They Say The Best Love Is Insane

"I never thought there'd be a day where I'd be happy about getting a dress for my birthday," Darcy remarked as she pulled a dress over her head. "You chose well."

"Ray chose well," Jon corrected her. "You and I both know that if I had had any say there would be a lot less material than that."

Darcy picked her shirt up off the bed and threw it across the room, cheering when it hit him in the head.

"We're sitting together tonight, aren't we?" Darcy asked, finally calming down. Jon looked up at her and nodded. "You okay with that?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

Neither of them were particularly keen on letting the world know that they had gotten married – hell, people outside the company didn't even know they were together. They hadn't even had to go out of their way to keep people from knowing. With Jon travelling the country and Darcy spending the majority of her time in Florida their relationship was yet to be flagged by anyone on the internet.

"People might talk," Darcy said casually, sitting down on the bed to put on her heeled boots.

"Hey, we can't help the seating assignments."

Darcy turned around to raise an eyebrow at him only to realise that he had ducked into the bathroom.

She buckled up her shoes, wondering when she should be expecting Saraya. They had agreed that 7 was a good time to arrive - it made sure they weren't late for the event and that they also had plenty of time to socialise. It was Charlotte's birthday so there were plans to hijack the event and turn it into a birthday party.

While waiting for her friend, Darcy stood in the doorway to the bathroom and watched Jon get ready. When he had shown her the suit he was going to wear and told her the price, Darcy nearly cried. The same thing happened when she found out how much her dress had cost him.

Money wasn't supposed to be spent on fancy clothes. It was supposed to be spent on staying alive.

"Knock, knock!"

Jon snorted when he heard Saraya's voice through the hotel room door accompanied by a few very loud knocks. Darcy went to open the door to let Saraya in but Jon's hand caught her wrist and pulled her back into the bathroom.

"You look really great," he told her, leaning down to kiss her. "If I hadn't already married you I so would right now."

"Saraya's literally on the other side of the door," Darcy said breathlessly as Jon began to kiss her neck. "You're 28 years old – I swear to god if I end up with a hickey." The second she stopped speaking she felt his teeth dig into her skin; she responded by pushing him away roughly.

"What?" he asked with his seemingly permanent smirk growing.

"You two! Knock off whatever it is you're doing and open the bloody door!"

Saraya's voice and the accompanied banging had Darcy flipping Jon off as she ran to open the door. The Brit on the other side was standing with her arms crossed and her eyebrows raised.

"Sorry," Darcy apologised, though it was clearly insincere. Saraya walked into the room so that she could speak to Jon, too.

"I feel sorry for anyone who has to spend time with you two after you're called up," she told them, putting her hands on Darcy's shoulders and walking her out of the room. "Anyone in a hotel with you will get zero sleep. Bye Jon!"

"See ya!" he called out to them just as the door shut. Darcy felt Saraya's hands leave her shoulders and soon the Brit was walking beside her.

Darcy had told Saraya about the impromptu marriage but only by accident as she was trying to explain Sister Abigail. In her excitement about the call-up, Darcy had been talking a million miles a minute and halfway through she had referred to Jon as her husband – Saraya had barely even heard anything that came after that. In her disbelief, Saraya had shouted out "You got married?!" at the top of her lungs and Adrian Neville had walked into the living room just as she did so. Both were immediately sworn to secrecy.

"Hey," Saraya said suddenly, "How was your birthday? Do you like the dress?"

Darcy's hands skimmed over the front of her dress she nodded. If she was allowed to she would have worn her jeans and a leather jacket but neither of those two things fell under the banner of 'semi-formal' and she wasn't about to risk her new title as Sister Abigail.

Darcy was somewhat forced to become better friends with the other NXT Divas. With Leighla moving back to Iowa with Colby, Ashley being released by the company and Emma being called up to the main roster she wasn't able to see them as much as she would like to. Saraya had also helped her form new friendships, forcing her to step out of her comfort zone and actually befriend people. It hadn't really bothered her growing up that female friends had been few and far between for her but she was noticing the holes that had been left. It had taken a while but she was able to fill those holes with Charlotte, Sasha and Becky.

