Author's Note-Yes, the title will change…or maybe not. And I'm ignoring the roster split AND the name change. It's just easier that way.
Summary: Basically picking up where "Truly Electrifying" left off. If ya haven't read TE, this won't make any sense. Or maybe it will?
Dedications-Bunny. ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?!?! Stop stalking me! It was funny at first, now it's just weird, ok? ;)
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The bright Caribbean sun hitting her eyes woke Ronda up out of a peaceful sleep. She rolled over tossing her arm lightly so it would land over her companion's warm chest, but all she got was an empty space and soft cotton sheets. Furrowing her eyebrows, she sat up and wrapped the sheet around her body pulling her legs up to her chest as she looked around the luxurious hotel suite.
"DJ?" she called looking around until she noticed the sound of a shower running then she relaxed. They had been in Cabo san Lucas, Mexico for a week and had never been out of each other's sight for too long, especially since…
Ronda gathered hers and Dwayne's clothes from off the floor, setting them in a small pile on a carved wooden chair before wrapping a hotel robe around her and turning on the TV while lying across the bed. Before she could get into anything she heard the water stop, and the soft squeak of his feet touching the bathroom tile. Before he came out, she reached over to grab the phone to order some room service, breakfast, for the both of them.
"You're up," Dwayne said, leaning down slightly to give her a soft peck on the lips.
"How observant you are," Ronda responded grinning. "How was your shower?"
"It was ok. I could think of at least one way it would've been better, you know."
"Hmm, I have no idea what you mean," she said, going over to her bag to get ready for her own shower. After she was done, she walked back into the room where Dwayne was pulling a khaki colored T-shirt over his head. He had packed mostly everything he'd brought into his large back and zipped it up when he was finished. Ronda had slipped on a lavender halter top with some blue jeans. She reached down to put her shoes on, looking over at the man who was getting their room service.
The man she loved.
Her husband.
Smiling, Ronda walked out onto the terrace looking out over the clear blue water as waves crashed gently against the surf and resting her arms along the balcony until a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist. She rested her head back against Rocky's chest, still gazing at the picturesque setting that surrounded them, and rested her left hand on her folded arm and stared at her ring.
"You're never gonna stop looking at that thing are you?" he asked rhetorically, he already had his answer without her saying a word.
"…You still don't have any regrets, right? I mean, marrying me so fast after my divorce was final?"
"Nope," she said firmly. "I wouldn't change a thing."
"I'm glad," he said, smiling to himself.
"Well, there's one thing I would change-I sure as hell wouldn't leave Cabo."
"Yeah, I know what you mean, it's beautiful here. But we gotta go home." With that, Ronda broke his grasp and walked back into the bedroom sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Home," she said scoffing, "We don't have a home. We've been married for three days; we're not going back to Connecticut to stay in my old room with Steph down the hall and we sure as hell ain't going back to Davie. I get the slight feeling that your ex-wife won't be too willing to share a home with the new one." It was true. The two of them were so wrapped up in their moment that they hadn't thought about what happened next.
"We'll figure something out. Make it up as we go along, that's what we do best, right? But in the meantime-" Ronda groaned-"We have to leave."
"Fine." Ronda got up and finished packing her things, slipped on her sunglasses, looked around at the idyllic setting one more time, then they left.
After they'd arrived in the city Raw was going to be held, Dwayne had gotten their rental car, and they set off to try and be at the arena before it got too late.
"DJ?" Ronda asked, chewing a fingernail.
"Hmm?"
"You know Vince is gonna kill us, right? I mean, you had a match on Raw that you missed and we don't know what the hell he had to come up with. And luckily for me, I'm not women's champion, or I'd really be screwed."
"Did anybody ever tell you that you worry too much?"
"No."
"Well, you do. I'm sure Vince will be just fine when we get back. You'll see."
~*Elsewhere*~
"Have any of you seen Rock?!" Vince growled angrily at the superstars and agents who were having lunch in catering. No one spoke, just shook their heads. And after swearing profusely, he turned and stalked off. About ten minutes later, a car pulled up in the parking lot. After getting out and checking in with security, Arn Anderson ran over.
"Hey, Arn, how are you?" Dwayne asked.
"I'm fine, but you two should be worried about yourselves. Vince wants to see both of you, now."
"Does he?" Ronda said, giving Dwayne an "I told you so" look before following behind Arn to Vince's office. When they walked in, Vince and everyone there was obviously in a meeting but everyone went silent as Vince glared at the both of them. Ronda tucked her hair behind her ear nervously as everyone in the room got up to leave the three of them alone. Vince got up from his chair and walked over to them slowly.
"Hi, daddy," Ronda said giving Vince a weak smile.
"Don't you 'hi daddy' me! One…whole…week the two of you were gone. One entire week of shows and excuses I had to come up with to keep the damn internet smarks off my back because The Rock had a title match that he didn't show up for! It was easy just to say that Ronda was out sick, and then people started to think about how convenient it was that the both of you were out at the same time if you know what I mean. So, I want something, something from both of you. Tell me why I shouldn't FIRE your asses!!" he growled in classic Mr. McMahon form.
Dwayne and Ronda looked at each other for a second before Ronda turned back to Vince and spoke.
"Cuz we got married," Ronda said smiling, and they both raised their left hands to show him. Vince let out a long sigh and sank into the nearest chair.
~*In Florida*~
"You mean he hasn't even called you?"
"No. And you think he would call his own mother."
"Hmm…I don't like this, Ata. This isn't like Dwayne at all," Dany said taking another sip of coffee.
"Well, I hope nothing's happened," Ata said, furrowing her brow.
"I suppose that if something serious had happened someone would have called," Dany replied, nodding.
"Well, still-" Ata was cut off by a cry from upstairs. "Someone's awake," she said smiling.
"I'll go," Dany offered.
"No, I haven't seen my granddaughter all day. You just rest and I'll take care of it," Ata said, and made her way upstairs. After a few seconds Dany got up to go in her office and get her phone book. After flipping through it and finding the number she was looking for, she picked up the cordless phone and started to dial. She was halfway done when the doorbell rang. Hanging up the phone, she ran over to the front door and opened it, smiling in anticipation, but when she saw who it was her smile faded.
"Oh, um, hello," she said.
"Good afternoon. Mrs. Johnson?" The courier asked. He was a fresh faced young man, with blue eyes and dark hair.
"Yes."
"Here you are ma'am," he said, handing over a long thin document. "You have a good day," he said, turning to walk away. Confused, she watched as he walked off the property, and then walked back into the house and into her office. Luckily Ata was still upstairs with Simone so she wouldn't be disturbed. Closing the door behind her and tearing the strip off the package she opened it and saw that it was a legal document. Figuring that it was some legality for her firm, she put on her glasses and sat on the edge of her desk, mumbling the words to herself.
"Da, da, da, da, da, yeah, yeah, blah, blah-WHAT?!" she exclaimed standing up, her heart pounding, and continued to read, her eyes starting to fill up with tears.
"A divorce?! Bull shit." She said, throwing the papers on the oak table and grabbed her phone book again, flipping furiously through it to find the number she was looking for.
"He thinks he's gonna divorce me? Well, he's got another thing coming."
-*-Author's Note-*-
Whew…if THAT didn't take me a long time to write, I don't know what did. If you read "Barely Breathing", well, I'm trying to come up with chap 2 for it. If any of you read my bio, it says why this took so long. I didn't know any legal words or anything, but I'm gonna have to learn some for a future chapter. *sigh* Review!