Chapter 20

"I'm sorry, Mr. Reigns, Sir, but I can't. It's too late."

"But I was here. I've been here." Joe held his hands up; trying to plead his case. "Do you have any idea what kind of hell I'll be walking into if you don't help me?"

"I - I don't know what-t to say, Sir." The young man stuttered as the big Samoan's features turned stony.

"How about yes?" Joe growled; slapping his hands down on the counter.

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The very afternoon Jon and Sydney learned of their pregnancy, Galina called an OB/GYN to make an appointment for the expectant mother. Jon drove; refusing to miss any major milestones in his child's life if he could help it, and stayed by her side through the appointment.

The look on his face was one of sheer awe and joy when he saw his little Peanut on the sonogram. He would take it to his grave that he cried while clutching and kissing her hand when he stared at the monitor.

Syd's conception date was estimated late August which set her expectant delivery date in May. Joe and Colby were ecstatic and hoped Baby Good was born on one of their birth dates.

Randy and Syd were happy with any date but their birthday. They were April Fool's babies.

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"What?" Joe snapped into his phone; running a hand over the top of his head before flinging it out towards the man across the counter. "I can't! The little guy here won't let me! He keeps telling me no!" He clenched his jaw and drew in a deep breath when the call disconnected.

"Man, things are breaking down fast out there." Colby shoved his phone back in his pocket.

"Why did you call me if you were on your way in here?" The Samoan hissed at his former teammate.

"I was nervous! It is downright scary out there!" Colby shot back; talking wildly with his hands.

"Don't you two hate each other?"

"Don't remind me." Joe said lowly; scrubbing a hand down his face.

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True to his word, John went straight to Vince, Paul and Steph's office at the next Raw and divulged Sydney's condition to her extended family. Her father called her, Jon and Randy into a meeting and the Chairman of the Board stated in no uncertain terms that Sydney was to remain backstage or he would in fact ban her to their bus.

Randy watched his sister bite her tongue bloody; intent on obeying her father, and decided to stir up trouble himself.

"You know, Vince, they even managed to sneak off and get married in Niagara Falls. They've been hitched since September 15th." Randy smirked at his sister when she turned a venomous glare on him.

"How dare you not let me walk you down the aisle; let alone be there?" Vince turned a sad look to her; one he didn't show often, before shaking his head no. "Well this won't do, sweetheart. I have to see my other girl get married so you two have to do it again. I'll get Linda on the phone; you tell her where you want to have the ceremony, and she'll take care of everything." He snatched up his cell and dialed his wife while he rambled on. "The two of you make a guest list, let us know who the groomsmen and bridesmaids are, and we will handle everything; the venue, reception, your dress, Jon's tux, the food, transportation and accommodations - everything!"

"Well that backfired on me. Now I don't get to walk you down the aisle but it was worth it to toss you under the Vince McMahon bus." Randy chuckled; playfully shouldering his sister.

"Yeah, thanks for that but I still have a place for you in the wedding party." She smiled at him with mischievous eyes.

"It better not be parking cars." He narrowed his steel eyes on her.

"Shit, I wish I would've thought of that first." She nudged him back.

"Okay, you two need to separate since you can't stop jerking my Peanut around in there." Jon stood up, faced them and parted his hands like the Red Sea. "I'm not kidding – move." He told them again when they looked up at him with blank expressions. "That's better. Daddy's got you covered, Peanut." He sighed happily; squeezing between them on the couch and rested a palm on Syd's abdomen.

"This is fucking awkward." Randy grumbled; leaning away from Jon so that they weren't plastered together anymore.

Syd, Steph, Paul and John broke down laughing while Vince just smiled at the brothers-in-law.

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"What is taking so long?" Randy asked after he rushed in with John on his heels.

"Holy shit. It's Randy Orton and John Cena." Another person behind the counter gasped, drawing more employees' attention.

"Aren't they supposed to hate each other too?" The same guy asked again.

"They are saying it's too late and won't do it." Colby turned to his co-workers; stepping back when he saw Randy clench his fists at his side.

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On December 8th, 2014; the Raw following the weekend of his wedding to Galina, Roman returned to TV to receive the Superstar of the Year Slammy. It marked the end of his rehab with Syd, and he was cleared to wrestle. Six days later at TLC, he came to Cena's aid when Big Show interfered in his match against Seth. He beat off Show and Seth; helping John pick up the win.