"This is the sweetest birthday party that has ever existed," Darcy said as she stood beside Charlotte.

"Only the best for a Flair," Charlotte said back with a wink resulting in a laugh from Darcy.

"You're like 700 foot tall today. This is unfair and I feel really discriminated against."

In response, Charlotte pushed back her shoulders and raised her chin so that she appeared even taller. Darcy huffed and folded her arms.

"Wow, they're just letting anyone into these things these days," Charlotte commented, though the smile on her face showed that she was just joking.

Darcy followed Charlotte's eyes and realised that she was looking at Jon, Joe and Galina.

"Yeah," Darcy nodded, playing along. "I think I saw a TNA guy here before. They really need to get better security at these events." She was referring to Charlotte's husband, Tom who wrestled as Bram in TNA. It had not been as hard as she expected to get him an invite but for the past couple of weeks it the biggest joke around the Performance Center was how they were soon to be infiltrated. Everyone purposely forgot that he used to work alongside them.

It was weird being around almost everyone who worked for the WWE - she had spent a few nights up at the tapings but even the massive productions that were Raw and Smackdown paled in comparison to the Hall of Fame. WrestleMania was next level again.

2013 had been another year of firsts for Darcy and, though she hadn't grown up watching them, to be allowed to the opportunity to be backstage for the WWE's most important event was not something she would quickly forget. As much as she liked her goals to be realistic and usually short term, there was no denying that to be on the Pay Per View at least once had been added to her list.

Her conversation with Charlotte ended shortly after a discussion about how they hoped to be on the Wrestlemania 31 card and Darcy walked over to Jon, Joe and Galina.

"You all need to stop wearing heels," she said as she stood beside Galina. "Especially if they're taller than the ones I'm wearing because, fuck me, I want to not be a short ass just once."

"Sorry, babe, I'll try to remember next time we go out somewhere."

"Go fuck yourself," Darcy stated simply after Jon chimed in. Neither Joe nor Galina had a reaction – both of them knew the couple well enough to understand that it was just the way they spoke to each other.

When Joe and Galina left to greet their other friends, and all of the important company people they had to, Darcy and Jon remained in the same spot. They watched everyone walk around in their best dresses and most expensive suits and, while both of them were wearing the same, they realised just how out of place they were.

"We still look better than everyone else," Jon stated casually, his eyes flickering down to look at Darcy. "No one can out do the polka dots."

"There's a rule written somewhere that a guy's tie should match his date's dress."

"Yeah, I know," Jon nodded, "But Ray didn't think that you would want to wear a blue dress, and I really wanted to wear polka dots."

"Have I ever told you that you're a loser?" Darcy asked when a big grin grew on his face. "The biggest loser I have ever met and I feel I should remind you that we are friends with Colby Lopez."

Jon put a hand over his heart and gasped, pretending to be genuinely offended by her comment. She stared him straight in the eye, smirked and then shrugged.

Darcy was sitting with Leighla backstage at WrestleMania. They were getting ready to head back to the hotel, just waiting on Jon and Colby to finish their celebrations with Daniel Bryan so they could all leave together.

"You know who I just met?"

Darcy turned to Leighla and shook her head, "I can't imagine you care very much about anyone you would have met today."

"Tessa."

Darcy tried her hardest to not look shocked – Leighla didn't know about Tessa and Colby and Darcy sure as hell wasn't going to be the one to tell her.

"Yeah? How was that?" she asked, looking away discretely so that she could pull a face.

"She was a bit awkward," Leighla told her, "but she was lovely. I can see why Colby used to have a crush on her."

"Yeah, she's a real sweetheart," Darcy said, almost sarcastically.

"You don't like her?" Leighla asked curiously.

"Not really. She's not the type of person I tend to hang out with."

Leighla didn't contend the explanation; she knew that Darcy didn't hang out with the 'nice' Divas – all of her friends had at least a little bit of an attitude.

Darcy was groaning inwardly and hoping that Leighla and Tessa's first interaction was going to be their last. She didn't doubt that Tessa would keep the secret as long as she could but there was always the risk of an accidental slip up.

The last thing she wanted was to have to deal with the backlash of keeping that secret, too.