Chapter 11. Legacy of a Benoit: The Aftermath

Paul and I made our way to St. Louis the following Monday. I was excited to be getting married to Paul after all this time. I smiled at him, after we got into our rental car.

"What is it babycakes?" He grinned.

"Do you even have to ask?" I looked down. "This time tomorrow I will be Mary Benoit London."

He smiled at me. "You're hypenating your name?" He sounded hurt. He had the same opinion on it that my dad did. If you marry a man, you take his last name and ditch the old one.

"No. I'm getting rid of Elizabeth. My middle name will now be Benoit. Last name London, Mary London, but I couldn't get rid of Benoit completely."

He understood the reasons why I wasn't able to give it up. "I know babe. Just please try and remember that he is gonna be there tomorrow. He might not be there in person, but he will still be there."

I smiled. I knew he was right, I just wished my dad would be there for real and not in spirit. When we got to the hotel Vicki Guerrero was waiting for us. "Oh my I've been waiting for a half hour, Mary come with me."

I looked at her confused, and so did Paul. "She has to be fit for the wedding dress I choose for her."

"What wedding dress?"

"Did you really think I was going to let my goddaughter have a courthouse wedding? I've got the ceremony planned, reception, everything taken care of."

"Paul and I got the license online." I said.

"I know," I picked it up already. I smiled at her.

I got in Vicki's car and she drove me to a bridal shop. There was a dress hanging up, it was the most beautiful dress I'd ever seen. I smiled. She helped me into it. I looked in the mirror.

"You look like a magazine bride! Who is walking you down the aisle?"

I paused. I felt the tears coming to my eyes. "I wish it was my dad...and since not him Eddie...it breaks my heart that neither of them are here."

Vicki smiled and hugged me. "Not a day goes by that I don't think of your Uncle Eddie."

"I guess Sean will have to walk me down the aisle."

"He fly's in tonight, at 10:30."

"Thank you for everything, Vicki. Really, it means a lot to me."

"The dress was made for you, nothing needs to be done to it." She smiled and I saw a few tears roll down her face. "Get your butt to the arena."

I smiled. Paul was waiting outside for me. "Is my jaw gonna drop tomorrow?" He asked.

"You have no idea mister."

We drove to the arena together and RAW started. Paul and I were doing skits together this time. The camera's were getting ready to role. Vince was on today he was in the skit with us.

The cameras were getting ready to roll. "Mr. McMahon, I can't wrestle tonight. I'm getting married tomorrow and there is no way I can have a black eye on my wedding!" I protested.

"Beth wants a match, Mary, she has a right after last week."

"While, I do agree with you. Why not make it more interesting...I'm pretty sure there is a PPV event Sunday...what is it...the royal rumble?" I paused for effect. "Can't you just see it now." I wrapped my arm around Vince. I held my arm up like spelling it out. "Beth Phoenix versues Mary Benoit..." I smiled. And looked at Vince. "What do you think?"

"Just think of everything...all the possibilities what if it was a evening gown match or maybe even a costume match." Paul said with a smile

"Alright. I got it. I got it. At the Royal Rumble it will be Beth Phoenix versuses Mary Benoit in a costume match!" He smiled in accomplishment.

"See Mr. McMahon, that is why this business has gone so far." I smiled and the cameras were shut off. I laughed. "Oh lord this means I have to find a costume!"

Paul and I walked to his locker room, Brian was in there. They had a tag team match that night, they were prepping because they were up in about twenty minutes. "Hey babe, I want you to walk out with us."

"Is that okay?" I asked.

"I'm sure it is, you are my fiancee. Ashley has to walk out with us too though." He looked down, I knew that he didn't really want to add that last part in there.

Anger flashed through my eyes. She had almost ruined my entire life, stolen the guy who meant the world to me. She knew what she was doing too. "No more Ashley!"

