03-29-2023, 12:23 PM
+++ 21st March 2023 – Miami +++
Retribution couldn’t have gone any better. Another title defense in the bag, Adam Allocco once again put in his place, and another opportunity upcoming for him to prove himself. Yes, the whole stipulation Kimberly Williams had put in place would make it tough. Yes, Adam Allocco had done damage to his leg, that he hoped would heal quicky and in time for Breakdown. But anything worth doing couldn’t ever be easy, and if he did come through this unscathed, even though he couldn’t retain both titles, and would definitely need at least one rematch clause activated, it would make this title reign even more memorable. And ultimately that was what it was all about. On the plane home, he had been jubilant, whilst at the same time he was worried. He’d gotten to the house, and Jennifer hadn’t immediately told him what was going on, and instead had seemed to be ignoring the conversation. She seemed to be stalling, wanting to talk about anything but what she had to tell him, whereas all Owen wanted to do was know. After Jennifer has suggested taking the Dog for a walk along the beach, Owen still wasn’t any the wiser. But seeing as whatever it was, was making Jennifer more than a little edgy, Owen didn’t want to push, and was happy to engage in small talk, at least for now. He picks up the ball and throws it, the dog eager to please immediately running after it. Jennifer opens her mouth to say something, but seems to stop herself, Owen instead making the conversation less awkward than it could be.
Owen: Can’t believe it’s not even three months now.
Jennifer: Huh?
Owen: Till we get married…
He laughs
Owen: Don’t tell me you didn’t realize. It is all you have spoken about since Christmas.
Jennifer: Yeah, I know… sorry, was just enjoying the walk, making sure Buddy doesn’t go in the sea.
Buddy was the name of their dog, who if you took your eye off him for a second would be in the water and wouldn’t come out until inevitably it would be Owen who would have to fetch him.
Owen: So, is there anything I need to do?
Jennifer: No, I don’t think so. Anything that I can do is done. Mom has been a massive help.
Owen: Through gritted teeth I’m sure
Owen gives Jennifer a grin to ensure she knew he was only joking.
Jennifer: No, she’s been brilliant. I think just like everyone else, she has seen that you are a much different man now. Same with Dad, they just want me to be happy, and they can both see that I am, and that’s good enough for them. They still think we are too young, but they were always going to think that… I think anyone would.
Owen: Yeah, you’re right.
Jennifer: But they are on board Owen, I promise. You have nothing to worry about.
For just a moment, Jennifer has seemed normal, that whatever was on her mind had disappeared if just for a few seconds. Buddy arrives back with the ball, and drops it at Owen’s feet, barking at him to throw it again. They arrive at a wall, and Owen motions for Jennifer to take a seat, knowing that whatever she had to say, she was having difficulty getting the words out, and would need some help.
Owen: What’s going on Jen?
Jennifer: What do you mean?
Owen: Look, we both know that since I’ve been home you’ve been on edge. I’m also pretty certain that whatever it is you have to tell me, it’s what is causing you to be in this weird mood.
Jennifer: I’m not in a weird mood.
Owen: You are… there’s something wrong. Something you are struggling to tell me. Can you remember when we agreed that we would tell each other everything?
Jennifer: Yeah?
Owen: Well, it wasn’t just me who made that promise was it?
Jennifer: No, I guess not.
Owen: So tell me… whatever it is, it can’t be that bad.
Jennifer: Well, that depends on your point of view
Owen: So… have you changed your mind? Do you want to postpone the wedding until we are older? Do you want to cancel the whole thing?
Although he didn’t mean it, Jennifer could sense the annoyance in Owen’s voice, and was more than aware that he wasn’t going to let this go. And why should he? Part of her wished she hadn’t said anything over the phone, then she could have done this all in her own time. Now more and more it seemed like that time had to be now, and even Buddy barking at Owen’s feet with the ball wasn’t going to change that.
Owen: Jen, I don’t know what I’ve done, but we can sort it… together. That’s what we do right?
Jennifer: Yeah, you’re right.
Owen: So just tell me, and then we can set about sorting it. And I can stop worrying about it.
Jennifer motions for him to sit next to him, Buddy having given up and decided to lie down at their feet, at least for now. Jennifer takes a hold of Owen’s hand which fills him with even more dread as to what was to come.
Jennifer: Owen, I don’t want you to freak out OK?
A million and one thing go through Owen’s mind, was she ill? Had she found someone else?
Owen: OK… I can’t promise that, but OK, I’ll try.
Jennifer: I’m pregnant…
For a moment time seems to stop, Owen knowing what he had heard, but still not quite computing it.
Owen: Sorry, but I’m sure you just said you were pregnant.
Jennifer: Yeah, that’s right… about eight weeks pregnant in fact.
Owen goes silent, well aware that Jennifer is looking at him, trying to gauge what he was thinking, which was a fool’s errand because he didn’t know what he was thinking… not yet anyway. This however only serves to make Jennifer more nervous, his probable reaction being the primary reason why she hadn’t said anything yet. After giving him what seemed like a lifetime and him not saying anything, just sitting there and staring at her, she is the one to speak again, her voice seemingly breaking him from a trance.
Jennifer: Owen… say something. Please.
Owen squeezes her hand tight, and a grin forms over his face, although tears form in his eyes.
Owen: Jen… that is the best news ever.
Jennifer: It is? People think we are too young to get married, how do you think they are going to react to us bringing a baby into the world?
Owen: AJ did it… and he wasn’t much older.
Jennifer: I know… but this is different, I’m there daughter.
Owen: Yeah, and someone who has her head screwed on much tighter than AJ ever will.
Jennifer: Well, that’s true. So, you’re happy?
Owen: I’m ecstatic babe, this is the best news ever. I’m shitting it, of course I am. But a baby… that’s huge. When did you start to suspect something? Are you certain?
Jennifer: Well, I’m taken three tests… so yeah, pretty certain. And I thought something was up when we were on the boat the other day and I started to feel a bit sick.
Owen: Morning sickness?
Jennifer: I guess so.
Owen throws his arms around her, Buddy jumping to his feet wondering what was going on, and the two of them embrace for what seems like an eternity. When they part, Owen is still wearing that same grin, Cheshire cat like. Though the enormity of the situation has started to sink in that he was going to be a Dad.
