Author's Note: CHAPTER TEN IS HERE! I hope you all enjoy it! Keep reading and I appreciate if you review as well 3
The two of them had finally arrived to their engagement party. Fashionably late, of course. Maryse was the first to greet them. "Finally, you two. I swear we've been here for hours!" she exclaimed as she hugged the both of them. "Sorry. Had to look fabulous," Makena joked, fluffing her hair. Then a few people caught her eye. She dropped Wade's hand and ran toward them. Her mother was first, then her father.
"Mama! Daddy! I missed you guys!" she shouted after hugging them.
"We missed you, too, sweetie," her father, Rich replied.
"Where's the guys?" she asked, referring to her brothers.
"Right here!" three voices shouted. Makena turned around and saw her three favorite men behind her. It was so good to see her brothers. She ran up to them. They gave her a group hug, squeezing the life out of her. "Baby sister, we've missed you," the three older boys exclaimed.
"Well, you have no idea how much I miss you guys, too!" she smiled, giving them individual hugs now.
"And we have a surprise for you!" Decker shouted. He was the oldest of the four.
Makena was anxious to see her surprise. She loved surprises, though she didn't leave much room for them. If someone said they had a surprise for her, she had to know right away. From behind them, out popped Brant Danielson, her first boyfriend and first love. It wasn't that she wasn't happy to see him, well, actually, she kind of wasn't, but what was he doing here? She didn't want to be rude, but he wasn't invited.
"Uh, hi Brant," she said lightly when he came toward her. He put his arms around her and gave her a hug. She lightly hugged him back. "What are you doing here though? I haven't seen you in years actually."
"Well, it's nice to see you again, too, Kens," he sarcastically commented.
"It's good to see you, Brant," she said, smiling lightly.
Ted came into the picture a second later. His baby blue eyes were furious, turning red with fire. "What is he doing here?" he questioned, angrily. Makena excused the two of them for a second. "Ted, I didn't know. My brothers brought him with them," she explained. "Look. Don't worry about him. Just don't go anywhere near him, okay?" Ted nodded his head, trying to calm himself down. "Promise me that, Ted." "I promise, Kenny," he replied, then walked away to join his friends. When she headed back to Brant, he had a beer in hand. "Walk with me," she directed, heading toward the opposite direction of the party. He followed.
"Why did my brothers bring you with them?" she asked Brant as they walked near the shoreline.
"When they told me you were getting married, I had to come. I needed to make things right with us after what happened the first time. I haven't seen you since they day I left you at the altar."
It was a cool Summer day in the Hamptons. Brant stood in the living room of his grandparents' home, pacing back and forth. He should have been out at the altar already, waiting for Makena to come out, but he just couldn't do it. He was pretty sure he was getting cold feet, but just the other day, he was so ecstatic about marrying his girlfriend since the eighth grade.
Makena and Brant met on the first day of eighth grade. He had unknowingly bumped into her, sending her things flying across the hall. After a little flirting and helping, he ended up asking her out on a date. She obviously said yes. And two months later, they were boyfriend and girlfriend. Even throughout high school. They stuck together like glue, but as the years went on, they started having problems. Brant started getting jealous of the attention she was suddenly getting out of nowhere by all the guys and he'd always want her by his side, never leaving. Though when Makena got fed up and would break up with him, he would do everything in his power to get her back. Kind of like Wade had done. And when Brant had asked her to marry him on her eighteenth birthday party, she said yes.
Now there he was, dressed in a tux and a purple tie, regretting he ever asked her that. Why was he flaking out on her? He jumped when someone patted his back. "Dude, come on. It's time for the wedding," Ryder exclaimed. Makena made him happy. He was sure when he saw her, everything'll be fine. So he walked out with his best friend/best man and up to the altar. Everyone sighed of relief when he was finally there. After a couple of minutes, the wedding March began and she was soon walking down that aisle.
Brant kept fidgeting with his thumbs. He was barely paying any attention. As he got more to thinking, he realized that he couldn't go through with this wedding. He was too young to get married and settle down. So when the minister asked for any objections, it was he who answered. The crowd gasped and when he looked at Makena, she was already crying. "I'm so sorry, baby. I just... I just can't do it. I love you," Brant told her. Then he ran down the aisle, fleeing the wedding. Makena never saw him after that.
"You don't have to make things right. I decided to forget about that a long time ago and I have. Then you show up, mention our almost wedding, and I get reminded of it," Makena admitted.
Then a deep, English accented voice came about. "What do you mean your almost wedding?"
