, dropping down onto the steps in just his boxers and smiled when Blue came running up, panting, and flopped down at his feet. “Remind you of Vegas, buddy?  Just quiet?” Well, not Vegas itself, but where they had lived.  

Cincinnati was not quiet, there was always traffic or something, city noises.

Blue could tell his master was bothered by something and nudged his knee, laying down right beside him to comfort any way he could.  Animals had intuition and knew when something wasn’t right with their masters.  He saw a butterfly fluttering and immediately went after it, barking his head off while Jon continued smoking.

Meanwhile, Delilah was crying over the episode of Blue’s Clues that just aired, shaking her head. Damn hormones! That was the one thing she hated most about being pregnant was her emotions were all over the place.  AJ was crawling around in his enclosed space, chewing on one of his teething rings to help cool his gums.  Standing up, she walked over to grab some tissues and wiped her eyes, blowing her nose and chuckled at AJ’s head turning to look at her. “Sorry, little man…”

Jon eventually came inside, hoping he had remained out long enough that the scent of cigarette wasn’t too strong on him. He went straight to the kitchen to wash his hands, yawning and glanced at the coffee pot. “Want a cup, darlin’?” He called over his shoulder, hearing a bit of a watery reply and frowned. Jon poked his head into the living area, raising a brow when he seen Delilah sitting on the couch with tissues up against her nose.  Even from where he stood in the doorway, he could see she was crying. “Are you okay?” He asked cautiously, knowing her hormones were all over the place thanks to pregnancy, but he had also missed the first one.

It was one thing to know about something, another to experience it.

“Yeah, it’s stupid.  Don’t worry about it.”

Damn Blue’s Clues making her cry!  What the hell?  She was Delilah Johnston Good, damn it!  She used to be a professional wrestler and wouldn’t cry with a broken bone, but this baby growing inside of her was causing her body to go all haywire!  Jon raised a brow at her and she stared right back at him, knowing he wouldn’t go make their coffee until she told him what was wrong.

“The damn cartoon made me cry, okay?!  And no, I take back what I said I don’t want coffee because caffeine is not good for the baby.  Just get me some juice, please.”

“Okay.”

Jon retreated to the kitchen, realizing he was pretty lucky he did have his balls all things considered.  If she was crying over a kid’s show, Blue’s Clues no less, he imagined when she had been pissed off about would-be baby mama, she had contemplated removing his nuts.  After getting her juice, he patted his boys, glad he still had them.  Now he was just going to get rid of the baby making aspect of them.

“Here.” He returned a few minutes later, passing over her juice while he sat down with his coffee, eyes fastening on AJ. “He seems happy.” Ignorance was bliss.

“It’s not home, but it’s not a bad place either.  He seems comfortable and I’m sure it’ll feel more like home once we set all of his stuff up.” Delilah moved to snuggle against his side, resting her head on his chest while sipping her juice and he had his coffee, his arm around her shoulders. “Jon?” She looked up at him after a few minutes of silence rolled by and kissed him softly, nothing forceful or passionate, just a soft gentle brush of her lips against his. “I know things are pretty fucked up right now, but we’re okay, right?  I mean we’re still on the right path with the trust building and our marriage?” It was her fault he had gone to this maniac in the first place because of what she did.  What if Jon hated her because of it now?  What if he didn’t love her anymore? “I love you, that’ll never change.”

“I know, babe, I know.” Jon wrapped his arm a little tighter, drawing her into him in a big of a side hug.  

Honestly, if he wouldn’t have drunkenly married her, NONE of this would have happened.  When she had admitted to basically getting pregnant on purpose, he wouldn’t have had that to spew at her in a rage.  Maybe everything was working out the way it was supposed to because, without his first betrayal to stay him from acting out or feeling bad for ‘doing it first’, Jon probably would have bailed on her and never wanted to reconcile.  Doing wrong first, knowing he had set the tone, had given him a lot of food for thought, but it also meant they had trust issues with each other.

“We’ll get through this, Del, we’ve managed with everything else that’s come our way.”

Sitting there on the couch put everything into perspective. 

They were here, alive and safe, away from that psycho bitch that had attempted to break into their Babies R Us.  Their son was a happy, fast-growing boy, who had so much of the world to experience and she’d do anything to make sure it happened, to watch him grow. “I was thinking about the road and…I wouldn’t mind if we had to go on the road with you because of what’s going on.  I know you said Tony gave you as much time off as you need, but you also have Bryan, Wheeler, and Regal to think about too with the BCC.  I’m just saying if this doesn’t work out in our favor and it takes longer than necessary, AJ and I will join you on the road and watch Daddy kick some ass in the ring.”

“Like hell you will.” Jon snorted, taking a sip of his coffee and wondered if she was serious. “The road isn’t a place for a baby or a pregnant woman, especially with the AEW schedule online for anyone to follow.” He imagined that would be the way crazy bitch was picked up, by following him around everywhere or something.  The last thing he needed to do was bring his wife and son on the road and put bigger targets on them. “You let me worry about my career.  I’ve told you before, it doesn’t matter to me as much as you do, as much as AJ does.” And that still stood.  He had no problems in walking away to come straight home and he had no problem in staying away to be with them during this situation either.

It still blew her away how much Jon was willing to throw away, to sacrifice, for her and now AJ.  Wrestling was no longer a top priority to him, his family was, and she wondered when that changed.  Maybe the moment she told him she was pregnant?  No.  He’d been livid that she tricked him and basically stole his sperm to have a baby.  Then again, he had told her that same exact thing before everything went topsy-turvy.

“Just thought I’d mention it and if you do have to go back to work, don’t worry about leaving us here alone.  Chris assured you this place was completely safe, and I believe him.  I’m glad you’re here though.  I’d rather have you here, honestly.  That’s a selfish thing for me to say, I know, but I feel safer with you here.  I know with you here, you’re not out there with her stalking you and trying to get her hands on you somehow.”

Before AJ was even a thought, when they had been fighting about the neck issue, Jon had gotten on his knees in front of her and begged her, told her he would walk away from wrestling, that it didn’t mean jackshit compared to her.  She had smacked him silly, demanding that he ‘give her back’ her husband.  It had been insane.  It had changed, his feelings about wrestling, before they had AJ, before everything went to hell again.

“I’m off for the next foreseeable week, okay?  A lot can change in a week and hopefully, they pick that bitch up, lock her away, and throw away the key.” Jon drained what was left of his coffee, leaning over to set it on the end table stand. “AFTER a paternity test to prove I’m not that father of her poor spawn.” He felt bad for that baby because its mother was insane and it was going to wind up immediately in the system.

“Here’s hoping for the best.” However, Delilah was also preparing for the worst.

Chapter 67

Moans and heavy breathing filled the room as Delilah slowly rode her husband, gyrating her hips back and forth.  They were doing their best not to wake up their sleeping son at the moment, who was sleeping in his crib Jon had gotten set up.  At first, Delilah wasn’t keen on the idea of having the baby in here with them, but once Jon explained his fear of SIDs, she jumped onboard right away.

“Oh god, honey, you feel so good inside me…” She moaned out, gripping her breasts and pinched her nipples between her fingers to roll them while Jon continued caressing her hips, thrusting his own up to meet her slowly. 

They were making love for the first time in two months due to morning sickness and AJ’s teething issues leaving little time for them to be alone.  Then there was the fact Jon had gone back on the road after two weeks of hearing nothing about the psycho bitch’s whereabouts.  It was almost as if she had dropped off the face of the earth and Jon refused to go back to Cincinnati until they found her, locked her up, and dealt with her. 

At the very least, Delilah was now officially in her second trimester, hornier than ever, and had slowly started to show. “Just a little harder, Jon…”

Jocelyn, the psycho bitch, was currently in hiding at the moment because she was eight months pregnant, nearing her nine months, and having complications with her pregnancy due to high blood pressure.  She had a very good friend who was helping her through it at the moment and they were in the sticks, nowhere near the state of Ohio.  She would end up giving birth in secret and THEN would come out once the baby looked exactly like Jon as proof.

After visiting his house in Cincinnati, Jocelyn had to go into hiding because now there were notices out for her as a person of interest.  Jon was in denial about their love, about their baby, about everything in general.  He had disappeared from wrestling for a few weeks before returning and she had wanted to go to him then.  Knowing if he just seen her once more face to face and her big belly carrying THEIR child, he would remember how much they had connected during that one night.  This high blood pressure crap she was dealing with was his fault for stressing her out so much, refusing to respond to her messages, demanding a paternity test, which the courts had been ordering her to comply with since it didn’t involve the actual baby, just their blood.  How dare he!  He would REGRET this all so much!

No he wouldn’t because he was too busy being made love to by his silver vixen pregnant wife, who satisfied all of his needs and more, who he loved more than life itself.  While Jocelyn was suffering alone because her friend had to return to their job, at that moment, Jon was in the throes of passion with the only woman he wanted in this world and the next.  Delilah had his heart just as much as he had hers, they were entwined together for life and their connection was stronger than ever.  Jocelyn could be miserable all she wanted; it wouldn’t change a damn thing, not even if that baby did turn out to be Jon’s. 

Something deep inside told Delilah it wasn’t and Jon didn’t believe it either.  There was far more to the story, but they had to find the psycho bitch for answers first.  In the meantime, Chris had assured them to stay as long as they needed to and ordered Delilah to stay in hiding along with AJ, only allowing Jon to be seen.  She didn’t argue, even going as far as to grocery shop online and have them delivered at the door, so nobody could see her.  It was isolated at times, but Delilah knew it was for the best and Jon made it home, somehow, every week to see her and AJ, even if it was for a day.

Jon had told Chris about Delilah offering to come on the road with him and Chris had the same response Jon had, though Chris was more outspoken about it.  Jon was treading carefully at home, ever since the crying jag over that episode of Blue’s Clues.  Delilah would be putting a target on her pregnant ass along with AJ, that just wasn’t happening.  Only Jon got to be victimized or whatever by the now MIA crazy lady.

“You gonna cum for me, darlin’?” He rasped, watching a bead of sweat slowly snake its way down the valley of her breasts. 

Tempted to sit up and lick it away, even as his hands and fingers played with those deliciously oversized breasts.  That was the BEST part of pregnancy, in his opinion, and her breastfeeding.  Though, Jon wasn’t looking forward to them being untouchable by Daddy when the new baby got here.

Leaning down, Delilah gave him a passionate kiss and spoke against his lips. “Mmm yes…but not like this…I need you deeper inside me…”

Abruptly pulling away from him, Jon groaned at the loss of feeling his wife’s pussy wrapped around him and she turned to promptly position herself on all fours.  She could feel the hungry gaze from her husband devouring her and looked over her shoulder at him, a sensual smirk curving her lips.  It would be quite the challenge not to wake up AJ, but she was willing to give it the old college try and felt him come up behind her, torquing her head to the side to give him full access to her neck.

