It seems as though my wrestling musings are just not working with me, making it harder to finish these stories. Please give me time...

This man is going to be the death of me. Lately, it seems that every time he comes around, I forget everything and have to focus on breathing properly. I hold on to the counter for dear life.

"Um, hey. What are you doing here?" I suddenly become really focused with the tiles on my kitchen floor.

"Chris called and told me to meet him here. I thought maybe something was wrong." I can feel him looking at me but I'm too busy praying that the floor would just open and suck me in already.

"Oh. Um, how have you been?"

"Good, busy but good." I nod my head. When did talking become so difficult for me? I hear the door open again but I keep my head lowered.

"Hey John." I hear the two of them give the patented man shake. I look up briefly as Chris places a swift kiss on my cheek.

"What's going on Chris?"

"Baby girl, this conversation will go a lot smoother if you can actually look at us." I finally break my gaze on the floor and look up at the two men gathered in my kitchen.

"Look, personally, I don't want to be doing this. You two are grown and should be able to work out your issues on your own. But since you two don't seem to be doing that, and because I lost a very intense game of rock, paper, scissors, I am now here."


Chris just shook his head. "I don't know what is going on anymore. I've never seen either one of you look so dejected before and there is something to be said about fate working in mysterious ways. Talk to each other. Try and work it out or walk away but either way come up with a solution." Nodding at both of us, he was gone as quickly as he had come in.

The silence was fucking killing me so I quickly swung my legs down to the floor and did the next best thing: I started pacing. I paced back and forth through my kitchen with such urgency that when John finally did speak, I thought that I was going to lose my balance and bust my head wide open.

"I love you."

"What?" John grabs my arm and pulls me so close that I can smell every inch of him. He looks down at me and gently places my face in his hands.

"I. Love. You."

"Oh." Ok, maybe not the best response, but shit, what do you want from me? I can't help but laugh at the amused expression on his face.

"So what are we going to do?" I ask mainly because I can't think of anything else to say.

"We are going to try. Really try this time." I nod my head as I pull him in for a kiss. God, I have missed him. More than even I realized. I lift my arms up as he pulls my shirt over my head. Our kisses become more intense as I lay down on the kitchen table, pulling him down with me.

It takes no time to rid ourselves of our clothing. I pant a little as he positions himself on top of me. I close my eyes as I am prepared to take him in. I open them and see him just staring at me. He runs a hand down my face and I struggle to stop the one tear from falling from my eye. I'm too busy staring at his features that when he thrusts in me, I scream and let my head fall back.

This is what I'm talking about. My heels are digging into his back as his mouth becomes attached to my nipples. The sounds of our bodies are mixed in with our moans of pleasure. I feel my body start to flinch and before I know it, I have cum, with John quickly behind me.

We slide down to the kitchen floor and John wraps his arms around me and for the first time, I don't feel like running away.

Two months later, and I can honestly say that I'm happy. I have given this marriage a real shot and while I still won't say I'm in love with him, I can say that life with him is great. Of course, knowing my track record, it was only a matter of time before something else would happen in order to test my limit.

It started one night after sex. John was complaining about his neck bothering him and how he could not get comfortable no matter how hard he tried. He just brushed it off on being too much time on the road and I believed him.

Then a week later, he was in so much pain that he sat on the couch all night, unable to sleep. When I asked him to go see the doctor, he looked at me like I had three heads. He reminded me of his previous surgery that kept him sidelined and miserable for months.

"Gee thanks. In case you forgot, that's also when we got married, asshole." He sighed and pulled me onto his lap.

"Baby, that's not what I meant."

"Just go see someone, please. If you don't, I will be forced to tell someone and you know my mouth can go on for miles." I smirked at him but he finally relented.

Three days later and I'm sitting in a doctor's office as the doctor informs us that he has a herniated disk in his neck that is going to require surgery. The doctor also informed us that he would be out of action for close to six months. John didn't hesitate to sign up for the surgery, and the next thing I know, he is gingerly walking into the house with a neck brace, some pills and an instruction manual.

Now don't get me wrong, I want to see John get better, but six months at home, alone with him is making me a little weary. This is going to be a true test to see how much I have really changed and if I can be that kind of wife that sticks by her husband through thick and thin.

6 months, 180 days of nothing but me and him. My palms start to sweat a little just thinking about this shit. I look over towards the couch as he mindlessly starts flicking through channels. Why do I have a feeling this is going to be hell?