Twos and One-Eyed Jacks Wild

Disco Inferno1

Summary: Sequel to Playing Charades. Eric Bischoff is released on parole and Kevin Nash and Shawn Michaels mysteriously disappear. No evidence points toward Bischoff and only intuition sends Therese Blair Nash and Stephanie McMahon Michaels on a chase that will lead them half way across the world.

Rating: T or PG-13 for mild swearing, sexual situations, and mild violence.

Disclaimer: I do not in any way lay claim to any name or character in the WWE. This is not-for-profit fiction. The only profit received is pure entertainment. Poetic license has been taken with character personas, along with television canon. Original characters of Therese and Evan Blair and Dinah and Lily Nash are copyright of Disco Inferno1, 2004-05.

A/N:This fic will follow the first ending of Playing Charades. I apologize to any Cena fans but I just can't write him as he deserves. Plus, I'm a little partial to Shawn Michaels. (note facetious grin)

Chapter I will begin with the epilogue but several items have been changed. Even though the majority of it is the same, I would advise not skipping the first part of the chapter even though it is familiar.

Chapter I: An Anonymous Apology?

The French doors closing caught her attention and Therese yelled into the family room, "Evan, come help me please." When there was no response, she set the ladle down, turned off the stove, and pushed the pot of sauce onto a cold eye. "Evan—" she started, heading out of the kitchen, but her scowl turned into a smile. "You're home early!"

Kevin returned the smile and stepped around his duffle bag that just seen two and a half weeks of travel. "I just couldn't wait so I took another flight," he replied and pulled her into a gentle hug, nuzzling her neck. "How long do you think I can have you before anyone notices I'm home?"

"I don't know," she suggestively replied. "Evan should be home from basketball practice at any minute but with—" The phone ringing interrupted her and she went back to the kitchen where the closest phone was. Glancing at the callerID, she recognized the number. "Hey, Steph, what can I do for you?" she asked.

"Here, let me have her," Kevin whispered to Therese and carefully cradled the infant that was asleep on her shoulder.

"How much longer are you on maternity leave with Lily?" Stephanie asked.

"We talked about this last week."

"I just wanted to make sure."

"I've got one more month before I go back," the blonde replied, now an employee with the Atlanta training facility of Pendleton's company, much to Evan's relief. "They gave me four months, remember? Why do you—" She stopped when Ruby, the usually highly lazy beagle, streaked by with a doll's dress hanging off her fat body. "Watch out," she warned Kevin. He turned in the direction from which the dog came in time to be smacked in the legs by a little brown-headed girl carrying baby booties.

"Daddy!" she shouted and Kevin scooped her up into his only free arm, hugging his two daughters to him.

"Is everything okay?" Stephanie asked.

"Yeah," she answered, "Dinah was attempting to dress Ruby for the second time today."

"I'm gonna wait until I'm as old as you were when you had her. I don't think I can handle one now," the brunette nervously laughed.

"You're almost there now."

"Don't remind me. Besides, I don't think I could handle one and deal with this."

"Deal with what?" Therese asked, a little worried at the sound of Stephanie's voice. "If this is about Bischoff's early parole, we've already talked about it. Not only do you have a restraining order against him, I've got one as well as my girls."

Kevin let Dinah slide down to the floor to take off after the dog again and caressed the blonde peach-fuzz on Lily's head as his wife's face slightly paled as she listened to the other woman's short reply. She looked up at him and whispered, "Steph got an anonymous letter today."

"What did it say?" Kevin asked.

Therese looked confused for a moment and realized that she had freaked out over something she truly had no idea about. "Steph, read me the note."

"'I'm sorry…'"

"That's okay. What did it say?"

"That's what it says!" Stephanie replied in frustration.

"Then what are you worried about?" the blonde replied nonchalantly and turned back to the sauce and noodles cooking on the stove.

"Bischoff got out two days ago and this shows up!"

"It looks like he's apologizing," Therese said with a shrug, trying to convince herself and Stephanie that there was nothing with which to be concerned.

"Are you crazy? When has that man ever apologized and especially for something like what he did to us," she angrily replied.

"You've kinda got a point…but it's hardly threatening. I wouldn't worry about it. Send it to Pendleton if it makes you feel better. Then I want you to put on something sexy and wait for your husband,"Therese comforted and turned around just to make sure her suggestion would be fruitful for Mrs. Shawn Michaels. Kevin wiggled his eyebrows and nodded but then reached out to caress her breast. She smacked at his hand and continued to prepare dinner.

"Wait for my husband?"

"You'll see. Now, I have two hungry men and two hungry girls and that's not counting the dog or myself," she replied, watching Lily wake up and begin to root around on her father's chest for her own meal.

"Maybe I am overreacting…" Stephanie trailed off. "Can we talk again tomorrow?"

Therese glanced around the kitchen door at Kevin going through Lily's things in the living room to find a pacifier as the baby was progressing in her fussiness. "I'm gonna be really busy but I'll call you this week as soon as I get a free moment, okay? Alright, now, talk to you later, bye." Therese hung up on Stephanie's protests, feeling a slightly bit guilty and a lot justified as a very sweaty Evan popped into the kitchen to immediately ask what was for supper.

