"I learned the hard way.
I learned how some things aren't
meant to be solved.
How some things just are,
no matter how bad it was.
I learned how some pains must happen
and it didn't matter if you were a good person,
a bad person or lost in between. "

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"Harder" I breathe.

"Oh you don't want me to go harder, Blondie I might break you."

"You, wolf!" I giggled when I probably shouldn't have but I didn't get a glare for it cutting off his harsh breathes.

Instead he stared down at me and smirked, "Your wolf "

I traced over his beard before pulling him closer, "My wolf"

I smiled as I woke up in his embrace but cringed realizing he was awake and staring at me. He seemed to be thinking and I saw his jaw clench, searching my eyes, he wanted to see if I remembered.

"I drank too much, I'm sorry" I mumbled tracing over his cheek deciding maybe to pretend like I was that drunk that the sobs behind me had not happened. I was sure despite his tight grip holding me as close as he possibly could, he hadn't left a mark.

"Why are you apologizing?" He whispered while I tried to find a meaning behind all his blank looks but there was a reason last night was a surprise. My dear wolf was very very good at hiding behind those chocolate brown eyes that made this Canadian heart of mine skip a beat.

"Because.." I began not knowing where it would end but luckily I didn't have to continue trying to come up with some stupid sentence.

He sighed, "I left you and I'm SORRY."

Oh that's right, my reason for heading out for drinks, I was ditched by my one and only.

"No, you were in Angry wolf mode and I just came in and annoyed you. Note to self, do not visit your boyfriend before a big match.." I smiled and moved onto him and his fingers traced on my lower back.

He chuckled as I folded my arms on his chest and rested my chin onto it while peeking at him, "Big match? More like big fucking failure.."

I stared over at the bruises on his arms before kissing him, his arm wrapped firmly around me and pulled me tightly against him. "I tried finding you."

"Were you worried?" I avoided his eyes as I sat up causing him to as well, allowing us to be close again, because I was worried about the brooding wolf.

"Nah" He said with little interest as he stared past me and I nodded, waiting, hoping.. to see the little lick over his bottom lip as he fought a smile to let me know he was messing with me. No licking but his eyes focused on me...

"Very worried. Until I went on Instagram."

"What?" I frowned.

"You posted a video, luckily just dancing with Trin, I was mentioned though." He smirked.

"You were?" I groaned into his chest.

"Yeah near to the end. 'Where's Corbin?' "

"Urgh I'm sickening" I screamed before kissing into his chest hearing him laugh out before he kissed into my neck.

"I love this" He mumbled into my shoulder after causing little tingles to form all over my skin.

"What?" I questioned, not lifting my head from resting against his tattooed chest.

"Holding you." He mumbled and I knew his cheeks were probably heated and I held back a smart remark to torture him.

"I like being held by you"

His arms tightened around me as the room filled with silence, why I wasn't exactly sure, but he seemed to be thinking.

It was still weird to me, our relationship, our arguing and fits of rage were still present. But physically, our bodies loved the roughness yet felt more comforted when we spooned or simply sat in each other's arms. With Joe I believed I had him completely and that we had a good future, with Baron it was a new feeling each day but yet I believed the same. And he didn't need to say it because I trusted he felt what I felt. Surely not all lovey dovey but the wolf surely saw something great for us...

"Never realized how fucking crap it was sleeping alone until I was stuck with you."

I didn't say anything and he didn't seem to mind because my wolf was thinking aloud. I enjoyed it though, I mostly heard these things when we were arguing or he wanted to calm my unvoiced concerns. So having him just admit it was refreshing and well pretty fucking cute.

"So I have a confession"

"Let me guess, you have 10 kids waiting for you somewhere" I shook my head, trying to ease him into telling me. What exactly I wasn't sure since something was affecting him and he still had to let me know he had paid my ex a visit.

"No, I can't play the guitar, not well enough to serenade you anyway. You were right, I get them all as gifts and they're just there. I mean you saw my house, I'm a collector of all sorts of things. Its why I don't have much people over either, they see all my skulls and antique shit..."

I had my walls and he had his...

I leaned back, "that's okay. We can learn together, and I happen to like your ancient collections. Come on, let me give you a massage you look like you need it."