“Jon!” She gasped out in a breathy whisper as soon as he filled her once again, her walls clamping down around him in a vise grip. “Much better…”

Pregnant women definitely seemed to enjoy this position more.  Jon knew part of it was the bigger belly, it was more comfortable for them.  As for deeper, he was assuming it just felt different for her.  It did for him in that her being all clenched and pressed together in that area made things tighter, opposed to her legs being spread apart while riding him.  The only, ONLY downside to this position was the lack of breasts, though his hands moved beneath her, just to go back to groping them a bit.

“You sure, darlin’?” He chuckled, feeling her purposefully tightening herself around his throbbing cock and bent down enough to nip at her side. “Play nice, Del…”

She did it again for good measure, making him growl against her back and she could feel his hot breath directly on his spine.  Slowly, methodically, he began to move in and out of her, taking his time and driving her up a wall. “Now who’s the one not playing nice, handsome?”

He’d been so gentle and soft with her lately; Delilah wondered if Jon had a fear he’d somehow hurt the baby.  She sincerely hoped not since he’d been reading some of her books and researching more about her pregnancy.  There was no way he could hurt the baby, no matter how hard he pounded her.  That was what Delilah craved, for Jon to let that animal inside of him out.  Slow lovemaking was great and everything, but she missed them going crazy on each other, and his more dominant side.

“Fuck me, Jon, fuck me as hard as you can, I need it…”

“Gotta wait until you’re not carrying my kid, darlin’…”

The last thing he needed was to fuck her hard enough to hurt her or something, trigger premature labor.  Who the hell knew what could happen?  It was weird going balls to the wall on a pregnant woman.  She had a thing about caffeine being bad for the baby when a cup or two of coffee wasn’t harmful.  Jon had a thing about fucking her overly hard, even though logically, he knew he wouldn’t hurt anything, except maybe her ability to walk right for a few days.

“Besides…feeling you squirming is nice,” And she was indeed squirming like a worm on a hook, obviously trying to get him to go to town on her.  He brought a hand down on the side of her backside, smirking when she groaned.

The MOMENT this baby was born and she was healed from those damn six weeks could NOT come fast enough! “Damn you, Moxley…” She growled, not amused with him and groaned again when he hit the other cheek, her pussy vibrating with each blow. 

He was doing this on purpose, she simply knew it, and it was an excruciating way to make her cum.  It took more effort and allowed their sessions to last longer than usual.  Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing after all, especially with Jon’s incredible stamina.  Was it a wonder she’d gotten pregnant again, even with the breastfeeding?  Somehow, going slow instead of ground and pound was more intense.  How THAT was possible, Delilah would never know and could only move with him, her breasts bouncing with each thrust he gave her.

“Just a little more…fuck I’m close…”

“Well go on then,” Jon rumbled, though he also slowed down the pace, just to drag it out. “I’m not stopping you.”

Fingering her clit gently, purposefully sending her already overly sensitive body into an overload, Jon was rewarded almost immediately with her pussy spasming and clenching around his cock, causing him to gnash his teeth.  He loved feeling her come undone around him.  However, it was incredibly hard not to shoot his load when he felt her inner walls basically trying to milk him for every last drop of semen in his balls.

“Goddamn it!  Again!” He wasn’t going to climax, refusing, until she got off a few more times.

This was why it was so intense with Jon, even with the slow pace.  His fingers manipulated her along with his cock, he knew exactly what to do to get her off multiple times.  The fact he was ordering her to cum just sent her spiraling over the edge again minutes later, her hair whipping back to pool over her back while she kept meeting him thrust for thrust.

“I won’t cum without you this time…” She moaned breathlessly, hearing him chuckle in her ear and she was lifted up gently to where her head lulled back against his shoulder, their bodies aligned while he continued fingering her clit. “J-Jon!” She choked out, bordering on the edge of pain and pleasure, a delicious feeling she missed dearly. “C-Christ!”

There she went, cumming yet again despite her insistence she wouldn’t without him.  Where he sometimes pulled this stamina from was beyond him, but Jon managed it only with her.  There was just something about the way this woman came apart for him, shattered, and he knew instinctively he was the only one who brought it out in her, just like she was the only one who brought out the best in him.  Love made things weird, better no doubt, but a little weird, nevertheless.

“Fuck, Delilah!  Christ, I love you…” Jon was a goner, all other words gone as he let out a very lusty moan while filling her to the brim.  

No doubt if she wasn’t pregnant, she definitely would be because it felt like he had just unloaded years’ worth of seed into her when that was not the case at all.  That feeling was unlike any other she’d felt in her life, even being in a wrestling ring and Delilah felt Jon collapse with her on the bed, spooning up against her.  She had to learn how to breathe again, slowly turning to face him and caressed his bearded face with her hand.

“I love you too, Jon.” Leaning forward, she lightly brushed her lips against his, feeling completely comfortable naked with her husband, even with her pregnant belly.  It wasn’t that big yet, but she knew in another month or two and she’d be officially popped.  The fact he desired her even when she was pregnant meant everything to Delilah. “I was afraid you didn’t want me because of my body changing…or maybe you didn’t desire me anymore.” A lot had been going on and she understood, but it didn’t stop the negative thoughts from overtaking her. “I know my morning sickness and bullshit hasn’t helped matters either.  Sounds like we both needed this release.”

“You worry too much, darlin’.” However, he wouldn’t lie, there was nothing sexy about morning sickness at all.  Well, he would lie if she ever asked; he would lie through his teeth and tell her she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, vomit down her face and all.  Because that’s how love seemed to work sometimes. “I love you and you gotta learn how to chill a bit, Delilah, everything is-” Jon let out a soft curse when their son interrupted his train of thought, shaking his head. “I got him, babe.” He kissed her very soundly, pouring everything he felt into it before getting out of the bed, his fingertips brushing that belly she had going on, which he did find incredibly sexy. “AJ, buddy, you got shit timing…well…maybe…” Because he COULD have interrupted DURING sexy times.

“Nah, he has perfect timing.  He could’ve been mean and a squirt and not let Daddy satisfy Mommy before making a sound.” Sliding from bed, Delilah put a robe on and walked over to lightly brush her lips against Jon’s ear while he changed AJ. “I’ll go heat him up a bottle.”

Squeezing her husband’s bare backside, she walked out of the room to the kitchen, quickly whipping up a rice bottle for AJ.  He had slowly started eating baby food and Delilah was almost sad because she didn’t want him growing so fast.  Rubbing her small belly, Delilah stared outside for a minute before going back making the bottle, heating it up on the stove.  Sometimes she did it in the microwave if she was in a hurry or AJ was screaming bloody murder, but for the most part, she tried to do it on the stove.  Shaking it on her way back, Jon took the bottle from her as soon as she walked back into the room and AJ quieted instantly, busy sucking down the bottle with both of his hands on it.

“Jon, look!  Look what he’s doing…” For the first time, AJ was holding his own bottle with both of his hands, creating yet another milestone.

Jon watched, grinning from ear to ear.  He had missed a few milestones, so the ones he did catch, usually did some weird things to him.  Like a combination of warmth, pride and sadness, not wanting AJ to grow up too fast.  Delilah had felt the same way. “I see him, darlin.” Jon murmured, knowing AJ had ‘held’ his bottle before, but not like this.  It had always been his arms and hands sort of getting stuck because his coordination hadn’t been very good until recently.  This was a CONSCIOUS thing AJ was doing, which made the difference; it wasn’t an accident, it was on purpose. “I’m so glad I was home for this.” Even though it wasn’t their house, it still felt like home, for him, because this was where his family was and he knew anywhere they were felt like home.

“Me too, handsome.”

Delilah tightened her arm around Jon a little and leaned her head against his side, his arm around her shoulders while they watched in awe as their son demolished that bottle.  Once AJ was done, Jon lifted him to burp him while Delilah removed her robe to crawl back into the bed, simply watching Jon and AJ together.  That little boy loved his Daddy so much and when he was gone, there was a slight change to AJ.  He was a little more temperamental and fussier than when Daddy was home.  It was almost as if the baby boy could sense when it was just him and Mommy versus Mommy and Daddy.  Letting out a loud yawn, Delilah could feel her eyes closing, trying to fight sleep, but it was inevitable and sleep won out.  She was on her side with her hand on her protruding stomach, still naked as a jaybird, and didn’t feel Jon pull the blanket up over her or see him leave the room to go walk around with a wide awake AJ.

Chapter 68

Pregnancy was naturally hard on a lot of women, but Delilah was carrying more than her fair share with everything going on around them.  Psycho lady hadn’t been caught, but she had to be close to popping that little crotch goblin, right?  Jon took AJ outside onto the screened porch with him, popping his son in his walker and then clipped the locks into place to keep it stationary.

“Sorry buddy, no wandering for you tonight.” Jon chuckled, watching as AJ listened to the sounds of the country at night, Blue parked right beside him per usual.  He stepped right out the screen door to light a cigarette, contemplating everything.  He and Delilah were stronger than ever relationship wise, but this was grating on her and he knew it.  Would she wind up giving birth here?  In New York? “Fuck…” AJ cooed, burbled something, and Jon began laughing. “Don’t let that be your first word, buddy, or Mommy will kill me.”

Mommy would first laugh and then smack Daddy for using that language in front of their son.  She was no better, letting the F word rip whenever something angered or annoyed her.  They both cussed like sailors, their kids were screwed.  Delilah already had an OBGYN set up in New York, which was about 20 minutes away, along with the hospital, so she’d be set and ready to go if she had to give birth here.  Something told her they weren’t leaving this place any time soon and their Babies R Us would be collecting dust.  Jocelyn was nowhere to be found, she was either hiding in the woods or maybe she was dead and nobody knew it. 

One thing Delilah hated was not being able to live life the way she wanted and she felt like she was being forced to hide out here for her safety as well as AJ’s.  Jon was constantly putting himself in danger by going back to work, but someone had to pay the bills and keep things running financially.  They had another baby on the way and if it was a girl, like they both assumed, she would need everything.  There would be hardly any hand-me-downs from AJ.  They were well-off financially and Jon could’ve probably retired for the rest of his life, but she also knew how much he loved wrestling and would never ask him to stop just because of a psycho bitch that didn’t understand the word no.