The main event that night saw Dean in a nail-biter of a match against Bray Wyatt. It took several people to keep Syd backstage during her husband's match until finally Paul and Stephanie kept her contained in their office until it was over.

She was an angry, crying hormonal woman with the ability to kick most peoples' asses in the company. She made people nervous on a normal basis and downright frightened them now.

Paul was only too happy to let her out of their office when Jon's match wrapped up.

Windham Rotunda gave Mrs. Good as much space as possible when he noticed the look on her face. They were friends but he knew Syd's volatile temper mixed with pregnancy hormones made for a dangerous combo. He was only too relieved when Jon cleared the curtain and assured his wife he was none-the-worse for wear, and directed her to their bus.

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"You don't know what we're dealing with here." Randy stood next to Joe at the counter; both of them gripping the edge until their knuckles turned white.

"Seriously, you guys have got to make an exception." John spoke up; hands settled firmly on his hips.

"I am so sorry, Mr. Orton, Mr. Cena, but as I informed Mr. Reigns and Mr. Rollins, it is policy and we can't." The man stuttered nervously, wiping the sweat from his brow.

"Jon, we have a problem." Joe sighed into his phone; his eyes falling closed when he had to explain the situation to his best friend.

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On January 15th, 2015, Vince McMahon walked his 5 month pregnant daughter down the aisle in a very private ceremony on a beach in Kauai, Hawaii.

One third of the roster was in attendance with a handful of friends from outside of the business. Vince, Randy and John made their private jets available to fly out all the guests. It was extremely hush-hush and the repeat of Jon and Syd's special day was successfully kept a secret from the public.

Jon had Joe stand up as his Best Man with Colby and Sami Johnston as Groomsmen.

Sydney had her twin, Randy; stand up as her Best Man with Paul and Phil Brooks as Groomsmen.

It made for some serious tension on her side until Vince appeared with the bride, and the three men just smiled at their little sister.

Alanna and Joelle were their flower girls. The sisters held a basket of jasmine between them and spread the petals while they walked before their aunt and her chosen father.

The bride and groom were just as nervous and emotional today as they were during their first wedding four months prior.

Nicole caught the bouquet when Syd tossed it out into the crowd of women, and John appeared on the verge of passing out when she turned a coy smile on him.

"You did that on purpose." Cena narrowed playful eyes on Sydney who was bent over, laughing hysterically.

"If I could get back up, I'd be on the ground laughing my ass off right now." She beamed at him while wiping tears from her cheeks.

Jon made Syd flush crimson when he dropped to his knees and disappeared under her dress. He reemerged with her garter between his teeth, wagging his eyebrows. He stretched it like a frilly rubberband and shot it right between Colby's eyes.

"You're the last of us, my brotha!"

Not a soul was surprised by Sydney's choice of using Groomsmen or of Cena's reaction.

The reception was held in the resort that the company completely rented out to ensure their privacy. Since all the guests had arrived the day before, on Wednesday, and they had the place booked until Friday night, it was a lovely three day celebration.

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Jon walked in the door; his hair wilder than usual, his face pale, and his wide blue eyes shining with unshed tears. He was a man on the verge of panic-induced insanity, and everyone could see it when he shoved between Randy and Joe, and virtually collapsed his upper body on the counter.

"I need to speak to your manager or any man here that has gone through a pregnancy with their woman or a woman that has gone through a pregnancy." He panted through heaving lungs, darting his eyes over the employees behind the counter.

"How can I help you, Mr. Ambrose?" A man roughly his age moved through the growing crowd of his workers that stood awestruck by all the Superstars in their presence.

"Look, man, I'm told we were a couple minutes late even though one of us was already in line but I can't go back out to my wife without what we came for. She's six months pregnant and refuses to settle for anything else. Please! Please show me some mercy here!" He darted a hand out and gently grabbed the man's forearm.

"Look, we have a show here tonight and between all of my co-workers here, we can give everyone working here two ringside tickets each. I'll even pay a thousand bucks…" He patted his pockets down, frowned, and then swatted Cena's chest. "I left my wallet on the bus so Captain America here will pay a thousand bucks if you'll just make us forty Egg McMuffins to go! Please!"