"Something tells me I'll end up more sore than anything else"

"Fuck you, Corbin!"

"Maybe that will help"

I shook my head and pushed him to his front and he sighed.

"I tried asking Stone Cold for some help." He glanced over his shoulder.

"How did that go?"

"He asked too many questions." He groaned making me smile and kiss the two tattoos on his back before wrapping my arms around him giving up on the massage.

"Was it just the match that had you upset?" I questioned slightly nervous as to what exactly Joe had told him.

"Yeah." He nodded and I sat back up, slowly poking against random parts of his back.

"Upset enough to leave me all alone" I giggled to try and cover up how sad I felt, just when I thought he was a big softy he so easily left me behind. I mean I obviously now knew something was up but it was clear that reason would be unknown to me.

He sighed and I lift myself as he turned onto his back to look at me.

"I think we should get breakfast before we start packing"

"Okay" I simply said even though there were so many things needed to be said.

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I rested my head on his shoulder as we sat in the hotel restaurant, as usual, chairs side by side. His hand in my lap held by mine, he was Baron with a slight change.

"Of course I win the Battle Royal when no one cares and then this year when I have you I'm a fucking loser" He muttered and I sat up a bit shocked by his words when he usually oozed confidence about his performances. If there was a match or two not going his way he'd blame the other guy, referee.. Anyone else but himself.

"You're not" I narrowed my eyes at him but he didn't really seem to pay attention to it as he glanced away.

"Last year I didn't have fucking anyone besides my brother and his girlfriend, Corey and Amy. I remember you, you know? I just wanted to be alone while they were celebrating for me and you came up to me. I snapped at you and I'm sorry."

"Baron, if you're going to apologize for all the times you snapped on me then."

He sighed and shook his head, "I hate Wrestlemania. Its annoying, I'm the lone wolf its easy I don't care and then I find myself caring. And I'm not talking about caring about you, I don't mind having this feeling of concern for you when you aren't here. I don't mind being mad because you're upset over something. I don't mind caring about you because... And please don't smile that big fucking smile but you make me happier, happier than I have felt in years." He eyed me with a small smirk as I suppressed a smile but he then leaned down and kissed my lips briefly.

I caught his face and pulled him into another kiss, ignoring the fact that we were in a public restaurant with plenty of fans probably observing us already.

"That big fucking smile is because you remind me that not all guys are the same. And reminds me that I'm just an exception for the wolf who everyone stays away from."

He chuckled and rested his head on mine, "Why does Wrestlemania make you care?"

He sat back and pulled the hand he held in my lap and put it on for display on the table as he traced over the skull ring, "It reminds me where my lone wolf mentality has gotten me. My brother is stubborn and he gets me, he knows I won't admit that it means a lot when he comes out for shows. My mom isn't the same, she thinks I hate her which is stupid but after my dad passed I said things I shouldn't have. I was grieving but yeah, so that's why our relationship isn't quite what it used to be. So then Wrestlemania is a family affair, I see dads' proud of their sons and moms' filled with emotion. Its annoying because I fucking want that but Baron Corbin shouldn't care you know?"

"But Tommy does.." I mumbled and he stared at me. 

"Now you see if my dad were here he would tell her everything I didn't want to. He would tell me everything I didn't want to hear and he would tell me what I knew. But he isn't and neither is my grandpa and that is why last night happened." He stated shaking his head.

"I didn't want to force you to tell me." I pouted slightly slowly massaging the nape of his neck with my fingers as I kept my eyes on only him.

"I know, but you want to know. I think that's why I got so aggressive with you, I've seen you and Corey talk. You're close because you share shit, my guys from NXT we don't do that shit we hang out and its fine. But on the main roster people get mad because they don't know about you. And they get mad because you don't want to hang out. Corey won't mind; we'll have a couple beers and I'll spill eventually. You know why I didn't kiss you during?"

I shook my head simply so he could continue.

"Because a kiss would make me want you but you're so annoying that you made me want you anyway. I said there's nothing for you to fix here because I have to fix it myself, I want to figure it out and do it myself but its hard when I get so mad at shit. Mad at you, you don't deserve it but yesterday when I snapped at you it wasn't even for those reasons. It was because for the first time I had someone to impress, I always go out there and don't give a fuck about fans, anyone. But the more I thought about the match the more I wished I would win so I could make my Blondie proud."