Owen: Shit… when you told me you had to speak to me, there were so many thing that ran through my mind, but this…
Jennifer: I can imagine. It’s a lot to get your head round.
Owen: It is. It’s going to change so much, change priorities.
Jennifer: It doesn’t have to, people have babies every single day. They just adapt.
Owen: Yeah, that is what we are going to have to do. We’ll have to adapt, but we’ll be ok won’t we?
Jennifer: Yeah, I think we will… I mean, it’s not like we’re not financially secure. It does mean one thing though, and you’re not going to like it.
Owen: Oh?
Jennifer: I do want to postpone the wedding Owen. I’m sorry, but I’ve dreamed of this moment since I was a little girl, and by the time it comes around I will be five months pregnant. I don’t want to be waddling up the aisle.
Owen stifles a laugh, that image getting the better of him, and surprising himself with his maturity, he actually agrees.
Owen: Yeah, I get that… we can put it off for a year, I’m sure people will understand. And the kid will be at our wedding, how cool will that be?
Jennifer: Kid?
Owen laughs, Jennifer biting as expected
Owen: Yeah, we’ll I got called it and still do, so I sure as hell ain’t passing up on the opportunity. And anyway he…
Jennifer: He… so we are having a boy then?
Owen: Yep… and you know what Jen, he ain’t being pushed into wrestling like the rest of the Cruzes’ were. He’ll make his own decisions, and find his own way in life. I’m not going to make the mistakes my Dad did… and Shaun to some extent.
Jennifer: That’s good to hear… but I’ve got a feeling it will be a girl.
Owen: The statement still stands. If I am the last Cruze that ever competes in the ring, then so be it. I don’t care what they do, as long as they can be happy. I’m going to make sure that they understand happiness comes before everything, and they can be whoever they want to be, without being dragged down by the name.
Jennifer: I guess all we gotta do now then is tell our folks
Owen: Mom will be over the moon, I know she will.
Jennifer: You’re lucky
Owen: Once Regan and Dave see how we are going about it, postponing the wedding and such, they will see that we have our heads screwed on right. It will be OK.
Jennifer: I hope so… but with regards to everyone else, let’s keep it a secret for now.
Owen: Not superstitious are you?
Jennifer: No, but I’d rather wait until we and our folks have got their heads around it, before we making it breaking news.
Owen: That’s fair… Shaun’s OK though right? I’d hate to keep him in the dark over something has big as this.
Jennifer nods, understanding how important Shaun was to him.
Owen: Wow, we are going to have a baby.
He pats the wall, buddy jumping up onto it, and Owen ruffling his fur.
Owen: You hear that Bud… you’re going to have a new best friend.
Jennifer: Hope he isn’t jealous
Owen: He’ll be fine, we’ll make sure of it. We’re really going to do this aren’t we?
Jennifer: Well, Durrr.
Owen: I can’t wait Jen… truly.
They embrace again, this time Owen giving her a kiss on the cheek.
Owen: We’ll be the best parents, you’ll see.
And Jennifer believed him, because he had that sense of positivity. A belief that now, he could do literally anything. Including taking on the responsibility of bringing up a child. The greatest responsibility of all.
+++ 24th March 2023 – Los Angeles +++
Owen had wanted to make sure that when Jennifer told her parents, he was there for her, no matter their reaction. Initially, it had been as expected, Jennifer throwing her life away, and the two of them being too young for this responsibility. But as Jennifer had explained, and Owen had said his piece, by the time he had left, they were once again fawning over her like a princess, and almost all animosity had waned. His first port of call was to Shaun, a flying visit just to give him the news as he was literally about to fly out to New York for a business meeting. After having a good chat with Angyalka, he had then walked the short distance to his Mother, her reaction just as predictable as Jennifer’s parents.
Kloe: OH MY!!!!!
Kloe throws her arms around her son, squeezing him as tightly as she possibly can.
Owen: OK Mom, loosen up a little…
She let’s go of him, holding him by the shoulders instead.
Owen: Jesus Christ Mom, I’ve felt less pressure from a 400 pound Bear Hug than that
Kloe: I’m sorry, this is just soooo exciting. And you’re both happy I take it?
Owen: Yeah, stupidly happy. I know some people will say that I’m too young…
Kloe: I was only 24 when I had you Owen, it wasn’t that much different.
Owen: Yeah, exactly… I don’t want to be some old geezer stumbling around when they want to play ball or something. It’s not how old you are, it’s what you’ve got up here.
He points to his temple to visualize his point.
Owen: Eighteen months ago, I wouldn’t have even entertained the thought of having responsibility for someone other than myself. Now though I am more than ready. I mean, it does mean we have to postpone the wedding for a little while, Jen doesn’t want to look huge on the wedding photos apparently…
Kloe laughs, but understood perfectly.
Owen: But I feel like we are ready for this… I really do.
Kloe finally let’s go of his shoulders, but she cannot remove the smile from her face, though it does eventually when a thought enters her head.
Kloe: I wish your Dad was around to see this. Can you imagine?
Owen: Would be one of the most spoiled kids in the world… mind you, probably will be anyway.
Kloe: He was brilliant with you and Ruby, and always dreamed of you both having children. Oh, does Ruby know?
Owen: Not yet, I wanted to make sure you knew first… I’m going to give her a call later on tonight when she’s out of University.
Kloe: She’ll be over the moon… this is the best news it really is. And just the tonic I needed.
Owen senses something, and immediately asks the question.
Owen: Why… is something wrong?
Kloe: It’s nothing Owen, I’m just being silly really.
Owen: What’s going on Mom?
Kloe takes a seat on the sofa, Owen sitting down next to her.
Kloe: I’m just feeling a little sorry for myself recently.
Owen: What do you mean?
Kloe: Well, you are off doing your own thing. You were going to get married, and now even though you’re not, you are having a baby. Ruby is off at University, and has new friends and is making new experiences. Even Taylor who I used to see quite regularly seems to be building a new life. I guess… I feel lonely with none of you around.
Owen: I’m sorry, I didn’t realize.
Kloe immediately shakes her head.
Kloe: Don’t be sorry Owen, you all have your own lives, and you don’t have to worry about me I promise. I guess now, looking back… I miss Orlando more than ever.
