(Thanks for continuing to read this, even though the updates have been few and far between. For all of you wondering how she thought to come to the WWE to work in the first place (Liv, I mean) the answer is below, and it just might shock you. Sorry, I had to add a little angst in here, make it seem a lot more realistic. Like it hasn't been angsty enough already, right? Angst is ALMOST over.. But this will probably be a series, not just this story, because sadly, this one is almost done. Again, I love every single one of you who've reviewed, added me to your favorites or just followed the story, you've all made it so much fun to write this story, and you've been huge rays of sunshine to me, really. I never thought I was a good writer, I still don't, but hey.. Glad you guys are still reading.)

CHAPTER 15 : MISS YOU LOVE :

Liv bit her lip as she scanned the classifieds from where she lie on the couch in her apartment. She might as well face it. He'd made his choice when he left her and went wherever he'd went. It was better off all around if they just stayed apart, because apparently, he was never not going to be on the fence about their situation.

And her ex could show up at any moment and do what he'd been promising. She was living on borrowed time, really, so why try being happy and normal?

Especially when Dean apparently didn't want to.

The knock on her door had her raising a brow, but she stood, walked to the door, called out "Who's there?"

"Let me in. Now." Dean said calmly as he paced in front of the door, arms crossed, angry with himself, and what he suspected now about Liv and Punk. He needed to see this through, he needed to end it. Before he made a mess of 3 lives.

"Go away, Dean. There's really no need to show up here and formally end things, don't ya think?" Liv said as she rested her head against the door, fighting tears, biting her lip. She wanted to open the door, but she didn't want to, because if she let him back in, yet again, he'd just hurt her again.

She'd rather love him and be alone than love him and be with him, wake up one day, find him gone. Besides, if he kept coming back, one day her ex would come back and he would somehow manage to hurt him, and Liv knew she wouldn't be able to live with herself if that happened.

"God damn it, Liv, open this fuckin door now or I promise you I'll fuckin kick it in." Dean said loudly as he beat on the door, rested his forehead against the frame before muttering, "I was fuckin stupid. But then I found out something, Liv."

Liv rolled her eyes. Somehow, she got a bad feeling about where this conversation was headed, what he automatically assumed and what was probably now going to happen as a result.

"Open the door, Liv."

"No, Dean, you walked away. You don't get to keep doing this, damn it. It hurts. Watching you keep self destructing, wondering when and what you'll do to push me away again. It fucking hurts. If you wanna do it? Do it on your own, damn it."

Liv walked away from the door, because she thought she heard him walking away down the hallway. She should have known he wasn't going to just give in and go away. Seconds later, the door swung awkwardly from one hinge, the other two were broken now, and he stood in the doorway, his face a red mask of rage as he looked at her.

"The fuck? Are you serious right now? My landlord's going to have a fucking stroke." Liv grumbled as she looked at him, wincing at the cut on his arm and his cheek, he'd gotten them when he assaulted the door, just now.

"That's the least of ya fuckin problems if ya did what I think ya did behind my back, with CM Fuckin Punk of all people." Dean snarled as he started towards her, not thinking clearly, not stopping. He grabbed her wrists and pinned her into a corner, holding her there. For a few moments he didn't say or do anything, just looked at her angrily, with his eyes actually taking on a hurt look to them.

"Whoa.. Hold on.. Before you go jumping to conclusions, Dean." Liv said as she looked up at him and sighed, hurt as she snapped and said "If you think that low of me then get the fuck out now. Go on, get out!" as she pointed at the door, shoving him.

He grabbed her and held on to her wrists as he asked, "Well? Aren't ya gonna answer me?"

"You got your answer, Dean, see, you decided it before you even came here. Nothing I could say right now would change your fucked up mind." Liv said quietly as he raised his hand.

"Go ahead, Dean, slap me. But trust me, when you do, you won't like the taste of your own teeth. I've been down that road before, not like it'll actually hurt me, right? I'm nothing to you, right?"

"Don't say that." Dean muttered as he looked at her, then at the door, then back again.

