Jaelyn

I sat down on my couch, waiting for a text from Marcel. I heard a knock on the door.

I raised my eyebrow. I heard my phone vibrate.

'Hey, Schön. I decided to come and get you. I'm at your door right now', reading Marcel's text.

I nodded, grabbing my backpack purse and my phone. I got up, grabbing a jacket just in case I get chilly.

I disarm my alarm, opening the door. I see Marcel. He's wearing his Ring Kampf hoodie and jeans.

"Hey," I said, smiling at Marcel. "Hey, beautiful. Ready to go?" he asked. I nodded.

"Let me set the alarm," I said, putting my code in to secure my house. I grabbed my keys, heading out the door.

I shut the door, making sure it's locked. Marcel holds his arm out. I held his arm as we walked away from my house.

"So what are we doing?" I asked. "A pub to have a few pints. Is that okay?" he asked.

"Sure, sounds good. How did you get here?" I asked. "I got a driver to take us there since we might get drunk," he said.

"You better take care of me," I said. "Oh I will. I promise that I won't take advantage of you if you get drunk," he said.

"That's good," I said. "Last time we got drunk, we hooked up after Fergal cheated on you a second time. We didn't talk to each other afterwards," he said.

I nodded as we got the car that brought him to my house. "Did Miley give you my address?" I asked.

"She did and plus, I brought you back home after we hooked up. Remember that?" he asked.

"I remember," I said. "Where did we hook up? I don't remember," I said.

"I don't remember either," he said. I nodded as I agreed with him.

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Marcel and I are downtown Orlando. We are at PourHouse, sitting at the bar. We are talking and having drinks as well.

"Is this on separate tabs?" the bartender asked. "No, just one tab. I got it," Marcel said.

"Sounds good," the bartender said. "Why not two different tabs?" I asked. "Well I wanted to be the one that pays the tab. If that's okay?" he asked.

"That's okay. Fergal always paid for the drinks," I said. "It's a gentleman's thing to do," he said, smiling.

I nodded, taking a shot. I made a face. "Woo," I said. "Hey, you took a shot before me?" he asked.

"Sorry," I said. "Just kidding," he said, laughing. I scoffed, shoving him gently. "Aww, you are cute when you take a joke," he said, taking his shot.

I nodded, smiling. "Another round?" the bartender asked. "Two doubles," Marcel said. "Now, we're talking," I said, rubbing my hands.

"You can do double shots?" he asked. "Yeah. However, I better drink water in between shots so I don't get dehydrated," I said.

"Smart idea. Could we get water as well?" he asked. The bartender nodded. "So," Marcel said.

"So?" I asked. "How was your day?" he asked. "Good. Went to the gym to work out. My oldest daughter got in her first school fight," I said.

"Really? What happened?" he asked. "This boy was bullying one of her friends. She told him to leave her friend alone. He pushed her down and told her to stay out of it. Bridgette gets up and fights the boy. They got suspended for fighting on school grounds," I said.

"Oh, shit. Did she get grounded?" he asked. "No she did. She defended herself and her friend. I'm proud of her," I said.

"Good for her. So she's ten years old?" he asked. "Yes. I know, I don't look like I have a ten year old, don't I?" I asked.

"No. Heck when we first hung out in 2019, I wasn't expecting you to be a teen mom," he said. "Well, no one was expecting it anyways," I said.

Marcel nodded. "What did you think of me when we first met in NXT UK when they opened that NXT UK Performance Center," he asked.

"To be honest, I thought you were cute but you looked like a baby face with a bad temper like your character in NTX UK. What did you think of me when you first met me at the NTX UK Performance Center?" I asked.

"I thought you were the sexiest woman ever. However, when I saw you with Fergal, I was like "Oh Scheiße, she's with Fergal". So I had to stop staring at you," he said.

"Huh? What did you notice about me?" I asked. "Your tits," he said. "Oh, they're actually real. However, they got bigger after having children," I said, looking at my boobs.

"Before I got to WWE, I actually saw you on TV with your sisters The Bella Twins. Are they your sisters," he said.

"Yeah, Brie and Nikki Bella are my older sisters. We never got along. My sister Nikki and I never got along. Nikki always blamed me for something that I didn't do," I said.

"I have a brother and a sister. So I know what it's like to have siblings," he said. I nodded. "Does your brother and or sister wrestle?" I asked.

"No but my dad has," I said. "Oh. What was your father's wrestling name?" I asked. "Axel Dieter. Before WWE, I was Axel Dieter Jr and used my real name as my wrestling name," he said.

"Axel Dieter? I'm trying to remember what he looked like. Do you have a picture of your dad?" I asked.

Marcel grabs his phone, showing me a pictures of his dad in wrestling days and the last picture of his dad. "Oh, wow. You look like your dad a bit but his face is thicker than yours," I said.

"Yeah, I've been told. He trained me and taught me everything I know in wrestling," he said. "Well, that's good," I said.

Marcel nodded. The bartender brings our double shots and water. "Thank you," we told the bartender.

"Ready?" Marcel asked, picking up his shot glass. I nodded, grabbing mine. We clanked the glasses together, taking the shots.

