Chapter 10:

*Willow's POV*

A strange, yet comfortable warmth awakens me. Memories from last night flooded back to me. Shane's holding me as we sleep. I'm blushing, realizing it, but I didn't freaked out.

He stirs, waking up while pulling me closer.

"Morning Willow," he mumbles with a smile, opening his eyes.

"Morning Shane," I smiled, greeting him.

"I like this," he smiles more, sitting up still holding me. "Walking up with you in my arms."

I blushed more.

"We have a big day today," he says smiling, getting out of bed.

"I'll get my clothes from the restroom," I said, getting out of bed as well.

"No, no, no, Willow," Shane firmly says, blocking my path to it. "You're going to take a shower and put on new clothes."

"N-New clothes?" I stuttered a little, surprised and freaked out.

"Yes, I've got you new clothes for the weekend," Shane smiles.

"But Shane-"

"Please Willow," he says softly, looking deep within my eyes.

"Okay," I whispered.

I did what he told me to do and a towel wraps around my wet naked body. When I appears out the restroom, the sight of the neatly made bed greets me. A brand new outfit of modest style and in dark colors. Next to ti has a note with my name and a makeup bag. I read the note first.

'Wear this outfit for today because tonight for the Hall of Fame, you will be wearing a new dress as my beautiful date," says the note in Shane's writing.

My heart swells with emotion. Shane's doing all of this for me? Looking at the clothing and I see that these aren't the most expensive clothes, but the nice clothing worth like around one hundred dollars. He's listening to me.

I get dressed in a long sleeved collared black top with black velvet rose designs and knee length skirt over black leggings that went down to my ankles. A simple black belt is buckled under my bust.

"Well, what you look at that," Shane's voice startles me a little. "Willow, you look beautiful," he says with a smile, walking over to me.

"Thank you," I smiled, blushing. "The clothes are amazing. It's been a long time since I wore a skirt."

"You should definitely wear skirts more," he says making me nervous chuckle. "We need to get to breakfast before going to your appointment."

"My appointment? For what?"

"You'll see after breakfast," he simply smiles.

I was a little confused of what he meant, but let it go.

Simple makeup paints my face when Shane offers to comb out my long hair. I wasn't sure because there's a reason why all of it is pulled up in a neatly professional bun. So I was a little hesitant when he begin combing, but after a few times, my body relaxes. Suddenly, at each tug made slight feelings run throughout my body. What are these feelings? Whatever they are….I actually like them?

Soft, low moan like sounds appear out of my mouth. My eyes are closed. His fingers in my hair feel so different then Daddy's fingers. They're more gentle and really amazing running themselves in my long dark hair. Thinking of the moans, they begin to become more like purring sounds.

"Looks like I found a kitten to have for my own," Shane whispers softly close to my ear, enjoying it as well.

I purred in response.

"This kitten is a very cute one too."

His cute comments are making me blush and feeling hot inside. Slowly his fingers went down the trail of locks to place his hands on my big curvy hips. This time I wasn't hestianted to his touch. In fact, I feel safe and secret with Shane more so than anything else.

I lean back to his chest with my head in the crock of his neck and closing my eyes again. Shane's arms wrap themselves around my waist and stomach. One of my hands hold them together. Shane places his head on my head as he holds me close.

"Willow," he speaks in a soft whisper.

"Shane," I whispered back.

The childhood crush is no longer a crush. It's now something much more than that. I am completely, madly in love with Shane Brandon McMahon. Nor for his money, not for his good looks, even though he's very handsome. It's because he's an amazing, a wonderful father, and his success in life.

My eyes slowly open to look into his blue eyes. No blushing, no shyness or nervousness. Our eyes are telling us what we have been feeling for each other. Then they begin to close when he lowers his face towards mine.

Just when our lips are about to meet, the sounds of his phone pull us apart.

"I'm sorry," he says softly pulling away to answer it, even though he doesn't want to.

"It's okay," I said softly feeling a little sad.

I waited patiently, looking away to focus on something else, so I wouldn't listen onto whatever he's focusing on.

"Sorry about that Willow," he nervously smiles to me.

"Don't be sorry Shane," I smiled to him, placing on the sandals provided for me. "We have breakfast to go to?"

"Oh right! But first," he says, offering me sandals to wear.

A blush covers my face when I see him giving me these amazing gifts and I accepted it.

Shane escorts me out the breakfast room where most of the roster is there to get breakfast for the day of the Hall of Fame. I blush a the embarrassment attention that I was getting from the male roster, but Shane manages to get them controlled. The clothes from before weren't showing my figure as much as these clothes are doing so it was embarrassing. Also my long hair is down, making a different look for me.

"We have to make this quick because of your appointment," Shane says, gently tugging me towards the breakfast room.

"Okay," I smiled, relieved that he's helping me.

We get our plates filled with breakfast and we eat at a table in a corner as usual.

After breakfast, Shane takes me to his rental of a luxury car. We talk about anything we can think of like we always do which always spike my interest because it helps me get out of my comfort zone. But I'm still quiet. I smiled more then over.

"Here we are," he announces smiling, pulling into a parking lot. "I know that you don't want me to spend so much money on stuff for you, but it's okay to have something nice once in a while."

"Okay," I smiled, liking the idea.

He opens my door like a gentleman and escorts me out to the salon.

My appointment is actually on the lines of a full day spa like setting. I got a facial, message for my upper body, and medi pedi. Also, restoring my health in my hands and feet since it has been such a long time since I haven't done anything to them. Honestly, the first time in a long time, I feel relax and calm from everything. Sure I was a little scared for the scars to show and feel, but the lights were out in the room and the massage therapist was so focus on the work that I guess she didn't realize about them.

After the spa day appointment, I walk out with my skin finally feels healthier and clean while my body is stressed free. My nails on both fingers and toes are the beautiful shade of snow blue which I always loved since I was a little girl. It was my mommy's favorite color.

"You look happier," Shane comments when I return to him.

"I feel happier," I chuckled. "I feel much better."

"Snow blue?" he asked with a smile, looking at my nails.

"Yea, I love wearing dark colors, but snow blue has always been there for me since I was a little girl," I answered with a soft smile, thinking about my mommy.

She always did love wearing dark colors while having her favorite color on her nails.

Suddenly I feel a tear or two of sadness escape my eyes. I miss her terribly.

"Willow?" Shane asked, making me look at him. "You okay?"

"I'm okay," I smiled, assuring him.