Dean Ambrose #3

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"Dean, just come with me." I yanked at his arm once again, but he wasn't having any of it.

"Babe, just let me finish the match and I'll be there." He clearly had been working out a lot recently, a lot harder to pull then I last remembered.

"But I can't wait another forty minutes, I want to go now." He sighed, yanking back on me, making me stumble forwards and fall on top of him.

"I'll make it up to you I promise, but I just want to make sure that we get the win, I never get to watch any sport nowadays." I sighed, letting out a huff of breath as I stood up.

"Fine, I know what's important to you in this relationship." His eyes lit up with concern until I looked back at him with a smirk.

"Forty minutes, that's it, then I'll be straight there." He gave me one of his honest smiles, turning back to the screen.

"You're such a loser I'll just build my blanket fort alone." I started walking out of the room hearing Dean snigger behind me. "You're only jealous that I'll be having more fun than you," I shouted back.

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