"Babe…"

"She almost ruined us Paul…I don't want you to have to be around her anymore then you have to…" I sighed. I realized how stupid I sounded. He was marrying me, not Ashley obviously she didn't mean much to him at all. "You're right I'm being ridiculous, just please…no more buddying around with her."

"Deal baby. No more!" He smiled and kissed me on the forehead.

As if cued in Ashley walked in. "It's almost time to go guys, are you ready?" She smiled at them.

"Yeah, Mary is walking out with us."

Her smiled faded quickly. She wouldn't look at me. "Let's go babycakes." Paul grabbed my hand and we started walking out to the curtain. They were going to commercial then announcing the next match.

We all ran out to the ring together. When we got in there Paul and Brian did there flips off the ropes. Paul came over to me and kissed me. "Do good baby." I climbed out of the ring.

They started the match, I shouted and cheered for Paul the entire match. He and Brian won, they got out of the ring. Paul hugged me automatically! I raised his arm in victory. We all walked backstage and started making our way to the dressing room.

"Does this mean we can leave?" Paul asked.

"Lets stick around babe. It's not like were staying together tonight so lets spend time together now."

"Oh thats right. It's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding." He laughed at my superstition.

I looked over. Ashley was talking to Brian, "Ashley?" She looked at me. "Would you like to come tomorrow?

She stared blankly at me for a few seconds. "Paul, do you not know how I feel about you?" She ignored my question and looked at Paul. "Why would I want to come?" She said it louder then she should have and was tearing up. A few people looked at her.

"And do you know how I feel about Mary?" He answered right back.

"So what? How am I suppose to feel now?" She screamed.

"Ashley, you're causing a scene." Paul said.

"It makes me feel used! I was good enough for you, while her drunk ass was in the hospital but after that you toss me aside like yesterday's newspaper."

Paul wrapped his arms around me because I think he knew what I was wanting to do. "Listen Ashley, I was upset and vulnerable. That is it. It meant nothing. And don't you dare insult my fiancee."

She looked at him and had tears pouring down her face. She walked up to me and smacked me as hard as she could. Paul clasp his arms around me.

"Oh hell no! How dare you bitch! You're the slut who was trying to steal my man! Now that you find out that he wants me and not you, you're just mad. You're not good enough for him, you never have been and never will be!"

Ashley ran off. "Mary calm yourself. You don't need any of this." Paul was still clasped on to me. "Baby, its over." He let go of me.

I grabbed my face. "She fucking smacked me! How the hell is that okay? She is lucky that you had a hold of me otherwise I would have broken her face."

By then there was a group of people around all of us. Chris walked up to me. "Are you okay?" I nodded. "I'm surprised you didn't kill her!"

I glared at him and then looked at Paul. "Trust me, I wanted to."

"Baby, it wasn't worth you getting suspended. Trust me she will be suspended for a few weeks." Paul said. He kissed my cheek where she had smacked me. "Baby its red, maybe we should ice it down just in case."

Chris, Paul, Brian and I walked into their dressing room. "So Mary, I kinda was looking for you…" Chris said. "So Brian and I have kinda planned out a bachelor party for Paul. Randy helped us plan it since he is from here, but is it okay if we kidnap him after RAW?"

I smiled. "Oh lord, just keep him off the pole!" I said to Chris. He chuckled and gave me his word.

"So wait…are strippers allowed?" Brian asked.

"Yes, just you two, don't relive the Miami scene!" I said.

Brian laughed. "Hey its not our fault the strippers pulled us up there!"

"Okay, you boys get ready. I'm gonna go find Stacy. Make sure Paul is at the church by noon, you two. Because if he's not, you two will be in the doghouse next to Paul."

They laughed. I walked out of the room. "Hey Mar!" I heard his familiar voice calling me. I turned around to see Randy. "You aren't mad at me are you?"

"Why would I be mad at you Randy?"

"Well for the other night and for well for helping plan your fiancee's party?"

"Don't be dumb Randy. I understand about the other night, I understand need closure. Trust me I do, so no I'm not mad at you." I smiled at him.