Even though his parents had divorced and both had move onto other relationships, the love they had for each other had never wavered. In fact, before Orlando’s death, it wouldn’t have surprised Owen if they had gotten back together.
Owen: I feel guilty now, because you came here for me.
Kloe: Yeah, I did… but it wasn’t all about that Owen. I needed a new start, somewhere where I didn’t have all the memories constantly following me around.
Owen: I get that, that’s why I moved to Miami.
Kloe: I just, I just don’t think that Los Angeles is the right place for me anymore. Like I said, I don’t know… I’ll be fine, don’t let me bring down your fantastic news.
Owen could see that the situation was troubling her, and immediately he only saw one possible solution.
Owen: Look Mom, you’re rattling around in this huge house and it’s getting to you. If there is nothing to keep you here, why don’t you just go home?
Kloe: What do you mean?
Owen: For as long as I can remember, you were always doing something. Whether it was looking after us kids, or Dad, and then once we were grown, running business, you always kept your mind active. I know that your illness means you can’t take on too much responsibility, but what if I had an option that at least allowed you to keep you busy.
Kloe: What do you mean?
Owen: Well, I’m just tying up some loose ends in New York.
That was the understatement of the century when it came to Eric Morris, but there was a plan in place for that.
Owen: But with all of this news, and my new school going ahead in Miami, I’m not going to be able to keep an eye on New York. Finch is good and all… but with Chloe having left, he will need some help.
Kloe: So what you saying?
Owen: All your friends are in New York. Pixie is there, I’m she’d love to have you back in the City. Why don’t you help Finch run ‘Next Level’ in New York? Honestly, you’d be doing me a favor… while at the same time doing some good.
Kloe: Like an Assistant Manager or something?
Owen: Exactly… and I know Finch would benefit from your experience. Finch would replace me and make all the big decisions regarding the place, you’d help him, without having to take on all the stresses. Mom, you wouldn’t have time to be lonely… and you would be back home.
Kloe: Yeah, but back amongst all those memories.
Owen nods his head agreeably.
Owen: You would yes. But it’s those memories that keep you going. It might sound cliché, but that’s how I filled the gap Dad left… with all the memories both good and bad. Look at it this way Mom, you’re stagnating here… moving back to New York, in the same way I moved to Miami could give you your life back. And a purpose that it’s obvious you are looking for. Not only that, you’d be closer to Ruby’s university and only a few hours flight from Miami. Its win / win.
Kloe stares straight ahead, obviously giving Owen’s comments some serious thought. She was stagnating, but apart from that she felt stronger physically than she had done in years. Maybe it was time to go back and face those memories head on, and once again build a life for herself that was separate from her children. The more she thought about it, the more she understand that Owen was right.
Kloe: But what about selling this place… moving is always a nightmare.
Owen: I’ll help you… and I’ll get my realtor on it straight away.
Kloe: It will have to be close to the School… do you call it a school or a shelter?
Owen: Both actually… and that won’t be a problem, it’s not like money is a problem for you.
Kloe: And you’re sure about this? Finch won’t have a problem with it will he?
Owen: He’ll be fine Mom, and like I said, Finch sometimes needs to be reined in, you’d be perfect and doing ME the favor. Plus, Jacob Laymon is working there now…
Kloe: Owen…
She gives him that dismissive look she had always given him when he was in trouble, as he mentioned one of Kloe’s old flames.
Owen: Sorry, couldn’t resist. But it’s someone else you know right?
Kloe: I guess so.
Owen: Then what do you think, you going to leave LA behind and help me out?
Owen sticks out his bottom lip, putting his hands together.
Kloe: OK, OK… I’ll do it. It’s a good idea.
Owen: Of course it is, it’s my idea.
Kloe: Wow, I’m really doing this
Owen: Yes, and look how excited you are as well.
It was true, she was excited, but although she didn’t know it, all of this came with a proviso. Owen knew that at the moment he was over-promising, because before Kloe went anywhere near the school, Owen needed to sort out his ‘Eric’ problem first. Although he had a plan and hoped that the recording would be the factor that got rid of Eric for good, Owen couldn’t be too sure it was going to work. If it didn’t then all of this would need to be rethought… but thankfully, time was on his side. And it was a risk he needed to take.
+++ 27th March 2023 – New York +++
Although Owen was always glad to go back to ‘Next Level’ which would soon become ‘Next Level New York’, he had to admit to himself that it was with a certain sense of trepidation. He knew that the moment he sat foot in the city, Eric Morris would know that he was there and would be angling for a decision, and a signature on a contract. Owen knew he only had one shot at this, and so he taken the step and messaged Eric, telling him that he was ready to let ‘Next Level’ go. He had set forth a chain of events now that he wasn’t sure how it would end but would soon find out. Outwardly though, he had to paint a picture that everything was ok, and after going through the surprisingly good numbers for the last few months, he had sat Finch down to go through some further details. Owen could read the trepidation on Finch’s face, and moves quickly to play it down.
Owen: Don’t look so nervous dude, it’s all good.
Finch: Whenever you call me into the office my anxiety goes through the roof Owen, you know that.
Owen: Yeah, well there is no reason for that today, it’s nothing but good news.
Finch: Well, I’ll believe that when I hear it.
Owen: OK, well I won’t hang around then so that you burst a blood vessel, I’ll get right to the point.
Finch: Thanks… if I’m being fired then I want to know. Don’t take it easy on me.
Owen: You’re an idiot, you know that.
Finch: It’s been said
Owen: Look, I’m nothing but impressed with the way you run this place, it’s made my job dealing with the financials so much easier knowing that you are on top of everything else. I know it’s not been easy for you, and you’ve had to learn ‘on the job’ so to speak, but you’ve done really well.
Finch: But…
Owen: Will you stop being so paranoid?
Finch: Sorry, carry on.
Owen: Long story short, I’ve just had some news, I can’t tell you just yet, but it means that my time is going to be limited.
Finch: What news?
Owen: I can’t say
Finch: I’m your best friend Owen… course you can say.
Owen sighs, rolling his eyes.
Owen: OK, but you can’t tell a soul.
Finch crosses his heart
Owen: Jennifer and I are having a baby
Finch: FUCK RIGHT OFF!!!
It was a classic Finch reaction.
Owen: No, it’s true.
Finch: Wow, Owen Cruze a Father?? It wasn’t that long ago I didn’t think you’d ever have a girlfriend.