"But they told you Jon needed to keep the belt?" I sighed connecting the dots.

"Yeah."

"So it all comes back to me? You care about me quite a bit" I nudged him and he narrowed his eyes.

"Yeah. The most." His eyes softened, he didn't blush he simply confirmed it.

I leaned up and kissed his lips briefly but he gripped my face and shook his head before kissing me again and pushing his tongue past my lips. I giggled and pushed him away before nibbling onto his cheek causing him to chuckle and hold my face placing a kiss onto my forehead.

"Fuck Blondie." He softly groaned.

"You're like those bears that grunt but with only a couple words instead. 'Me fuck Blondie' " I laughed out which led to him rolling his eyes.

"Me fuck Blondie good" He smirked, lowering his voice.

"Oh the things you say, Corbin" I whispered biting my lip to stop my laughter before resting my head on his shoulder.

"I care about you a mighty lot, Tommy. So you better not brood too much with me, or I'll be forced to beat it out of you." I knew he didn't like me using his name but I wanted him to know I truly meant it. It felt strange seeing the hurt, hurt that no one could really fix. He was right, he needed to self heal bug I would be his supportive mate.

"You would never hurt me."

"I would, I am sure I must have bruised you before." I shrugged sipping from my now cold coffee.

"Clawing my back doesn't count, baby"

"Hey! Baby is my name for you."

"No" He immediately dismissed tracing his fingers over my shoulder and leaning further back in his seat. "I'm a grown fucking man."

"And I'm a grown fucking woman" I countered.

"Fine. I'll try not to call you baby"

"Yeah you're not Justin Bieber" I scoffed.

"Of course, all fucking Canadians love each other." He rolled his eyes dramatically shifting a bit, looking cute as he did but the wolf would have hated hearing that.

"I didn't say I liked him, I just mentioned him. He does make some decent music, but if you ever make me cry like Selena Gomez I won't write a song about you. I'll grab my hockey stick from storage and crack your balls" I smiled sweetly while he cringed slightly as I playfully grabbed his crotch.

"I'm not sure what you're referring to but I don't like you crying, Renee. So if I ever do I'll stand and take it like a man as long as I get a second chance." He said seriously running his hand through my hair.

"This is your second chance"

"Not really, technically we were just friends before so I got a second chance at that. So I can still fuck this up, I don't want to but I'd like to know you'll be willing to give me a second chance if I do." He shrugged scanning the restaurant before he focused on me again.

"Mmmm as long as there are no Brunettes involved I'll probably allow it. Or wait, any women."

"Same goes for you."

"Now why would I bat for the other team, when you 'fuck Blondie good'?" I kissed his cheek and saw them heat up and shook my head.

"Pretty damn good" he nodded ruffling my short fringe.
 
I searched his eyes knowing there was more to what he had confessed but enjoyed that he was back to being my wolf. Seeing and hearing just how much I meant in his life and the sincerity behind it made me happy that out of all people I could possibly be in a relationship with it was the temperamental wolf.
  
"Yes" I said meeting his expression.

"Yes to what?" He frowned considering he had been quiet for a bit.

"Moving in with you" I smiled wishing I had agreed first thing.

"I don't want you to be forced to.."

"I'm not. I just... I was scared, Joe bought us a house because he wanted us to have an escape but it was just an escape because I was too much in public with him. So I would be taken off trips and be patiently waiting at home for him while he was probably with his wife. Which is far from the case with you" I spoke honestly, hoping it would lead him to confess that he had seen him but doubted it.

"Yeah I'm signing up for more time with you." He rolled his eyes but then smiled.

"You got me this ring and I'm giving you more time with my annoying big smiling self." I poked his chin and he glared but not at me. I turned and saw a few people glance away. "You wanted to come down here for breakfast, so you'll have to deal with the fans you don't care about."

"Yeah but now I'm craving dessert after all that talking" he smiled and I giggled as I kissed him briefly before standing up as he held my hand firmly.

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I knocked on the door I had been avoiding but figured he would be heading over to the arena soon so it was best to catch him before he left.