Shit, she thought in her head. This had been the one thing she never told Wade, only because she completely forgot about it herself. She asked Brant if he could give them a moment and he did. Makena had to tell Wade this. It was important. She turned back to him and looked apologetically up at his green-gray eyes.
"I'm sorry, Wade. To be honest, I completely erased that part of my life from my mind. It wasn't until he showed up that I remembered. I haven't spoken to him or seen him in years."
"Who is he?" Wade wondered, trying not to get angry.
"His name is Brant Danielson. He's Ryder's best friend and my first boyfriend. I met him on the first day of eighth grade and we dated for four years. He proposed to me on my eighteenth birthday, then we got married a few months later. Well, almost got married. He bailed on me at the altar. The minister asked for any objections and he objected. Out of everyone, it was the groom. He barely said any words before he left me standing there. After that day, I never heard from him since and that's when I wanted to erase that memory. It was the most hurtful thing that's happened to me ever. I'm really sorry for not telling you, but I promise you it's because I forgot. And I know, how can I forget something like that? Well, I did. It was like my brain knew that it hurt too much to remember, so it had magically disappeared out of my memory."
Wade said nothing. He was still honestly shocked at the fact that Brant left her at the altar. Well, he sure as hell wasn't going to do that to her. Instead of getting worked up about it, he pulled Makena into a hug, squeezing her tight. "I would never do that to you, love. Never ever."
"I know you wouldn't," she sighed heavily. Taking back an engagement was one thing, but bailing on you at the altar was a whole different thing. Luckily for her, Wade would never leave her at the altar. Plus, as she's come to realize, her and Brant were too young to marry and it was probably for the best that he left. Though he didn't have to do it at the altar, in front of their friends and family. It was probably the way he did it that hurt her the most, but if he had gone through with that wedding back then, she wouldn't have dated Ted or be engaged to Wade.
"Are you mad at me for not telling you?" Makena wondered.
Wade sighed heavily. He had to be honest. "Yes. I'm marrying a woman who almost got married and never told me, but I'm not going to blow up on you and I know, I know. You forgot, but still. And I'd like to punch Brent's face in for doing that to you."
"It's Brant," she corrected.
"Brant. Brent. Brody. Brady. Same difference."
Makena giggled. "Do you hate me for being engaged and almost marrying someone else?"
"I could never hate you, love. If he hadn't left you, we wouldn't be here at our engagement party right now," Wade admitted. "Look. I'm sorry for everything that's happened in the last few months. I've just been getting stressed out and all that. Then not mention, I have a big night tomorrow night. I could become WWE Champion, Kens. Think of hearing, 'And your new WWE Champion, Wade Barrett!' run through your ears tomorrow."
She smiled. It did have a nice ring to it. Then she heard their names being called. She whipped her head back and Maryse was calling to them. She almost forgot they were at a party. Makena stood up first, then helping the 265 pound British man she was soon to call her husband up off his ass. The two of them walked hand in hand to join the rest of their friends and family for their party.
After a long night of partying, it was the beginning of an early morning of getting ready for Survivor Series. Makena was the first to wake up. Wade needed as much rest he could get which was why she didn't wake him up. She was heading for the bathroom when her phone started ringing. She grabbed it on the way in.
"Hello?" she singsonged into the phone, her voice a bit raspy.
"Come have breakfast with me," a voice asked.
It took her awhile to recognize the voice. "Brant?"
"Duh. So will you?"
"Um, yeah. Sure," she hesitated. She didn't want to, but she kind of owed it to him because she pretty much ignored him last night at the party. And she was a little curious as to what he's been up to since he left her about six years ago. She set her phone down and looked at herself in the mirror. She jumped when Wade entered the bathroom nosily. "Oh, sorry, Makena," he apologized. "It's alright," she smiled. "Morning." She opened up her arms and Wade had picked her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck while her legs were around his waist. She dug her face into his broad shoulders. She felt him shiver when she kissed it. "So shall we get breakfast?" Wade asked.
Makena lifted herself to look at him. "Um, well, Brant called and he asked me if I could have breakfast with him. Is it alright?" she replied. She understood if he didn't want her to, but he had no objections. "Just no funny business, okay?" Wade said. She nodded her head. "I promise I won't be gone long," she told him.
