If you had told me a year ago that I was going to marry CM Punk, I would have told you to get your head checked. Now, it all seems like a dream. Eight glorious months we've been together, and we're getting married in April, on my dad's birthday. I thought it'd be a good birthday present to have him walk me down the aisle, and give me away to the man I love. So the time to start planning has already been taken advantage of. My sisters and I have made good progress. Julia finnaly decied on a pattern for the bridesmaid dresses. Andi has helped me pick out flowers, place setting cards, and helping me register. Punk and I are getting invitaions soon. My dress(both of them) have been designed and ordered. The only thing left to do is pick a spot for the honey moon, and make the reservations. I'm back at home with Julia in Chicago, as Punk is still on the road. It kills me to be away from him, but it's his job. I should be with him, but I need to work on wedding stuff. I sighed as I thought about all this. I leaned back in my chair. Julia is working on her skectches, getting ready for her spring line. I looked over at her and smiled. I'm very proud of her, with all the work she's done. She's even designed some of my manager's outfits. I reach for my phone on the table, but saw it had fallen off. Too lazy and tired to get it, I just sat back and relax, after a long day of wedding stuff. I know it's not until April, but there's still so much to do! Tiffany is getting married next month, in March. After the first, to make it more of a winter wedding. I'm the maid of honor, so not only am I planning my wedding, I'm helping her with hers. She's been freaking out since John propsed to her. I've not heard the end of it yet.
"Sis, you okay over there?" I heard Julia ask me.
I came out of my thoughts. "Yeah, I'm fine, just a bit tired. I think I'm going to head to bed. Don't be up too much longer. We still have some shopping to do. " I started to dred the thought of that too. We never got a chance to do Christmas right in December, so we're doing now in Febuary. Phil's still pretty pissed about the Rumble, but he's decided to be at least somewhat civil for when my family gets here.
I climbed up the stairs to my room and collapsed on the bed. I kicked my Converse off, and roll over to my back. I was still in my jeans and that ugly bright yellow GTS shirt Phil gave me a few weeks ago. I hated it, but I wear it when I'm missing him like crazy. I pulled my phone out of the pocket of my jeans and thought about calling him, but as soon as I closed my eyes, I drifted off to sleep.
"Elizabeth, wake up! You were screaming in your sleep again!" Julia said. I looked up at her and her hair was a mess, and her robe was tied around her small frame.
I sat up, rubbing my eyes, and realized they were wet from crying. "I...must...have...call Mom. Make sure Daddy's okay." I started remembering my dream. I was in the hospital back home, in the room with our dad. I was crying, and holding his hand, then Julia woke me up.
I looked around for my phone. Seeing it next to me, I quickly picked it up and call Phil.
" 'Lo?" He answered, half asleep. I glanced at the clock and noticed it's 4 am here, so in Pennslyvania, it's six am.
"Phil...baby, please wake up," I told him, a sound of urgency in my voice.
"Lizzie? What's," he yawns, " wrong? You sound like you've been crying."
I sighed into the phone, trying to gather my bearings,"I...I...I had another nightmare. You weren't here. They get worse when you're not around."
"Baby calm down. I'll be home as soon as I can. For now though, we're not getting any closer to Chicago. I'm sorry you're having nightmares again. Drink some tea, talk to your sister, and call me in the morning. I love you," He said before hanging up. I sigh, getting up. I heard Julia down the hall talking to our mom, as I made my way past her room and down the stairs, to the kitchen to get the teapot started.
"Yes Mom, I'm serious! She's been screaming in her sleep again! I know...I know. It gets better when he's around though. Okay, I'll tell her. We love you too. Bye." I heard her put down her phone. She came into the kitchen, a bright smile on her face.
"Momma says Daddy's fine. He's not in the hospital, and they'll be out here in a week for our Christmas. She also says, take your meds and be extra snuggley with Phil when he gets home," She told me. She pulled down two cups and a couple of black chai tea bags, and made our tea. I smiled sweetly at her, trying to hide what I really feel. After a couple of hours of chatting, we decided to get dressed and head out of the house for breakfast and day of shopping.
We started out in Downtown Chicago in some of the other local shops. We found a couple of things for Phil, Andi, our mom and dad. After a nice, light lunch we split up to find gifts for each other. I went into a small jewlery store down the road from Julia's clothing shop, or where it will be and bought her a deep purple amathyst and sliver necklace with earrings and a bracelet to match. She'll love these! I asked the store clerk to wrap everything up for me. She looked at me, studying me.
"Hey...you're Elizabeth aren't you? CM Punk's new manager?" She asked me. My face turned a bright scarlet. "Yes...I am." The lady's face goes from a sweet sparkling smile to a nasty frown. "Well...why aren't you being a good manager and traveling with him?" She asked rudely. I stood there stunned, not sure what to say.
"He...doesn't need me. And I'm on vacation, visting my family," I replied, with my hands behind my back, taking my ring off.
She started eyeing me, "What are you doing?"
I got the ring off and shove it in my back pocket,"I had an...itch on my finger, see?" I pulled my hand out and showed it to her. She looked satisfied as she took my credit card, and handed me my receipt. I thanked her and walked out. Once back outside, I slipped my ring back on my finger, then texted Julia that I'm going back home.
