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"Any sweet woman could terrorize a man,
But when you meet her
She will dive into your soul... "

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I was staring out of the window as we flew over to Tampa. Brock had been brooding all week since the wedding. I wasn't sure why as I felt like I was the one who was meant to be upset.

I had a slight hope that he wanted more with me when he said 'our wedding' but soon after I saw the playfulness in his eyes and realized he was teasing me.

While we loved testing each other that was not something he should have brought up to annoy me with.

I had already been feeling sad all weekend due to the fact that I figured maybe once we got to a stable stage in our relationship he would want to be with me.

He had proposed to Rena not too long after dating because he knew he wanted her . We had only been together on and off for about seven months but with Brock and the way he spoke about me I figured he would have already.

But of course he threw John in my face while I wasn't even sure where John came from.

"Nicole." I glanced at him as he sat across from me.

"I said I was sorry" I sighed and nodded.

I saw him move and felt him sit next to me.

"I didn't bring it up to annoy you or hurt you baby. I just wanted to know. Sometimes I say things or look a certain way while I say things. I had no intention of hurting you. We were dancing at a wedding and it came up, I won't bring anything up about weddings or any shit like that okay?"

"Brock that's.." I wanted to stop him but what was I going to say? Don't because I want to marry you and he didn't feel the same and it would leave him feeling like he owed me.

Brock was enough, I didn't mind not being married but I just found myself wanting it when I was involved with his sister's preparations. It reminded me of each wedding I played a part in that wasn't mine. It hurt but it was just there, it wasn't because I needed it.

"I'm sick of hurting you with him. Its just easy to go there because of everything that has happened with him" I frowned as I glanced at him.

"He knew that I was , that I had a thing for you back then" he whispered.

"What do you.."

He sighed, "he'd catch me watching your matches and shit. I don't know I guess his a good reader of fucking people or something but he knew. Whenever he would see me coming he'd kiss you or do whatever just to piss me off. To show me what would never be mine.."

He stared ahead as his fingers traced circles on my thigh.

"So I fucking believed it. Why should I have fucking cared? One night and I'm stuck on a woman for years? That wasn't me but you fucking made it me. I found myself wanting to be with someone I hardly fucking knew but thought I did. One fucking night of.." He stopped himself as he cleared his throat.

"Brock I don't under.." I frowned but he quickly cut me off.

"He just kept fucking pushing my buttons. Throwing comments my way until I just got so fucking angry that I shut it all off. I made myself fucking hate you so that when he did say shit he would see there was no fucking effect. So I hated you because you were with him. I made the world think I was a fucking Beast when all I was, was a guy who didn't get the woman he wanted when he wasn't even sure why he really wanted her.
So yeah I can be ruthless and hurt people but in the end I'm just like every other guy with a name. I'm just Brock fucking Lesnar. I have a beast within me yes and I know you love that but in the end I'm just a guy baby. So I get scared of losing you. While it seemed I never cared about shit. I always cared about what you thought of me and when you were with him. Compared to him I was nothing but a rude Beast.."

He glanced at me briefly before staring ahead as before.

"That's why when you look at me or get mad at me then I just go back to that time when I really did disgust you. He said you'd never want a roughneck but I have ya" he chuckled a bit.

"I hate him because he stands for everything I could possibly lose you too. I just.. I ain't the best looking guy baby. I hate fucking wearing suits, I hate going to fancy restaurants when I can just prepare my own steak on the porch. I hate interviews because people wanna know every fucking thing about your life and make money off of it. I make enough money so I don't need publicity. Sometimes it just ticks the great Beast off because he ain't that. Cause deep down you maybe still want the Ken and not the Beast who locks you away from the world because you are the only thing that makes him happy other than his kids."

"I can tell you told the bedtime stories?"

He shrugged.

I wasn't sure how to respond because he always caught me off guard with his confessions and each time I was surprised.

I reached for his hand on my thigh and held it in mine as I buried my face in his neck. He hadn't looked at me throughout everything he said because I guess he figured he was weak for expressing his vulnerability.

"I have told you countless times that I wish I had realized then because I honestly do. I hate the fact that he did that and I was oblivious to it, I just thought you hated him so much for other reasons because I would question him and he would be like I have no idea what's wrong with that guy. It was confusing to me because one minute I'd be standing with him the next he'd be ripped away from me and beaten up with you screaming at me to get the hell away"

"Out of all the shit you don't remember. Me screaming at you, you do" he said seriously which made me sit up.

I sighed, "Brock, I was with John then so everyone else I honestly didn't give a second thought whether I was happy with him or not. I would just be in my own world oblivious to it all. John was jealous as well , more subtly but Dean noticed it. Unlike you he wouldn't tell the guy to fuck off he'd just give me a look and tell me to meet him in 5min in an attempt to get me away from a guy. I told you I shut myself from the entire locker room but there were a few like Seth who I was friends with but in the end I just focused on John's needs because I didn't want to lose him. So I just didn't pay attention to other guys and I hated the guys he competed with and gosh I hated you so much because you seemed to be everywhere, well until last year. Last year you just ignored everything and everyone even more."

"I didn't see the point" he whispered.