The man chuckled and nodded his head. "I understand where you're coming from. I'll throw in the hash browns for free and divvy up the 'tip' between us to use at the show tonight. You heard the man." He turned to his excited employees. "We need forty Egg McMuffins and forty hash browns to go!"

"Thank you, thank you, thank you…" Jon repeated endlessly, collapsing his head down on his arms.

"Are you crying, bro?" Colby cocked his head at his friend when he saw his back shudder.

"You have no idea how bad pregnancy cravings get. I contemplated suicide more than once when Sam was carrying Alanna." Randy ran his hands down his face while he exhaled in relief.

"I hear you, brother. Lina was a terror with cravings in the middle of the night. It was so bad I slept dressed with my keys in my pocket." Joe added; patting Jon's head to lend support. "You did good, little brother."

"I just can't stand to let her down." Jon rasped out against his arms before he stood up, facing his extended family. "Even something as simple as satisfying her cravings, I just hate to let her down. She cries and I feel like a worthless piece of shit."

"Oh brother, you're not a worthless piece of shit and there is nothing simple about a pregnant woman's cravings." Randy placed a reassuring hand on Jon's shoulder. "My twin is a terror without hormones fucking her up. I am beyond impressed with the way you handled her before. Now I just think you were made for her. You're a wonderful husband. You'll be an amazing father. And I'm damn proud to call you brother-in-law." He held out his hand and ended up chuckling when Jon pulled him into an emotional hug. "You had to go make it fucking awkward." He smiled and patted him on the back.

"Thanks, man; it means a lot to me hearing that from you."

"You're welcome, Jon." Randy shot a withering glare at the chuckling men around them before holding his emotional brother at arms' length. "Now what do you say we get these peoples' names to leave on the list and have Captain America here pay so we can go feed the beast?"

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Syd had stopped traveling with him by March and the two of them suffered tremendously when they were forced to separate. She cried every time he left and he felt his heart break at the first sign of her tears.

The only thing that kept Jon from losing his mind with worry was that Joe, Galina and JoJo moved in during those months so that Syd had someone she trusted there to keep an eye on her.

May arrived before they could blink and every day Jon had to reassure Syd that she was beautiful when she complained about looking like a beached whale. He was the perfect doting husband and managed to keep his wife relatively calm throughout her pregnancy, though sometimes he needed the help of a good ole' fashioned spanking to get through to her.

Monday Night Raw rolled by on Joe's birthday and Baby Good was a no-show. Colby did a ridiculous little dance and told Jon that Syd had to cross her legs until the 28th.

"Ow!" He scowled when his blonde brother smacked the back of his head. "Now you're doing it too?"

"Well she isn't here to do it. And I am not telling my wife to hold our Peanut in until your birthday." Jon rolled his eyes and went about getting ready for his and Joe's match, and his contract signing for Elimination Chamber.

The call actually came in towards the end of the Smackdown taping the next night at the Mohegan Sun in Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania. Paul was waiting at gorilla for Jon, Joe and Colby; barely able to stand still and waving them over.

"Lina called. Syd just went into labor!" He grabbed Jon by the wrist, pulling him along while ushering Joe and Colby on. "Randy is outside with Frank. We sent some crew to collect your bags from the locker room and they are already on-board. The pilot is fueling your jet. Let's get the fuck out of here and hope we get there in time!" He rambled out quickly, practically dragging the stunned soon-to-be father out of the arena.

"I already called Dad, Mom and Shane, and they're booking the first flight out. I can't wait to meet my niece!" Stephanie bubbled excitedly.

"Nephew!" Paul and Joe countered.

"Niece!" Colby and Stephanie fired back.

"I just want to hold my Peanut and have some really wild, acrobatic sex with my wife." Jon mumbled in a daze when they boarded their bus. Glancing around at the now silent passengers, he smirked and shrugged his shoulders. "We still have places on our lists to mark off."

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May 27th, 2015

"Where is he? Lina, I need Jon!" Syd clenched her eyes, tears flooding down her face from the pain.

"He's on his way, sweetie. He'll be here any minute now." Galina patted her hand that had a death-grip on hers.

