At long last, it was what the majority of us would call our most favourite day of the year (despite the awkward relatives, unwanted, thoughtless gifts because that person 'doesn't see you that much' and therefore has no clue on what you are interested in); Christmas Day!
Rolling over onto her left side, Stephanie McMahon-Levesque's blue eyes fell upon one of her greatest pleasures in life; her husbands sleeping body. Pushing the hair away for her face, she rubbed his bulging bicep, her child like eagerness ready and raring to go.
"Paul, wake up baby, it's Christmas!" she enthusiastically smiled.
"Wha-what?" he grunted, pulling the sheets closer to his face, almost as a way to shield himself from the sunlight pouring through the curtains.
"I said wake up coz it's Christmas day!" she repeated, sitting up in bed slightly.
"Great." Hunter murmured, his eyes drooping back into the land of nod.
However, the ever persistent Billion Dollar Princess wasn't about to give up so easily. "Come on, I want to go and open the prezzies!" she hastened, dragging the covers away from the near muscular figure besides her.
"Just ten more minutes?" the Game begged, alarm bells starting to ring in his wife's ears.
"Are you ok?" she quizzed, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah."
"You don't sound so sure..." she giggled playfully, beginning to tickle her husbands stomach.
"Stephanie Marie, just quit it." Triple H sternly spoke, smacking her fingers in the most gentle of manners; whenever he used her full Christian name, she instantly knew that he was annoyed about something. Either that or...
"Are you sick?"
Groaning, Hunter turned a little on his side, his hands firmly pressed against his forehead. "Well, I don't want to worry you, but..."
"But what?" she questioned, now pushing his hair away from his face.
"I don't feel too good. Man, I don't know how many times I've been up during the night." he grumbled.
"I didn't hear you." Steph's lips curled.
"No, you were flat out, snoring louder than the Big Show, Great Khali and Highlanders put together!" he attempted to joke, just grimacing at the 'pains' in his stomach.
"Cheeky." Stephanie smirked, slapping him playfully on the arm, her expression soon dropping into that of a frown. "I guess you won't be going to my parent's house today?"
Suddenly, that was the appalling moment Paul had been waiting for. "Well, I don't wanna let them down..."
"Oh, you wouldn't be, they'd understand." she replied, very sweetly, yet very naively.
"Well, I don't want to let them down, especially after Coachman went to all of that trouble trying to find some chefs..."
"If you are not well, you aren't well!" Steph almost ordered, heaving the covers back over his body. "You'd be better off in bed rather than out in the cold."
"Only if you are sure..." the Game croaked.
"Positive." Stephanie confirmed, smiling lightly to her husband of over three years.
Just then, the soft cries of their baby daughter could be heard.
"Well, I'll go get her up." Stephanie sighed, kissing Hunter on the lips. "Say, did you want me to bring Aurora's presents up here so we can open them together?"
"Sure, only if it isn't too much trouble..."
"Nothing's too much trouble for you." Stephanie winked, closing the door quietly behind her.
'I am too good!' Hunter mused to himself, grabbing his mobile from his bed side.
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Helping his cute toddler unwrap her what seemed like millionth Christmas present, the Heartbreak Kid, Shawn Michaels beamed at her excited face; she loved Christmas almost as much as her Daddy did. It broke his heart thinking that he'd miss the majority of her second Christmas.
Folding her arms as she entered the room, Rebecca smiled warmly to herself. Shawn really was a brilliant Father. Most of the time, she couldn't decide who was more childlike between the three of them, including their nearly seven year old son, Cameron!
Yet, she was more than a little disappointed at the thought of him leaving in a little over an hours time to play havoc with his best friend against his boss, instead of spending one of the few days off he had with his family in the comfort of their home. In fact, it really pissed her off when he first told her, so much so she refused to speak to him for the best part of a week.
Yet, he wasn't a child, no matter how good his comical acting on Raw was; he was a grown man with his own mind, more than capable of making his own decisions, even if they were favourable towards her. And that was very much a rare occasion.
Watching his beautiful wife's expression drop, Shawn lifted Cheyenne up in his arms and placed her on the sofa next to her brother. He felt a plea coming on. Before former Nitro girl Whisper could speak, he put his hands up as a defence mechanism, his eyes shutting.
"Look, I know you don't want me to go." he started, his arms now by his side. "But I have to."
"No you don't." Rebecca whined, her expression saddened. "Hunter wants you to go, that's it. And, as always, you'll go running..."
"He's my best friend, what do you expect me to do?"
"I'm your wife and they're your children, does that count for anything?" she raised her voice. Shawn's hands gently took her by the arm, moving her into the next room.
"Please, don't make this any harder than it already is." he begged, watching his beloved Becky raise an eyebrow.
"Fine." she sighed, wrapping her arms around her body. Suddenly, cracking the unusual tone of silence, the Icon's phone began to bleep. Rebecca knew immediately who it was from.
"Hey Hunter...yeah, Merry Christmas to you too! You'll have the plane here in half an hour? Great, see you then, bye!"
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After tears and tantrums from his youngsters, Shawn reluctantly got on the plane that his best friend was currently sat on. Sighing heavily to himself, he strapped himself in, sadly waving to his tear stained family.
"You ok?" Triple H quizzed.
"Yeah." the Heartbreak Kid replied thoughtfully, rolling his eyes a little. "Remind me why we are doing this?"
"Coz we really need to get revenge on that twat Vince - don't tell me you're having second thoughts?" the Game questioned, knowing that Shawn wasn't fully happy with the plan in the first place.
"No. Let's just go so we can get back." Shawn decided as the plane rode high in the sky, getting back to Connecticut in what seemed like a matter of minutes.
The plane touched down, the best friends hopped off. After getting themselves preened in their disguises, they made their way to the McMahon house hold.
But what would Christmas Day have in store for the Heartbreak Kid and The King of Kings as well as the McMahon family?
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In the next and final chapter of 'Now, That Is What I Call Stuffing The Turkey!'...
How do D Generation X get on cooking for Vince McMahon? Does their vicious plan pull through or will they be finally rumbled before then?
Check back for more, soon!
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Hey, hope you guys enjoyed that chapter, don't worry, it's the only semi-depressing one in the whole story! Hope you are all getting more Christmassy too - I know I am! Once again, thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter - hope you enjoy this one as much!