Owen: Yeah, cheers for that. Anyway, with all that going on, and the new school I’m going to open in Miami, the chances are I’m not going to be able to get to New York as often as I’d like.
Finch: So you’re buckling and selling to Morris? I knew it.
Owen: No, I’m not… that’s not the plan at all. I just need someone to run this place, lock stock and barrel, from the bottom up. I need someone to take responsibility for Next Level New York, whilst I do other things.
Finch: So you’re getting someone with more experience in?
Owen: Is there any confidence in yourself left in there.
Finch: Not much, gonna be honest.
Owen: Well, no… I’m not getting someone in with more experience. I want YOU to do it Finch. I want you to replace me at the helm.
Finch’s eyes widen, and he leans back in his seat.
Finch: Say that again
Owen: I want you to replace me, and take total responsibility for everything that goes on in his building Finch. I have total faith in you getting it done.
Finch: Is this a joke?
Owen: No joke Finch… so what do you say?
Finch: Err… Yes?
Owen: Excellent… now, you’ll be happy to know that you will be due a raise, I think that’s only fair. And it will mean that your days are going to get a lot longer than they currently are.
Finch: That’s fine… nothing else to do
Owen: And it also comes with a proviso… since Chloe left, you’ve taken on too much. If you are going to be running this place, it can’t be single handed, so I’m going to bring in some help, in a similar vein to what Chloe was.
Finch: Right, so do you have someone in mind?
Owen: I do… and it will be my last decision, from here on in, it’s all you.
Finch: Ok, so who is it going to be?
Owen: My Mom… she’s moving back to New York, and she wants to get her teeth back into something.
Finch: Right, so you don’t trust me.
Owen: Honestly Finch, I do. But Mom is struggling right now in Los Angeles, and she needs this. She’s not coming in to replace you, just like Chloe wasn’t.
Finch: Yeah, but Chloe wasn’t already a successful business woman was she?
Owen smiles, he totally understood Finch’s concerns, and to a point he was right, thought Owen would never admit that. There would be times when Kloe would help make a ‘better’ decision than Finch might.
Owen: No, but look at it this way. Mom knows how to make a business work, but she is only there in an advisory sense. The buck will always stop with you, and the final decision will be yours.
Finch: I have your word on that?
Owen: Definitely, we can pinky swear if you want?
Finch: Nah, we’re not twelve.
Owen: So, what do you day Finch, can you make this work?
Finch nods.
Finch: Yeah, I can work with your Mom… sure. Don’t blame me if she falls in love with me though.
Owen: Honestly bro, I don’t have to worry about that.
Finch: Have you seen me?
Owen: Yeah, but I also know that Mom and Jacob have ‘unfinished business’ if you know what I mean.
Finch: They used to do the naughty?
Owen: Yep, back then it gave me the ick, but now, they might be good for each other.
Finch: That’s a risky little game Owen.
Owen: I know, but Mom needs someone in her life. Now Ruby and I have grown up, she needs something for herself. This will be it.
Finch: Fair enough… then I’m on board bro, and thank you.
Owen: For what?
Finch: Giving me this chance, you didn’t have to after what I did.
Finch was talking about when he was Owen’s assistant, and had fleeced him out of thousands of dollars for Finn Cruze.
Owen: No, I didn’t, but I’m glad that I did. Take this place to the moon Finch, it’s all yours…
He grins
Owen: Just don’t run it into the ground OK?
Finch: I’ll do my best.
Owen: I know you will
The two fist bump, Finch shaking his head, a smirk on his face.
Finch: So, Owen Cruze a Dad huh? You sure you’re ready for this?
Owen: Not the first to say that Finch
Finch: Sorry… I bet.
Owen: I think with something like this, you can never be sure if you are ready. What I do know is that I’m going to give it my best shot. You have a kid, and it needs to be everything… over and above everything else. I’m going to have to make a lot of sacrifices.
Finch: But, I get the feeling you are ready to make them.
Owen flicks his hair from in front of his face after nodding.
Owen: I am, I get that the minute the baby is born, its stops being about me. And it’s all about Jennifer and that baby. It’s a responsibility bigger than any other.
Finch: I’m way too immature for that, but I do understand.
Owen: I think you do yourself a disservice bro… all it takes is the right one to change everything. The minute I met Jennifer, I knew she was the one for me, but I didn’t think I stood a chance. Then, I thought I was well and truly in the friend zone, and had no way of getting out. And to think… I nearly threw it all away. Finch, I’m the luckiest man alive, I really am.
Finch: Bro, you deserve it… after everything you went through, you needed a break.
Owen: Look at us being all deep and meaningful. Wouldn’t have thought the Finch circa five years ago would have been capable.
Finch: I guess we all grow up eventually huh?
Owen: That we do. But yeah, thanks for standing by me when others didn’t. You could have walked away just like they did, and that means a lot.
Finch: Enough to if you have a boy you might call it Finch?
Owen: Err… not quite that much, anyway, I’ve always thought it best suited a girl
Finch: Yeah, don’t blame you.
Owen: Maybe as a middle name, we’ll see.
Finch: You don’t have to, I was only joking. Just be there for them yeah, that’s the only thing I wished from my Father. Him not being around was the worst.
Although he didn’t realize it, that resonated with Owen, Orlando not being around as much as he would have liked when Owen was little one of his biggest regrets as a Father.
Owen: I’ll be there Finch, I won’t make the mistake that my Dad did. That’s for certain.
Finch: Cool, well if that’s it, I have a business to run.
Owen: That you do, one more thing though?
Finch: Sure
Owen: Tomorrow night, make sure you’re not around ok?
Finch: Why?
Owen: Just promise me, out the door at six?
Finch: Yeah sure, not going to tell me why?
Owen: I will, but not yet. Just trust me on this
Finch: No problem. I’ll make sure of it. After all, I’m the boss now, I can do what I want.
Owen: That you can Finch.
Finch smiles, though his eyes are full of sincerity.
Finch: I won’t let you down bro
Owen: I know you won’t, now get out of here will you?
Finch: Alight…DAD.
Finch opens the door and leaves, Owen watching him go. It was the first time he had been called that, and it wouldn’t be the last. And Owen couldn’t wait to see if it was Baby’s first word. The mere thought bringing a huge grin to his face.