"Good, I'm glad. I kinda felt like an idiot for telling you what I did."

"Well don't. Things are still the way they should be. But hey I need to find Stacy. So I will see you tomorrow?"

He nodded and walked off. Stacy was walking around when she saw me she ran up to me. "Oh my god! Are you okay? I heard what that crazy bitch did!"

I smiled at her. To say she had become my best friend was an understatement. "I'm okay. I got the guy remember?"

"So Randy helped me plan a party for you, but don't worry we are on a completely different agenda then the guys."

I smiled at her. "Okay sounds good to me."

That night was interesting to say the least. Filled with male strippers, cake and tequila shots, well apple juice shots for me. Just use your imagination.

The next morning I was in a room at the church with hair stylist putting my hair up into a complicated bun. Vicki, Stacy, and Ashley were in there with me.

"I can't believe that you are getting married. I still remember being in the room when you were born." Vicki was near tears. She was my godmother and the closest thing I ever had to a mother.

There was a knock on the door. Paul's mom, Isabelle walked in. "Oh hijita, you are finally going to be a part of my family!"

I smiled. I got up and hugged her. My hair was almost done, she felt it in amazement. "Muy bonita!"

She came over and introduced herself to everyone. Her and Vicki talked in spanish back in forth about Paul and I. Isabelle always loved the fact I was fluent in spanish. It was something she was impressed with.

I heard the door open, Brian walked in with his eyes covered. "We're here. And we're even 20 minutes early."

"We're all decent." Stacy giggled. Brian removed his hands.

"Hey ma!" He said to Isabelle, he walked up to her and hugged her. Then his eyes fell to me, my hair was finally finished. "Wow. Paul is excited, but there is something I need to tell you."

A million thoughts ran through my head. "Oh lord, what?"

"Paul and Randy kinda got into it last night...so a few punches were thrown...and Paul has a black eye and Randy has a busted lip."

"WHAT?" I screamed.

Stacy stood up automatically and grabbed her purse. "Honey, don't stress, its your wedding. I'm on it, I'm sure its nothing a little cover up can't hide." She came over and hugged me. "You're getting married in less then an hour. Get your make up done and dress put on!" She turned her attention to Brian. "Show me the way."

I sighed. "I'm sure it was nothing," Ashley tried to reason.

I stood up and walked out of the room. "I'll be back in a minute." I went to where everyone was starting to gather. I saw Randy there. I went in and grabbed him. I pulled him into the hallway. "What happened?"

He looked at me and was quiet. "It was nothing."

"Nothing? You and my soon to be husband threw punches at each other and it was nothing? That's not good enough for me Randy! What the hell happened?"

"Look, I said something in a joking matter and he overreacted. That's it. We were a little drunk and had there been no alcohol there probably wouldn't have been any confrontation." He paused. "Look, finish getting ready. You're getting married in 35 minutes, you need to finish getting ready."

I looked at him and decided he was right, I walked back to the room and sat down and let the make up artist start working on my face.

What could Randy possibly had said to get a rise out of Paul? I know it has something to do with me, but Paul isn't insecure he knows that I love him more then anything in this world. I sat there thinking about it the entire twenty minutes it took to do my make up.

Stacy came back in and sat down. "Honey, I couldn't cover it up, he had quite a shiner but I did the best I could."

"Do you know what happened?"

"I'll let Paul tell you, just enjoy today and get this out of your mind. You're make up looks good by the way. I love the smokey look on you!"

I smiled at her. Everyone helped me get in my dress. I had a corset that had to be tied up and that took almost ten minutes to get it tightened the way it needed to be. There was one last knock on the door. Sean walked in.

"You look beautiful!" He came over and hugged me. "Its almost time."

We walked to the doors and the wedding march started. Ashley and Stacy walked down first, then Vicki. Then it was my turn. Sean and I walked down the aisle. Everyone in the WWE was there. I saw everyone's eyes on me and I smiled.