"Shower first," the blonde ordered and pointed towards the hall. Shaking her head as he muttered to himself while he stalked off, Therese prepared the formula for Lily and then handed it off to Kevin who was cradling her on the couch, attempting to placate the infant. "Wanna feed her?" The look on his face said, 'Are you kidding?' as he took the bottle and situated the tiny girl.

"God, I've missed you," Therese muttered, snuggling closer to Kevin. "I'm so glad you got home a day early."

"Me too, sugar," he replied and pulled her closer, kissing her forehead.

"Hmmm…" she sighed and then he decided to take it a little farther. When he left on his last road trip, she wasn't ready to have intimate relations after giving birth even though it had been two and a half months. After Dinah was born, it had taken her a little longer to heal than what was usual and he assumed it was the same this time as there had been more complications with Lily. He found himself working out more and taking more cold showers over the past four months, two of those because she was on bedrest before delivery. She had never been still that long in her life and had almost gone stir-crazy. He had about shot himself and her having to deal with her moaning and his taking care of Dinah and the house.

Kevin tipped her head up and stole a few kisses. When Therese didn't pull back, he kissed her harder and ran his hands over her body and then up to her breasts. Caressing them, he noticed there was less swollen than usual. Out of nowhere, she pulled back and started crying.

"Oh, Rese, what's wrong?" he cooed, aware that he was selfishly frustrated.

"I'm a terrible mother," she sobbed.

Kevin refrained from making a face and wondering how long post-partum depression was supposed to last. He knew better than to say that because he would get a tongue lashing. Soon, it would all be over and he'd have his wife back, not once asking for an apology because he learned the hard way how women dealt with pregnancy and a new baby when Dinah came along. "No, you're not. What happened?"

"I can't even feed my own baby," she answered, sitting up in bed.

Kevin sighed, knowing exactly what the problem was. "I take it things haven't gotten any better since you haven't said a word while I was on the road. I should have known when you handed me that bottle."

"I didn't wanna worry you, so I didn't say anything," she squalled. "She's off breastmilk completely."

"Baby, lots of women don't breastfeed and their babies turn out fine. Lily's gonna be alright," he assured her, situating himself around her to starting rubbing her back and shoulders. She was so tense he could barely massage the muscles.

"You think so?" Therese barely got out around the sobs.

"Of course," he answered and kissed her neck, continuing to rub her back while she had her cry out. He couldn't imagine how she had managed to take care of Lily all day and Dinah for the most part when she wasn't in preschool. Therese wasn't one to show emotion beyond watching hockey, which she couldn't do as much. If letting her cry this out helped her let off steam the way hockey did, he wouldn't stop her.

When she was finally reduced to sniffles, she turned around and wrapped her legs around his waist, leaning her forehead to his. "You remember when I yelled at you in delivery room that I thought you were a terrible father and I could do this without you?"

Actually, he hadn't thought about the comment since. "Yeah, but you were in quite a bit of pain and I didn't put any stock in it."

"Whatever you thought, I didn't mean it and I would never say that. I would go crazy without you," she said, running the back of her hand down his cheek.

"I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart," he replied, reciprocating the action

"You also remember when I yelled at you that you'd never get between these legs again?"

He chuckled softly and replied, "You also said that with Dinah, so how do you think we got Lily?" He suggestively wiggled his eyebrows.

"The stork maybe?"

"Well, you see, there's a problem with this already—I am between your legs," Kevin huskily explained.

"Wanna stay there?" she asked, pulling his bottom lip between her teeth.

The groan that started low in his throat was an easy answer for her. When she began trailing kisses across his face and down to his neck, he began, "Everything's alright for us to…"

"I assume so," she replied, punctuating each word with a kiss. "But a man's got needs, right?"

Kevin grasped her by the shoulders and held her back to look her in the face. "When have you ever said anything like that to me?" She had never lied about having a headache when she didn't want to make love—she flat out told him she didn't want to do it. Once, when he was particularly persistent about wanting her, she had slapped a magazine in his hands and pushed him towards the bathroom. "What brought this on?"

"I don't want you looking somewhere else for something I should be giving. I'm not a spring chicken anymore," she said quietly, glancing away. "I look like I've had two kids."

"Therese Nash, you listen to me and you listen good. I am not hooking up with any woman on the road and I have no intentions of ever doing that. You have given me two beautiful daughters and why wouldn't I want their beautiful mother they look just like?" He dropped his hands to her waist that still held some of her maternity weight. "If this is what happens to get my girls, so what? You are what I want, they are what I want. I wouldn't do anything to ruin that."

"I'm sorry," she whispered, dropping her eyes from his.

"Don't you be. If you're in the least bit worried about something, you tell me. I don't want anything bothering you. Now, really, could you want some crooked kneed man who has more gray hair than somebody's grandmother or is it really something else?"

"You look sophisticated with your gray. And, yes, god, yes, I want you," she eagerly replied the last and passionately attacked him.

TBC…

Author's Notes: If you've read most of my stories, you'll know things start slow. Next chapter, we get what's currently going on with Stephanie. Then after that, it really gets going. Thanks for reading!