UNWANTED GIFT
By: Adrea19

P.S Taryn = Tiffany ( WWE)

"You gotta tell him" Taryn slowly wiped her tears away, trying not to prick out her own eyes with her long nails, and then dried her hands on an yellow apron she was wearing. Damn onions.

"Not now." Trish shook her head taking out the ladle from the soup pot and bringing it closer her mouth. First she blew a little, trying to protect her tongue before tasting the hot liquid. A little bit of salt wouldn't hurt.

"Then when?" Taryn kept bothering her sister with questions. She shot a quick look from outside the window, only to concentrate her attention on not yet cut onions on the wooden cutting board seconds later, as she saw that the car haven't arrived yet.

"When the right time will come." Trish smiled a bit.

"And when the right time will come?" Taryn rolled her eyes.

"When it will feel like it." Trish shrugged her shoulders. "And as for now," she took a deep breath turning off the cooker, "I don't want to scare him away".

"Yeah well. . . AJ doesn't seem like a guy, who'd get scared easily." Taryn mumbled under her breath.

"Brock didn't seem either." Trish responded with a hurt look in her eyes. "But the next thing I remember after telling him was the sound of his car's engine getting as far away from here, as he possibly could." She took the plate full of small sandwiches and started making her way to the reception room, to place it on the big table covered in white embroidered tablecloth.

"You do realise that some guys actually have balls and not water balloons instead of them, do you?" Taryn asked as Trish came back to the kitchen giggling.

"I do, but why to rush?" Trish smiled a bit. "World won't go down, if I wait a little bit." She opened a cake box and started putting it on a glassware cake plate.

"I think you're just running, Trish." Taryn let out a deep breath putting her onions in a bowl, where already were some small cubes of carrots, tomato demilunes and small pieces of cabbage leaves. "Sooner or later, he must find out. If he's like Brock, he will get away right at the moment and you won't need to waste your time on him. And if he's not. . . well hopefully he's not. . . then he's the one sweetheart."

" I know, I just. . . " Trish stopped for a second and placed her hands on her hips, leaning against the fridge. "I just want to enjoy a normal life, like everybody else. And as far as I hate to admit it. . . when he'll find out, it won't be really possible" she picked up the cake in it's plate and headed to the reception room once again. "I don't want to screw it all up".

"You can live a normal life with him knowing about. . . you. The real you." Taryn responded almost getting done with her salad.

"I'm just not sure if AJ can accept the real me." Trish mumbled. "We're together for only three months. Why in the hell should he deal with my differences? It's not that we're married, we don't have children. . . I'm just his girlfriend. He doesn't really have much motivation."

"Oh yes, he does." Taryn shook her head. "You're special. . . Well more special than usually. And I mean by the real meaning of that word. And that's enough motivation for him. So what? Yes, sometimes he will wake up in the middle of the night thanks to your screaming. And yes, sometimes he will have to deal with you acting. . . weird, but besides that. . . there ain't gonna be many sacrifices he will have to go through. He's a big boy, T. He can deal with it."

"I'm not sure will he want to." Trish whispered as they hard the front door open up, making Trish to raise her eyes from the table and making Taryn to turn around.

"Girlies! We're home!" They heard a familiar man's voice making Trish to loosen up a little and bringing out a huge smile on Taryn's face.

"By time" Taryn giggled placing a small kiss on her boyfriend's, Evan Bourne's, lips, when he, and just a bit taller Allen "AJ Styles" Jones appeared in kitchen's doorway.

"Hey AJ" Trish smiled looking at her boyfriend as he winked at her. "Did you guys get it?" she asked as Evan had his arms on Taryn's hips, their foreheads closed, her hands on his chest. He was whispering something to her, which caused blonde girl's giggles. "Evan?" Trish distracted them.

"Oh, yeah, of course" Evan let go of Tar, placing a small bag on the table. "Here it goes. Hope you like it". Trish let out a deep breath and opened the bag.

"A pack of black baloons?" she raised her eyebrow at Allen who just shook his head and rolled his eyes."Evan, you can't possibly think that black balloons will go well with the "Welcome Home" celebration to Stace and John? When they're coming home after the honeymoon? Right?" Trish sent a disbelieving look towards Evan, who once again got his hands wrapped around Taryn's torso.

"What? I just thought that coloured balloons would be too. . . circus like" Evan shrugged his shoulders.

