This is a work of adult fiction,all I know are my OCs.
Content-het, some slash, some language.
Muses of-many WWErs and several OCs.
In her home, in her room, a young woman who could've easily been a Beyonce double, checked her hair once more in the mirror.
She smiled, not at her reflection but her husband embracing her from behind, admirer, wearing his big pleased smirk of a smile, his father's smile, her Mike John Mizanin jr, her baby guy, love of her life.
He made David Evan, D'Evan as she was called, VERY happy.
Especially, she thought and grinned, at night.
D'Evan gazed at the photos scattered about the room, her dad Kofi grinning in most of them, her other dad Evan there too, plenty of photos of Miz and Morrison and Maryse,all in huge fancy frames.
'How's the prettiest wife that ever lived?'
Kisses on her brown neck.
Hands slipping into her dress.
she giggled and squealed and slapped those wonderful hands away.
'MJ! Quit it!'
'Am I being obnoxious, baby?'
'You are.'
'But am I really,REALLY really?'
'Weirdo.' D'Evan kept laughing, adoring eyes only for her guy, silly fauxhawk and sweet face and nice bod too.
'I thought weird was that guy Some Dad and Ads Dad worked with,that goober that thought he was a dancer.'
'The one Chris beat the crud out of, yeah.'
'Yep.'
D'Evan shot a look at the clock. 'Shouldn't we be leaving soon, to pick up Spike?'
'He said he'd meet us there.'
'Oh, I HOPE so.'
'Yeah, he needs some fun. Poor guy's been sitting around depressed after his chick dumped him.'
'Maybe he'll find himself a great woman.'
'Well, he's not getting mine!'