He turned, let her go, was going to go into the hallway to cool off, but she said from behind him, "Your answer, Dean, if it even fucking matters is no. I have never been with Punk. I was not screwing around on you with him behind your back. I had to pretend I didn't know him or McMahon wouldn't have ever given me the job, and if I hadn't taken the job, if Punk hadn't recommended me, I'd never have been able to get away from my ex husband, go on the run like I did. And Punk was threatening to stop wrestling until my ex wasn't an issue. I know how much what he does means to him, how much the people he's met while wrestling mean to him, his fans. I was not going to let him be an idiot and throw it all away.. But of course, you never thought about that, not once, did ya?"

She sighed and walked into her room, slamming the door behind her, falling back onto the soft bed, switching on her fan that sat on the nightstand beside the bed. "Welp, there goes that, I suppose." Liv muttered, feeling drained, shutting her eyes, trying to stop the tears that stung at them.

Dean stood there, his hand in his hair as he tried to get his head around what she'd just told him, as opposed to what he thought before he'd come here.

His mind kept telling him not to believe her, but then he had other parts of him telling him if he left it like this and didn't believe her, he'd never see her again, it'd all be over.

And he didn't come all the way to Chicago three days before he was supposed to arrive just to lose everything he used to think didn't matter to him.

"Damn it, woman." he grumbled as he kicked at the door and turned, walking down the hallway to the room she'd went into, opening the door. "Liv?"

"Thought you left." Liv said without opening her eyes, sitting up in the bed, as she opened her eyes, let them adjust to the darkness she had in the room thanks to the blackout curtains on the windows.

"Why the fuck is it so dark in here?"

"What are you still doing here. You wanted an answer, I gave you one." Liv insisted as Dean sat down next to her, fumbling around to find her body in the dark, pulling her against him when he did.

"Yeah." Dean muttered as he looked at her, not sure what to say right now.

She'd started to say something, but he cut her off by saying, "When I left ya.. I just.."

Her finger pressed to his lips as she said "Just don't, okay? I don't want to know why you left. All I want to know is are you back for good now, or is this just because you're fucking bored."

"I didn't leave because I was tired of ya, damn it. Let me finish, woman." Dean growled as he nipped at her neck, sighing when she shrank away from him before his lips ever made contact with her.

"Fine. You got 3 minutes."

"I left to see if I could be without ya."

"And?"

"Apparently I can't, okay? Let's not fuckin talk about it." Dean grumbled as he looked at her and then said "Fuck sitting in the dark." before fumbling around, finding a lamp next to the bed on the nightstand, turning it on.

And when he did, he wished he hadn't, because he happened to see her wiping at her eyes and felt even worse than he had before all this happened. Crying never bothered him before, and he tried not to let a woman crying bother him now, but this was different, especially given the hell he'd put them both through when he just left.

"So.. are you about done walking away, Ambrose, or..." Liv asked as she looked at him, then down at her hands. She winced as she felt the baby kick and grabbed for his hand. Dean smirked a little as he felt a solid kick from inside of her stomach and laughed a little.

"Look.. I'm not ever gonna be some perfect guy."

"And I've told you thousands of times before, Dean, if I wanted a perfect man, I'd fuckin buy a vibrator and a collectors edition Ken doll. I don't want perfect. I want you and your entire screwed up glory. I'm not weak, I can handle it. But I can't handle watching you self destruct, I can't handle the way you say one thing and do the complete opposite. So, if you're not gonna stick around, tell me now." Liv said quietly as she bit her lip, looked at him then asked, "How'd you get here tonight? You're supposed to be in a match."

"I left, so sue me." Dean muttered as he looked at her and said calmly, "Ya know how I get when I get pissed. And thinkin that about you and Punk really pissed me off."

"No, what you mean is it hurt you."

"Same damn thing, babe."

"Not really, Dean." Liv grumbled as she cautiously leaned against him and then asked, "You tired?"

"Yeah. You?"

"Hell yes. My body pillow abandoned me." Liv grumbled as Dean stifled a laugh and then said quietly, "Okay, alright, damn. We'll sleep. I'll be right here when you wake up."

"Yeah? I'll believe it when it happens." Liv said as she yawned and scooted down into the bed, burrowing under the thin blanket.

Dean scooted down behind her and put his arm over her. Lucky for him this time things had worked out. But deep down, he wondered how long he really could go without fucking this up with them. His hand rested on her abdomen and his thumb traced lazy circles over her soft skin, him laughing when he heard her mutter sleepily, "Sleep, Dean."

"Alright, fine, damn."