Lita pointed at the design that caught her eye the most. Kane was standing directly behind her, looking over her shoulder not saying too much. Lita figured her husband would never understand what personal space was even if she explained it to him. He was overly protective when it came to her like she would run away in seconds. She touched the stitching of the top. She decided she liked it. She'd been working hard to show that she was back in condition to fight again. Lita finally got her a match, and it didn't take her long to show her dominance over Molly Holly. She had a lot more to prove to Bishoff though, and Kane seemed to encourage her each step of the way. Lita lifted the clothing to her husband to get his opinion.
"What about this one, Kane?"
"Sure," Kane said. "I think you'd look good in red." She could see a grin tug at his face. Lita found herself laughing. He wanted her to wear matching colors as him. He kept bugging her about it for so long, but she wanted to stay with her punk look; which he admitted he also liked. He didn't seem to care for the most part.
"Maybe I will get attire made just for your matches."
Kane lowered close to her neck, kissing her before he whispered in her ear. "You'll look. . . . hot."
Lita felt her hairs stand. She could already feel the wrestlers who were passing them staring at them in somewhat of a shock. Sure, she didn't expect to be happy with him but things change when you surrender to what your heart wants. It wasn't something she thought would happen. It was just sex until it wasn't anymore. Kane stopped when he felt her tense. He remembered she told him that she didn't want Matt to come around out of the blue and see them because there would be a confrontation. Of course, Kane didn't give a damn. She was his wife now and that's what married people did as far as he was concerned. But he wanted to make her happy so he simply placed his hand on her waist from behind while she continued to explore for new attire for the night.
Lita finally picked out what she thought was most her taste. She liked that Kane didn't really have a problem with anything she wore. They made their way to the backstage buffet to grab some grub after Lita had dressed for her match which was a few minutes away. Kane had never seen her so excited. It made him happy to see her so eager to get back out there. Maybe they really didn't need kids for a while. Kane walked closely behind his wife, staring at her red hair more than the food.
"Aww. Won't you look at the happy couple." Trish giggled behind them, the woman's championship thrown over her shoulder. Snitsky made his way beside her to Kane's dismay. "Lita, Sweety, are you damn stupid? You fell in love with the man that forced you in bed with him. Guess all that red hair dye went to your brain after all."
"Shut the hell up, Trish. I don't have time for this." Lita tried to ignore her, continuing to fill her plate.
"Well, you'll have as much time as you need after you get broke in half out there tonight. Maybe then you can let Kane knock you up again. Then you can have that baby you keep crying about so much."
Kane kept his eyes on Snitsky, watching the man grin at him and his wife. He didn't see what was so amusing to the big man. Kane wanted to knock the grin directly off his face. He'd let Trish talk all she wanted because he knew Lita could handle her easily by the way he saw her train. Lita made her way to Trish's face.
"How about you keep anything related to my baby out your fucking mouth, TRISH!"
"So sensitive, aren't you?" Trish playfully shivered to amuse Snitsky more. She would be nothing without the backup she had and she knew it. "Come on, Snitsky. We can deal with them another time." Lita watched Trish practically skip away in delight. Snitsky gave Kane a look, snickering at him.
"Watch your back you Big Red Bitch."
"Fuck. Off." Kane said between his teeth. He stood his ground next to the other man. Lita could see he had begun balling his fists in frustration, which wasn't exactly a good thing. The thing was, Kane had agreed with Bischoff to stay out of conflict with other wrestlers if he wanted he and Lita to have a chance at a championship. It was what kept him and Lita on the main roster for weeks now. As much as she would want to see her husband shut Snitsky up, she knew he would regret it later.
"Kane," Lita grabbed one of her husband's balled-up fist, welcoming him to grab hold of her smaller hand. He did reluctantly. "Let's just go. It's not worth it."
Kane pulled his wife behind him, not even worried about the food that they'd taken the time to organize in their plates. He just needed to get away before he did something he couldn't stop himself from doing. Lita gasped at the strength he had used on her. Did she do something? They had been fine lately, but Kane was still as unpredictable as ever.
"Kane." Lita said softly. She noticed that he ignored her, which made her even more anxious the closer they got to their locker room. "Kane, did I do something?" Lita asked. Kane continued to ignore him and nearly tore the doorknob off by how hard he'd tugged at the door to get it open. Kane let her go once the door was open. He walked towards the bench and sat silently while Lita rubbed at her wrist. He still could learn to be more gentle, Lita thought.
"Kane, what's wrong." Lita walked to her husband, rubbing at his rough beard.
"It's nothing, Wife."
"You know I hate when you do that, just tell me, baby." She knew she would get him when she used that word. It always did something to him, made him feel closer to her.
"I just didn't want to fuck him up. . . . for you. So you can have a shot at Trish like you've been waiting for. I had to get away before I punched that fucker in his face. He thinks it's so funny that he caused our sons death. What's so amusing about it Lita, because I don't see the humor in it one bit. I swear I will -" Lita could see him shaking violently, his breathing was becoming fast. She knew what would come next; holes in the walls, broken benches, bent up lockers, and maybe even more.
"Kane, just stay calm." Lita pulled him in to hold him close to her as best as she could. "We're okay. It's okay now. Just breathe." Kane relaxed. She could feel him wrap his arms around her before he pulled her on his lap.
"We're okay," Kane repeated her words like he was making sure she said it.
"Yes, we're going to be okay. I love you." Kane goofily grinned like she had noticed he always did when she said that word. He ate it up inside. She wondered what went on in his head sometimes. He pulled her closer for another embrace.