After getting changed, Makena headed down the elevator where she found Brant waiting for her in the lobby. He was sitting on the couch, feet propped up, not giving a care in the world. He was dressed in a white shirt, jeans, sneakers, and a leather jacket. Something she remembered he always liked to wear. He stood up at the sight of her, a smile plastered across his face. "Morning," he said. Brant wasn't sure if he should hug her or not, but by the looks of it, she didn't want to get a hug from him. "Hey. So shall we get some breakfast?" she replied, extending her hand. He took it, but with a look of confusion on his face. She didn't want a hug, but she wanted to hold his hand. This was weird. She was being sweet unlike last night. Makena totally ignored him at the party. Now she was being nice. Maybe she was just putting up a front.
While Makena and Brant took breakfast by the pool, Wade decided to head to the gym. He ran into Ted on the way. "Hey Wade," Ted civilly greeted him. "Hey Ted," he replied. They shared the elevator together. Wade contemplated on asking Ted about Brant and Makena's past relationship. As far as he knew, him and Ted were the only guys she's been with. Now a new man comes into the picture. Nonetheless, her ex-fiancee. He looked over at Ted. He was dressed in workout gear which meant they were going to the same place. So maybe he would ask him before they got there. It was now or never.
"Hey Ted," Wade exclaimed as they got out the elevator.
Ted stopped. "Yeah, man?" he responded.
"Look, I don't know if this is any of my business, but could you further Makena and Brent's relationship for me?" he asked.
"It's Brant," Ted corrected.
Again with the correction, he thought in his mind. "Tomato, Tahmato," Wade said, rolling his eyes. "So are you going to tell me or not?"
"Dude, it's best if you ask Makena. Not me." Then he left, leaving Wade standing there.
Just as he was about to step foot into the hotel's gym, he heard Makena's voice. He turned and found her with Brant, of course. They seemed to be on good terms now considering the fact that she was laughing and he was all over her. Did he have to worry about him now? He hoped not.
He actually disappeared into the gym before she saw him. He honestly hated the fact that he never knew about Brant and that Makena's brothers brought him to Miami. He had no idea why they had in the first place. The thought of Makena being married to that man set Wade off. He was honestly glad that Brant had left her at the altar. It was a harsh thing to think, yes, but if she had married him, he wouldn't have met the most amazing girl in the planet. Or be getting married to her.
He spent the majority of his morning at the gym, just working out and getting ready for tonight. As he headed back up to the hotel room he shared with his fiancee, he wondered if he should ask Makena about her and Brant's relationship or wait until she's ready to tell him.
Screw it, he said in his mind. I'll just be upfront with her.
When Wade walked into the room, Makena spread across their bed, watching a movie. He watched as her face lit up at the sight of him. She jumped up on the bed and into his arms. "I missed you," she claimed before giving him kisses. He chuckled. "Missed you, too, love," he replied, gently placing her on the bed, hovering over the top of her small body. He looked down at her beautiful face, the luscious lips she bit down on with her teeth as she smiled, her bright green eyes that sparkled up at him.
"Is it possible for you to tell me about your relationship with Brant?" Wade asked.
Makena's green eyes darkened, her face crinkling a little. She thought he had something else on his mind, but apparently, Brant was the one he was thinking about. She pushed Wade off of her. "I already told you about him," she remembered.
"Come on, Makena. You told me how you met and how he left you. That's not much," Wade said.
"Well, then, nosy. What do you want to know?"
"You gave him four years of your life and you almost got married to him. I'd like to know everything."
"There isn't much to tell, Wade."
"Like hell there isn't!" He blew up.
Makena was taken aback. His explosion on her came out of nowhere. What was his deal? "You know what? I'm not going to argue. Whatever question you have, I'll answer it," she sighed.
She answered any question Wade had for. He wanted honesty, so she gave him that. At the end of their conversation, she saw the look of satisfaction on it. It may have hurt her a little bit to talk about it, but she had to. Not only for Wade, but for her as well. It's been six years since she's talked to anyone about her relationship with Brant and it honestly felt good to. She needed to get it all out of her system.
Wade saw the look on Makena's face when they were through. She looked like she wanted to cry, but he didn't want her to. He apologized for ever asking about it. "No, it's fine. I mean, I haven't thoroughly talked to someone about it since then, but it felt good to tell you. Like a weight was lifted off my shoulders," she explained. "It still stung a little when I told you the bad stuff." She huffed out a light sigh and looked up at Wade. He smiled lightly back at her, pulling her into a hug. "Look, babe. I would never cheat on you, you know that. I'm sorry that he had for the time he did," he said, trying to soothe her. "Thank you, but we shouldn't be talking about this anymore. We need to head to the arena. It's almost time for your big night," she smiled.
Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed again. We all know what happened at Survivor Series, but I've got a few things in store of everyone.