"So you figured the funeral style would be better?" Trish raised her eyebrow as AJ hugged her from behind. She tried to react calm and nice, but AJ knew Evan was pushing her buttons, and he didn't want her to lose control. Not when her sister with husband was arriving home.

"Don't overreact, T" Evan smiled a little placing a kiss on Taryn's cheek. "It's only balloons and besides, black is stylish"

"Chill, babe" Allen whispered. His hot breath on her neck sending chills down her spine. "You know him"

"I wish I wouldn't." Trish whispered back angrily, releasing herself from his embrace and taking the pack of balloons, wanting to put them away from the table.

When she was making her way to the dresser, the transparent pack, which, thanks to ballons color, looked all black, fell down from her arms straight on the perfectly white floor. The contrast of black and white was bright and clear. Yin and Yang. Man and woman. Day and night. Good and evil. Happiness. . . and tragedy.

Wedding and funeral.

Trish placed a hand on her chest wanting to calm her heart down. Her breathing was unbalanced. Some nondescript fear in her eyes. The feeling, which started beating in her chest was hard to describe. If you can find some balance between fear, chaos, upcoming storm and a cruel knowing, that you're helpless to change anything, you know exactly what Trish felt. When Taryn, unlike AJ and Evan, noticed, that something is wrong with her sister, she immediately grabbed Trish's elbow and sat her up on the chair, gently stroking her golden locks. "Al, could you please handle her a glass of water?"

"Sure." Allen nodded taking out the glassware jar from the the fridge and pouring some liquid to the glass. "Is everything alright?"

"Uhm. . . yeah" Taryn nodded as Evan rolled his eyes.

"Gee, Trisha. . . I didn't know this balloon thing is so important to you. Relax, ok?"

"She's just stressed about preparing everything" Tar lied taking the glass from AJ's hands and handling it to her sister. "And she'll be fine in no time. Right, sweetie?" she asked as Trish slightly nodded taking a sip of water.

"Can you call Stace, and ask is everything alright?" she asked.

"Why shouldn't it be?" AJ asked placing a hand on her knee and a kiss on her forehead.

"I just want to be sure that they'll have a safe ride home" Trish responded resting her head against AJ's chest and wrapping her hands around his waist, as he, in response, placed his muscular hands around her neck. "That's all".

"No problem". Taryn nodded making her way to the reception room, where the phone was as Evan opened his mouth to say something, but Tar sent him a death glare, which made him to make a little "hooking my mouth" gesture.

"You sure you're alright?" AJ asked placing his palm on the side of his girlfriend's face. "Cause you sure don't look like"

"I'm alright" Trish nodded. "Just got this. . . strange feeling"

"Strange people with their strange feelings" Evan whispered rolling his eyes as AJ sent him an angry glare.

"You said somethin'?" he asked as Evan gulped and raised his arms in defence. He didn't want problems with the man, who had a huge potential to become a new champion of Maywood City's wrestling company. Of course, the company was small and not that well known. The paycheeks weren't too impressive as well, but in the end of the day, the wrestlers in that company weren't about money. Most of them would actually do that for free. Fights were brutal, long and harsh, so only really tough guys would actually try their chances in there. And Allen, by the nickaname of AJ Styles, was one step away from becoming their champ. That meant a lot. Evan had enough brain to not to become somebody for AJ to show what he got.

"Not a word, buddy" he shook his head as Taryn once again entered the kitchen, a little smile playing on her lips.

"Our sister and John are alright and on the way" she informed. "They're just thinking to stop by some gas station. And believe me, not to buy something, not to fill in some fuel and not to use a bathroom" she rolled her eyes giggling as Trish let out a relaxed breath. "Which means, no worries, missy" she smiled to Trish, who responded with a little smile as well.

"Then I guess we shouldn't be wasting anymore time and go back to preparing the food, shall we?" Trish stood up from the chair as Evan and Allen immediately turned their eyes to the door. "And we sure as hell would use some help, gentlemen" she giggled.

So, this is my new story, the FIRST story of mine which doesn't include Jeff/Trish pairing ( sorry trishjeffhardy ), and I hope you like it. I know this is just the very beginning and this chapter isn't exactly the longest ever, but I really would love some reviews. Reviews make me happy =)

Thankies for your time, and I promise to TRY to update this as soon as I possibly can.

XOXO

Andrea