That was Jon’s habit of flipflopping on situations coming back to bite him, one he would probably never break himself of.  He’d say something and then do the complete opposite, like going back to ‘work’.  Or the condom thing with Delilah, which led to a second baby on the way.  Some people found it charming, his wavering and going back and forth, and most rational people thought he was an insane idiot.  He flipflopped between both, usually with a hint of amusement, because Jon was definitely insane, charming, and an idiot.  Another thing he was returning to work for was he was now getting his mail at Chris’s house in Florida, so Chris would bring it to him, as messed up as that was.  Jon didn’t want any ties to the house in New York, everything was being forwarded, which wasn’t information made public to anyone except them and the US postal service.  He was also conducting his business in motels, speaking with his lawyer that way, a bit concerned when he found out that crazy lady had stopped blowing up Khan’s cell phone.  Good for Khan, but this radio silence had him on edge.  Jon preferred to know where crazy was and what it was up too.

Admittedly, he was also heavily considering early retirement and banking all these extra paychecks and finishing out a contract, trying to set them up for life.

~!~

Jocelyn had given birth to a beautiful baby boy…and girl.  Twins!  She couldn’t believe it when they announced there was a baby hiding behind the other one.  It happened a lot more often than not because ultrasounds and heart monitors could only pick up so much in the womb.  It also explained why she had popped so early in her pregnancy too.  Their eye colors wouldn’t be known for several weeks after birth, but their hair color was wisps of blonde.  Just like their Daddy.  She was busy nursing the babies and getting healthier while still staying hidden, deciding she would not come out of hiding until they were a little older and she was healed.  Jon would for sure want to meet his twin babies and he wouldn’t be able to deny her once he saw how much they looked like him.  At least in her mind and eyes, they did, but honestly, they looked more like her, especially the girl, Sandra.  Saber and Sandra Good. 

Of course, they had their Daddy’s last name!

No name on the birth certificate and nobody would ever look at those kids and assume they were Jon’s. AJ, no doubt about it, he had his Daddy’s icy blues and his nose.  One could very easily see the blend between parents in that beautiful boy.

Jocelyn was delusional and it was going to cost her so much, more than she was prepared to lose, sadly.  Her special friend made the trip to visit her, to meet her and Jon’s twins, and she smiled wanly while he studied them. “I don’t think their eyes will change, look how beautifully blue they are.”

“His are lighter.” So, she better hope they changed.

“Jon will be so happy when he meets them, his healthy babies, our love babies…”

He wasn’t so sure about that, Moxley was a stubborn bastard for sure.  Almost as stubborn as his wife, Delilah.

Deep down, he knew who the father really was of these twins.  Fucking twins.  Why the hell would she conceive two babies instead of one?  This would complicate things even further, but there was no turning back.  He was determined to make Delilah his at last.  It was Moxley’s fault, that lunatic, her career had ended.  Not confiding in people about her problem wasn’t Delilah’s way.  She had changed and not for the better, so he would swoop in and be her knight.  Even though they hadn’t spoken in quite some time, he never forgot about her, remembering the first time he saw her in Japan, where they first met. 

That silver hair, the way she moved in the ring, captivated him and he’d fallen in love and lust with her.  Then Moxley had come back into the picture and it was as if he never existed!  Even the incident at the hospital when that asshole hadn’t been there for her for her neck surgery…He was and it didn’t matter because the moment Moxley had forced his way in, her eyes were for him only.  It was unnerving watching the way she clung to Moxley when she should’ve been treating HIM that way!  Everything would change once it came out Moxley was the father of these twins and Delilah would have no choice except to come out of hiding, wherever she was.

“It’s time for phase two of the plan now that you’re healed up and the babies are good.  You ready for this, Jocelyn?”

“Born ready.  It’s time for Jon to meet his babies and finally stop being in denial about us.”

That would never happen.  The fact that this woman refused a paternity test on grounds that weren’t even applicable.  Then stalked him and his workplace, went to his house, and then, AND THEN, went into hiding…Jon wasn’t the one in denial.  If she knew for an absolute fact that kid she was carrying was his, she would have agreed to the DNA testing that posed zero risk to the baby, given nothing even touched the baby.  But she hadn’t, instead Jocelyn had lost her mind and nothing would convince Jon that was his kid.  Even if by a snowball’s chance in hell that test somehow came back as that was his kid, he’d want nothing to do with it because he’d be terrified that he’d be stuck with her insanity for the rest of his life, in some capacity, and that insanity would be hereditary.  Jon didn’t want to take out his own flesh and blood if it ever posed a risk to another person. 

At this point, honestly, Jon was kind of hoping the woman had disappeared, crawled under a rock somewhere and just died.

He was going to hell and he knew it.

~!~

It was AEW Dynamite when none other than the current AEW World Heavyweight champion, ‘The Cleaner’ Kenny Omega, came waltzing out, wearing a crisp suit with his hair pulled back at the nape of his neck.  He wasn’t alone either.  Jon had seen this woman only once during their one night stand and she was dressed to the nines, pushing a double stroller with her.  Kenny helped her down the ramp, being careful of the twins that were strapped in and even lifted it over the ring ropes to place it in the ring.  Jocelyn smiled at him warmly, stepping through the ropes, wearing a flattering dress with her hair in a bunch of spiral blonde curls on top of her head, her makeup done to perfection. 

Kenny took the microphone, staring directly into the camera, and could hear the buzz going around the entire arena. “Well Moxley, here they are.  The family you keep dismissing and refusing to believe exists.  You can’t deny it anymore, man.  Jocelyn had to have these TWIN babies without you, how much crueler can you get?  I helped her out of the kindness of my heart and now she’s here to send you a message since you’re not here this week.” That had pissed him off to find out Moxley had taken another week off to be with his family in an undisclosed location. “Makes me wonder how Delilah puts up with you at home since you enjoy screwing everything and anything with two legs!”

Jocelyn knew all about Delilah, narrowing her eyes at the sound of the woman’s name. “She couldn’t satisfy him and that’s why he came to me because he needed a REAL woman in his bed!  Isn’t that right, Lunatic Fringe?” She laughed wickedly, stroking the stroller in a loving way. “I’m giving you one week.  One week to get your head out of your ass and come back to me or else I’ll take you for every dime you have, Moxley!  These are your babies and you WILL take care of them, whether you want to or not!  And tell that whore wife of yours if she even THINKS about getting involved, I’ll knock her flat too!”

“One week, Mox, tick-tock!”

Before Omega and Jocelyn could even think about vacating that ring, the gigantic monitor crackled, went black and then there was none other than the Purveyor of Violence himself, peering into the ‘camera’.  In this case, the camera was his cell phone, using some application to connect him to a server, thanks to the boss.  Jon was at home with his family, but as soon as that blonde bitch had been spotted, Tony Khan had called the police and him immediately.

“Tell you what, Omega, how about we handle this now?  You see, this psycho BITCH has been getting involved in my life, my family, the shit outside of that ring, and that…that really, REALLY pisses me off!”

“But you’re still hiding!”

“No, I’m with my WIFE,” His arm reached out, wrapping around Delilah’s neck and then his very pregnant, silver haired vixen was on the screen, her eyes nothing but pure ice as she took in those assholes in the ring.  Then she was gone out of the picture, not before showing off her obviously pregnant belly.

Jocelyn gnashed her teeth.

“See, when you get personal, Omega, when you get involved with my family, when my family is threatened…well, don’t think you’re going to get the Lunatic, you’re going to get the husband and the father first.  And the cops…you’re getting the cops.”

Psycho lady had been a person of interest with a warrant out for a while.  If Kenny wanted the wild man, he’d get it eventually, but right now, Jon’s number one priority was getting this cunt off his back and his name cleared.  Both of which would happen because a DNA test would show the twins weren’t his and she’d be in jail.

Cops were already making their way down, along with a social worker.

“Hey, crazy woman, I’d ask your buddy Omega to take over watching your kids or else they’re going straight into the system…” How Jocelyn thought she would ruin him and take his money or whatever was beyond him.  Jon scoffed when she began screaming. “Fucking dumb cu-” The feed cut out and ended abruptly.

Kenny was ready for this and had a lawyer on standby, wrapping an arm tightly around Jocelyn’s shoulders.  They had talked about this already and knew the cops would be right on her because she had gone into hiding due to stress in her pregnancy.  She nearly lost the twins because of how much stress Moxley put her through.  He was pissed, but allowed them to cuff her, nodding his head at her to let her know everything would be fine.  Jocelyn didn’t scream or fight, simply going with them with her head held high while Kenny was left behind with the twins.  The social worker asked him questions once they were backstage and he answered all of them, being granted temporary custody of the twins since they had no idea who the father was yet.  Kenny had a babysitter with them as well, a caretaker for the twins he was paying for out of his own pocket, trying to keep his temper in check with everything going on. 

The fact Delilah was pregnant AGAIN pissed him off greatly. 

Moxley was doing everything in his power to lock her down and he had to bite his tongue through the questioning, not saying one bad word about Moxley.  Only that it was sad the father knew these were his babies and he refused to take responsibility for them.  He also played the social worker’s heartstrings with his charm and fake sadness, explaining what all Jocelyn had been through during the final part of her pregnancy.  The social worker seemed to be sympathetic after hearing she nearly miscarried the twins.  The fact Moxley KNEW he was the father and wanted a stupid paternity test while she was pregnant, instead of simply waiting for the babies to be born, so it was safe, was also a stress factor.  Once that was done, the caretaker took the twins back to the hotel they were staying at while Kenny went down to the police station to post bail for Jocelyn.

Chapter 69

On the way there, Kenny received a call from someone he didn’t think he’d hear from again. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Omega?!  That’s my sister you’re screwing with, man, and my best friend!”

“Simply what you asked me to do a long time ago, Callihan.  I’m going to get Delilah back and nobody is going to stop me.” Kenny hung up the phone, tossing it on the passenger seat and kept driving towards the police station, narrowing his eyes. No matter what it takes, I’ll find out where she is and bring her home.

Oh that was extremely stupid and Jon bet that the judge in Ohio was PISSED that this asshat in this state allowed Jocelyn to be released on bond!  The woman and Omega had given some sob story and that judge and social worker allowed it.  That was a beautiful example of a flawed system because most lawyers, social workers, judges, and everyone else wouldn’t have batted an eyelash.  That was crap they heard every day.  Jon was LAUGHING his ass off, out on the front lawn, smoking a cigarette while being informed of what was happening.

“I want the no contact and restraining order maintained, don’t let it expire.” He told his lawyer in between chuckles.

“Jon, it’s not really that funny.  Everyone who isn’t blind or inbred from that state knows this woman is dangerous.  Getting her back into Ohio might be a problem because she already knows Ohio isn’t going to play her game.”

