When you first started dating him, you didn’t expect this. You had knew he was a wrestler, and you knew that he had meetings and training and whatever. But, you felt like you never saw him.

He wasnt an asshole whenever you brought it up, thankfully. He always apologized, took you out to dinner or where ever you wanted to go, talked to you about what was new in your life, then end the night by cuddling up in bed watching your favorite rom-coms.

He was WAY sweeter than he was on tv. You kind of liked it, knowing you were the only one who got that treatment.

Tonight, he came home a little later than usual, around midnight. You were sitting in the bedroom, doing your nightly routine and preparing for bed. He walks in, looking utterly exhausted, he had a match tonight. And whenever you couldn’t make his matches, you always watched on tv. He took a pretty big blow to his back and shoulders tonight, but he told you it was okay on the phone. You saw that exhausted look in his expression, the way he winced with every step. He comes up behind you and kisses your shoulder.