"Good because I'm going to kill him for knocking me up, and then I'm going to kill my Gyno because who the fuck uses the goddamn post office anymore? Motherfucker sent me snail mail! Really?" She rambled out quickly before her voice went up into a wailing sound.

"You can push now, Mrs. Good." The on-call Obstetrician said from between her legs that were already secured into stirrups.

"I really don't think I have a choice if you said no. This kid is knocking on the door." She panted after that contraction passed. "They're closer together now. Where's Jon?"

"I'm coming! Get out of my way! Kitten, I'm here!"

Jon's raspy voice rang out from down the hall, getting closer with each word until the door flew open and there he stood, gasping for air with a big grin on his face.

"Jon." Syd sighed out his name in relief.

"Hi, baby." He smiled; moving to her side and taking her outstretched hand between his.

"I didn't think you'd make it."

"Are you kidding? I'd move heaven and Earth to get here." He brushed her sweaty hair back off her forehead; kissing her hand that clutched on to his. "Oh okay, here comes another one." His eyes widened when she took a deep breath, held it and slowly released it in a hissed growl while she bore down. "That's my good girl – push, baby!"

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Galina took that opportunity to slip out of the delivery room; leaving the couple alone. She couldn't hide her smirk when Colby paled in horror when Syd's scream followed her out the door. Everyone in the hall had been through childbirth in one form or another except the youngest of her husband's former faction.

"Is she okay?" Colby spoke through a lump in his throat.

"Oh hell no." Joe shook his head; looking at his friend like he'd lost his mind. "She's trying to push something the size of a cantaloupe out of her poodanda, and that's just his head. She's in agony."

"Did you just call her vagina poodanda?" Paul cocked his head; barely hiding his smirk.

Steph didn't even try but covered her mouth when she began to giggle.

"Oh come on! You two have to have codenames for your junk around your girls." Joe glanced between the parents of three, even taking in Randy's slight nod before looking down at his wife. "We chose poodanda for Lina's v-jay and – "

"Uh uh! Stop!" Colby covered Joe's mouth, pulled a stinkface and shuddered. "Thanks to you, all I can think about is cantaloupe coming out of Syd's kitty – curse Jon to hell for that one – poodandas and your junk. Fuck you, that wasn't cool. You parents really suck. And Jesus Christ, she sounds like a dying cat in there!" He winced when Syd cried out again.

"Come sit down, Colby." Stephanie moved to his side, taking his arm and leading him to a chair. "Come on, it'll be alright."

"What did I miss?" John asked; holding a carrier of coffee cups while glancing between the shaken Colby and his laughing friends.

"Poodandas and cantaloupe." Randy chuckled when Colby groaned in protest.

"Sounds interesting." Cena shrugged and began to hand out coffee.

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"I need one more big push, Sydney!" The doctor spoke up over her cries.

"I'm so tired, Tiger." She gasped; turning watery eyes up to her husband.

"We're almost done, Kitten. Look at me, baby." He took her face between his hands, resting his forehead against hers. "One more push and our Peanut is here. Come on, darlin. Push!" He exchanged a nod with her and held her gaze when she gritted her teeth and bore down.

A look of relief crossed her features and an exhausted sigh left her lungs before she collapsed back on to the bed. A smile tipped her gasping lips when their child began to cry, and Jon kept a firm hold on her while he turned an anxious look towards the doctor.

"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Good."

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"Did we miss it?" Vince asked; strutting in with his usual swagger with Linda, Shane and Marissa following close behind. "Is my grandbaby here?"

Before anyone could answer, the door opened and the doctor strode out with a smile. "Relatives of the Good family?" He cocked a brow when the assembled group all nodded. "Really?" They were such a diverse looking group; it was hard to believe they were all related.

"Father and mother." Vince pointed at himself and Linda. "Twin." Randy raised his hand. "Sister and brother-in-law" Steph and Paul waved. "Brother and sister-in-law." Shane inclined his head and Marissa smiled. "Brother and sister-in-law." Joe and Galina nodded in greeting. "And two more brothers." He pointed at John and Colby.

"Impressive family. You may go in now but try not to stay for too long. Sydney is exhausted and still needs to feed the little one." He stepped aside when the group streamed past him in a rush.