Kane nearly jumped out of his chair when Lita came out victorious in her match. A lot of the roster surrounded the monitor to watch the women fight to be the number one contender for the women's championship. They nearly ran when Kane moved so suddenly. They'd never seen him so emotional with anyone, not since Tori. It was definitely something the witness as their marriage bloomed from hell to heaven in a matter of months.
"Damn Kane, your wife put her down for the three count like she was a joke." Chris Jericho patted him on the back.
"Yeah, you have a damn headliner. I never have seen anything like that before. Damn." Rhyno agreed.
Kane ignored them and headed towards the locker room. It was good people were noticing how strong his wife was, but it kinda pissed him off at the same time. He wasn't their buddy and damn sure could do without them commenting on what was his. But he managed it. Kane was getting their bags together when Lita finally made it inside the locker room. It was like any other match entirely trying to make it through the crowd who were excitingly congratulating her.
"Did you see it, Kane? I won, baby. I won!" Lita was ecstatic. Kane nodded, smiling. He could feel the adrenaline still radiating from her.
"How could I miss it, Wife." Kane was more than happy to pull her into his arms. "You kicked ass!" Kane admitted. Lita could see his expression change to a more seductive expression. "Maybe, I can congratulate you in more ways than one tonight." Kane rubbed his wife's shoulders slowly.
"What do you have in that beautiful mind of yours, Husband?" Lita played along, enjoying what he was getting at.
"Perhaps I can take you out, buy you whatever you want. Then, you could put on some red for me tonight." Lita was becoming flustered as he continued. "Then I could let you show me a few of your moves, and maybe some of mine if you don't pin me for the win." Kane kissed her cheek, gently. "You like how that sounds baby?" Kane playfully asked.
"Mmhmm," Lita purred. He didn't know how much she enjoyed the things he did to her. Lita watched Kane lick his lips. Or maybe he did.
There was a sudden knock on the door that caught them both by surprise. There weren't many interruptions since they'd been married. Kane seemed to like it that way and Lita didn't mind. The knocks became pounding, which pissed Kane off more than usual.
"Who the hell is it!" Kane boomed.
"Lita, it's me. Open the door." Lita nearly passed out from shock. It was Matt.
"What in the fuck. Lita! I promise you will not like what I am going to do if you are still fucking around with Matt."
"Kane, I promise I'm not. I'm just as surprised as you are. Please . . . Just be calm, please." Lita plead.
"I can't-"
"Please, Kane." Lita really didn't want to have a fight break out between the two men. "I mean it when I tell you that I love you. You have to trust me."
Kane sighed. He didn't know what this woman had done to him but he did trust her more than anyone at this point.
"Fine, but I'm coming to that door too. No acceptions."
"That's fine."
There was another hard knock before Lita walked towards the door. She opened it to Matt's disbelief. Matt thought she looked amazing from head to toe. She was still beaming from her match.
"God! Lita, you're okay." Matt was about to go in for a hug until he saw Kane loom from behind the door, pulling his wife towards him possessively. Kane wrapped both his arms around her from behind, watching Matt's expression change once he realized she looked like she was used to his actions. Kane kissed the top of Lita's head, just to piss Matt off more.
"Hi, Matt." Kane grinned. He almost laughed as Matt's expression changed in an instant.
Matt tried to ignore Kane basically glowing in front of him with Lita in his arms.
"I just. . . just came to congratulate you on your win out there. I've never seen you move like that before. I'm just happy you are back and doing fine."
"Yeah. I've been working hard. Umm. . . Thanks." Lita swallowed, hoping he didn't say anything stupid with Kane directly behind her. "See you around I guess."
"Yeah," Matt said.
Lita began to close the door but was suddenly stopped by a hard hand place on the door.
"Wait, wait!" The door opened again. Kane tilted his head, did Matt have a death wish? "How the fuck did this happen. When we split you didn't know what you wanted but now you're happy with Kane all of a sudden. Are you happy with this sick bastard? Come on, Lita. This isn't you. Is this an act? Is Kane making you do this?"
"Matt, things changed. I'm happy with him. He's a good husband. He takes care of me and he'd never hurt me believe it or not. We're married, what did you expect to happen?"
"What did I expect. Are you kidding me? Lita, you're lying. You can't be-" Matt was in disbelief. What the fuck had happened in only a few months. Kane laughed deep in his chest; he couldn't stop himself.
"See Matt. I take care of her in more ways than she can explain. She loved me then and she loves me now." Kane smiled as he placed one hand on the door. He tilted his head, surprised to see Matt standing his ground like a fool. What did he really think was going to happen if he came to their locker room. Did he think he would get her back? Because he had another thing coming.
"If you want me to put it in simple terms for you. I fucked the shit out of her then and I'm damn sure fucking MY WIFE like no tomorrow now. And she LOVES it. Now get the hell away from my door and stay away from my wife!" Kane slammed the door hard in Lita's ex's face before walking towards the bags, leaving Lita shaking her head.
"Why would you say something like that, Kane? Why?" Lita threw her arms towards her husband. "So much for not causing a scene. Because I'm sure everyone is waiting for a story to talk about now.
Kane laughed. "I actually enjoyed seeing his face again. It was almost as pissed as the night he tried to jump me at the hotel." He picked up their bags and the keys to the vehicle. "Come on, Wife. We were supposed to be celebrating your win, right. Let's get going."
Lita shook her head. He was acting too calm for her to actually believe him. What did Kane have going on in his mind?