“I’m honestly surprised anyone has, given she keeps claiming those kids are mine, but refuses a paternity test.  TMZ is shredding her and Omega already.  That’s new.” He and Delilah were now sympathetic and articles about delusional wrestling fans and how far their obsessions went were running amok online. “Hey, I gotta go, brother-in-law is calling.”

“Jon,” Sami rarely used the man’s real name, but this was serious and he was currently smoking a cigarette outside while his wife was inside making breakfast for them. “Is my sister around?”

“She’s inside making something to eat,” Jon’s eyes narrowed suddenly, not liking the tone of Sami’s voice. “What’s going on, Sami?”

Sami explained to Jon about the very SHORT conversation he had with Kenny and what the man said. “Look man, I need to give you a head’s up before shit comes tumbling down on you guys and Kenny runs his mouth.  Back then when I told him to get Del away from you, I was pissed off and angry.  I wasn’t thinking straight and didn’t realize how much you really loved her.” Sami knew that now, but he would take responsibility for what he’d done. “I think Kenny is behind all of this, Jon, including that bitch claiming those twins are yours.  I know it’s all speculation, but I watched that segment on Dynamite last night and…Kenny sounded almost…possessive on the phone when he said he was doing what I asked him to do regarding my sister.”

Jon inhaled deeply, willing himself not to be mad because it was over and done with.  Sami had been doing what he thought was best at the time.  Stupid but best, he could tell Delilah and Sami were siblings, both had stupidly stubborn streaks that bit everyone in the backside.  No WONDER he fit in so well with them!  Jon was just as foolishly stubborn.

“So, maybe you let my lawyer know what you said to Kenny and what he just said to you.” Sami could be a witness or something when all of this inevitably went to court. “Speaking of my lawyer, he’s fixing to try tearing assholes apart because that cunt actually got out on bond because someone is a moron who can’t do his or her job.”

“Are you fucking serious?  After everything that bitch did to you, put you guys through, forced you to leave Cincy in order to go somewhere else in hiding…and they let her out on bail?  Did she lose those twins?” He was pissed when Jon informed him that was a big negatory. “That’s BULLSHIT!  What the FUCK is wrong with our justice system, man?!” Growling, Sami was not amused and willing to do whatever it took to bring Kenny and this bitch Jocelyn to their knees. “What’s your lawyer’s number?  I’ll call right now and tell them everything, man.  I’m really sorry for this, I feel like if I wouldn’t have said anything to Omega, none of this would be happening right now to you guys…” His sister was going to kick his teeth down his throat.

“Well, obviously, someone out there is a moron for thinking letting her out is okay after all this shit, especially since her ass is wanted in…she’s wanted in Ohio and that other state didn’t extradite her either.  They released her on bond…I wonder if they can do that with her having outstanding warrants.” Personally, Jon didn’t think what Sami had said to Omega mattered since the dick would do what he was going to do.  Omega was obviously just as crazy as Jocelyn if he thought there was a flying rat’s ass of a chance to get Delilah back. “I’d bet those are his kids.”

“Oh, you don’t stop, do you?” Sami groaned at the accusation. “First the extradition thing, then this…and nobody has common sense…”

“Basically.”

The twins weren’t seen on television, so he had no idea what they looked like, but Sami would bet money Jon was right on the money. “You really believe Omega is the father of those brats, don’t you?”

“Makes sense, doesn’t it?  He’s the one who kept her in hiding and protected her, got her out on bail…it wouldn’t be surprising at all if she fucked him before me.  Wouldn’t surprise me if he set all of this up too.” Jon stroked his chin thoughtfully, taking another deep drag of his cigarette and flicked ash away while Blue continued running around, chasing a butterfly.  Fall would be upon them before long, then winter, and he really didn’t want to spend a winter in New York, even with how nice this place was.

“Is there a way to prove that, though?  If you’re right…and I think you might be…the only way to prove Kenny is the father would be a test…” Sami really hated how all of this began piecing together between him and Jon, groaning. “Fuck, do you think Kenny used that chick and sent her after you?  What if he found out she was a goddamn fan of yours and urged her to go after you?  Man…I’m gonna kick the shit out of him if that’s the case, bro…”

“It wouldn’t surprise me, your sister has a way of attracting crazies.” Jon could not keep the dark humor out of his voice.

“Yeah, Omega AND you.  Let’s not forget that this bitch is probably one of your messed-up Moxley Messies from back in the day, you know, one of those crazies who carved themselves up.  Did you, uh, notice anything like that?”

“If I did, I don’t remember.  The most I remember about that night was that I wrapped it before I even thought about sticking it, even in foreplay.  And it sucked so bad I tried to mentally bleach it and swore I’d never go for any pussy, but…well, you know.” It was ALMOST like talking to his best friend again, almost, and Jon had nearly gotten tripped up in that feeling, clearing his throat. “Sorry.”

“No, man, I get what you’re saying.  So, she’s legally obligated to submit for a test?”

“Yeah, we pushed that issue months ago and then everything started escalating and the state of Ohio is going to shred her ass if she ever gets here.”

It felt really great to talk to Jon like this again, after all this time.  Sami never thought he’d accept the marriage between his sister and best friend, someone he thought to be a brother at one point.  Now they were actually brothers through marriage.  He’d been so stupid and stubborn, thinking the worse of his best friend and judging him because of his past.  That wasn’t fair at all.  Sami understood why Jon was so pissed at him and possibly hurt too.  All he’d ever done since leaving the WWE was prove he had changed and that included marrying Delilah, meaning his vows instead of treating them like a joke.

“She has to go back to Ohio before anything can be done.  Seriously?  Why can’t they just send the warrant across state lines to arrest her ass and keep her locked up until they extradite her?” What the hell was wrong with the judge in the city AEW was in?!

Now, Jon and Sami had a common enemy that was threatening two people they both loved dearly and would put their lives on the line for: Delilah and AJ.  Then there was the next baby on the way, of course. “I’d imagine they had an obligation to surrender her ass to Ohio when, if, they ran her.  The woman has been making headlines for a while, going missing like she did, hell…there was even wanted shit out about her and all that.  So, from my understanding, they were supposed to send her back to Ohio because of her warrants.” Basically, like he had already said, someone was really stupid and had dropped the ball on this because the law was the law and someone had ignored it.  Or been paid really well to ignore it. “You should go to AEW…”

Sami leaned back against the post on the porch, sliding his fingers through his hair as the thought flooded through his mind. “You know, we never did reunite as the Switchblade Conspiracy, like we were originally going to…” Kenny Omega had alienated a lot of people in the company since becoming the AEW champion, reaching the top of the mountain.  Narrowing his eyes, Sami looked up at the sky and wondered if Jessica would mind if he left Impact and went to AEW. “I think it’s about fucking time The Cleaner met the Switchblades.  What about your gig with BCC, though?  They gonna be cool with you hot potatoing between them and me, if I decide to do this?”

“Regal has things under control and he’s good for me taking a bit of a break.”

Jon had received a text from his old friend and mentor, His Lordship, one from Chris, and everyone else as well.  Omega had made a LOT of enemies out of those previously indifferent, alienated people tonight.  Even with his crazy, brash ways, Jon was liked and respected by nearly all within AEW and the world of professional wrestling, in general.  Omega had also committed the cardinal sin of wrestlers everywhere who WEREN’T the WWE: One did NOT bring personal, family issues into the business.

“I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if the Switchblades and the BCC got a little mixed up from time to time, given what’s going on.”

“All right, let’s do it.  I wanna do whatever I can to protect our family.” Jon had always been family, even before he married Delilah, but now it was official. “I know I gotta contact Khan and get the ball rolling, but first things first, I’m gonna contact your lawyer about this shit, tell him about the phone call with Omega, and then contact Khan.  I need you to send me all the info, so I can get this shit going.” Kenny wouldn’t know what hit him because Sami was hoping to show up on Dynamite next Wednesday, six days from now, and beating the AEW champion into a bloody pulp. “Give that nephew of mine a big hug and tell him he’s gonna be seeing his favorite Uncle Sami really soon.  And tell my sister I love her too.”

Sami was on speakerphone, so Delilah overheard everything and felt tears sting her eyes at those words. “I love you too, brother.  And I WILL be watching Dynamite next week.  I can’t wait to see you both team up again just like the old days.”

“Aww shit, Del!  You’re a sneaky asshole!”

So much for a private conversation, it was like his sister had to be included into everything.  Sami rolled his eyes, wondering if Jon had done that on purpose. “You suck, Mox.”

“Hey man, she was inside when I came out here!  I wasn’t aware she followed me.” Jon said honestly, because at the time, she had been tending to AJ and cursing a blue streak about how Omega needed to be cleaned up once and for all, or something to that effect. 

Good thing AJ wouldn’t remember anything his mother said since she was extremely livid over this situation.  Jon was laughing a little bit, wrapping his arm around her waist.  He had to wonder if she heard his other conversation with his lawyer prior to Sami calling.

“The only thing I heard was your idea to become the Switchblades again in AEW.  Nothing prior to that, I was busy putting AJ down for a nap.  Like I would interrupt your bro moment?” She chuckled softly, leaning into Jon and kissed the top of his head since she was towering over him for a change.  It was only because he was seated, otherwise it’d be the opposite. “I came to tell you that dinner is almost ready, so finish up your bromance conversation and it’ll be waiting for you on the table.” Dropping a kiss on his lips, she rolled her eyes at Sami muttering something about her being a nosy woman and flipped the phone off promptly. “I’m gonna kick you square in your ass when I see you next, brother.  Writing checks your ass can’t cash.”

“Sorry Del, you’re squishy, pregnant ass ain’t kicking anything.” Sami snorted, not fazed at all, though he would probably let her given she was pregnant.  She hadn’t been in a ring in quite some time and she definitely wasn’t in shape nor had she been training.  He would have usually teased her about serious rust and not being able to throw even a punch, about going soft, but…he still wasn’t in the mood. “I’m going to make some calls.  Mox, send me the information for your lawyer.”

“Yeah man, on it, I’ll let him know to expect to hear from you.” Just so Sami’s call or message didn’t get lost in the shuffle.

“What’s that about?” Delilah asked once the call ended, raising a brow at Jon shaking his head and told her not to worry about it.

Jon was smart and refused to telling his pregnant wife about Sami’s confession.  She really would remove his balls and feed them to her brother if she found out Kenny was coming after them because of what he said.  There was nothing to gain by telling Delilah the truth, that would stay between him and Sami.  If they were going to rebuild their friendship and brotherhood, this was the first step to do that.  There was just some things Delilah didn’t need to know about her brother.