Marcel made a face. I closed my eyes, hissing as the shot was strong. "Wow," Marcel said, blinking.

"I know. It's strong with double," I said, smiling. I took a drink of my water to calm down the strongness.

Marcel drinks water too. "Good idea for the water," he said. "Yeah. Let's lay off the shots for a while. I think that's what happened when we got drunk the first time. We hooked up," I said.

"Yeah, too many shots," he said. I nodded, breathing. "You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm good," I said, drinking more water. "You sure?" he asked. "Yeah, just tired," I said.

"I'm tired too. It's a busy day. I saw you at the gym today," he said. "I saw you too. I was on the treadmill," I said.

"I know. I saw you staring at me. Did you like what you saw?" he asked.
I tried to avoid the question.

"I noticed that you look smaller, like you're getting in better shape," I said.
"Yeah. I changed my diet and my workouts. Do you want a better look?" he asked.

"I'm good," I said. "Come on, I won't bite," he said, lifting his hoodie up. I looked at his body, getting impressed with the progress.

"Looks good. Keep it up," I said. "Oh I will. Once I reach my goal of getting my old body back," he said, putting his hoodie down.

"Wait, you had abs?" I asked. "Yeah, I used to be skinny with smaller muscles," he paused, showing a picture of him in the indy scene.

"Wow, you look so young. You had nice abs," I said, smiling. "Thank you. Then I got a little thicker and now, losing weight and gaining better muscles," he said.

"Well, that's good. I'm impressed with the results," I said. Marcel nodded, smiling. "By the way, you look great and look like you didn't have kids," he said.

"True that. I still do have my insecurities about my body like any typical woman. At least I won't let my haters bring me down," I said.

"That's good. Remember, haters make you stronger," he said. "True, true" I said. "Who was the guy you were talking to at the gym?" he asked.

"That would be my baby daddy aka my oldest daughter's dad, Bryson. He was introducing me to his new friend," I said.

"Ahh," he said. "Yeah," I said. "Do you guys co-parent Bridgette?" he asked. "Yes we do. He was always an absent father but he turned his life around and wanted back into his daughter's life so I let him," I said.

"How old are you, Jaelyn?" he asked. "27 years old. Why? How old are you?" I asked. "29 years old. When's your birthday?" he asked.

"May 16th 1993. When's yours?" I asked. "July 8th, 1991," he said. "We might be 22 months apart," I said.

Marcel nodded. "Nothing wrong with that," he said, smiling. I smiled back. I hear music playing, noticing it's mine and Fergal's wedding song, well the original song not the Glee cover.

Marcel looked at me. "Hey, you okay?" he asked. "Yeah, the song that's played at mine and Fergal's wedding. It's distracting me," I said.

"Is it making you remember the good times in your marriage?" he asked. "A little but every time I see him or drop the twins at his house, he always saying "I love you" however, I don't say it back to him. Is that bad?" I asked.

"No, it's not. I mean, are you still in love with Fergal or are you not sure anymore?" he asked. I shrugged since I don't know.

"I actually don't know anymore. I feel like we're not in love with each other as we used to be," I said, trying not to cry in front of him.

"Hey, don't," he said, hugging me. I hugged him back. We pulled away from each other.

He gently takes my protective mask off. He dries the tear off my face. "Don't ruin your eyeliner," he said, chuckling.

"Thanks," I said, putting my mask back on. Marcel nodded, smiling. I smiled back at him.

"What?" I asked. "Just you look beautiful when you smile. It's knows that your having a good time," he said, smiling.

I chuckled softly, shaking my head. Marcel leaned his face towards mine. I stopped him. "Can we just stay as friends?" I asked.

Marcel nodded. "Sure we can. By the way, I would never hurt you like Fergal's hurt you, even though I flinged you off me while Fabian and I were beating Fergal up," he said.

I nodded. "That happened for storyline purposes," I said. "Yeah. I regret calling you a whore. I was still technically mad at you for not returning my messages. So I added that to after Walter sent his regards line to fire up you and Fergal up," he said.

I nodded. "Well, that's the past and plus I was in rebound mode when we hooked up after that blind double date with Miley and Kyle," I said.

"I know," he said. I nodded. "Let's enjoy the rest of our hanging out as friends," I said. "Sounds good," he said, smiling.

"If I get too drunk, you're taking care of me," I said. "You know I will," he said, smiling. I smiled back as we enjoyed our night.

Later That Evening

Marcel's carrying me to his and Fabian's apartment. I am drunk as fuck and he is too.

Marcel laid me down on the couch. "There we go," he whispers. I noticed that it's not my house. "I thought you were taking me home?" I asked.

"No, it's not safe for you to be alone while drunk," he said. "Okay. Would Fabian be okay with that?" I asked.

"He wouldn't care," he said. "Okay," I said, slurring my words. Marcel takes my boots off and covers me up.

"Okay, Here's a waist basket just in case you throw up," he said. "Thank you, Marcel. Just in case I throw up, can you hold my hair?" I asked.

"Sure thing. Now just go to sleep and you'll be better," he said. "Okay," I said, closing my eyes.

"Sweet dreams, beautiful," he whispered in my ear and felt something touching my head.

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