Retribution couldn’t have gone any better. Another title defense in the bag, Adam Allocco once again put in his place, and another opportunity upcoming for him to prove himself. Yes, the whole stipulation Kimberly Williams had put in place would make it tough. Yes, Adam Allocco had done damage to his leg, that he hoped would heal quicky and in time for Breakdown. But anything worth doing couldn’t ever be easy, and if he did come through this unscathed, even though he couldn’t retain both titles, and would definitely need at least one rematch clause activated, it would make this title reign even more memorable. And ultimately that was what it was all about. On the plane home, he had been jubilant, whilst at the same time he was worried. He’d gotten to the house, and Jennifer hadn’t immediately told him what was going on, and instead had seemed to be ignoring the conversation. She seemed to be stalling, wanting to talk about anything but what she had to tell him, whereas all Owen wanted to do was know. After Jennifer has suggested taking the Dog for a walk along the beach, Owen still wasn’t any the wiser. But seeing as whatever it was, was making Jennifer more than a little edgy, Owen didn’t want to push, and was happy to engage in small talk, at least for now. He picks up the ball and throws it, the dog eager to please immediately running after it. Jennifer opens her mouth to say something, but seems to stop herself, Owen instead making the conversation less awkward than it could be.
Owen: Can’t believe it’s not even three months now.
Jennifer: Huh?
Owen: Till we get married…
He laughs
Owen: Don’t tell me you didn’t realize. It is all you have spoken about since Christmas.
Jennifer: Yeah, I know… sorry, was just enjoying the walk, making sure Buddy doesn’t go in the sea.
Buddy was the name of their dog, who if you took your eye off him for a second would be in the water and wouldn’t come out until inevitably it would be Owen who would have to fetch him.
Owen: So, is there anything I need to do?
Jennifer: No, I don’t think so. Anything that I can do is done. Mom has been a massive help.
Owen: Through gritted teeth I’m sure
Owen gives Jennifer a grin to ensure she knew he was only joking.
Jennifer: No, she’s been brilliant. I think just like everyone else, she has seen that you are a much different man now. Same with Dad, they just want me to be happy, and they can both see that I am, and that’s good enough for them. They still think we are too young, but they were always going to think that… I think anyone would.
Owen: Yeah, you’re right.
Jennifer: But they are on board Owen, I promise. You have nothing to worry about.
For just a moment, Jennifer has seemed normal, that whatever was on her mind had disappeared if just for a few seconds. Buddy arrives back with the ball, and drops it at Owen’s feet, barking at him to throw it again. They arrive at a wall, and Owen motions for Jennifer to take a seat, knowing that whatever she had to say, she was having difficulty getting the words out, and would need some help.
Owen: What’s going on Jen?
Jennifer: What do you mean?
Owen: Look, we both know that since I’ve been home you’ve been on edge. I’m also pretty certain that whatever it is you have to tell me, it’s what is causing you to be in this weird mood.
Jennifer: I’m not in a weird mood.
Owen: You are… there’s something wrong. Something you are struggling to tell me. Can you remember when we agreed that we would tell each other everything?
Jennifer: Yeah?
Owen: Well, it wasn’t just me who made that promise was it?
Jennifer: No, I guess not.
Owen: So tell me… whatever it is, it can’t be that bad.
Jennifer: Well, that depends on your point of view
Owen: So… have you changed your mind? Do you want to postpone the wedding until we are older? Do you want to cancel the whole thing?
Although he didn’t mean it, Jennifer could sense the annoyance in Owen’s voice, and was more than aware that he wasn’t going to let this go. And why should he? Part of her wished she hadn’t said anything over the phone, then she could have done this all in her own time. Now more and more it seemed like that time had to be now, and even Buddy barking at Owen’s feet with the ball wasn’t going to change that.
Owen: Jen, I don’t know what I’ve done, but we can sort it… together. That’s what we do right?
Jennifer: Yeah, you’re right.
Owen: So just tell me, and then we can set about sorting it. And I can stop worrying about it.
Jennifer motions for him to sit next to him, Buddy having given up and decided to lie down at their feet, at least for now. Jennifer takes a hold of Owen’s hand which fills him with even more dread as to what was to come.
Jennifer: Owen, I don’t want you to freak out OK?
A million and one thing go through Owen’s mind, was she ill? Had she found someone else?
Owen: OK… I can’t promise that, but OK, I’ll try.
Jennifer: I’m pregnant…
For a moment time seems to stop, Owen knowing what he had heard, but still not quite computing it.
Owen: Sorry, but I’m sure you just said you were pregnant.
Jennifer: Yeah, that’s right… about eight weeks pregnant in fact.
Owen goes silent, well aware that Jennifer is looking at him, trying to gauge what he was thinking, which was a fool’s errand because he didn’t know what he was thinking… not yet anyway. This however only serves to make Jennifer more nervous, his probable reaction being the primary reason why she hadn’t said anything yet. After giving him what seemed like a lifetime and him not saying anything, just sitting there and staring at her, she is the one to speak again, her voice seemingly breaking him from a trance.
Jennifer: Owen… say something. Please.
Owen squeezes her hand tight, and a grin forms over his face, although tears form in his eyes.
Owen: Jen… that is the best news ever.
Jennifer: It is? People think we are too young to get married, how do you think they are going to react to us bringing a baby into the world?
Owen: AJ did it… and he wasn’t much older.
Jennifer: I know… but this is different, I’m there daughter.
Owen: Yeah, and someone who has her head screwed on much tighter than AJ ever will.
Jennifer: Well, that’s true. So, you’re happy?
Owen: I’m ecstatic babe, this is the best news ever. I’m shitting it, of course I am. But a baby… that’s huge. When did you start to suspect something? Are you certain?
Jennifer: Well, I’m taken three tests… so yeah, pretty certain. And I thought something was up when we were on the boat the other day and I started to feel a bit sick.
Owen: Morning sickness?
Jennifer: I guess so.
Owen throws his arms around her, Buddy jumping to his feet wondering what was going on, and the two of them embrace for what seems like an eternity. When they part, Owen is still wearing that same grin, Cheshire cat like. Though the enormity of the situation has started to sink in that he was going to be a Dad.