“Well, whatever it is, I trust you, Jon, so come on, time for dinner.” Delilah was slowly but surely changing, relinquishing her old habit of needing to know everything and always needing to be in control.  Sometimes, it was nice for someone else to be in charge of things. “I really can’t wait to see you and Sami back together in the ring.  Tony Khan is a moron if he doesn’t see the money with you two and the fact you’re gonna go after Omega is even better.”

To be fair, she just didn’t need to know that in a moment of frustration and anger, Sami had said something to the wrong man.  Did Jon personally think that Sami was the catalyst for Omega’s behavior?  Nope.  Any man who had done what Omega did would have done it with or without that little boost.  All telling her would have done was get her pissed off with Sami and ruin the relationship they had been repairing.  It wasn’t worth the turmoil.  The more people on their side during this situation, the better.

“Be nice, Khan is anything but a moron.” That man was also on their side, providing testament and evidence about Jocelyn’s erratic behavior and the extremes she would go to while also avoiding the law.

Shit was going to hit the fan and Tony was waiting with popcorn for it.

Chapter 70

“I said IF he doesn’t see money with you two.  I didn’t say he was.” Delilah corrected with a snort, making Jon’s plate and set it down in front of him at the table before getting her own, carrying the baby monitor with her. 

It was a camera, so they could watch AJ sleep peacefully while eating.  She had gotten it off Amazon since Jon was scared to leave the baby alone at any given time, even when he was napping.  She understood why because of the SIDs, but the man also couldn’t live in fear forever either and Delilah wanted to make noise as much as she wanted while fucking her husband or making love.  Having AJ in the same room as them was getting to be rather redundant when there was a perfectly good room just beside theirs and a camera was set up in there as well, so they could keep an eye on things.  Jon was against it at first, but after Delilah explained to him they needed some alone time when he was home, and the upcoming new baby that would be taking it all up, along with AJ, he caved AFTER she showed him the lovely camera baby monitor.

“I tried something new, is it okay?”

She had won the SIDs thing because of AJ’s age and the camera thing.  Jon hoped she was ready for round two with a newborn because Jon wasn’t caving on that one.  He never understood the need for a second room for a baby, especially one under the age of three months, when having baby in the room was so much more convenient.  He got why a lot of women did that now.  However, he also understood her point about needing their private time without fear of waking up the kid.  Parenting sucked sometimes.

“It’s good, darlin’.” Jon complimented after his first bite, studying his plate.  Delilah could cook, there was no two ways about that.  It was one of the highlights of coming home, knowing a decent, hot meal not from a diner or something was waiting on him.  Also, those lovely bouncing breasts. “I spoke with the lawyer out there.  He’s letting the judge in Ohio know about bitch state basically breaking the law by not extraditing her to Ohio.”

“Good to hear.  I can’t believe they actually let her go on bail.  If I had to guess, I’d say Kenny pulled some major strings.” She sighed heavily, wondering why they would make the announcement now and figured it was due to the fact the babies had been born. “Regardless, we really need to get that paternity test done, so we can officially rule you as NOT the father of those twins.  And we need to get it done before our baby is born, so the whore better comply.” Her voice dropped an octave while she stabbed at the cut up potatoes with her fork like they’d personally done her wrong. “Those twins should be taken away from her too because she is not fit to be a mother of any caliber.”

“Yeah, if only I could make her do it, but I can’t.” Jon was playing this all by the books.  He wasn’t responding to anything from that bitch directly and communicated everything through his lawyer.  Tonight had been at Omega, which he still had a hard time wrapping his head around. “And if Omega pulled some strings, I hope the judge who let himself be pulled thinks it was worth it because that’s a federal law that was broken.” Jon now knew that, thanks to his lawyer and a Google search.  Apparently, any state that picked up someone with a warrant from another state was supposed to immediately extradite if they wouldn’t pursue their own charges. “Before it’s all said and done, those kids will wind up in the system and, as fucked up as it sounds, they’ll probably be better off there.”

“Agreed.  My heart goes out to those kids though and her.” Jon raised a brow at Delilah and she smiled at him sadly, reaching over to take his hand, squeezing it gently. “I know how charming Kenny can be and he more than likely put her up to all of this.  It doesn’t excuse what she’s doing to you, but it wouldn’t surprise me a bit if those kids wound up being his.” Jon had said the same thing to Sami during their conversation.  Once again, she had read his mind and it showed they were on the same page. “I just hope she gets away from him and stops her antics before things get even worse, like her ending up in prison or something like that.  Those kids need their mother, but she also needs to be mentally stable too.”

“Sami made a good point, she was probably already one of those crazed fans and him nudging her sent her past the point of crazed into insane.” Just like Sami thought he had ‘nudged’ Omega over the point from crazy to insane, Omega had probably done that to Jocelyn. “Chances are, she’s got family and those kids will go to the family if their Dad don’t step up…or isn’t in jail.” Jon knew without a doubt in his heart, those kids were not his.  He remembered crazy lady being upset about the condom, even BEFORE foreplay; he hadn’t been about to risk pre-cum with this bitch.  Now his wife…entirely different.  However, he hadn’t caved, it had been his condom, his wallet, no holes, and it hadn’t broken. “Sometimes, darlin’, people are just bad and there’s nothing that’s going to change it.”

Some people did change, though.  Like her.  Delilah had changed drastically from the person she was back in 2019 to who she was now.  A professional wrestler turned fulltime parent due to a neck injury that had ended her career.  She had been lost on what to do with herself and when Jon refused to give her a baby, Delilah had quietly snapped and became very vindictive and a con-artist.  Granted, they didn’t regret having AJ or the little one growing inside of her, but at the time she wasn’t in a good place. 

Her career, her dream, was over and she had been searching for a new one, a new purpose. 

Money spoke volumes with people, and she had no doubt in her mind Kenny had paid Jocelyn to do this, to go after Jon, because women were vindictive, manipulative bitches.  She had been one and luckily, their marriage had survived through chaos, turmoil, lies, deceit…and somehow, someway, they were stronger now than when they first got married.  It was funny how everything worked out all because she had run away to Ohio to have their child…it forced Jon to follow and not being able to keep their hands off each other was also a factor too.

“I love you.” Delilah was blessed to have a man that actually loved and cared about her, as well as their children, willing to do whatever it took to protect them. “And I plan on showing you just how much once our food settles, if AJ cooperates.” Rising from the table, she took her plate to the sink since it was empty and rinsed it off, a content smile on her face.

“I fucking hope so.” Jon grunted, not bothering to compare similarities and differences between the two women, who were both supposedly pregnant by him and his super semen.

They were both crazy and he left it at that, knowing he attracted a type.  Now, he was fine with that, providing it was Delilah because her crazy NOW matched his, especially since they were both on the straight and narrow, hopefully.  He was on his second plate, having gotten up to make his own and leaned against the counter as he ate, watching her starting to tidy up the kitchen.

“Either way, Del, the fact she refuses a basic DNA test, a simple blood draw, tells us everything.” He was a bit curious if they could return home now to Cincinnati.  That bitch wouldn’t DARE step a willing foot in Ohio, she’d go straight to jail without bond this time and it wasn’t like she would try breaking into their house with two kids on her tits.

“Of course, because if those were your babies, she wouldn’t have a problem doing any kind of test to prove it.” She was washing dishes, rinsing them before placing them in the strainer, not wanting to deal with dirty dishes in the morning.  That was the worst and a pet peeve of hers.  The kitchen had to be clean, spotless, after every meal. “Jon…” Would he get upset with her if she said what was on her mind? “I don’t want to have our baby here.  Don’t get me wrong, this is a really nice place and area, but…it’s not Cincy.  Now that she’s come out of hiding and the police are on her like flies on shit, do we have to stay here?  I want to go home…”

“See, I love you.” Jon put his half-eaten plate down in order to cup her face, even with her hands in the dishes, and planted a smacking kiss on her forehead with a smile. “It’s like you read my mind sometimes, babe.”

If psycho woman honestly thought those were his kids, she would have been VERY glad to prove it in a court of law where he would have NO CHOICE, but to accept the results.  Since she had refused and basically had a very public panic attack about it, even going as far as breaking the no contact order and then letting everything happen tonight in the AEW ring.  Jocelyn looked like a sad, desperate, insane person.

“I was thinking about Cincy,” Jon explained at her bemused look, returning to his plate. “Let’s wait and hear what the lawyer says after he talks to the judge.  He’s pretty damn sure Ohio is about to make this shit blow up for not doing the extradition.  If he says they are, we’ll go home, okay?”

The golden specks in her brown eyes lit up like stars at those words and the biggest smile crossed her face. “Really?”

They had been here for a little over four months and her next OB appointment would reveal the sex of their baby.  They both thought about being surprised, but decided against it.  In their hearts, they knew it was a girl and wanted it verified.  The pregnancy was completely different with this one compared to AJ, such as a lot more morning sickness and a different craving.

“And I love you too.”

The baby started making a fuss and Jon had just taken his last bite, setting his place on the counter before going to take care of AJ.  Home, they would be able to return to their Babies R Us and that made the hope burn in her heart more.  This whole fiasco was almost over, it would be behind them soon enough, hopefully before the baby was born.

If Delilah stepped a foot back in Ohio, Kenny would know about it since he was having the house watched, currently.  After what she pulled with her husband on Dynamite, he owed her one and planned on delivering a swift punishment…as soon as Jon went back on the road.  He had a surprise for Mr. and Mrs. Moxley they wouldn’t soon forget.  Because at the next Dynamite, he wouldn’t be there, he would be HERE, in Cincinnati, Ohio, broadcasting to the world what he did to the silver-haired bitch.

Jon was assuming no rational person would come to that state.  He wasn’t even thinking along the lines of Kenny doing something simply because of what the man had already done on AEW.  Kenny had publicly made himself an accomplice of a wanted woman.  Was Jocelyn a fugitive now?  So, if she was, did that make Kenny someone who was aiding and abetting?  The idea of that gave Jon and the warm and fuzzies because then that meant two asshole birds would be knocked out with one stone.  It was beautiful, really.  He knew they both wanted to go back home pretty badly, but…he’d rather not get all happy just yet either.  Because dashed hopes sucked.

“What do you think, buddy?  Think we might get out of here before winter snows us in?” East coast winters were not fun to deal with at all.

AJ clapped his hands, drooling all over because he was popping another tooth out at the moment.

~!~

“HOLY HELL, THAT’S SAMI CALLIHAN!!  THE NEW HORROR, SAMI CALLIHAN, FROM IMPACT WRESTLING, IS HERE IN AEW!!”