What they found brought soft smiles to their faces. Jon was lying next to an exhausted Sydney; an arm holding her protectively to his side while he hunched over her, burying his face in her hair. His body was shuddering and Syd was whispering to him while she held a blanket-covered infant to her chest.

Jon had broke down into tears when the doctor placed his child in his arms for the first time and they hadn't let up yet.

"Hello, sweetheart! How are you feeling?" Vince leaned down and kissed the top of Syd's head.

"I'm beyond tired, Daddy. Steph, I don't know how you and Marissa did this three times each." She turned her half-lidded black eyes to her sister and sister-in-law.

"I wish I can say it gets easier but that is a bold-faced lie." Stephanie chuckled; her sister-in-law nodding her head in agreement. "At least you didn't have the morning sickness I had. Oh that was awful!"

"Oh I could barely stand to smell any scents on Joe. Shampoo, conditioner, soap, after-shave, cologne, and deodorant – it all made me sick." Galina shuddered with the memory.

"So? What do we have?" Colby inched forward; tilting his head to try to get a look at the newborn nursing at his mother's breast hidden by a thin baby blanket. "Whoa! Those have gotten bigger." His eyes widened when Jon covered her chest with the sheet while she held their baby for him.

"They really have. Ow!" John frowned, rubbing the back of his head and turned sheepish eyes to his boss.

"The Face of the Company gets smacked by the boss man!" Colby laughed; pointing at John before he yelped when Vince smacked him too.

"Stop staring at my daughter's chest or I'll stick you both with nothing but dark matches and jobbers."

"Family, I would like you to meet our son." Jon took his boy in his arms and moved to stand at the foot of the bed. "Joseph Randal Good, this is your extremely bizarre family." He laughed with a choked sob.

"I'm honored, Jon." Joe put an arm across his brother's shoulders and traced a gentle finger along the newborn's cheek.

"I'm honored too, Jon. Thank you." Randy smiled down at his nephew, touching the baby's tiny clenched fist. "He looks like you with Syd's hair."

"Lucky little man to get Mama's hair because Daddy's is *cough* getting pretty thin." Colby laughed when Jon mock-scowled at him before he turned his loving smile back to his boy.

"Do you want to go to your Grandpa, little man?" Jon baby-talked to his son; placing soft kisses all over his face, and gently settled his tiny bundle of joy in Vince's arms.

"Look at you! The proud grandfather has a tear in his eye." Paul chuckled at Vince but the elder McMahon couldn't care less.

"You did good, sweetheart; you both did. He's a beautiful boy. Yes, you are!" Vince's voice went up a few octaves while he stared into crystal blue eyes. "Sydney, sweetheart?" He turned when she didn't respond; the smile stalling on his face when he saw her curled up on her side, Randy lying beside her and crying into his shirt.

"You did so good, sis. He is a handsome little man; a perfect combination of you and Jon." Randy whispered against her hair, kissing the top of her head. "I'm so proud of you, Syd."

"You are?" She turned her tear-filled eyes up to his.

"Of course, I am. You made your own way through life, went to school, got a degree, and took care of a lot of people with a gentle hand and open heart. Okay, it is a given that you beat up a lot of people along the way but that is what makes us – us." He chuckled; kissing her forehead.

"And then you met that guy and it drove me fucking insane." He sighed, shaking his head at the smirking Jon. "The two of you clicked in a way that not many could ever hope for. I didn't see it for a long time but when I did, it was obvious that the two of you brought the other to life, and then you made this one together." He smiled down at his nephew when he was placed in his arms. "And you're just perfect, aren't you, little man?"

Syd smiled at her brother making funny faces and kissy noises at her son before she turned her attention to her husband. She had heard that she was glowing more times than she could count when she was pregnant but she could swear Jon was the one glowing now. She had never seen him so happy before.

"Thank you." He sat beside her; cupping her cheek in his palm.

"For what?"

"For giving me all of this." He swept his gaze over his family; pausing briefly on his son before meeting her shining obsidian eyes. "I love you, Kitten."

"I love you too, Tiger."

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June 19th, 2016

T-Mobile Arena

Las Vegas, NV

Money in the Bank PPV

It had been a long year in Sydney Good's life; a little bad mixed with a lot of good. She spent some of it getting back in shape after giving birth but spent a majority of it rehabbing Colby's knee; making sure it was back to ring worthy shape. He was good as new and returned to action at Extreme Rules the previous month.