Owen: Shit… when you told me you had to speak to me, there were so many thing that ran through my mind, but this…
Jennifer: I can imagine. It’s a lot to get your head round.
Owen: It is. It’s going to change so much, change priorities.
Jennifer: It doesn’t have to, people have babies every single day. They just adapt.
Owen: Yeah, that is what we are going to have to do. We’ll have to adapt, but we’ll be ok won’t we?
Jennifer: Yeah, I think we will… I mean, it’s not like we’re not financially secure. It does mean one thing though, and you’re not going to like it.
Owen: Oh?
Jennifer: I do want to postpone the wedding Owen. I’m sorry, but I’ve dreamed of this moment since I was a little girl, and by the time it comes around I will be five months pregnant. I don’t want to be waddling up the aisle.
Owen stifles a laugh, that image getting the better of him, and surprising himself with his maturity, he actually agrees.
Owen: Yeah, I get that… we can put it off for a year, I’m sure people will understand. And the kid will be at our wedding, how cool will that be?
Jennifer: Kid?
Owen laughs, Jennifer biting as expected
Owen: Yeah, we’ll I got called it and still do, so I sure as hell ain’t passing up on the opportunity. And anyway he…
Jennifer: He… so we are having a boy then?
Owen: Yep… and you know what Jen, he ain’t being pushed into wrestling like the rest of the Cruzes’ were. He’ll make his own decisions, and find his own way in life. I’m not going to make the mistakes my Dad did… and Shaun to some extent.
Jennifer: That’s good to hear… but I’ve got a feeling it will be a girl.
Owen: The statement still stands. If I am the last Cruze that ever competes in the ring, then so be it. I don’t care what they do, as long as they can be happy. I’m going to make sure that they understand happiness comes before everything, and they can be whoever they want to be, without being dragged down by the name.
Jennifer: I guess all we gotta do now then is tell our folks
Owen: Mom will be over the moon, I know she will.
Jennifer: You’re lucky
Owen: Once Regan and Dave see how we are going about it, postponing the wedding and such, they will see that we have our heads screwed on right. It will be OK.
Jennifer: I hope so… but with regards to everyone else, let’s keep it a secret for now.
Owen: Not superstitious are you?
Jennifer: No, but I’d rather wait until we and our folks have got their heads around it, before we making it breaking news.
Owen: That’s fair… Shaun’s OK though right? I’d hate to keep him in the dark over something has big as this.
Jennifer nods, understanding how important Shaun was to him.
Owen: Wow, we are going to have a baby.
He pats the wall, buddy jumping up onto it, and Owen ruffling his fur.
Owen: You hear that Bud… you’re going to have a new best friend.
Jennifer: Hope he isn’t jealous
Owen: He’ll be fine, we’ll make sure of it. We’re really going to do this aren’t we?
Jennifer: Well, Durrr.
Owen: I can’t wait Jen… truly.
They embrace again, this time Owen giving her a kiss on the cheek.
Owen: We’ll be the best parents, you’ll see.
And Jennifer believed him, because he had that sense of positivity. A belief that now, he could do literally anything. Including taking on the responsibility of bringing up a child. The greatest responsibility of all.
+++ 24th March 2023 – Los Angeles +++
Owen had wanted to make sure that when Jennifer told her parents, he was there for her, no matter their reaction. Initially, it had been as expected, Jennifer throwing her life away, and the two of them being too young for this responsibility. But as Jennifer had explained, and Owen had said his piece, by the time he had left, they were once again fawning over her like a princess, and almost all animosity had waned. His first port of call was to Shaun, a flying visit just to give him the news as he was literally about to fly out to New York for a business meeting. After having a good chat with Angyalka, he had then walked the short distance to his Mother, her reaction just as predictable as Jennifer’s parents.
Kloe: OH MY!!!!!
Kloe throws her arms around her son, squeezing him as tightly as she possibly can.
Owen: OK Mom, loosen up a little…
She let’s go of him, holding him by the shoulders instead.
Owen: Jesus Christ Mom, I’ve felt less pressure from a 400 pound Bear Hug than that
Kloe: I’m sorry, this is just soooo exciting. And you’re both happy I take it?
Owen: Yeah, stupidly happy. I know some people will say that I’m too young…
Kloe: I was only 24 when I had you Owen, it wasn’t that much different.
Owen: Yeah, exactly… I don’t want to be some old geezer stumbling around when they want to play ball or something. It’s not how old you are, it’s what you’ve got up here.
He points to his temple to visualize his point.
Owen: Eighteen months ago, I wouldn’t have even entertained the thought of having responsibility for someone other than myself. Now though I am more than ready. I mean, it does mean we have to postpone the wedding for a little while, Jen doesn’t want to look huge on the wedding photos apparently…
Kloe laughs, but understood perfectly.
Owen: But I feel like we are ready for this… I really do.
Kloe finally let’s go of his shoulders, but she cannot remove the smile from her face, though it does eventually when a thought enters her head.
Kloe: I wish your Dad was around to see this. Can you imagine?
Owen: Would be one of the most spoiled kids in the world… mind you, probably will be anyway.
Kloe: He was brilliant with you and Ruby, and always dreamed of you both having children. Oh, does Ruby know?
Owen: Not yet, I wanted to make sure you knew first… I’m going to give her a call later on tonight when she’s out of University.
Kloe: She’ll be over the moon… this is the best news it really is. And just the tonic I needed.
Owen senses something, and immediately asks the question.
Owen: Why… is something wrong?
Kloe: It’s nothing Owen, I’m just being silly really.
Owen: What’s going on Mom?
Kloe takes a seat on the sofa, Owen sitting down next to her.
Kloe: I’m just feeling a little sorry for myself recently.
Owen: What do you mean?
Kloe: Well, you are off doing your own thing. You were going to get married, and now even though you’re not, you are having a baby. Ruby is off at University, and has new friends and is making new experiences. Even Taylor who I used to see quite regularly seems to be building a new life. I guess… I feel lonely with none of you around.
Owen: I’m sorry, I didn’t realize.
Kloe immediately shakes her head.
Kloe: Don’t be sorry Owen, you all have your own lives, and you don’t have to worry about me I promise. I guess now, looking back… I miss Orlando more than ever.
Even though his parents had divorced and both had move onto other relationships, the love they had for each other had never wavered. In fact, before Orlando’s death, it wouldn’t have surprised Owen if they had gotten back together.
