Chapter 10

Taylor couldn't stop herself from giggling even if her life depended on it. Just the mere fact that Kelli would lock Mark up in a room with Dumb and Dumber would be hysterical. "He's be on America's Most Wanted for second degree murder of them." She stated without hesitation, knowing Mark. She'd gotten to know quite a bit about him and his temper so she knew if the two drove him nuts enough, he would kill them for sure.

"Probably, but he'd also probably wind up pleading insanity and getting it. Did I tell you what they did to Glen and Steve?" Kelli instantly launched into the story of what the Terror Twins had done the night of the cage match. How they harassed the men to the point of almost winding up dead. She was glad to see Taylor laughing. "Yeah, I think that'd be the PERFECT punishment for Marky boy. Don't you?"

"Yeah, but I do like John and Randy too much to allow that to happen to them." Taylor stated with a smirk, causing Kelli to grin back at her, and both girls busted out in full fledge laughter. "God can you imagine what Mark would do to you after getting out of that room? First he'd have blood on his hands and then he'd go after yours. I would plead innocent because it's YOUR idea." She smirked when Kelli started grumbling, calling her a chickenshit. "When it comes to Mark, yes I am and I'm not ashamed to admit it."

"Mark's a big old teddy bear, if you know how to handle him. Besides, I have Glen to fight my battles." Kelli smirked, licking her lips at the thought of her fiancé. "I couldn't do that to Mark, I love the old grouch too much. I might tape them though and make him watch it over and over again."

Taylor giggled as she shook her head, finally setting her glass to the side, too engrossed in the conversation with Kelli to even think about downing another shot. "So, tell me about these wedding plans. You ARE going to have a bachelorette party, right? You know damn well Glen is going too. The guys are going to force it on him and I think it's ONLY appropriate I force one on you. Since I'm the maid of honor and all." She grinned, her violet eyes twinkling with pure mischief.

Kelli tossed her hair back over her shoulder. "Of course I am. Glen is having one and from what I've seen, no force was needed." She rolled her eyes with a snort, sighing dramatically. "Let's see…you definitely have to come on the road, we'll be in L.A. in a week and that's' where I'm getting my wedding dress from. I found this awesome little boutique shop. We can see about getting you your dress. Something different from the other girls, since you're special." She teased.

Taylor grinned back at her and nodded, knowing she had no choice, but to go on the road now. She refused to miss her best friend's wedding and giggled at the thought of Kelli getting married. "God you were always the crazy one out of both of us. I can't believe Glen was the one to make you settle down." Kelli was a huge party girl when they were younger, but that all changed when she got a job as Glen's personal assistant and ended up becoming a Diva, his valet, for the WWE. They hit it off instantly, after she told Glen where he could stick his temperamental, childish attitude. They were too adorable and Taylor knew they'd be together forever.

"It's been a rocky road, but that's half the fun." Kelli concurred, her eyes shining at the mere thought of the man she loved. She snuggled back into the leather cushions, her drink long forgotten as well. "Of course he still acts up every now and then, but nothing a threat of no sex can't fix." She didn't add he used the same threats on her. "I was thinking of something in a light purple for you…because of your eyes."

Her eyes lit up upon hearing that, a smile spreading across her face, and nodded in response but then frowned. "Your colors are red, white and black, honey. That won't exactly match…" She trailed off, biting her bottom lip, and smiled when she got an idea. "What about a deep, red wine colored dress that looks both red and purple together?" She suggested, a sparking forming in her eyes again.

Kelli thought about it, mentally seeing it, and smiled. "Mmm…a burgundy color…you'll look perfect, absolutely stunning. Glen and Mark have to go get fitted for tuxes since Mark's the best man and whatnot." She raked a hand through her hair and grinned. "I'm curious about how they'll look. Have you ever seen them in a tux?"

Shaking her head, Taylor had never in all the time she'd known Mark seen him in a tux. "He was going to be one of the best men for Ken in our wedding…" She trailed off, sniffling as the tears burned her eyes again, and shook herself mentally. Ken was gone and she had to get that through her head and move on before it ate her up completely. "You're wearing white right? Cause if you're not, I'm going to have to smack you silly." She grinned, already knowing her bridesmaids were wearing beautiful black dresses.

