*DISCLAIMER: VINCE MCMAHON OWNS WWE, KANE, AND LITA! I OWN NOTHING EXCEPT THE CHARACTERS I MADE UP!*

Chapter 11

Lita sat in the chair beside a small round table in her hotel room. She had not moved in the two hours since she had returned from their meeting with Tate. She was thinking of Brandon; wondering what he was like, who he was like. She wanted to see him more than anything. Who did he look like? The loud uninvited ring of the telephone woke her from her thoughts. She knew it was Kane and was tempted to ignore it. Finally deciding to answer it, she made her way to the table housing the office type phone.

"Hello?"

"Lita, would you like to go to dinner?" Kane was asking, a little too soft spoken.

She didn't realize she was as hungry as she felt. "Yeah, what did you have in mind?"

"I spoke to the desk clerk; she said there is a nice restaurant down the street."

"Alright, I'm ready when you are," Lita said.

"Well, I'm ready now," Kane said, and hung the phone up without even a goodbye. Lita looked at the receiver, whispered a confused, "O.k.," and replaced the reciever back on its cradle. She heard a "tap tap tap" on her door, and found herself smiling in anticipation of seeing Kane again. This surprised her. She felt nervous, like a teenage girl being asked on a date by the most desired boy in school. She opened the door and stepped aside for Kane to enter. When he stepped past her into the room, Lita's eyes wandered down his back and up again. She smiled to herself, thankful he hadn't caught her. He turned to look at her, saying," Are you ready to go now, or can we talk first?"

Lita thought this over for a quick second, and answered, "Can we talk at dinner?" She felt safer that way. As if picking up on her apprehension, Kane said simply, "Sure, if that's what you want." She nodded at him, grabbed her purse, and they made their way to the car.

They arrived at the restaurant in less than ten minutes. Kane walked around the car and opened her door. This was a habit he had when they were married. He walked beside her to the entrance and opened the door there for her, as well.

Once the hostess seated them, she took their drink orders, and left. Lita looked at the menu for a couple of minutes and asked, "What looks good to you? I think I'll just get a salad."

Kane nodded to her and decided on a steak dinner. They gave the waitress their selections and waited for their meals. They were both lost in thought, until they were pulled from their reverie by the arrival of their meal.

Lita took a bite of her salad and a deep breath. "Kane, how do you feel about all of this? You haven't said anything about it." She held her breath waiting for him to answer. He put his utensils on his plate, and sat back in his chair and looked at her intently. "I'm not sure, Lita," he began. "I feel like I'm dreaming. I have always wanted a family of my own. When the accident happened, I was sure we would move on, try again. Then, out of the blue, you left me for Edge. I gave up on ever having my own family."

Touched by his complete calm honest demeanor, Lita asked, "Why? You could have moved on. Found someone else and remarried."

"That's impossible."

"Why?"

"Because, Lita, I still love you. I will always love you. I will always love you. I told you that that night in the hospital after the accident. I meant it. I still do."

Lita could do nothing except stare at him. Her heart skipped a beat at his words. She didn't know why. She didn't love. He knew that. She told him that when she filed for divorce. If she was going to be honest with him, now, in this busy restaurant, would be the time. "Kane, I don't love you. I never did. Please, please, I'm begging you; don't think for a second that I'm coming back to you. I'm elated that we are going to maybe get Brandon back. You and I will have to come to some sort of agreement about him. Kane, I won't live unhappy with or for anyone or anything." She couldn't believe how outspoken she'd been. Her heart was beating so loud, she was sure he could hear it.

"You're unhappy now."

"What makes you say that, Kane? I'm not unhappy."

"Yes, you are," he countered, smiling a smile without humor. He leaned forward and said, "If you are so sure you don't love me, why are you here with me? Why not come alone? Get the answers and then tell me. No. You are unhappy. You just don't know it."

This angered Lita. Kane saw the anger flash in her eyes. He didn't care. He loved her. He would do anything to prove it.

"Kane, I'm here with you because he's your son, too. You deserve to know, and furthermore, I of all people, know how I feel. I am happy. I've never been happier. I have a beautiful home, good friends, and I recently learned my baby boy is alive. I couldn't be happier," she tried to reason with him.

"Who are you trying to convince, Lita? You or me?" She shook her head, took the last bite of her of salad and waited in silence for him to finish eating. When they were both finished, Kane paid the bill and helped her in the car. Once inside the car, Kane gripped the steering wheel so tight, his knuckles turned ghost white. Lita knew he was furious.

"Lita," he whispered, "when you lie to me, it makes me angry. If you're going to lie to me, don't speak to me."

She swallowed hard and watched him out of the corner of her eye. She was afraid to push him anymore. She hadn't forgotten the tombstone he gave her. Remembering the horrible headache that followed the tombstone, she shuttered. Had he forgotten that he snuck into her dressing room, grabbed her from behind, slammed her down, and choked her hard? He had threatened to make her life a living hell and take his sweet time doing it. Yet, he said he loved her. He kept insisting she wasn't happy, but she was.

"Look, we need to get back. We have an early morning meeting with Denise Zimmerman. I want to be well rested." She said, with as much courage as she could muster. Without another sound, Kane started the car and drove them back to the hotel. They rode the elevator in silence. When they reached their rooms, Kane put his hand on Lita's arm and turned her around to face him. He put his hands on either side of her face, leaned his head down to her level, looked her in the eye and said, "I do love you, Lita." He kissed her so gently; it felt wrong; as if the kiss was from a feather, not a strong giant man.