I was finally at the end. We stopped at the preacher and Paul. Paul was wearing sunglasses, all of his groomsmen were. "Who gives this woman away in marriage?"

"I do." Sean said.

I grabbed Paul's hand when I got to him I took his sunglasses off, I observed his eye. It was swollen and black. The preacher started talking. It was time for Paul and I to say our own vows.

"The first moment I met you, I knew that I needed you in my life. I would like to say it was love at first sight, but I couldn't have you. So instead I befriended you and that's where we were for a year. Then we started dating, and at that moment I knew that I found the woman I wanted to marry and start my family with. For the last two years you are the only one I have been able to see in my future. And now, I have you and our child to look forward to. I get to call you my wife and be with you for the rest of my life. I couldn't have asked or even wished for someone better." I saw the tears welling up in his eyes. I knew that I was already crying. "I love you more then anything in this world, and no amount of words can describe how I feel. But I look forward to spending the rest of my life showing you how I feel about you."

I smiled at him. I took a few deep breaths so everyone could actually understand what I was saying. "Paul, you are my best friend above anything else. And I think that is why we have always worked so well. Because you are my best friend. We have such a rock solid foundation that I know that we can make it through anything. We've been through so much already. You have stuck by my side and never left me. I love you and couldn't even imagine my life without you. I couldn't live a day without your love. You are the one that makes me feel whole. You are the one that I want next to me every night when I go to sleep. I love you so much, and I look forward to the life we will share together. I can't even describe how much happiness and joy you truly do bring me! I love you forever."

We said our "I do's" and it was over. Paul and I walked down the aisle to our just married limo. We headed right to the reception. "Paul..."

"He told me that it should be him, not me...that he loved you more." I was in shock. "I told him that I had never cheated on you...he brought up Ashley...I lost it. I hit him..."

"Babe, Randy is a jackass when he is drunk..."

"Trust me I know.."

That was all he had to say about it. The reception passed, we danced to our wedding song "Don't Wanna Miss A Thing by Aerosmith and then after that was done we went on our honeymoon.

Seven Months Later

"Oh my god, Paul this hurts so much!" Another contraction was happening and I wanted to scream. "I want the epidural so bad..." I felt another one coming already. "Mierda...madre de dios."

"Another centimeter babycakes and its yours. No more pain. And I know your in pain when the spanish comes out. Cuelgue ahí adentro bebé" He kissed my forehead.

Twenty minutes later the nurse confirmed that I was at five centimeters and could finally be given the epidural. Five minutes after it was given to me I didn't feel anymore contractions. "Where are Stacy and Brian?"

"Baby, they are on their flight. They should be here within the hour, they land in about twenty mintues."

In the end we decided to have Stacy and Brian as godparents. After an hour they were finally there. Stacy ran in and hugged me. "How much longer?" She asked.

"Well, I am at 7 centimeters dilated and 100% effaced twenty minutes ago, hopefully another hour or two."

Paul was holding my hand. "I can't believe my son is going to be born today."

"Yeah, well I can I have been carrying him for over 42 weeks. He did not wanna be born!" I said.

They all laughed. We all watched some TV for another hour and a half. But by then I was fully dilated and it was time to push. Fourty five minutes later, I was pushing and I heard a precious cry. I knew that he was finally here, I knew that my baby boy was finally born! They handed him to me and I knew that I was crying myself. "Hi Paul." I looked at him.

Paul was beside me crying to. "Do you have a name for him?" The doctor asked.

"Yes." Paul choked out. "Paul Michael Sanchez Garcia London Jr."

"That's a mouth full!"

We enjoyed our time with our new son. Stacy and Brian congradulated us and held him as well.

"I love you so much Mary. And I love our precious son too." He kissed my head and then kissed our baby.

I knew that this was the beginning of my life and I couldn't wait to finally have a life with the man I loved more then anything and with my new baby.

Fin chap.

A/N there will be one more chapter it will be like 5 years down the road though.