Kelli smirked. "Yes, I'm wearing white because I'm such a pure and innocent woman." She snickered at the knowing look on Taylor's face. "Glen did say something about a red sash or something, something red. My mom, however, said I needed something blue. That old wedding rhyme. Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue. I told her I'd wear blue lacy panties." Her eyes twinkled.

"You would." Taylor stated and shook her head as she sighed. "I hate traditions. I don't believe in that whole needing something old, new, borrowed and blue." She rolled her eyes as they started laughing again, knowing both had too much to drink, but neither cared. Taylor needed this as she hiccupped, laughing even more just as the front door opened. Speak of the devils, they had returned.

"Glen, I think they were talkin' bout us." Mark said, seeing the look on both women's faces, both wearing grins that reminded him of the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland.

"Your ears burning there?"

"Obviously they're talkin' about us. Who else would they be talkin' about?" Glen retorted confidently with a grin on his face, walking over to his fiancée, and kissed her lips softly. "Are you drunk, baby doll?" He asked softly, running a finger down her cheek, eyes soft, showing absolutely no anger. He had no reason for it.

"For your information, we weren't talking about you." Taylor piped in with a smirk of her own, hiccupping again, and started giggling.

"No, buzzed but not drunk. Why? Hoping you could take advantage?" Kelli teased, catching his finger and nipping it lightly with her teeth.

Mark cocked an eyebrow, staring down at Taylor, trying not to grin. "How much did you have to drink, Tay?" He asked, looking at the bottle and whistled. "For such small things, ya'll can pack it away." Kelli muttered something lewd under her breath, trying not to snicker.

"Christ." Glen groaned when Kelli began nibbling on his neck and earlobe, his eyes closing. "That's…NOT fair…" He grumbled good-naturedly, hissing when she hit a certain spot, and pulled away, kissing her lips softly before pulling her on his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist. "You know I love taking advantage of you, but it looks like that's your title tonight, baby." He murmured in her ear huskily.

"Does it matter how much, Mark?" She demanded with a roll of her eyes, stumbling up from the couch, and laughed when he caught her as her legs gave out. She packed away over half the bottle while Kelli had the rest. There wasn't a drop left, which was one of the reasons they quit drinking. "How much did YOU have to drink?"

"Let them have it out…" Kelli murmured, shaking her head. It was obvious these two had chemistry. It reminded her of the way she and Glen had been when they first met and tugged him up from the couch. "I'm taking advantage, let's go." She ordered, smirking when he groaned and pulled him towards the stairs.

"I had a few drinks." Mark admitted, grinning slightly. "You don't have to get defensive Tay, I was just askin' darlin'." He stared down at her and shook his head. "Damn wench."

"Insufferable asshole." She muttered in response, stumbling back to the couch, and collapsed on it while Kelli dragged Glen upstairs. "WOO JUST CHANGE THE SHEETS WHEN YOU'RE FINISHED!" She shouted upstairs, causing Glen to turn three shades of red while Kelli's laughter could be heard as Taylor grinned at the mortified look on Mark's face. "You knew it was coming so don't eve pretend to act surprised."

"Hell…had to give it a try." Mark replied good-naturedly, lifting her legs and dropping down, resting them on his lap. "The way Glen was talking, it was happening. I ain't cleaning after them though so they'd best be doing their own damn wash." He leaned his head back on the couch. "You have a good night?"

"I got wasted and talked about you and Ken. No, it wasn't a good night, Mark." She admitted openly, the alcohol being to blame for that, and shoved her legs off of his, not wanting to touch him in any form whatsoever. "I mean how it is you can kiss me like you're in love with me and I feel the sparks like I did with Ken?" She questioned, laughing bitterly as she raked her hands through her hair, and shook her head back and forth repeatedly. "It's not right. It's way too soon."

Mark arched an eyebrow. "How is it too soon?" He asked quietly, keeping his voice neutral. "It's natural Taylor, it happens. You feel like you're cheating on him." He said softly, knowing that was exactly how she felt and sighed inwardly, knowing this conversation had the possibility of getting very, very ugly.

"You're right. I am cheating on him. Even though we're not together anymore, I can't be kissing another man. Not this soon." She shook her head and sighed, standing up from the couch, and decided to switch gears. "I've decided something while you were gone tonight…"

Mark wasn't surprised at all with the change of subject. The woman ran hot and cold and he was becoming used to it. "What's that?" He asked, folding his hands behind his head, staring up at her, his green eyes half closed as he watched her.