The fans were going ballistic for him as he stalked down to the ring with a purpose, his eyes zeroed in on the AEW World Heavyweight champion, who had just delivered a One-Winged Angel to Jon Moxley.  Kenny was pissed that Delilah still hadn’t come out of hiding yet, so he decided to take his frustrations out on Jon, hoping she was watching.  He’d been talking trash to Jon, just loud enough for him to hear and not the cameras to pick up, when an unfamiliar music blared through the speakers.

Tony Khan was grinning from ear to ear, clapping his hands at the reaction the crowd was giving Sami Callihan.

Sami flew through the ropes right at Kenny, knocking him to the mat and began pounding him with his fists, feeling the adrenaline course through his veins.  He waited for Kenny to stumble to his feet, on shaky legs, and delivered a devastating LTR – Lariat To Remember – knocking him flat on the mat and OUT.  Breathing heavily, Jon had managed to finally get to his feet, holding his jaw and the two men stood face to face in the ring, the fans cheering louder and louder.

SWITCHBLADES, SWITCHBLADES, SWITCHBLADES!!

“This crowd is JAKKED, and I can’t believe what I’m seeing before me, ladies and gentlemen!!  Is this the reunion of the Switchblade Conspiracy unfolding before our very eyes?!”

Sami extended his hand to Jon Moxley, their eyes remaining locked, and his heart was pounding so hard, it was thundering in his ears.  The fans wanted this, and they were about to get it, but only if Moxley accepted his hand and his help to bring down Kenny Omega once and for all.

“After what Omega did to Jon Moxley’s family, all the dirty laundry out here last week with that woman, Jocelyn, I never expected Sami Callihan to show up here in AEW.  And I don’t know if anyone knows this or not, but Sami Callihan is the brother of Delilah, the former AEW Women’s champion and Jon Moxley’s wife!” Tony Schiavone explained through the headset, his own heart pounding because this was a moment that would remembered for years to come.

Finally putting an end to the fan’s misery, Moxley took the offered hand and the two men shook before pulling each other in for one armed hugs.  Then, they parted and turned to look down at Kenny Omega.  Jon’s lawyer had advised them to remain where they were for another week or so, just to see what happened.  The woman had only just come out of hiding and he wanted to make sure the state of Ohio would aggressively pursue this.  To be fair, Jon was also praying Omega went to prison or something for aiding and abetting this bitch.  He was also enjoying the idea of being able to legally beat his ass alongside his brother-in-law, which…they started doing.

There was no definitive proof that Kenny had aided and abetted Jocelyn and Kenny’s lawyer was working around the clock to stop any course of action from Ohio.  It was frustrating because clearly this woman had mental health issues and wasn’t deemed fit to be a mother, but unfortunately, Kenny was helping her by providing the lawyer and everything.

Did he really think this would work?  Delilah couldn’t believe what Kenny was doing and all the help he was giving this lunatic fangirl that didn’t know Jon from a hole in the ground!  She was MARRIED, she was Jon’s wife, and Kenny had to get over it.  Delilah had no idea her brother was partially to blame for this by asking Kenny to get her away from Jon.  However, Kenny was his own person, had a mind of his own, and CHOSE to do this of his own accord.  A gun wasn’t held up to his head or anything like that, he was doing this out of spite because she refused to be with him AFTER their time together in Japan.  She had broken up with him because he stayed in Japan while she headed back to the states to pursue her career.  Honestly, it was a fling with Kenny, it wasn’t a relationship because they’d never established anything past casual sex.  Delilah wished to the heavens she’d never gotten involved with him in the first place, then none of this would be happening.

“Destroy him, Switchblades.” She hissed at the television while feeding AJ, having him on the couch beside her in his boppy pillow.

Given that Kenny had not only come out on LIVE television with this psycho woman, on top of immediately bailing her out of jail, the circumstantial evidence was more than enough.  Jon’s lawyer was pushing for him to be brought in for questioning and potential charges.  That lawyer was one expense Jon had absolutely no issue in paying because the man was tenacious and aggressive, Jon LOVED it.

“Come on, bitch!” Jon gestured that slime back into the ring when Omega stopped, dropped, and rolled his right out of it, growling.

“Piece of shit…Mox?”

Jon slid out of the ring to cut off Kenny while Sami took an aerial route.

“WOOOO, GO SAMI!!” Delilah cheered, fist pumping the air and laughed at the look AJ gave her, grinning from ear to ear. “Look little man, that’s Daddy and Uncle Sami beating up a bad guy!” She lifted him up to set him on her lap, clapping his little hands together.

“Stay away from my sister, you hear me?  She doesn’t want you, prick!  She’s happy with Moxley and pregnant, so if you go near her, I’ll fucking murder you, Kenny.  Don’t fuck with my family ever again.” Sami growled in his ear, making sure it was only him who heard while he bled profusely from the forehead, after being busted open with a steel chair. 

They both looked up at each other and nodded as Sami rose to his feet, stomping right on Kenny’s face for good measure, hoping he broke his nose.

Oh, that was probably bad.  Most things could be explained away in the ring since violence was legally sanctioned and all, but there was no denying that there was some seriously bad blood between them all.  Thanks to Kenny deciding to get involved in Jon and Delilah’s personal affairs with a psycho woman.  However…it was done and Jon couldn’t deny feeling pleasure at the sight of Kenny all bloody and broken.  Snorting, he draped an arm around Sami’s neck, both of them backing away.

“Stay away from my wife!” Next time there would be barbed wire involved. 

In fact, maybe Kenny needed that blast from the past, some roses wrapped in barbed wire, like he had done seemingly a lifetime ago, when he and Delilah had first started dating.

“Stay away from my sister, prick!” Sami growled, really hoping Kenny got it through his head to leave Delilah alone or there would be hell to pay. 

This was a warning. 

Next time, they’d show no mercy.

Chapter 71

I wish I was there to hug you both right now!  I love you both so much! Delilah texted that to her brother, tears rolling down her cheeks because of what they did for her on national television.

Tony Khan sighed as he walked up to Jon Moxley and Sami Callihan, handing them the paperwork they had to sign. “Thanks for agreeing to do this, gentlemen.” They both nodded, scrawling their signatures on the paper before handing it back to the boss.  They were covering their backsides in case Kenny tried coming after them for assault with the hopefully broken nose he now had.

“I could really use a beer right now, but I know you don’t drink anymore…so what the hell do you do to celebrate if not with beer and booze, Mox?  Juice?”

“Um… I can do a non-alcoholic beer.”

It was never the taste of those things that had been his problem.  It was the feeling of being blissfully drunk afterwards or being pain free and able to relax and sleep.  Jon didn’t think he was going to relapse over a non-alcoholic beer, but he didn’t want to hit a bar either.  He might’ve felt compelled to party and get sloshed, given his former habits and that was something he was definitely going to avoid.

“Let’s hit a shop and we can get our respective drinks, I also need smokes.” Fortunately for him, this was a state that allowed indoor smoking hotel rooms, which he had booked. “You drive, I want to text Del.”

“I’m down with that, man.”

Sami clapped him on the back, feeling on a major high after debuting on Dynamite AND beating the hell out of Kenny Omega.  He could tell Jon was on that same adrenaline high as well, but he was also a family man that had put Delilah and AJ above everything else.  Sami was wrong about Jon and it took him a very long time to see what kind of man his sister married.  He felt like the biggest asshole in the world for not supporting them from the beginning.  Tonight was the beginning to rekindling that bond and friendship they’d lost for the past almost 3 years.

“Oh, she texted me, actually.  Would you look at that?” He handed his phone to Jon while firing up the car, both men smirking. Love you too sis, I’m sorry.

That bit about what Sami had said to Kenny would remain between him and Jon unless Omega decided to spill the beans himself.  However, Jon didn’t think Delilah was going to hold it against her brother given Sami had said it in a moment of anger and hurt, and she and Jon both had made WAY bigger mistakes in their marriage with each other.  It’d be hypocritical at this point to ball bust someone else for something so minor said in a heat of the moment.  Quite frankly, Sami had been right on the money about Jon being a deviant son of a bitch.  He HAD married her without her fully being able to consent properly…drunkenly.  Sami didn’t need to know that nugget of information, though.

Mr. Cleaner is probably regretting his life right now.

Even with how angry Delilah had been at Jon, after leaving him in Vegas and moving back to Cincinnati, she hadn’t told Sami about the manipulative marriage.  There was a big enough rift between the men, and she didn’t want it expanding further.  It was between her and Jon, nobody else, and it would stay that way.  That was one secret they would both take the grave with them.  Despite how it happened, Delilah loved Jon and was so in love with him, her sober heart WANTED to marry him.  It didn’t matter how intoxicated she was, his kisses lit her blood on fire that night and when she told him anything, she meant it.

I love you and I hope he finally got the damn message that you’re the only man I want.

For his sake I hope so.  Maybe if we offer to not whip his ass AND try to get him some lesser jail time he’d take the fucking hint? Probably not because Kenny Omega was a moron.  The fact that this nimrod got involved AGAIN, after Jon had made it abundantly clear the last time they danced, Delilah was off the market, after Delilah had him escorted out of the hospital for her neck surgery….He was an idiot of the highest caliber.  He was a little cockroach that just wouldn’t go away and stay dead. I love you too, how’s my kid?

OUR kid is perfectly fine and was clapping for his Daddy and Uncle Sami during that beatdown.  And our second one I felt move tonight for the first time as soon as you came on the screen. Delilah knew he’d love hearing that because that meant when he made it back to them and felt her belly, the baby would be moving. “One more week here and then hopefully, we can go home, little man.  Home to our Babies R Us and bring your sister in the world the right way.”

Setting her phone down, she changed him and then laid him down on the floor on his stomach for some tummy time, knowing that would wear him out.  AJ was getting stronger and bigger by the day, it amazed her just how fast time was flying by.  And she too was growing as she took a video of AJ for a minute or two and then sent it to Jon to watch.

We miss you, Daddy. That was what it was titled.

AJ promptly rolled right onto his back, laughing in delight, and turned his head to watch his mommy.

Jon was chuckling as he watched that video, hearing Delilah muttering something about tummy time be damned before it ended. Miss you too, babe. He pocketed his cell when Sami pulled into a liquor store. “Mmm, how about I give you cash for what I want?”

“Sounds good.”

~!~

“Would you like to know the sex?”

Delilah bit her bottom lip, hating that Jon was missing this ultrasound, but at least they were back in Cincinnati again.  Jessica was watching AJ at the moment while she was having her second ultrasound of the pregnancy, where the sex would be revealed. “Since my husband isn’t here, is there a way to write it on a piece of paper and put it in an envelope, so when he gets home, we can open it together?” Jon would be in the day after tomorrow and she wanted them to find out together, even if it wasn’t at the actual appointment.