A couple of hours later, Julie came back, loaded down with shopping bags. I grinned as I got up to help her. I started to look through them, but she told me to back off. I complied and sat back down. I thought about all the stuff I have, and ran to my room. Looking through the bags, I found her gift. I smiled to myself, thinking, I can finally give my family the Christmas they deserve. The thought made me happy. For the rest of the day, we decorated the house, covering almost every wall and window with tinsle, glitter, snowflakes, ornaments, and anything that had the Christmas-y feel to it. By the time we were done, it looked like Santa had thrown up in my house. We settled down for pizza, hot cocoa, and an old cheesy Christmas movies. Soon and quickly, we both fell asleep.
Buzz...buzz...buzz. My phone went off in my pocket, gently waking me up. I looked at the phone number and ignored it. Andi doesn't need to be calling this early. I rolled back over in my chair, and fell back asleep, or at least tried to. My phone buzzed again. Without checking, I answered, "God dammit! I'm sleeping!"
"Oh. Well, if that's how you feel, then I'll talk to you about your job when you wake up, Princess," the voice replied.
I sat up, wiping the tired from my eyes and yawning. "Sorry Hunter, I didn't check to see who it was," I said.
"It's fine. I need you to do a Skype interview. Since Elimination Chamber is soon, we need you to neither confirm nor deny that The Shield is working with you, Punk, and Heyman," Hunter said.
I sighed, rolling my eyes. "Yeah, that's fine. When do you need it?"
"Tomorrow night, during the taping of Raw. I'm sending out someone with a script. I guess that's all I needed. See you tomorrow. Oh and sleep well."
I hear him chuckle as we hung up. 'Screw you Hunter!' I thought, knowing that if I'd said it out loud, I'd lose my job. I laid back in the chair, turning the volume up on my phone. Soon, I drifted back into a dreamless sleep.
The sun streamed in through a hole in the curtain, waking me up. I groaned as I covered my head with my pillow and stretched out my hand for Phil. I moved my hand back and sighed, realizing he's not there. I moved back to my side of the bed, holding my pillow close to me. I made my way downstairs, slowly but surely. Having Phil home would make everything less stressful. I heard Julia come down as I started pulling stuff out for breakfast. While I was cutting up some fruit, she sat on the stool at the breakfast bar, putting her head down on it. I laughed at her. She looked up at me and glared.
"Aww. Did someone have a rough night?" I grin.
"Shut up," she said, her glare almost drilling a hole in my head. I laughed again. If looks could kill, I'd be dead in my kitchen.
After breakfast, we showered and got dressed. She helped me prepare for the Skype interview tonight. I fidgeted with my hair, biting my nails, all the annoying little habits that I have come flooding in. I've never done a Skype interview. I look horrible on a webcam. Julia and I are in the office most of the day, setting up the webcam, and making sure Skype won't fuck up and lag out. To do that, we turned off all other laptops, made our wireless private, and reluctantly unplugged the 360, PS3, and Wii from the internet. With everything in perfect order, we waited for the person with the script to come. I found that rather odd, because Hunter could have just e-mailed to me. I wondered why he's having someone come over. I don't think any more on it.
It was nearly an hour before the interview, and the person still hadn't come. Julia and I started fiddling around the house, cleaning and recleaning stupid things. Finally, we gave up and went back to the office. We got Skype launched and ready, and waited. Then the door to the office opened and we both jumped. We turned around, and there was...Phil?
"Holy shit! PHIL!" I get out of the chair, skipping across the small room to his open arms.
"Can't...breath!" He gasped, as I tightened my arms around him.
I pushed myself back and grinned. "What are you doing here? Don't you need to be at the show?" I'm very hapy to see him, but still very shocked.
Phil put his bag down and pulled out a script,"Hunter sent me. He thought I needed some time off, and I haven't seen you in two weeks. The bus is quieter without you." He handed me the script, then kissed the top of my head. I smiled, leaning up on my tip toes to kiss him. I heard Julia make a gagging noise, and I giggled into the kiss. I turned my head around, sticking my tongue out at my sister. She just rolled her eyes at us as she leaves the room, leaving us alone.
"So, how long are you off for?" I asked, sitting down at my desk again. I looked at the screen, fluffing my hair.
"Not sure. A few days, I think," He says.
"Good! That means we can actually pull off our late Christmas!" I said, a little too excitedly.
Phil groaned. He ran his fingers through what's left of his hair, and sighed. "Yay, sounds exciting." I looked up at him, smiling softly.
"Baby, it'll be fine. Look, Cole is calling. We'll talk more after this okay?"
"That's fine. I need to stand behind you. Hunter wanted me apart of this too." He sighed and moved to get behind me, resting his hands on the back of my chair.
I quickly put on some lip gloss and fluff my hair out. Before clicking open the video call, I quickly glanced at the script and took a few deep breaths. Phil rubs my shoulders, giveing me a sexy smile that makes me melt. "Here we go," I whispered. I clicked the video call button and Micheal Cole's face appears on my screen, followed by the rest of the Universe.
"Elizabeth, Punk, nice to see you," Cole said, calmly.
