Welcome to Book Three of A Dark Nightmare Revisited. This picks up that same afternoon where Book Two left off. I hope you enjoy!
A Dark Nightmare Revisited: Book Three
Chapter One
"...I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride."
Taker took Xandra in his arms, leaned in and kissed her softly.
"Congratulations." The minister said. "Have a great life together and God bless you."
"He already has." Taker replied.
"Thank you." Xandra added.
Taker picked up Carter's carrier and held his arm out for Xandra. She held on to him as the now united family walked out of the chapel.
"We did it!" Xandra said excitedly.
"Yes, we did, Mrs. Undertaker." Taker kissed his new bride on the cheek.
"I can't believe Lizzie slept through the whole thing."
"Neither can I." Taker said as he placed Carter in her car seat. "You know she'll probably be up half the night now."
"I hope not. We need our rest...and our time to...you know...celebrate our first night as husband and wife."
"Come here." He took Xandra in his arms. "I know you're scared, but it's all right. I'll help you through the nervousness."
"You will?"
He nodded. "I want our first time to be wonderful...and your first time to be even more so for you."
She kissed him lightly. "Have I told you how much I love you lately?"
"Yeah, you just did, but I'd like to hear it again."
"You're going to be hearing a lot of it tonight."
Taker chuckled softly as he opened the passenger door for Xandra.
Meanwhile, Stephanie was about to be discharged from the hospital. She had been checked out and she was as physically healthy as a new mother could be, so there was no reason for her to stay any longer.
"But what about my baby? Where is she?" She had asked the doctor, concerned. "Her father should have brought her back days ago!"
"I'm sorry, but without the father or the baby, we really can't help you."
Stephanie lay back on her pillows, tears streaming down her face. She was stuck in an unfortunate situation and didn't know how to deal. All she wanted was her newborn daughter back with her where she belonged.
But now she had a bigger problem. What was she going to tell her family? They had been looking forward to meeting the newest McMahon since Stephanie first told them she was pregnant. What could she possibly say when they ask why she was in the hospital, never mind asking about the baby.
'Xandra would know what to do...' She thought. 'Where is she anyway? She should have called me by now.'
Suddenly a frightening thought popped into her head.
"Taker..." She said quietly. 'He'd better not do anything to hurt Xandra, or my daughter. If he lays a finger on either of them, I swear to God...'
"Excuse me, Ms. McMahon?"
Stephanie turned to see a nurse standing at the door.
"I know. I need to start packing."
"No. My name is Jackson. I'm one of the nurses that helped you deliver your daughter."
"Can I help you?"
"Actually, I'm here to help you."
"Help me?"
"Yes. I believe I can help you in regards to your daughter."