The technician smiled at her warmly, nodding. “Of course, Mrs. Good, that’s perfectly fine.  I won’t reveal it then.”

“Thank you.”

Walking out of the building about an hour later, after setting up countless appointments, Delilah headed home after stopping to grab a quick bite to eat. They did as we asked, so when you get home on Friday, we’ll open the envelope together.  I refuse to know without you, handsome. She sent Jon that message while waiting in the drive-thru for her food.

Thank you, darlin’.

She had told him this was what she was planning on doing if he couldn’t be there, so they could both learn at the same time and he really hated his job for the umpteenth time this year.  Jon was ready to call it a day half the time, but right now, Omega was on the road and Jon figured wherever that shit brick was, it’s where he also needed to be.  Jocelyn couldn’t step FOOT in the state of Ohio without getting picked up and the fact that there was a warrant out for her arrest, well…he was just waiting for the good news that the bitch had been picked up and was on her way back to face the music.

I’m thinking about catching a flight tomorrow night after the show.  Be home sometime really early AM.

Sounds good, we can’t wait to see you.  I’ll be up with AJ waiting for you.  Let me know around what time you’ll be here.

Delilah loved how close they were and couldn’t remember the last time her and Jon fought.  They had small little arguments, but not a full-blown fight.  Before, they had argued and fought a lot, but once the smoke cleared and they both learned to compromise and communicate, everything was absolutely amazing.  All Delilah wanted and craved for was Jon coming home from the road and kissing him, touching him, feeling him hold her in his arms while they slept in bed together after making love.  And of course watching him be the best father on planet earth.

“I have a feeling as soon as he walks through the door, the first thing he’s gonna do is greet AJ, rub my belly, and then demand us to open the envelope.” She chuckled, knowing Jon like a book and glanced at the envelope sticking out of her purse.  A boy or girl. “It has to be a girl.  If it’s not, I’m going to be shocked.”

“She’s got the results, she had them put it in an envelope and didn’t let him tell her anything, so we can open them together.” Jon was chuckling, shaking his head when Sami said he needed another nephew. “Nope, it’s a girl.  A beautiful girl with her mother’s chocolate brown and golden eyes.” He was even mulling over some girl names, not bothering with anything for a son.  It was going to be egg on his face if he was getting another boy. “Besides, you know you want a sweet little niece.”

“Nope, all boys, I won’t worry about boys like I would a girl…who’ll have boys chasing her.”

Jon frowned slightly, considering it. “Hmm, I didn’t think about that one…good thing she’ll have an older brother to protect her, huh?”

Sami chuckled, imagining AJ knocking out someone who even looked at his baby sister wrong and nodded his head. “Damn straight, we’ll make sure the boy can scrap too.  Anyone comes within five feet of her and KAPOW!”

“You find out what you and Jess are having yet?”

“Nope, she wants it to be a surprise, so everything is neutral colored.” Sami shook his head, not understanding why they couldn’t find it out, but Jessica was adamant. “I swear to fucking Christ, if it’s a girl, I’m gonna lose my shit.  How the fuck am I gonna raise a girl?” Jon was laughing at him and he popped his friend upside the head, growling that it wasn’t funny. “I still can’t believe she’s pregnant.  I blame you and Del for jinxing us.”

“Well, on the bright side, if it’s a girl, you don’t have to worry about circumcisions…”

“Yeah, that’s about the ONLY upside and that’s just until she has her period, then I’m fucked.” Jessica had flat out told him, if it was a boy, she wasn’t dealing with the ‘uncapped’ part of their potential son until it was healed.  That woman had a MILLION and one jokes about turning a ‘hoodie’ into a ‘turtleneck’ and as a male, Sami didn’t find it all that amusing.

“See, periods are easy.  Chocolate, heating pad, and whatever preferred pain killer…also, don’t say anything stupid.”

“But how do I know what they consider stupid at that time of the month?”

“Just don’t talk.”

~!~

“Are you ready for this?”

Golden brown eyes looked back at her husband of six years, a bright smile crossing her face. “Born ready, Moxley.” Delilah tossed her arms around his neck, passionately kissing him and pouring every ounce of love into it she could muster up. “I love you, thank you for always supporting me, handsome.”

Jocelyn dropped the paternity test and admitted to the truth of the matter.  Jonathan David Good was not the father of her twins.  She cut a deal with the authorities, along with Kenny’s lawyer, and admitted to Kenny being the father instead.  Kenny was brought in, under false pretenses, and submitted to a blood test alongside Jocelyn, who refused to meet his eyes.  Sure enough, it took a couple weeks to come back, but Kenny was indeed the father of the twins.  Saber and Sandra Omega.  Kenny really didn’t think the twins were his, but once he found out, he had a complete nervous breakdown and checked himself into a mental institution.  Luckily, before that, he had dropped the AEW title to Maxwell Jacob Friedman, MJF, so there was no ties to AEW and Tony Khan told him when he was ready to come back, there would be a contract with his name on it.

Months passed by with both Jon and Sami being surprised with baby girls for Jon’s second child and Sami’s first.  After talking it over with Delilah, they both decided to be surprised for their second child.  She didn’t mind it and they had torn the envelope up, both knowing in their heart they were having a baby girl.  They were not disappointed and Sami instantly fell in love with his own daughter.  It was a hard choice for the name, but Jon and Delilah both decided on the name Lilah Rose Good.  They wanted to play off her name a little, Jon was insistent on it, and they came up with Lilah, calling her Lily for short.  She was eight pounds, nine ounces and 20 inches long, completely healthy with wisps of dishwater blonde hair and wound up with her mother’s golden brown eyes.

Currently, Lilah was three years old and AJ was five, soon going on six.

Jon hated being away from his family, so after having another long discussion with Delilah about what to do regarding their family of four, she came up with a solution.  They bought a luxury bus that comfortable fit their family and because Delilah was back on the road, around the ring…her love for wrestling reignited once again.  Jon was against it at first, but she was determined to get back in the ring and had gone to the doctor to check how her neck was doing.  Turns out, the fusion was completely healed and she was cleared to return to the ring, so Jon called in a veteran that he knew would help her out.

Amy Dumas, who was also known as the infamous Lita in WWE.

With Amy’s help, Delilah started to train, getting back into shape by doing CrossFit, and began taking bumps in the ring.  Amy put her through the ringer, making sure to work that neck as much as possible without causing too much damage.  Tonight was Delilah’s triumphant return, after nearly two years of training and getting back into shape.  She was facing Britt Baker, her best friend, the DMD, and the currently AEW Women’s champion.  She was going for the title, the story revolving around redemption since Britt had been the one to put her out of action for years.  It was the perfect storyline and the closing of the story would be tonight, along with a new beginning for Delilah and the second half of her career as both AEW women’s champion, Jon Moxley’s wife, and a mother all wrapped up in one.

Admittedly, Jon wasn’t happy with this match and who she was fighting against.  He knew it had been an off night for Britt and she had definitely upped her game in the years since, made sure she never repeated that mistake of ending someone’s career again, but still…it messed with him.  Delilah having her first match back with the woman who had nearly destroyed her life.  Well, that was giving Britt TOO much credit, she had definitely shelved Delilah.  Delilah had muddled the rest up because of her former stubborn streak.

“I never thought you’d become a babysitter, man.”

“I’m fucking getting old, Mox, baby.” Chris hated admitting that, but it was true and these two needed someone to eyeball the kiddies.  He was in that phase of kids almost out of the house or gone and no grandkids.  Hopefully, none for a while. “Besides, look at those leather jackets!”

Jon facepalmed himself, shaking his head when AJ and Lily both turned to show off said leather jackets, which read: Chris Jericho’s Lil Man for AJ and the same thing only Lil Lady for Lily. “You’re an ass…”

“Wait till they get their first light-up jackets…”

“Oh my god, you didn’t…”

Chris grinned with sparkling blues. “I did.  They’re going to be super cute for their 4^th and 6^th birthdays!”

“Christ…” Delilah and Jon both said it at the same time, shaking their heads and felt his arms wrap around her waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder.  She could feel her husband’s worry and winked at Chris before taking Jon’s hand to pull him to the other side of the dressing room, placing her hands on his bare chest. “What can I do to relax you and ease your mind?  I’ve been training for this and I even practiced with Britt for the past month.  We’ve got this down and I’d never do anything to take me away from you and the kids.  Britt will protect my neck and everything will be fine.  I trust her with my life.” Jon had been to every single practice, watching, coaching, helping them figure out spots they could do safely because of her neck, alongside Amy. “And just wait until tonight after I win that title, we’re gonna have a celebration for the ages, thanks to Chris taking the kids for the night.”

Uncle Chris had some much needed time to make up for with his godchildren.

Chapter 72

“We’ll see.” She had trusted Britt with her life before and it had nearly ended.  Jon was allowed to be skeptical until he seen her come back from that match relatively safe and sound.  He rolled his eyes when she shook her head. “Sorry darlin’, husband’s prerogative.” Especially after everything she had gone through, he’d probably always worry about her safety in the ring.

“No shit.” Chris snorted, agreeing with Jon.  

He knew Britt would do everything in her power to make this an epic comeback match, as well as ensure no harm came to either of them and vice versa on Delilah’s end.  However, at the same time, he could only imagine how he’d be if this was Jessica.  Thank Christ the most dangerous shit she did was him…he smirked at his very naughty thought, shaking his head when the couple raised almost identical brows at him.

“You are so stubborn.” Delilah smiled and cupped his face in her hands, pecking his lips. “It’s almost time for me to go out there.  Wanna walk me down?” Jon nodded and she held her finger up in a one minute gesture, turning to bend down to look at her beautiful children. “You guys watch Momma kick some butt in the ring tonight and cheer me on, okay?”

“Okay Momma!”

“KK Mommy!”

“Come here, you two.” She hugged them both closely, kissing the top of their heads and closed her eyes to say a silent prayer. “I love you both and I’ll come back with the title for you guys to play with.”

“Yay!!”

“Awesome!”

“Thank you, Godpoppa.” She winked at Chris, who waved back at her with a wink of his own and Delilah walked out with Jon, clasping her hand in his. 

This was it.  All of her hard work over the past two years was about to pay off in full.  This was not only her return match, but her redemption as well from what happened.  The Mother of Dragons was back, her hair braided back the way Delilah used to wear it and her makeup was spot-on, along with her new ring gear she had made.

