*DISCLAIMER: Vince McMahon owns wwe, kane, and Lita! I own nothing except my characters I made up!*
Chapter 4
Kane didn't say anything as he watched Lita walk around him. He watched her walk to the ladies locker room, all the while remembering the nine months she was his wife. Those months were the happiest of his life. He often lay in bed and wished she was lying beside him. He thought about their wedding night. How she seemed to cringe from him when he helped her out of her dress. He tried to be gentle with her. She was carrying his baby. He did not want to hurt her or the baby. A smile came across his face remembering making love to her that night. He never knew true ecstasy existed until he was inside her on their wedding night. He wanted her to enjoy herself as well. He went to great lengths to secure the Bridal Suite, with an expensive bottle of non-alcoholic champagne and strawberries waiting for them.
The first time he made love to her, he had an agenda, but this night, he didn't. He could take his time. Enjoy her. Explore her. He'd laid his hand on her belly, relishing the knowledge that the only woman he ever truly loved was now his wife and carrying his child. He made her his with careful planning. He was reluctant to untangle himself form her to order breakfast for his new wife. He planned a luxurious honeymoon in the Bahamas Islands, five miles from the nearest hospital, if the need for medical assistance was needed.
Kane was ripped from his memories with a loud knock on the door.
"What!" he yelled at the unwelcome intruder.
"Um…Kane? You're up in ten minutes," a trembling voice called back. The owner of the voice didn't wait for a reply; he was gone when Kane came out of the room less than thirty seconds later.
When his pyro sounded, Kane made his way to the ring to face his opponent. He pinned the other wrestler following a huge choke slam and secured his number one contender's spot for the world title match during the next pay-per-view. With a laugh of pure delight, he set his pyro off once more and exited to back stage.
Kane went to his dressing room, gathered his belongings and drove to his hotel. He parked his car, went to his room, and took a shower. After he dressed, he ordered room service and asked the hotel clerk not to be disturbed. After his room service was delivered, he placed the"Please Do Not Disturb" sign on the doorknob.
Kane finished his meal and sat back on the bed to watch T.V. and relax. Flipping through the channels, he settled for a crime show rerun. His half paid attention to the T.V. as his mind wandered back to his lost baby. He often wondered what might have been. Regretting Lita at ringside during her pregnancy, he often imagined their son in the arms of Lita, maybe even a second child.
After she miscarried, Lita barely spoke to anyone. When she confronted that foul Snitsky and was attacked for her troubles, he immediately demanded a match with Snitsky. No man could touch his wife and get away with it. Lita accompanied Kane to the ring during the match. She proved to be helpful, snatching the chain that was permitted for the match from Snitsky. After Snitsky broke Kane's throat with a metal chair, Kane was shocked to say the least when he woke up in the hospital and found Lita at his side. She smiled but didn't speak. She simply left to get the nurse and speak to the doctor about Kane's condition. He was released from the hospital eight days later. Lita drove them home in Kane's black SUV. She took care of him, making sure he didn't speak too much.
A week after being released from the hospital, Kane walked up and stood behind Lita while she was washing the dishes. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck. He thought she would struggle, but instead, she turned to face him, wrapped her arms around his neck and tenderly kissed him. He didn't question it. He returned her kiss gently, letting his hands roam over her. When she didn't push him away, he picked her up and carried her to their bedroom and laid her on their bed. He lay next to her and continued to kiss her. She surprised him again by sitting up, pulling him with her, gripping his shirt she pulled if off of him. He, in turn pulled her shirt off of her. He slipped her bra off and cupped one breast in his huge hand while gently suckling on the other breast. She let out small moans of pleasure. Not wanting her to change her mind, he slipped out of his pants and helped Lita out of hers. He lay on top of her, keeping most of this weight from crushing her. He let his hand roam to her opening and slid a finger inside, she moaned in pleasure. He withdrew his finger and pushed his length inside her, she did not cry this time instead, she stroked his face tenderly. She looked into his eyes as he gently let his thrusts build up their momentum. His thrusts became harder and hungrier. The sweetest sound he ever heard was Lita screaming his name as they climaxed together. After they were both spent, he withdrew form her as she snuggled into his chest. The last thing he said to her before falling asleep was, "I love you, Lita. Love of my life." He wrapped his strong arms around her pulling her closer as if he were afraid he would wake and find her gone.