"Well if it isn't my former best friend" He smirked while Amy rolled her eyes and hugged me.

"I'm heading downstairs to the gym, please don't kill my husband."

"And leave your kids without a father? I wouldn't dare!" I giggled as the door closed and joined him on the couch.

"So..." I began.

"You and Tommy..." He shook his head, I guess no beating around the bush for me. "How long?"

"Does it matter?" I shrugged tucking my feet onto the couch having left Baron alone to sleep, poor guy was tired out and not just due to me.

"It does. He hasn't been with anyone since his dad passed.." He slowly said causing confusion to fill me knowing it had been a number of years, almost a decade.

"But that blonde musician.."

"I'm not saying there haven't been women, Renee. I'm just saying that there hasn't been anything serious, really. He is getting older and him being alone all his life isn't exactly healthy because his mom and him are two different mountains and I've learnt to just stick to the present with him. Why do you think I've been trying so hard? " He narrowed his eyes and I guess I should have felt offended by what he was trying to say.

"Well you don't need to." I smiled confidently, especially after my morning with him. I had agreed to take a step with Baron, maybe not immediately considering we were on the road but it was there, in the air. We would be shacking up together...

"So you are serious?"

I nodded slowly when he should have known by my smile that I was head over heels. I felt it, the smile felt genuine, I knew my eyes lit up whenever I thought of my wolf. He was a sort of guilty pleasure, in that I knew we were sort of opposites and if it got out I would be judged for my choice. He was rough around the edges, he didn't care what people thought or he did a really good job at pretending not to. Not everyone likes that and therefore many disliked him...

"As serious as can be. He makes me happy and I really..."

"Then why is it the first time I've heard about it?"

I sighed and leaned my head back, "Because I knew you'd be sceptical. You saw what I went through and you're scared I get hurt which you shouldn't be concerned about. I learnt my lesson and yes your best friend isn't the typical gentleman but he is to me and he..."

"Actually."

"What?"

"I'm scared he will be hurt." 

"What?" I repeated almost scoffing, I mean I had threatened to crack his balls but doubt I would do it.

"You don't know him and I'm not saying he is a ray of sunshine deep down because that's a lie. He is as cold as can be but he is also human" He slowly explained trying to say something without saying something.

"And I'm not?"

"I'm just... "

"You're just what Corey? Think I'm more capable of hurting someone than being hurt?" I narrowed my eyes not being able to hide how offended I now felt. I had been on his couch, bawling my fucking eyes out for being naïve years ago and he believed I would actually inflict that onto someone else? Someone who was trying so hard to let me believe in the male species yet again.

"I'm saying that Baron doesn't let people in as easily as you do, that's all. I don't know how this happened but for some reason even when you were always there now you're suddenly together when he used to avoid me whenever I was near you. He let you in which is seriously difficult with him."

"I'm friendly Corey but not in that way. You know what I have gone through and.."

"And he is your first guy since Joe and while I love you. I just want you to be sure that you aren't just with him because he isn't like Joe."

I rolled my eyes at the typical idea of you looking for someone exactly opposite, sure that had been the sort of idea before I even became more with Baron. But if I were going for a guy solely based on that, I'd go for someone like fucking John Cena, not a brooding wolf. He wasn't like Joe but he wasn't some sweet perfect man either, he felt like a wolf who was just made for little old me.

"I am sure, I'm with him because I want him not because of his nature that is different. I just want him"

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Feels like its been forever since I have updated and I am sorry! September is almost here and these two's birthday month :)

Firstly, Baron should have beaten John Cena at Summerslam, not just because I am in love with him but he dominated John ;) I hate that his cash in was a huge failure but enjoyed seeing it unleash that fury of the wolf! I really hope he gets into the US Championship scene and is actually successful!

Baron just tore my poor hormones apart last week while he played referee! I loved him even more in that striped shirt and being all dedicated to his 'job' lol. Sorry for this long fangirling moment but its been awhile and Baron just urgh Baron!

I hope you enjoyed their cuteness in this chapter and Baron being all softy :) Let me know what you think!

HOPE YOU LIKE THE NEW COVER AND THANKS FOR OVER 610 VOTES!