Tonight he was up against Roman for his WWE World Heavyweight Championship in the Main Event.

Syd was sat backstage with Joey; her son, on her lap, and proudly watched her husband win the Money in the Bank briefcase in the ladder match. Their boy was just a little over a year old now and kept her dark hair, Jon's blue eyes, and their golden skin tone. She was secretly holding out that once he dropped his baby-fat, Jon's drop-dead dimples would appear in those chubby cheeks.

"Yay Daddy!" She cheered playfully, clapping his little hands together when Jon walked in with a smile on his face; the golden briefcase clutched in his hand.

"My two favorite people in the world rooting for me – how could I possibly lose?" He chuckled; bending down to kiss his wife and then his son's forehead.

"I'm fine, woman." She fussed over him to make sure he hadn't sustained any injuries during the match but he kept distracting her with deep, passionate kisses. "I love you."

"I love you too." She blushed with a beaming smile, staring between his cerulean eyes before glancing down at their twins when their son began to giggle. "Isn't that the most adorable sound you've ever heard?"

"I love everything he does." Jon smiled fondly at his boy. "I've made arrangements with Joe to take the little man back to the house after the show since he's staying the night. We'll have some celebrating to do and need some alone time." He explained further at her inquisitive look.

"Really?"

"Yep!" He nodded with a dimpled grin.

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"Of course, he hits him in the head." Syd rolled her eyes when Jon attacked Colby from behind, nailing him in the head with the briefcase before he cashed it in.

Despite knowing the outcome, she screamed like a fangirl when Jon scored the pinfall on Colby; vibrating with excited energy and crying tears of joy.

"He deserves it." Paul grinned at her while he rocked Joey to sleep after his latest feeding.

"He's been waiting a long time for this." She turned shining eyes towards him, taking in his nod. She didn't need to tell him it went as far back as his Indy days; he already knew.

"I know he has and the best part is he never said anything about it or bitched when he didn't get it. He just showed up and worked his ass off night after night. From the start, Jon has never been a problem child like most of the others tend to be." He jutted his chin out towards Colby when he finally made it through the curtain. "He was a pain in the ass in the beginning. I almost fired his ass in developmental."

"Please! He still is."

"You two love me no matter how much you deny it." Colby huffed, walking up with his arms stretched out to his sides. "Drink it in, man; the awesomeness that is The Man." He mocked Jericho and Paul and Syd couldn't help but laugh until Colby wrapped his arms around her.

"Eww you are sweaty as sin. Go shower!" She squealed in mock horror.

"But you can drink in eau de Lopez better this way." He cracked up laughing when she squirmed from his grasp and pointed a hard finger towards the locker room.

"Go or you are banned from the Shield Mobile."

"But you still love me, right?" He batted his big puppy dog eyes at her, watching her stern expression turn into one of endearment.

"Of course, I do but I'll still make your stinky ass take a cab. Now go so you'll be ready to help your brother with your nephew!" She shooed him away, turning to Paul with a grin.

"Syd, I uh, don't mean to bring down the moment but I have to tell you something." Paul lowered his voice; bouncing the baby lightly while he patted his back.

When Joe made it backstage, he saw Paul whispering in Syd's ear; her eyes zeroed in on his gray and the smile fell from her face. He knew he was in trouble when Paul briefly glanced at him before focusing on Joey. He went to open his mouth but Syd held up her hand, stopping his words on his tongue.

"We'll talk later; about everything, Joe." Her disappointment and anger was at war in her eyes. "Go shower and take your nephew to the house."

"You still trust me with him?" He asked with his head hanging down.

"It isn't like you're taking anything illegal; it was just anti-depressants but the fact that you kept that from me so that I could enter it in your file is bullshit." She rounded on him; hands on her hips while she stared up at him. "The medical file I keep on you follows you everywhere, Joe. If I don't know what you're on or prescribed from an outside source then me or a doctor at a hospital could prescribe something that has an adverse reaction to the pills the shrink gave you. Do you get it?"