Owen: I feel guilty now, because you came here for me.
Kloe: Yeah, I did… but it wasn’t all about that Owen. I needed a new start, somewhere where I didn’t have all the memories constantly following me around.
Owen: I get that, that’s why I moved to Miami.
Kloe: I just, I just don’t think that Los Angeles is the right place for me anymore. Like I said, I don’t know… I’ll be fine, don’t let me bring down your fantastic news.
Owen could see that the situation was troubling her, and immediately he only saw one possible solution.
Owen: Look Mom, you’re rattling around in this huge house and it’s getting to you. If there is nothing to keep you here, why don’t you just go home?
Kloe: What do you mean?
Owen: For as long as I can remember, you were always doing something. Whether it was looking after us kids, or Dad, and then once we were grown, running business, you always kept your mind active. I know that your illness means you can’t take on too much responsibility, but what if I had an option that at least allowed you to keep you busy.
Kloe: What do you mean?
Owen: Well, I’m just tying up some loose ends in New York.
That was the understatement of the century when it came to Eric Morris, but there was a plan in place for that.
Owen: But with all of this news, and my new school going ahead in Miami, I’m not going to be able to keep an eye on New York. Finch is good and all… but with Chloe having left, he will need some help.
Kloe: So what you saying?
Owen: All your friends are in New York. Pixie is there, I’m she’d love to have you back in the City. Why don’t you help Finch run ‘Next Level’ in New York? Honestly, you’d be doing me a favor… while at the same time doing some good.
Kloe: Like an Assistant Manager or something?
Owen: Exactly… and I know Finch would benefit from your experience. Finch would replace me and make all the big decisions regarding the place, you’d help him, without having to take on all the stresses. Mom, you wouldn’t have time to be lonely… and you would be back home.
Kloe: Yeah, but back amongst all those memories.
Owen nods his head agreeably.
Owen: You would yes. But it’s those memories that keep you going. It might sound cliché, but that’s how I filled the gap Dad left… with all the memories both good and bad. Look at it this way Mom, you’re stagnating here… moving back to New York, in the same way I moved to Miami could give you your life back. And a purpose that it’s obvious you are looking for. Not only that, you’d be closer to Ruby’s university and only a few hours flight from Miami. Its win / win.
Kloe stares straight ahead, obviously giving Owen’s comments some serious thought. She was stagnating, but apart from that she felt stronger physically than she had done in years. Maybe it was time to go back and face those memories head on, and once again build a life for herself that was separate from her children. The more she thought about it, the more she understand that Owen was right.
Kloe: But what about selling this place… moving is always a nightmare.
Owen: I’ll help you… and I’ll get my realtor on it straight away.
Kloe: It will have to be close to the School… do you call it a school or a shelter?
Owen: Both actually… and that won’t be a problem, it’s not like money is a problem for you.
Kloe: And you’re sure about this? Finch won’t have a problem with it will he?
Owen: He’ll be fine Mom, and like I said, Finch sometimes needs to be reined in, you’d be perfect and doing ME the favor. Plus, Jacob Laymon is working there now…
Kloe: Owen…
She gives him that dismissive look she had always given him when he was in trouble, as he mentioned one of Kloe’s old flames.
Owen: Sorry, couldn’t resist. But it’s someone else you know right?
Kloe: I guess so.
Owen: Then what do you think, you going to leave LA behind and help me out?
Owen sticks out his bottom lip, putting his hands together.
Kloe: OK, OK… I’ll do it. It’s a good idea.
Owen: Of course it is, it’s my idea.
Kloe: Wow, I’m really doing this
Owen: Yes, and look how excited you are as well.
It was true, she was excited, but although she didn’t know it, all of this came with a proviso. Owen knew that at the moment he was over-promising, because before Kloe went anywhere near the school, Owen needed to sort out his ‘Eric’ problem first. Although he had a plan and hoped that the recording would be the factor that got rid of Eric for good, Owen couldn’t be too sure it was going to work. If it didn’t then all of this would need to be rethought… but thankfully, time was on his side. And it was a risk he needed to take.
+++ 27th March 2023 – New York +++
Although Owen was always glad to go back to ‘Next Level’ which would soon become ‘Next Level New York’, he had to admit to himself that it was with a certain sense of trepidation. He knew that the moment he sat foot in the city, Eric Morris would know that he was there and would be angling for a decision, and a signature on a contract. Owen knew he only had one shot at this, and so he taken the step and messaged Eric, telling him that he was ready to let ‘Next Level’ go. He had set forth a chain of events now that he wasn’t sure how it would end but would soon find out. Outwardly though, he had to paint a picture that everything was ok, and after going through the surprisingly good numbers for the last few months, he had sat Finch down to go through some further details. Owen could read the trepidation on Finch’s face, and moves quickly to play it down.
Owen: Don’t look so nervous dude, it’s all good.
Finch: Whenever you call me into the office my anxiety goes through the roof Owen, you know that.
Owen: Yeah, well there is no reason for that today, it’s nothing but good news.
Finch: Well, I’ll believe that when I hear it.
Owen: OK, well I won’t hang around then so that you burst a blood vessel, I’ll get right to the point.
Finch: Thanks… if I’m being fired then I want to know. Don’t take it easy on me.
Owen: You’re an idiot, you know that.
Finch: It’s been said
Owen: Look, I’m nothing but impressed with the way you run this place, it’s made my job dealing with the financials so much easier knowing that you are on top of everything else. I know it’s not been easy for you, and you’ve had to learn ‘on the job’ so to speak, but you’ve done really well.
Finch: But…
Owen: Will you stop being so paranoid?
Finch: Sorry, carry on.
Owen: Long story short, I’ve just had some news, I can’t tell you just yet, but it means that my time is going to be limited.
Finch: What news?
Owen: I can’t say
Finch: I’m your best friend Owen… course you can say.
Owen sighs, rolling his eyes.
Owen: OK, but you can’t tell a soul.
Finch crosses his heart
Owen: Jennifer and I are having a baby
Finch: FUCK RIGHT OFF!!!
It was a classic Finch reaction.
Owen: No, it’s true.
Finch: Wow, Owen Cruze a Father?? It wasn’t that long ago I didn’t think you’d ever have a girlfriend.
