Author's Note: Another fun installment. Twelve more chapters before we start each over again. What happens when you don't get drunk in Vegas? Thanks to coolchic79260 for reviewing.
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~~~~~~~~~~~November 6th, 2011 Las Vegas, Nevada (Brooks/Braddock Suit; Phil's POV)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I had been asleep until a scream woke me up. I didn't jerk I just looked around. I looked down at the sleeping blonde with her back to me. That let me know that it hadn't been my Scarlett screaming. I took the time to watch how peaceful her features were. I had been so long since she'd been so at peace.
I lightly traced the star and flowers on her left arm. Scarlett had her left arm resting on the covers. I shook my head. We really had to be crazy. We'd have three wedding receptions. One in Nashville, another in Emporia, and the final one in Chicago. We'd cover all of the bases then. I kissed Scarlett's left temple. I smiled at the small sound she made as she turned toward me. She opened her eyes.
"Morning Phil." Scarlett said.
"Morning Lett." I said.
"How much trouble do you think everyone else got into?" Scarlett asked.
"With the way they were drinking a lot." I said.
"So what is the plan for today?" Scarlett asked.
"I didn't have a plan for the day." I said. Scarlett shook her head and sat up.
"Why are you up so early?" She asked.
"You obviously didn't hear the scream." I said.
"Nope. I was having a good dream." Scarlett said. I shook my head. Scarlett moved her hair so it was off her neck. I took the time to admire the three hearts on the back of her neck. There were the two swirls and off the right side of the middle heart of three dots and then on the bottom heart off to the left of the same three dots.
"Tell me what the hearts mean again?" I asked. She had told me plenty of times.
"The top heart is for my Uncle Clint, the middle is for Blaine, and the bottom heart used to be for Adam but now it's yours. The first set of dots is for Marc, Alice, and Andrew, and the second set of dots is for Allen, Nicole, and Jack." Scarlett answered as she turned toward me. She leaned down and kissed me.
"I love you." I whispered.
"I love you too. Want me to make breakfast?" Scarlett asked.
"Should that be a question?" I asked. Scarlett shook her head and got out of bed. She grabbed a shirt off of the floor before she exited the room.
I shook my head when I realized she had taken my shirt from the floor. Simply because my shirt was the only piece of clothing missing. I grabbed my jeans from the floor and put them on. I walked out to the kitchen. Scarlett was in front of the stove making eggs. Wearing nothing but my shirt. It just so happened to be my Best in the World t-shirt that I wore on RAW all of the time.
"Some days it's a good thing you worked on a ranch." I said.
"Why?" Scarlett asked.
"You make excellent food." I said.
"Just the food?" Scarlett asked half turning to watch me.
"No, you have other qualities." I said. Scarlett shook her head and continued cooking. I smiled to myself.
"You want me to start the coffee?" I asked.
"Sure." Scarlett said. I walked over to the coffee machine and started making coffee. There was something easy about this. All that was missing was Blaine. The few times we'd been home we'd done this. Blaine had always helped. Then again I had never expected Blaine to ever call me dad even when Scarlett and I got married but he'd started doing it.
It might have something to do with the fact I treated him like he was mine. I had even gotten him to ask Scarlett what kind of wedding she wanted.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Scarlett's POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Once the eggs and coffee were finished Phil and I sat across from each other just talking and enjoying each other's company. I missed Blaine because he'd be bouncing up and down and chiming that it was time for Uncle Clint's race. Blaine was really close with Clint.
"So the night of Survivor Series Clint is going to take Blaine with him to Florida." I said.
"I thought Blaine was going to be in New York with us." Phil said.
"He will after the race. Clint will be with him too. I'm going to see if I can get Rob to make a pie crust and that way before we leave I can make an apple pie." I said.
"I'm sure Rob would do that." Phil said. I shook my head and we continued eating. We were watching the dishes when I splashed water at Phil.
"Scarlett." He said in a reprimanding tone.
"Yes?" I asked innocently. He shot me a look before he splashed me with more water. Water fights never end well in the first place.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Phil's POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Scarlett was asleep again. Scarlett got her first name from her grandma on her father's side and then Ana from her mother's mom. I heard someone knocking at the door and I brushed a stray strand of blonde hair away from her face before I found a clean and dry shirt and put it on. Along with my pants.
I opened the door to see Esmerelda RodrÃquez standing there.
"Hey Essie." I said.
"I wanted to apologize." Esmerelda said.
"Why are you apologizing?" I asked.
"That scream earlier was mine." Esmerelda answered.
"Ah. No problems. Hey Essie you know why Letty's had such a hard time lately?" I asked.
"Barbie has been giving her crap. She's the one who started the rumor about her." Esmerelda said.
"The rumor that she's slept with the entire male roster?" I asked.
"The one in the same." Esmerelda said. I nodded my head.
"Thank you. Let me know if you need anything." I said. She waved and I closed the door. I'd heard about that rumor from Cena. I'd gone to go check on Scarlett after I'd heard it and the entire Divas' locker room save Barbie had been freaking out.
I walked back into the bedroom to see that Scarlett was sitting against the headboard with the pillows propped up around her.
"Is there a reason Barbie hates you?" I asked. Scarlett shrugged.
"I'm not fazed by the whole pinup strong movement feud. Hell I'd probably side with Nattie and Elizabeth. That and I have my own locker room." Scarlett said.
"There has got to be more than that." I said as I sat on the bed across from her.
"Essie went to get something out of the Divas' locker room and heard Barbie talking to Eve about how I've got my own locker room and what a slut I am for having a kid without having a husband." Scarlett said. I shook my head.
"There could also be the fact that I've only been in the WWE since August and they like me more than her." Scarlett said.
"How do you guys know that?" I asked.
"There was this poll of the WWE Universe. I was ahead of her." Scarlett replied.
"Sometimes you Divas are more difficult than the superstars." I said.
"We try. Now can we be done talking about Barbie?" Scarlett asked.
"Yes. We could probably talk about any number of other things." I said. Scarlett chuckled. For us Vegas was just a chance to get away from all of the craziness of our life not a chance to get drunk.