"I do; I was just embarrassed…"

"Shut up with that shit!" She glanced around, noticing she was drawing attention before she lowered her voice. "Do you have any idea how many people suffer from depression and anxiety? You are in a high stress job with a lot of expectations on your shoulders. It was bound to get to you sooner or later especially since the crowd didn't approve of your push or your title reign. But Joe, your overall health; physical and mental, is more important than your damn pride. You can't keep shit like that from me."

He nodded sadly; allowing her to pull him into a hug. She held on a little tighter and longer when she heard him sniffle.

"I'm sorry; I'm so sorry I let you all down." He whispered in her ear, glancing up at Paul to see him nod.

"Just to name two off the top of my head – Randy suffers from manic depression and Syd has a panic disorder. They are both on medication to keep it under control so don't think you're the only one because you'd be wrong. There are a lot more." Paul told the big man while he chuckled at Joey's little hand grasping his nose. "I know it's big but it isn't a play toy, little man! Go to sleep, champ." He ran a gentle hand over the boy's back until he settled down. "You have a greater support system than most people here, Joe. Take advantage of it and talk to them. They will help you navigate your way. Now go shower so you can take our little future champion home."

"It'll be a cold day in hell." Syd scowled at Paul who laughed at her expected reaction.

Jon stood back by gorilla; taking in congratulations from his co-workers and the crew while he watched his wife handle his visibly upset best friend. Joe had told him earlier what the McMahons had called him into a last minute meeting for, and to say he was shocked was an understatement. Joe was the last person; next to Cena, that he'd expect to fail a drug test.

He knew his wife would be furious and upset but after watching how she handled the big man, he was impressed with her restraint. In the past, she took care of them with an intense drive that tended to bring her wrath down upon her patients' heads. Since she went through her pregnancy, she had calmed down while still taking care of them to the very best of her ability.

Oh they always knew she loved them even though she chewed them a new asshole when they got hurt through their own stupidity. But now she paused, took a breath, and got her point across without the screaming and threats of an ass-kicking.

Joe had been terrified to tell her but it looked to Jon like Paul had taken that burden from him. It was understandable given that he was the boss and she was their physician that he'd tell her.

He watched his wife kiss his brother's cheek; tenderly cupping the other in her palm before he wiped his eyes behind the curtain of his hair. He saw 'I love you, Mama Bear' on his brother's lips and 'I love you too, Papa Bear' on his wife's before Joe kissed the top of her head and walked down the hall towards their locker room.

"Hello, family!" Jon moved in with the belt over his shoulder.

"Hello, my Champion!" Syd ran and jumped into his arms, locking her legs around his waist while she kissed him breathless. "You make that ugly belt look amazing!" She laughed against his lips.

"Ugly?" Paul exclaimed from behind them. "We put a lot of thought into designing that belt."

"Apparently not enough. This thing is ugly as shit compared to the WWE and World Heavyweight Championships." She nuzzled her cheek against Jon's, glancing at Paul when her husband pivoted his body. "And don't get me started on the complete premature ejaculation of merging the two belts into this ugly piece of shit. It was inevitable that the brands would split again at some point and oh, wait a tick – they're fixing to!" She pulled a look of surprise before giggling at Paul's inability to bitch while he held his sleeping nephew.

"Did you just quote Austin Powers?" Jon cocked his head at his wife, laughing at her nod.

"I really hate you." Paul said in a sing-song tone while he continued to rock the boy.

"You wish." She smirked, winking at him when Jon began to carry her down the hall.

"Jon, you have one guaranteed hour after the knock on your locker room door." Paul called out; shaking his head when his new champion turned towards him. "I do not want to know – not one word, Jon." He placed a kiss on Joey's head, humming The Ace of Spades.

O-O-O-O-O

A little over an hour had passed before a member of the crew knocked on Jon's locker room door, telling him that management had catered in a late night meal for the crew and they'd be in catering eating for at least an hour before they began to tear down the ring.

Jon had talked Syd into taking a shower with him and he took his wife against the wall while the water flowed down their bodies. After they dried off, Jon led his wife to a carry-on, unzipped it and handed her a Dean Ambrose t-shirt and a pair of shorts, pulling out a tank and shorts for himself as well as a blanket.

"What is the blanket for?"

"You'll see." He wagged his brows at her, carrying the blanket and his title, and leading her out after they dressed.

"Jonathan Good, what are you up to?" She chuckled when he practically dragged her to the ring.

