Sunday morning seem to come so fast after that day. I got up around eight and jumped in the shower, so ready to meet my favorite wrestler. After my shower I wrapped myself in a towel and brushed my teeth. I then washed my face and headed to my room so I could pick something out to wear. I ended picking out two different outfits. One was a blue jean skirt with a black v-neck top that had Dean Ambrose on it. The other one was blue jean Capri's with a black beater that said Welcome to the Ambrose Asylum " I wasn't able to decide so I asked the one person who could help me out in that department.

"Hey mom?" I called to her.

"Yes dear?" she said.

I picked up the two outfits I wanted to wear and took them to her. "Which one do you think I should wear?"

She looked at them both while brushing her hair. "Well I definitely think you should wear the one with the skirt today and wear the other one to Raw tomorrow."

I nodded, "Alright, I'll be in my room getting ready."

"Ok, take your time." She told me as I headed out of her room.

When I got back to my room, I put on my under garments and then made my bed. Soon after I went to the bathroom and plugged up my flat iron before going back to my room to get dressed. Once I had my clothes on, I went and flat ironed my hair and put on a little make-up. By the time I was done, my mom was waiting downstairs for me.

"Are you ready to go sweetie?" she asked.

I nodded, "More ready than ever," I said with my poster in my hand.

"Did you remember to bring your camera?" she asked.

I gasped, "Oh I forgot it upstairs."

I turned and went back up to my room to get it. Luckily I went to get it because I had left my phone up there too. I had two text messages from Molly and Annie. They were telling me good luck and to make sure I got a picture with him. I smiled and answered both text messages, saying thanks and how nervous I was.

"Don't be nervous girl I'm sure it's all going to be fine,"Annie said.

I thanked her and then headed back downstairs to join my mom. When I walked into the kitchen she was on the phone with her guy friend.

"Yea I'm about to take my daughter to meet her favorite wrestler." She said. "...yea, she's been a huge fan Dean Ambrose wrestling of his since...when Ashley?"

"Since I was fourteen mom," I said as we walked out to the car.

"Yea that's right since she was ten...I'm not sure, I came home from work one night and her and then babysitter were sitting in the living room watching Monday Night Raw." She explained, "She's got Dean Ambrose shirt on and everything,"

I listened quietly as my mother told this guy a little about me. She told him how I loved to dance and sing. She wasn't sure where I picked that up either but hey, at least I like doing something.

"So we'll see you on Tuesday for dinner then?" she asked. "Alright sounds good...oh it's at seven if that's ok. Alright great we'll see you then. Ok bye."

I smiled at her, "So we are going to meet him on Tuesday?"

"Well I've met him already; you are the one that will be meeting him."

"Cool, I promise to be on my best behavior." I told her.

She laughed and shook her head, "You know I'm really glad you're being great about this. I was kind of worried you wouldn't want me to date anymore."

"Why wouldn't I want you to date? Besides you're a grown woman so you can do what you want."

"True, but I know you and your dad were close and I don't want you to think I'm trying to replace him."

I smiled, "Oh mom trust me, it is hard for me to deal with dad being gone but I would never force you to stay single because of it. Besides I don't think dad would want you to do that anyway."

She smiled, "Thanks sweetie."

"You're welcome," I told her.

When we arrived at the place where I would be meeting Dean Ambrose, the place was packed. There were people there to meet John Cena, The Bella Twins, Randy Orton , and Dean Ambrose. We ended up standing in line for an hour before I got much closer to him. While we waited, my mom and I took pictures together. When I finally made it up to him...I could feel my heart pounding with excitement. He was sitting at a table with his car parked behind him. He looked so sexy wearing his light blue jeans and black sleeveless . There was a black bandana on his head and sunglasses too. His light blue eyes met mine for a few seconds as I walked up to him for an autograph signing.

"Hello," I said with a big smile.

"Hey there little kitten, what's your name?" he asked.

I smiled, "Ashley,"

His face lit up and then he saw my mother. She was talking to someone she knew in line before she walked up behind me. The two of them smiled at each other for a few minutes.

"Jonathan?" my mom said. "Wait a second...you're Dean Ambrose?" she asked.

He stood up and came around to face her, "Yes ma'am, how do you think I got your daughter those tickets at such short notice?"

She smiled up at him and then looked at me who was beyond confused at this point.

"Hold on a sec...you are the one my mom's been talking to?" I asked. "You guys have to be joking right now."

They smiled and then shook their heads. "Nope, we are completely serious."

I just looked at them like they were playing a joke on me, "Very funny you two..."

"Ashley honey, how else could I know him? I don't watch wrestling remember."

I looked at them both and giggled a little...before fainting.