She looked like she belonged on the HBO spin-off and not in a wrestling ring.  Jon kind of wished she WAS on HBO and not this, remembering when she had had that last match with Britt and the way she had landed, the impact on her neck.  The following months were basically a giant catalyst for everything that had nearly ruined their lives and marriage.  That was the scared part of Jon talking, though, the husband afraid of losing his wife and the mother of his children.  The rational part of him knew that her neck was fine, healed up and stronger than ever.  Delilah had intensively trained with Amy Dumas to get back into this ring and she and Britt had walked through this match a hundred times.

“Kick ass out there, darlin’.” Jon said once they drew up to the entrance, turning her to look down into her face, seeing she was excited with a little bit of nerves.

She looked up at him, taking a deep breath and leaned up to softly kiss his lips, touching his bearded face. “See you on the other side, Moxley.”

Smirking, Delilah turned, shut her eyes, and felt the adrenaline take over as she morphed into character, which wasn’t far off from who she truly was.  That was the best character to be – yourself with the volume turned up.  The moment her music hit, Delilah squared her shoulders and went through the curtain, making her entrance with smoke and lighting on point.  There were white dragons on the screen behind her as she stood on top of the stage, looking out at the fans and pointed to them, having missed this.

“Shit!  I missed her going out!” Sami had been busy on the phone with his wife, who was pregnant at home with their second child, and helping her with the television.  His eyes watched as his sister made her way down to the ring, the emotion on her face plain as day and folded his arms in front of his chest. “Good to see her back where she belongs.”

Walking up on the apron, Delilah took another breath before leaping over the top rope, landing on her feet like a cat and went to the turnbuckles to pose for the fans.  She was taking in this moment as much as she could, soaking it in, and then hopped down just as Britt Baker’s music hit, the DMD making her own entrance with the AEW Women’s championship around her waist.  It was bigger since they had changed the style to make it almost match the men’s world championship, making them equals.  Cracking her neck and knuckles, Delilah was ready to square off as they were both announced by Justin Roberts. 

The moment the bell rang, the match was on.

Naturally, Jon was watching the match with a grin on his face, his friends with him.  He could have gone back to the room with Chris and his kids, but he also wanted to be as close to Delilah as possible.  Either to rush out there if something went south or to be here to congratulate her on a great return match.  He was leaning towards the great return match, knowing all this paranoia was just him, nothing was going to go wrong.  They had weathered the storms, multiple storms at that, and come out stronger both as individuals and together as a couple.  He folded his arms over his chest, watching as the women locked up, pleased that Delilah had gotten one hell of a pop, all things considered with how long she had been gone.

Fans could be fickle, they all knew that.

“C’mon, Del…”

Tony Khan gave them 30 minutes and they ate up every single bit of it, reversing holds, different pinning combinations, and even a table spot where Delilah flew off the top turnbuckle to crush Britt through it.  She didn’t hit her neck or anything, no risk no reward and she sincerely hoped her husband wasn’t having a heart attack backstage at the moment.  Rolling Britt back in the ring, Delilah pinned her, getting a two count, though it was close to three.  The fans were on their feet, cheering and chanting THIS IS AWESOME!’, which made both women feel amazing.  Even though Delilah hadn’t been out in front of a crowd in several years, her ring rust was not showing at all.  In fact, she was moving better than ever, more fluid, and she knew that was thanks to her husband and Amy’s training regiments.  It felt great to train with Jon again, working out, and reminded her of the old days before her neck injury.

Jon was going to BEAT her backside because he did not remember any mention of her flying.  Given she had gone through Amy Dumas to ‘retrain’ and freshen up, so to speak, he supposed he should have.  Not to mention, Delilah herself was a risktaker, though he now firmly believed that ‘no risk, no reward’ statement was crap.  He planted his hands on the sides of his head, shaking it.  Yeah, he was going to bend her over his knee and paddle that luscious, firm backside until he was satisfied!  And now he was giving himself a hard-on, rolling his eyes with a smile.

Britt was dead on her feet as Delilah lifted her up with brute strength, delivering a snap suplex and sent the woman’s body crashing to the mat.  It was perfectly executed and she followed that up with a headlock driver, which was Jon’s old finisher in the WWE, as well as one of Sami’s finishers.  It was originally her move that they both borrowed from her, but it was her signature throughout her entire wrestling career.  Rolling Britt over, the match was over at 29 minutes and 38 seconds with the pin and victory.

“And NEWWWWWWWWWWWWWW AEW Women’s Champion…DELILAH!!!”

“SHE DID IT!!  After years of not being in the ring and all the training, the blood, sweat, and tears…everything she’s been through, Delilah finally reached the top of the mountain in the women’s division and her redemption!!  What a match!!  What a moment in AEW history, ladies and gentlemen!!”

Delilah couldn’t stop crying and landed on her knees in the middle of the ring, pressing her forehead to the title she longed to hold again.  Britt rolled out of the ring, holding her side and couldn’t help smiling back at her best friend, proud of Delilah for giving her the match of a lifetime.  Delilah stood up and held that title high in the air, the crowd cheering for her and she purposely grabbed the back of her neck with a grin.  It would never be completely 100%, but it was good enough to have a couple of stellar matches in the coming months.  At least she’d be able to leave the company on her own terms this time instead of being forced to do it because of injury.  Sliding out of the ring, she carried that belt with pride over her shoulder and grabbed the camera, licking it.

“I’M BACK, BABY!!” She yelled into the camera before making her way behind the curtain, immediately embracing Britt tightly as both girls started crying.

Jon naturally was right there, waiting a bit impatiently as she hugged and then bounced around with Britt.  There was really no surprise about the title, they had all known she’d be bringing the gold back because this match had been carefully walked through and discussed, agreed upon.  Britt had done a great job selling Delilah’s return.  There was no doubt about that.  However, the fact that it had been a great match, that was what was important.  When his wife was finally done bouncing around with those fantastic breasts of hers, he was waiting with open arms, grinning when she bounced her happy backside right into them.  He lifted her, feeling her legs wrapping around him and buried his face in her sweaty, silver hair.

“I’m so damn proud of you, Del.”

“Thank you, Moxley.” She pulled back enough to stare into his beautiful electric blues, the relief in them glowing back at her sending chills throughout her body.  There was also love there, so much of it that it took her breath away.  Married almost 8 years now, it was hard to believe how fast that time had flown by in the blink of an eye.  Two kids, amazing careers, and they were just getting started, believe it or not. “I love you.  Thank you for supporting me and believing in me, for helping me get back in that ring tonight.  This win isn’t just for me, it’s for both of us, handsome.” Passionately, without any shame, Delilah plundered his mouth with hers, the fire burning between them hot and smoldering as ever. 

Even after 8 years of marriage, she’d never gotten tired of kissing this man and never would.

He didn’t need the win or anything from it.  Jon had been content with her at home or just on the road with him.  She knew he had supported her either which way, but this was all for her.  This was what she had wanted and he knew better than to stand in her way.  Delilah had been cleared, she had trained and gotten off the ring dust, and he was proud as hell for her, but this was all hers, for her.  He was very content to bask in the proud husband role for the time being.

“Get a room you two.”

“Eat me, Eddie.” Jon pried his lips from his woman long enough to flip his friend the bird.

“With ketchup.”

“Fuckin’ gross, man…you ready to go show that off to the kids, darlin’?”

Later on that night, after saying goodnight to their little ones, Jon and Delilah were off to paint the city of Las Vegas red.  It was a warm October evening, perfect weather for this time of year, and Delilah was on a high she never wanted to lose.  Of course, her belt was left behind at the hotel they were staying at, but she had changed into a jean skirt with a white halter top and white sandals on her feet, her hair haphazardly piled on top of her head since she’d taken a shower.  Jon was in a white V-neck shirt that really showed off his defined arms and clung to him like a second skin along with black jeans that hugged him in all the right places.  They walked and talked, memories flooding back to both of them from that night.

“Here right?  It was here that you changed my whole world.”

“In a conniving, manipulative way, yeah…”

“You stood in front of me like this and cupped my face in your hands,” Delilah brought his hands up to her face, sighing at the touch of her husband. “And you said you wanted all of me.” He had all of her and more, taking his hand to rest over her heart by holding it with hers. “And after I fought stubbornly, I finally agreed and said yes to whatever you wanted from me.” Flashbacks of that night flew through her mind at that moment, that pivotal moment when everything in both of their lives changed forever. “You asked me anything and I never thought one word could hold such meaning.  It’s been 8 years, Jon.  Eight years since I became your wife and I couldn’t be happier.  You were right about everything that night.  My fear of losing Sami was holding me back from being happy and you showed me the path to free myself of that fear.  My only regret is I don’t remember marrying you at all…and I want to rectify that tonight.  We haven’t worn our wedding rings that you kept for eight years and I think it’s high time we start doing it again.” Pulling them out of her purse, she handed them to him, dropping both in his hand before kissing him again slowly, sensually, only parting when they both needed air. “Jonathan David Good, will you do me the honor of renewing our wedding vows tonight?”

Jon took a moment to look at those wedding rings and felt like the world’s biggest jackass because, honestly, he had forgotten all about them.  They had been tucked away in a safe and, obviously, she had the key to it because it was fireproof, so they kept all their important paperwork in it.  He would never claim to be the smartest crayon in the box or super sensitive about certain things, like wearing actual wedding bands.  Also, tattooed rings were much more convenient and she couldn’t bounce it off his head.

“Only if you get down on one knee,” It was legitimately the first thing that came out of his mouth and probably the only thing that saved him was the fact, after knowing him a literal lifetime, Delilah also knew his quirky sense of humor. “Don’t, don’t you dare!” She actually started lowering herself and he caught her, pulling her right back up to slam into his body and this time he kissed her. “Yes.”

She giggled softly against his lips and those giggles quickly turned into throaty moans, her fingers gripping one little hair he had before the kiss broke between them. “No time to waste then.” Taking his hand, they ventured towards the same wedding chapel they’d gotten married 8 years ago in.

“Oh my!  Are we having a ceremony?”

“A renewal, actually.”

“Even better, right this way!”

With their vows retold while standing in front of each other, a small veil band on her head while he had a boutonniere attached to his shirt, Jon and Delilah were declared, once again, husband and wife.  This time, they would remember it too.  Jon pulled her flush against his body, dipping her a little and gave her possibly the most lust-filled, passionate, searing kiss he’d ever had in his life.  Most people did renewals at the 10 year mark, but they were never traditional with anything and tonight seemed to be the perfect moment, since they were in Vegas, to renew their vows.

“Let’s rent a truck, go out to the Red Rocks, and go crazy on each other under the moon and stars.  What do you think, handsome?”

“I’m game for anything you wanna do, darlin’.”

“Anything?” She retorted cheekily, laughing when he lifted her over his shoulder and smacked her jean skirt covered backside, moaning in response.

“Anything.”

The End.