"Well Sydney Good, I am marking one off of my list." He slid into the ring, shaking out the blanket and turning to pull her to the center of it. "Take off your clothes, Kitten." He smirked when she stripped off his shirt while toeing off her shoes before she pushed her shorts down. "You are so beautiful, darlin." His eyes danced down her naked flesh while he removed his clothes.

"You are too, my Prince." She admired his bare form, biting her bottom lip when her gaze settled on his hard cock.

"I actually plan to mark two off my list, Kitten." Jon sprawled on his back in the center of the blanket and jutted his chin out. "Put on the belt and ride me, baby." He grinned; his tongue poking between his teeth.

"I thought you'd want to wear the belt." She swept it up off the mat, fastened it around her tiny waist and straddled him, lowering herself down while he held his cock up until he penetrated her pussy. "Fuck, you feel amazing." She threw her head back and sank down on his shaft.

"It's more memorable if you wear it since it would have to be mine; just like you are." He gasped; his hands going to her waist and lifting her up and down his length. "That's my kitty." He purred when she placed her hands on his chest and began to ride him in earnest. "Fuck, baby, fuck!"

Jon's eyes glazed over when she moved her hands back to his thighs, bowing her back and thrusting her large breasts out. He ran a reverent hand down between them, slipping under the title and pausing over her abdomen before his fingers zeroed in on her clit.

"Jon…"

"Don't you worry about holding back, Kitten. I want you to cum as many times as you can." He strummed his fingers against that little bundle of nerves and gritted his teeth when he felt her pussy begin to tighten around his shaft. "This is a lesson in restraint for me." He growled when she came spectacularly from their joint efforts. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her when she threw her head back and a silent cry tore from her lungs before she collapsed on to his chest. "So beautiful, baby." He panted, running his hands over her back.

"Get in position for me, Kitten." He whispered against the top of her head, hissing when she rose up off of him. "All that work with Colby took you beyond perfection, my Queen." His gaze ran hungrily over her tight abs before she knelt before him and then swept over her toned back. "Except for your tits, one could never tell you ever gave birth. I'd like to change that though." He growled, fisting his length and entering her from behind. "That's why we're getting in all this practice."

"What practice?" She cried out when he drove into her.

"Practice for when we try for a sister for our boy." He gripped her hips; his pelvis slapping her ass repeatedly while he pistoned his cock into her welcoming body. "You feel so fucking good, Syd. You feel like home and mine. I can't hold back this time, Kitten." His hands slipped over the belt to her ribcage and lifted her upright on her knees, her back to his chest.

"Don't hold back, Tiger. Cum in me. Cum with me." She interlaced the fingers of one hand with one of his that was on her abdomen under his title, and wove the fingers of her free hand into his hair.

"I love you, Syd. Please let me keep you." He rasped out in her ear.

"I'm yours."

Those two little words made him swell painfully within her before he exploded in her depths; her pussy gripping him like a long lost lover. He felt her collapse against him and angled his body to cushion hers when they dropped on to the blanket.

He kept an arm across her pelvis to keep them joined and swept her hair back from her face with other; smiling when her eyes fluttered open.

"There you are." He placed a feather soft kiss to her gasping lips. "I love it that I can make you pass out from an orgasm."

"The Negotiator is damn good at his job." She yawned lazily, nuzzling into the warmth of his body.

"You rest for a few minutes, darlin, and then we'll get up and go home." He kissed her temple; reaching back to grab the edge of the blanket and pulled it over them. "I love you, Syd. Are you sure I can keep you?" He whispered against her ear after her eyelids had fallen closed.

"I want you to keep me forever, my love." She laced her left hand with his; their wedding rings touching, and Jon moved their joined hands to settle over her heart.

"You know I have to feel your heartbeat to keep the nightmares away." He smirked playfully when she cracked open her eyes.

"We aren't sleeping here, Tiger."

"Then I need to get you home so The Negotiator can get in some more practice and I can fall asleep in my favorite position; inside of you with my hand over your heart." He pulled free of her body, putting his shorts on and handing her their clothes before wrapping the blanket around her, and carrying her out of the ring.

"I don't think we need to practice, baby. We can pretty much write a book if we want." She mumbled against his neck, kissing up the strong column of his throat until he growled.

END