Owen: Yeah, cheers for that. Anyway, with all that going on, and the new school I’m going to open in Miami, the chances are I’m not going to be able to get to New York as often as I’d like.
Finch: So you’re buckling and selling to Morris? I knew it.
Owen: No, I’m not… that’s not the plan at all. I just need someone to run this place, lock stock and barrel, from the bottom up. I need someone to take responsibility for Next Level New York, whilst I do other things.
Finch: So you’re getting someone with more experience in?
Owen: Is there any confidence in yourself left in there.
Finch: Not much, gonna be honest.
Owen: Well, no… I’m not getting someone in with more experience. I want YOU to do it Finch. I want you to replace me at the helm.
Finch’s eyes widen, and he leans back in his seat.
Finch: Say that again
Owen: I want you to replace me, and take total responsibility for everything that goes on in his building Finch. I have total faith in you getting it done.
Finch: Is this a joke?
Owen: No joke Finch… so what do you say?
Finch: Err… Yes?
Owen: Excellent… now, you’ll be happy to know that you will be due a raise, I think that’s only fair. And it will mean that your days are going to get a lot longer than they currently are.
Finch: That’s fine… nothing else to do
Owen: And it also comes with a proviso… since Chloe left, you’ve taken on too much. If you are going to be running this place, it can’t be single handed, so I’m going to bring in some help, in a similar vein to what Chloe was.
Finch: Right, so do you have someone in mind?
Owen: I do… and it will be my last decision, from here on in, it’s all you.
Finch: Ok, so who is it going to be?
Owen: My Mom… she’s moving back to New York, and she wants to get her teeth back into something.
Finch: Right, so you don’t trust me.
Owen: Honestly Finch, I do. But Mom is struggling right now in Los Angeles, and she needs this. She’s not coming in to replace you, just like Chloe wasn’t.
Finch: Yeah, but Chloe wasn’t already a successful business woman was she?
Owen smiles, he totally understood Finch’s concerns, and to a point he was right, thought Owen would never admit that. There would be times when Kloe would help make a ‘better’ decision than Finch might.
Owen: No, but look at it this way. Mom knows how to make a business work, but she is only there in an advisory sense. The buck will always stop with you, and the final decision will be yours.
Finch: I have your word on that?
Owen: Definitely, we can pinky swear if you want?
Finch: Nah, we’re not twelve.
Owen: So, what do you day Finch, can you make this work?
Finch nods.
Finch: Yeah, I can work with your Mom… sure. Don’t blame me if she falls in love with me though.
Owen: Honestly bro, I don’t have to worry about that.
Finch: Have you seen me?
Owen: Yeah, but I also know that Mom and Jacob have ‘unfinished business’ if you know what I mean.
Finch: They used to do the naughty?
Owen: Yep, back then it gave me the ick, but now, they might be good for each other.
Finch: That’s a risky little game Owen.
Owen: I know, but Mom needs someone in her life. Now Ruby and I have grown up, she needs something for herself. This will be it.
Finch: Fair enough… then I’m on board bro, and thank you.
Owen: For what?
Finch: Giving me this chance, you didn’t have to after what I did.
Finch was talking about when he was Owen’s assistant, and had fleeced him out of thousands of dollars for Finn Cruze.
Owen: No, I didn’t, but I’m glad that I did. Take this place to the moon Finch, it’s all yours…
He grins
Owen: Just don’t run it into the ground OK?
Finch: I’ll do my best.
Owen: I know you will
The two fist bump, Finch shaking his head, a smirk on his face.
Finch: So, Owen Cruze a Dad huh? You sure you’re ready for this?
Owen: Not the first to say that Finch
Finch: Sorry… I bet.
Owen: I think with something like this, you can never be sure if you are ready. What I do know is that I’m going to give it my best shot. You have a kid, and it needs to be everything… over and above everything else. I’m going to have to make a lot of sacrifices.
Finch: But, I get the feeling you are ready to make them.
Owen flicks his hair from in front of his face after nodding.
Owen: I am, I get that the minute the baby is born, its stops being about me. And it’s all about Jennifer and that baby. It’s a responsibility bigger than any other.
Finch: I’m way too immature for that, but I do understand.
Owen: I think you do yourself a disservice bro… all it takes is the right one to change everything. The minute I met Jennifer, I knew she was the one for me, but I didn’t think I stood a chance. Then, I thought I was well and truly in the friend zone, and had no way of getting out. And to think… I nearly threw it all away. Finch, I’m the luckiest man alive, I really am.
Finch: Bro, you deserve it… after everything you went through, you needed a break.
Owen: Look at us being all deep and meaningful. Wouldn’t have thought the Finch circa five years ago would have been capable.
Finch: I guess we all grow up eventually huh?
Owen: That we do. But yeah, thanks for standing by me when others didn’t. You could have walked away just like they did, and that means a lot.
Finch: Enough to if you have a boy you might call it Finch?
Owen: Err… not quite that much, anyway, I’ve always thought it best suited a girl
Finch: Yeah, don’t blame you.
Owen: Maybe as a middle name, we’ll see.
Finch: You don’t have to, I was only joking. Just be there for them yeah, that’s the only thing I wished from my Father. Him not being around was the worst.
Although he didn’t realize it, that resonated with Owen, Orlando not being around as much as he would have liked when Owen was little one of his biggest regrets as a Father.
Owen: I’ll be there Finch, I won’t make the mistake that my Dad did. That’s for certain.
Finch: Cool, well if that’s it, I have a business to run.
Owen: That you do, one more thing though?
Finch: Sure
Owen: Tomorrow night, make sure you’re not around ok?
Finch: Why?
Owen: Just promise me, out the door at six?
Finch: Yeah sure, not going to tell me why?
Owen: I will, but not yet. Just trust me on this
Finch: No problem. I’ll make sure of it. After all, I’m the boss now, I can do what I want.
Owen: That you can Finch.
Finch smiles, though his eyes are full of sincerity.
Finch: I won’t let you down bro
Owen: I know you won’t, now get out of here will you?
Finch: Alight…DAD.
Finch opens the door and leaves, Owen watching him go. It was the first time he had been called that, and it wouldn’t be the last. And Owen couldn’t wait to see if it was Baby’s first word. The mere thought bringing a huge grin to his face.
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