“Yeah, as she gets older, we’ll monitor the matches she sees and doesn’t. Obviously the PPVs ones will probably be off limits until she’s older. You seem to get bloodier in those ones than you do in dynamite.” She knew those were the bigger ones, so it made sense that he would get more injured in those ones than Wednesday nights. “But we shouldn’t have to start monitoring until she’s one or two. She’s still so little nothing like that will traumatize her.” Sabrina shook her head, “don’t go too easy on her. Make her earn that pin and don’t let her do it every time. Otherwise, she’ll think she’ll win with everyone. It’s like playing games with kids. They’ll always expect to win,” Sabrina giggled. She knew Max would always let Nova win just like he would let Sabrina win. And she didn’t hate it, she loved that he wanted to see his girls happy. “I’m still waiting for you to pin me in the ring though.” She winked playfully at him. “I’m always proud of you, baby. No matter how you do in work or life, I’ll be cheering you on. Your own personal cheerleader.”
Sabrina nodded, “I know. I know you love me and our life together. Just as much as I love you and our life. But I don’t know. Sometimes my head tries to tell me otherwise and I’ll do something to make you leave like everyone else.” It was never her fault that the guys would leave her. But sometimes it would feel like it. And she knew that was yet another irrational fear of hers, she knew Max would never cheat or leave her for someone else. He was in this relationship, long before even the blonde was in it. “I think we’re both very codependent on each other. I like to think it’s healthy, even if it’s not.” She giggled. Maybe the codependency they had for each other had to calm down; she was sure how much they wanted to be with each other drove others crazy. “I know you take care of yourself, so nothing happens. But one wrong move and you could get hurt. No matter how healthy you are, exhibit A.” She said as she pointed down to his knee. It was just hyperextended. She wasn’t sure what that meant and would be doing research, but it could have been worse. He could have broken or fractured the bone. And there were a few times she would worry about his head and neck. Her mom would tease her that she was too much of a worry wart to be married to a wrestler.
“Good, glad we’re on the same page. Like I know she’s too young and it wouldn’t affect her any. But we’re loud, we’ll end up waking her up and that by itself just sounds like a mood killer.” She told him, her tongue sticking out to wet her lips, her head tilting to the side. “We got the guest rooms. One can just turn into our second room,” she said that as she wiggled her eyebrows at him, arms move around his neck, and head dipping down to kiss him again. “But then we have the shower, the bath, the couch, a table, or even the pool if we want to get adventurous. And then when we want our bedroom to ourselves, we’ll just send her to one of our parents for a few hours. Tell them we’re going out on a date.” She nodded, “you haven’t asked for anything these past few weeks. Proud of you with how much of good boy you’ve been.” She smiled, “and I love being babied. I love being treated like a queen and that I never have to lift a finger. But I also want to baby you and treat you like a king as well.” Sabrina would remind him of that. “I promise I won’t overdo it. I still can’t lift anything heavier than Nova, so all that will still be on you. Or we’ll make our dads do something if we need help.” She told him, they had a village. People who would help them when they needed help. They just needed to ask for it. “She would hate if her only comfort feeds were from a bottle. She’d probably be stubborn and stop taking them.” Sabrina was picking up on when the infant needed more of a comfort nurse, and she knew Nova wouldn’t take a bottle for those feeds. She wanted the comfort of being with her mom during those moments. “It won’t be like this forever. So, we’ll just have to enjoy it now while we have it.” She still had to figure out her work schedule. If she was going back on tour, or taking a break to work on Alice, or maybe toss in a few recording sessions to start her eight albums. But right now, her focus was her husband and daughter. Work could wait a few more weeks or months.
Her nose scrunched, a smile playing along her lips as their foreheads rest against each other. “I’m glad you don’t think I’m a dumb blonde. Others would beg to differ. But your opinion is the only one that matters. I think if I didn’t sing them so much, I’d probably forget lyrics more than what I do.” She nodded, “she does need good work ethic, so we can’t skip out on work. We have to show her how to work hard.” She told him and then carefully moved off of him. “Do you still want your prize then? Or better yet, can you walk to the guest room?”
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