Married to the Beast // Brock Lesnar ●COMPLETE●

Chapter 57

I really really enjoyed writing this update as I do all but this is one of my faves :)
I'm feeling like this is Brockenzie week cause I can't stop writing chapters making as much time as I can because I am so behind with it so hopefully you guys are enjoying it after the little hiatus😘😘😘

BROCK POV

I sighed as I heard a song Kenzie had sang to me awhile back when she drove us home after taking my drunk ass from Steve's house fill the truck.

Oh I can't help falling in love with you..

Kenzie had left a few days ago for Raw and I missed her so fucking much. She called everyday like we had been doing ever since her breaking down in her apartment. It felt like we were us, like she hadn't packed her bags and left. Her clothes were back in the closets due to her staying there for the week, I guess she had been bored due to me leaving her on her own for most of the time and decided to pack it all back. At least something good had come out of it as I felt so fucking tortured. I was sure Steve appreciated this non-separation as I had helped him quite a lot on his ranch. The lucky son of a gun. The letter I had written her as a gesture when I proposed was back in the bedside drawer as I knew she had taken it.

So for me that meant we were at a good place together but individually I couldn't be too sure.

I wanted to know what was going on inside her head. I tried thinking about it , about what possibly could be happening but by Paul and Paige showing happiness everything at work seemed to be going well. I guess I should have been grateful that Shane was there and Hunter was out to prevent him from hurting my wife in any way to get revenge for an old grudge but it left me with nothing...

Her and Paige were doing fine, I had spoken shit out with the Ambrose kid. Well he spoke I just nodded, I didn't want to be the man who stopped her from doing things and I wanted her to be able to talk about Ambrose to me so I mended shit and moved on. I never liked the idea of having bad blood with people well people who were close to McKenzie as out of that circle I could care less of what people thought of me.

They might have all been fucking annoying but for her I would tolerate them. I guess it was good for me as well, dealing with him and not having a brawl break out meant I was doing well but I guess it was because he was never the problem.

I was...

It was just after 7pm as I pulled up on the property.

The one thing about McKenzie and I being okay was that we weren't okay which the sadness in her eyes were a reminder of. Spending time with her and having it constantly be there caused an uneasy feeling to be inside me and made everything harder. I could deal with anything; going through my own shit, my demons resurfacing, getting hurt but seeing McKenzie upset was something I despised more than anything. I figured me getting myself together for both of us would make it okay would make her finally be fully happy again then I'd be fully happy but I got myself together and she wasn't, so I wasn't...

I parked the truck and sat in it for a bit as I stared at the darkness filling my house. The days without McKenzie since she left had been morphed into simple hell. I checked my phone for any calls from her but realized I had left it somewhere in the house.

"Fuck!" I breath and got out walking up to the house as I tried not to miss her calls because I knew that her mind probably drifted to me doing something else.

I pushed open the door and put on the lights but frowned as I entered the lounge. Before I could wrap my head around it I felt someone jump on me and by someone I meant my wife.