"I can't believe him." Once again, Jo was crying on Randy's shoulder over Ryan. So much was going through her mind and she couldn't process it. "I blame you this time. How could you set me up with him? I was living fine without him in my life and I had forgotten about him."

"Who the hell do you think you're lying to? You never forgot about him. Hell, you still call out his name in the middle of the night."

"I do not."

"I can't take this shit anymore." Randy jerked his arm from around her and dropped her on the sofa. "You love him and we all know he loves you."

"He's with someone. He's got her living with him. The little pop tart is probably in bed with him right now." Randy busted out laughing.

"the little what?"

"Pop tart." he laughed again.

"Well, that's a nicer way to call someone a whore."

"It's over. And don't look at me like that it really is over between me and Ryan this time."

"Damn it girl, I love you, but if you don't get your ass off that couch, I'm going to kick it all the way to his door. Go fight for him. You're his wife. Go kick the "Pop tart" out and take him back."

Randy was right. Everything that had happened since the day she had met Ryan was because she kept running off instead of standing strong and facing her problems with Ryan. Instead of talking they went separate ways and neither one of them could just say what they wanted and do it without letting something or someone get in the way.

She was stronger than that and it was time she stood up for what she wanted and the hell with what anyone thought about her, because she wasn't going to subdue the attitude inside of her any longer.

Ryback laid back on his bed with his head propped up n his elbow. He sipped a beer and tried to find interest in the movie that Lauren had on the television, but it was hard when she had her phone to her ear talking to her friend about every single line that was said. So, he fantasized about Jo as he did most times when Lauren completely annoyed him, but now he had a new memory to use for inspiration. He didn't understand why he let her go. Why didn't he detain her like he had done when he had first met her?

He rolled his eyes as Lauren complained about his choice to wear a dress jacket over his jeans and tee shirt when they had gone to a nice restaurant the week before. Lately, just the sound of her voice made the vein in his head throb. He never realized how squeaky and whiny it was.

There was a knock on the door, but he wasn't interested. Punk was the one people came to see. Lauren seemed to repel people, only his best friend found a way to tolerate her, and he actually got a great deal of entertainment at her expense which infuriated her beyond reason. Constantly she demanded that Ryback buy a private bus after she learned that she couldn't just kick Punk out.

"Um- Ry – I think it's for you man." Ryback sat up and raised an eyebrow at his friend who was standing in the door with a Cheshire cat grin and a pissed off red head stormed onto the bus.

"Ryan!" she placed her hand on her hip and stood in the small kitchen. "We need to talk." Lauren jumped out of the bed and cut Ryback off forcing him to stand behind her because there was no room for him to go around her in the small space.

"Sit down Barbie."

Ryback held back a snicker. Jo was nearly a foot taller than Lauren and she had to stare down at the little blond who attempted to stand up to her.

"I'm not going anywhere. You can say anything you have to say to Ryan to me."

"Get out of my way you midget bitch before I move you."

"this is my house, who the hell do you think you are?"

"I'm his wife." Jo challenged. "And I think you were about to pack and get out."

"Ryan, say something. Why are you just standing there?"

Ryback just shrugged his shoulders.

"Hey, I'm not about to piss her off." He held up his hands as she squeezed by him screaming obscenities as she threw her things into a bag. He found the entire scene hilarious, but the way Jo stared him down made him nervous. He sat down in the booth behind the kitchen table and waited until Lauren had left. Then he turned to his wife who stood too close for comfort.

"So, you're back – Oww! Shit!" he exclaimed and rubbed the back of his head where she had delivered a hard slap. "What the hell?"

"That's for acting like an asshole the entire time we were together."

"Ouch." he stood and continued to rub his head. "Are you going to do that every time I start acting like an ass?"

"You're damn right I am." she said angrily.

"I think I can handle that." he took her in his arms and stared into her eyes. "But baby, next time things get a little rough, you better not run. Because if you try, I'm going to tie you up with a phone cord again." She laughed remembering that first night they spent together.

"Promise."

"Forever baby. Forever."

The end.

Thanks so much to everyone for reading this story. I had a lot of fun writing it and I enjoyed reading every review. :)