With her back to him, Taylor took a deep, shaky breath and closed her eyes, knowing she had to do this while the buzz was still going strong. "I've decided to come on the road with you. I have to face him sooner or later and it's been over three months. Plus, Kelli's wedding is going to be on the road and I refuse to miss it so there it is. I'm going with you on the road, Mark."

He stood and raked a hand through his hair, finally nodding. "Great. I wish it was because you-" He shook his head and rolled his eyes inwardly. "That's great, Tay. I'm glad you're getting out of here." He didn't know what else to say at that moment. All he was doing was pushing her further away so he'd just play the game.

"What?" She whirled around on him, glaring at the look she seen in his eyes. "What Mark? I thought this was what you wanted?" She was becoming more confused by the moment and shook her head, finally tired of playing his games as well. "You know what? Forget it. I'm going to bed." She didn't give him a chance to reply and stumbled up the stairs, slamming her bedroom door shut a few seconds later as it echoed throughout the entire house. The man was driving her batty and she was about ready to jump off a damn cliff!

Mark stared at the stairs for a second before cursing and following her, ripping his shirt away as he walked, his blood suddenly boiling. He motioned for Glen to return to his woman before tossing open Taylor's bedroom door and walked in, kicking it shut behind him. A second later, he had her in his arm sand was kissing her breathless. "I DO want you to come on the road with me. I was hoping it'd be because you WANTED to be there with me too." He murmured against her lips, holding her close to his strong body.

Taylor's heart had lodged in her throat, not expecting him to kiss her like this. To be this emotional. Tears formed in her eyes, staring back at him, and knew she couldn't lie to him. She was going because of him because she needed him to face Ken without completely breaking down. "I am." She whispered, her hands gripping his shoulders firmly, and sniffled a little when his eyebrow cocked in question. "Mark, I need you…I need you to help me face him…to forget about him." She was having trouble with her words and swallowed hard as the tears began flowing down her cheeks. She couldn't just stop loving Ken like that. It would take time.

Mark smiled slightly, hoping this meant they were on the road to her recovering her heart from that son of a bitch who didn't deserve it. He tenderly scooped Taylor up in his arms, brushing his lips against hers again, a gentle, undemanding kiss, and laid her out on her king sized bed, but didn't move to lay with her. Just watched her in the moonlight, admiring her beautiful body was the encased in a soft purple nightgown that went to mid-thigh. "I'll help you with anythin' I can, darlin'." He said huskily. "You know that."

"I know you will." She whispered softly in return and hooked her finger in the belt loop of his jeans, pulling him down to lay on top of her, and stared deep into his green eyes before capturing his lips with hers in a passionate, heated kiss. She broke it, breathing heavily, and smiled when he lowered his body to lay on top of her, his head on her chest as she ran her fingers through his soft, long hair. "I haven't shown you much appreciation over the past few months, but you don't know how much you've helped me, Mark. Without you being here by my side, I probably would've ended up dead." She meant what she said and closed her eyes, exhaling a shaky breath, and allowed a few tears to spill down her cheeks.

"Without me here…" Mark sighed, catching her hand and threading his fingers with hers. "I disrupted your life, darlin'. I know I'm a bear and I apologize for that." He admitted it. He was a man used to getting his way and if he didn't, he'd take it. Though he had shown remarkable patience with Taylor. Something that shocked him to no end. He looked up, seeing the salty tear trails in the dim light and moved his head to kiss them away.

"No, you were just trying to help me see the light again. I needed a good swift kick in the ass and that's what you gave me. You saved me, Mark and I'll never be able to repay you." She sniffled a little more and kissed his lips softly, wrapping her arms around his neck, feeling her heart slowly begin to mend back in place. The pieces, the shards, that were in the bottom of her stomach were slowly beginning to piece together like a puzzle and she knew Mark was the only person who could fully put it together again. "Stay with me." She whispered against his lips, her eyes half closed as the moonlight flowed over both of them.

They ended up falling asleep in each other's arms like that, neither wanting to be anywhere else at the moment.

Each wondering what the future held for them.