SCOTTISH WARRIOR.

You were cute back then but I love the chest and facial hair you have now. You went from cute to sexy.

She understood the feeling because it was once a worry that plagued her thoughts. She never wanted to lose her championship even if she understood that she’d one day have to. Rebecca sighed as she crossed her arms. “I wanted t’ see ya as the champion again, but ya get to climb the second mountain now! It’s somethin’ I heard from Edge. You proved you can make it and now you get t’ prove that you can do it again. And it’s gonna be so sweet t’ see ya hold that championship again.”  she offered her words with a sweet smile, lips curving upwards as she tilted her head up so that she could look at him. Her hand reached out for his arm and she rested her fingers against him. “You’re gonna do it again. I just know it. It’s just someone else’s time t’ shine. Time for you to relax a little. You worked hard this past year, yeah?” she wondered, not watching a whole lot over the past year but enough to know Drew’s name was always near the top.

I don’t think he deserves it at all. I think he should have been let go if I’m honest.

Rebecca didn’t think much about the knock on her door when she heard it. A package that she ordered online was her first thought. There had been a few in transit that were supposed to arrive in the next day or two, most of them being things for her daughter. It was much easier to order things online instead of going to the store. When she approached the front door and looked through the peephole, it wasn’t what she expected. She took a second to open the door, wondering what brought Drew to her home when he had Monday Night RAW tonight.  A deep breath was brought in before unlocking the door and pulling it open. Her lips were parted as she went to say something but his rugged Scottish accent was able to beat her to it. “Is everything okay?” she questioned since it was the first thing to come to mind when he mentioned how he needed to see her. “Here. Don’t answer that yet. C'mon in.” Rebecca reached her hand out and wrapped her fingers around his wrist so that she could be led into the home of the once champion. It might’ve been nice outside but she didn’t want them standing at the entrance of her home to have this conversation. The door was shut behind them before the Irish woman turned back to Drew.

It was too early to go to arena for work tonight, like it was six hours before then. He put the directions to person he was having on his mind for a bit. He had texted her while he was standing inside of the hall after he lost the match last night of some kind of comfort, even if it was just a text. Right now he wanted to hear her voice since it seems to make him feel at ease whenever he was around her.

Stopping his vehicle when he was outside of her house even though he didn't make sure she was home along or with company. It was too late to phone her when he was so close the doorway. The dinner between them went surprisingly well considering he thought the two of them would have awkward silence between them. He couldn’t think about that when he was all over the place with emotions. He needed her to help him calm this rage of emotions coursing through him. He knocked on the door with thoughts of passing the floor with not knowing what else to do. He wouldn’t blame her if she decided not to answer the door to him, no ill feeling with be met with that.

I’m sure I’ll have no complaints. Do you want to bring your babies over too? They can play with mine while we hang out if you want.

Lucky you! My body feels every bump right now. 

Then lucky you because you get to find out how talented my hands really are. I bet you have very good hands of your own.