Alright, fellow readers. Guess what time it is? That's right. It's time for another song fic. This story is based off the song Alyssa Lies by Jason Michael Carroll. I know I use Undertaker in a lot of my stories but he's my all-time favorite wrestler of the WWE. A True legend and future Hall of Famer (Well deserved too). Anyways, hope you like this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Okay, readers. Let's begin. THE SONG IS USED FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY!
ALYSSA LIES
CHAPTER 1
"Kaia, it's almost time for school! Come get your breakfast!"
"Okay, mommy! Coming!"
Michelle had just finished filling a plate with bacon and eggs as her husband walked through the kitchen doorway.
"Morning, Michelle."
"Ah, good morning. But, who are you?"
Mark stopped in front of his wife. He scoffed. "Really? You don't recognize your own husband?"
"Well, my husband has long hair and a goatee. He wasn't clean-shaven or had short hair."
"Come here, you," Mark growled wrapping one arm around his wife's back and pulling her close.
Michelle laughed as their chests bumped.
"I could always grow the hair back."
"You know, you could. However," Michelle reached up and caressed Mark's smooth face. "I'm kind of like this though. You look very dashing."
"Hmm. What else?"
"Well, let's see. Cute," Michelle kissed his left cheek. "Hot," she kissed his right cheek. "And strikingly handsome." Michelle finished with a little peck at the tip of his nose.
"Hmm. Anything else?"
"Oh yes. You, my hunk of a man, are very, very, sexy."
Mark purred. Their lips met in a loving kiss. Mark pulled Michelle closer to deepen the kiss. From behind them, the sound of a soft giggle announced the arrival of their 6 year old daughter Kaia Calaway. Mark ended the kiss and turned around.
"Hey," Mark said. "We were having a moment."
"Get a room," Kaia chimed in.
Mark's mouth dropped as Michelle gasped. Mark's green eyes turned towards his wife. She looked up at him and giggled herself.
"Get a room? I take it she got that from you when she saw your friends kissing at the barbecue last week."
"Oops."
"Yeah. Oops," Mark said pulling away from his wife. "No more good morning kisses for you, little lady," he joked with a smirk.
"Oh!"
Michelle playfully slapped Mark's chest causing him to gasp. A shock look of hurt appeared on his face.
"Ow. That hurt."
"No, it didn't," Michelle said chuckling.
Mark pouted and gave his wife the puppy dog eyes. "You're gonna make me cry. Boo-hoo. Boo-hoo."
"Oh, Mark." Michelle said smiling and shaking her head.
Mark covered his eyes. "BOO-HOO! BOO-HOO!"
Michelle laughed as Mark turned and was kneeling before his daughter.
"Kaia," Mark sniffed. "Did you see what your mommy did to me?"
"I did. That was so mean."
Mark let out a loud fake cry. "She didn't have to do that to me, Kaia."
Mark hugged Kaia close as he 'sobbed'.
"There, there, Daddy," Kaia said rubbing and tapping her father's back. Michelle just stood there, laughing.
"Oh, Mark. You're acting like a baby."
Mark turned on his knees, his eyes staring at his wife.
"Hey. I'm no baby," Mark replied crossing his arms over his chest, pouting again.
"You had better behave yourself, mister."
Mark smiled. "Yes, Mommy."
"Oh, good grief," Michelle said turning towards the counter. Kaia and Mark looked at each other giggling.
"Okay, honey. Enough funny business. Time to eat the breakfast mom made you, then I'll take you to school."
"Alright, daddy."
Mark lifted Kaia up into his arms and carried her towards the table. He sat Kaia in a chair and rubbed her hair before walking over to the counter to pour a cup of orange juice. Michelle sat a fork and a plate of food in front of her daughter.
"Thank you, Mommy."
"You're welcome, sweetheart. I'll grab you a fork."
"Here's some juice for you, honey."
"Thanks, Daddy."
"No problem, kiddo." Mark turned towards Michelle, taking the fork from her hand and setting it near Kaia's plate.
"Now, my dear loving beautiful wife. I am officially taking back what I said."
"About what?"
"About no more good morning kisses for you."
"Oh?"
"Yep."
Mark grabbed ahold of Michelle and dipped her as he planted another long, wet kiss on her lips. Kaia sat at the table, more giggling rising out of her. Mark straightened Michelle and himself back up and broke the kiss. Mark panted softly.
"Whew. So much for wanting to hit the gym this morning, but that was just enough to get my blood pumping and my adrenaline going."
"Oh, Mark."
Mark gave a little wink and turned around only to feel a slap on the rear. He turned to face his wife.
"Hey."
"Sorry. Couldn't help it."
Mark shook his head as he walked out of the kitchen. Michelle sat in front of Kaia at the dinner table.
"Your dad is a goofball. But, we love him. Don't we?"
Kaia nodded as she chewed on her bite of scrambled eggs.