"You aren't subtle though , I love that. You don't hide Brock. Dean knows he annoys you but that's Dean he doesn't care so he'll just be trying to be your best friend knowing it annoys you. You tell people to fuck off, you can be rude but that's because you don't give a fuck about what people think. You aren't fancy and I don't want fancy or I'd still be with him. You do pull off a suit very well though but Ill survive with only seeing it at special occasions..You're rough around the edges and you own it . You are Brock fucking Lesnar and despite being just another guy deep down. You will always be a Beast to everyone else. "

I ran my free hand over the side of his face..

"Because I'm selfish and I want just another guy all to myself. I love you being a cowboy who gets along with Bryan, I love you being a Beast who can protect me even though I don't need it and you're fearless. I like the fact that you aren't scared of anyone I always wanted to be that way and you are. You remind me to not give a fuck.
I love Brocky who has these moments where he just let's go of what he has been brooding about for the last couple days while shutting me out. I love Brock, the father of two precious boys who I love so much."

Hopefully the father of mine as well..

"I love you and I want to be with you until we both can't wrestle anymore and we're sitting on your back porch just watching the birds flying around. I might say things to hurt the Beast you might say things that hurt me. I just want John to be out of our lives. Whether I go back to TV in two months or next year? My man will either be waiting for me at home or backstage. I didn't deprive you of sex for so long to ditch you! I only want you, no one else can compare to you. John Cena should not be given a thought. He is my past and that's where he will stay , you always say you always look ahead. I hope you ego will be as big as The Beast after this .. I don't see a life without my Beast. I am in your future and I am with you now. " I kissed his cheek wanting him to look at me .

"The Beast is the only thing that can satisfy me " I bit into his neck but felt him clutch my cheek and stare into my eyes and he slowly kissed me. I smiled against his lips as he broke it shortly after.

"This is definitely the last time I'm talking so much" he smirked.

"If you say so Brocky" I smiled before leaning back in my seat as we were landing.

***

"I swear that fucker was eavesdropping on our conversation" I heard Brock mutter and rolled my eyes as we entered the elevator.

The pilot had smiled at us which he normally did but Brock thought he had heard the 'weak Beast'.

"Well then fire him" I shook my head.

He sighed and rolled his eyes.

"What if he says I can't take it off?" I voiced mostly thinking out loud and wanting him to forget about the pilot.

"Then I'll fire him " he smirked and I elbowed him which caused him to chuckle.

"He said you would be coming in today for that so let's go and take this baby off so I can fuck my wi.. Girlfriend"

"I hope there's some wine in the cupboard at home. I haven't had in so long" I sighed as I rested my head against his arm.

"I'll buy some"

I knew he wouldn't but I guess I could live without it for awhile.
He didn't understand why the guilty pleasure I had was wine. He hated it.
He kissed the side of my head just as the elevator doors opened and my hand tightened around his and I found my other clutching his arm.

"You'll be fine baby, okay?" He smiled down at me just as the doctor stepped out as my nerves were shot.

"I am very happy with your progress. As you know, despite the good progress, you will still have to be careful. " Brock rolled his eyes as he stood against the door while I sat on the bed. Probably thinking about another month without sex.

"By that I mean the brace will be coming off today however you aren't cleared to wrestle quite yet. You'll do everything you would normally do but still take baby steps with your training . You can't go taking body slams or anything just yet"

Always bittersweet...

I nodded slowly while keeping a smile. I was taking the brace off, so what I would possibly be off until next year at this fucking point.

The rest of what he said was just a blur of me waiting to be able to take it off.

"I will keep in touch with your next check - up . It will most likely be in two months so we can check the progress."

"Thank you" he left the room and I traced my fingers over the brace.

"So the barrier is finally off" I smiled at him and he pushed himself off the wall and pulled me against his chest as he hugged me.

"What? No Brocky anymore?" I whispered as I stared at him as this was the part where he cheered me up by saying something sweet.

"He was wrong" He simply said as he traced his fingers over my cheek.

"No I have to wait until.."

"I meant there will definitely be slamming happening" he smirked and I rolled my eyes.

"Not even a hour!" I hit against his chest.

"The Beast is always ready for you baby. I don't work on my body just for work. That look in your eyes ain't lying " he smirked as he showed off his muscles.

"You're so frustrating" I shook my head trying to act annoyed .

"You think his going to use this room?" He glanced around with his blue eyes amused.

"I think he is, despite you wanting to fuck me everywhere I will not be fucked here"

I hopped off and he held my hand, "plane it is then "

I knew he was simply messing around. Instead of saying something sweet my other Brock was back.

"I'll be sure to moan loud enough for your friendly pilot to hear"

"Then he'll be dead" He whispered as we walked to the elevator.

"And how will we get home then ?" I turned to face him as we waited ignoring the people around us.

"He ain't the only pilot baby" He frowned as he held my brace in his other hand. I guess it could serve as a reminder.

"Yes but I know you. You most likely hand picked that guy so you could trust him not to take pictures of the Beast at rest."

"Maybe" he smirked and then glanced at the doors as they opened.

"I'll just shut you up with my tongue"

"Oh how romantic! I don't miss your sweet side at all" I smiled as we entered the elevator.

"Yeah now he is gone for good. Now I can go back to the Brock you love" He smiled telling me he might not be gone.

"I love all of you"

"Oh I know, your moaning helps.."

"Brock!"

He chuckled and pulled me against him hugging me tightly.

"I love you baby"

A/N:

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