Chapter Fourteen:
"Hey there buddy." Morrison greets as he hangs on to Trish. He is still sore from the attack.
"You guys are too early." He rubs his eyes.
"Too early, it is 10 am. You are usually up at 8 waking us up." Trish counters his statement.
Morrison looks at his appearance still tired. "Did you have company over?" He smirks trying to look around.
"No, I didn't." Derrick rejects immediately.
"Are you sure?" Morrison asks. "You seem tired from something. We won't tell if you want to keep it a secret." He offers.
"I didn't. I didn't entertain anyone last night. I arrived to fall asleep." He defends.
"Then it must-"
"Can you two enter before we continue this?" He walks away to his bed.
Trish guides her boyfriend to the bed after closing the door. "As I was saying, it must be your dreams that kept you up." Trish finishes her previous sentence.
"Actually, I slept good until you two woke me up with your knocking." He smiles at his dream.
"Oh." Trish intrigue. "What was it about?" She is curious.
"That is none of your business." He shuts down the question.
"Is it about work?" Derrick shakes his head. "About us?" He shakes it again.
"About someone else." He shrugs.
"It was about a woman, who is it?" Morrison adds which Derrick widens his eyes.
"It is, it was about a woman, who is it?" Morrison nosey asks.
"No one." He defends however his face denies his answer.
"You are lying, who is it?" Trish eagerly wonders this time.
"No one, I just dreamt about next year's Wrestlemania." He half lies.
"Really, what happened?" They are intrigued for another reason.
"If I tell you, it might not come true. For our own sake, I think I should keep it to myself." He negotiates hoping they drop the topic.
"You just don't want to tell us who you dreamt of. He probably got action, so he is saving us from the romantic details." Morrison chuckles.
"If that is the case, keep it to yourself." Trish speaks disgust not wanting details.
"It is." He agrees to again try to get them off his back. "Now, are we still going to have breakfast downstairs?" He changes the subject.
"Yup, now get dress or do you want to continue your dream?" Morrison jokes.
"I will meet you guys down there." He throws a pillow at him.
"Alright, however if you take more than 20 minutes, I will send Trish back up here to get you." He warns moving the pillow away.
"Whatever."
Derrick heads into the shower pondering if he should tell his best friends about Layla in his dream. He is debating because he already told them how he is trying not to think about her. Damn, she is more of a distraction now than before.
He gets out of the shower with 10 minutes to spare. He shakes his head to avoid thinking of Layla. His mind should be focus on his match against Alberto Del Rio. Everything, including Trish, is riding on this match.
"Is she coming to Backlash?" Morrison asks waiting for Derrick.
"Yup, she arrives the day of Backlash." She informs him.
"Do you think this is a good idea? I mean this could distract him. It is not just the title on the line, it is you too." Morrison concern.
Trish holds his hand. "It will be fine. This will motivate him, I promise." She kisses his hand. "Thank you for being so concern.
"You're welcome." He kisses her.
Derrick clears his throat. "I can give you two some privacy." He smiles having a little payback from earlier.
"No, sit we have some news for you." Trish welcomes.
"What kind of news, you two are getting married?" He assumes.
"I wish." Morrison mutters. Trish pinches him. "Ow!" He calls out. "Isn't it a good reaction?" He rubs his arm.
"It is, but don't encourage it right now. I have no doubt we will I just like to pinch you." She admits.
"Can you stop, please?" He wonders with the pain being a factor.
"Okay, but you will miss the kisses that come with each pinch." She grins.
Morrison weighs his options. "I still prefer the no pinching, sorry." He pouts.
"Okay, I will stop after this." She kisses his arm then his lips.
"Thank you, love you." He expresses.
"I love you too." She expresses back.
"Aww, are you sure that is not the news?" Derrick happy for his best friends' relationship.
"It is not. It is about the match you have this Sunday." Trish gets back on track.
"Oh, what about it?" Derrick curious.
"It is-"
"Are you three ready to order?" The waiter asks.
"Yes, I will have an omelet with orange juice." Derrick requests.
"We will have the couple breakfast with bacon and sausage." Trish requests afterwards.
"That comes with drinks or a drink it depends on your preference."
"We will have an apple and orange juice with a straw." She answers.
"Certainly, I will be back with the drinks." He collects the menu to fetch the beverages.
"So, what is the news?" Derrick asks reverting back to Trish revelation.
"Someone special is coming to Backlash." Trish informs him.
"Oh really, who?" He sips his water. He hopes that it is not the person he is thinking of. He is not ready for her to be back in his life being confuse with everything.
"Your mother of course." She lies seeing the nervousness in his eyes.
"Really, she is coming." He is happy about this. His mother always wanted to watch him wrestle, but her job is hard to get vacations from.
"Yup, she got some vacations build up to stay the weekend." She digs herself deeper into her lie.
"That is great, thanks Trish." He appreciates the good news.
Trish looks at her boyfriend who is confuse. She whispers 'I can't' to him as he nods in understanding.
They just finish with their breakfast. "I am going to call my mom to thank her for coming." Derrick wipes his mouth.
"No." Trish stops him. "She wanted it to be a secret. She wanted to surprise you and I ruined it." She speaks upset.
"Well, you are not the best to keep secrets." Derrick admits.
"Yah, I am the worst. Um… just acts surprise, please." She asks.
"Sure, are you guys done? I am going to pay for our meals." He offers being in a good mood.
"Yes, thank you." They appreciate.
"What happened?" Morrison wonders when Derrick leaves.
"I just remember how he told us that he wants to focus on this match only." Trish explains. She has doubts that this could be a bad idea.
"He told us before you called her." Morrison recalls.
"I know it is just in his eyes that he seems nervous on what I would say. For some reason, he didn't want it to be Layla." She explains her reason to lie.
"It is."
"Not really, I will just call his mom to come for just that day. It won't be a total lie." She plots to fix her mess.
"Okay, whatever happens-"
"You are not a part of it." She rolls her eyes not needing this right now.
"No, I have your back." He corrects her. "I always have your back." He kisses her to support her no matter if it a bad idea.
"Thank you." She kisses back.
Derrick returns still happy about the news. "So, shall we head out to sightsee?" He suggests.
"We shall. We will meet you at the elevator after I pack up my purse." Trish excuse to have to call his mother.
"Okay, I will meet you at the elevator."
They pass the receptionist to have the person catch their attention.
"Mr. Cyrus."
"Yes." He speaks with curiosity."
"A woman asked for your room. She said to meet you in your room." He reads off.
"Do you know who it is?" He wonders if his mother arrived in early.
"She said to keep it a secret." The receptionist shrugs. "She knew your room number so I couldn't stop her."
"Thank you."
Morrison and Trish gulp that Layla could be early.
They approach Derrick's door to hear someone inside. Derrick more puzzled than curious on who it is. He opens the door to see his mother there cleaning his mess.
"Mom?" He wonders to make sure.
"Ah Derrick, what did I say about clothes?" She scorns still pick them up.
"There are not rugs so they shouldn't be on the floor." He rolls his eyes, this is his mom alright.
"Right." She smiles. "Come here baby boy, I have missed you." She opens her arms.
"I missed you too, mom." He hugs her.
"I am guessing Trish spoiled my surprise." His mother acknowledges not sensing the full surprise factor.
"A little bit." He admits.
"That is okay, so are you ready to beat this Del Rio fellow." She supports.
"I am confident now that you are here." He compliments.
"You always knew how to butter me up."
"Mrs. Cyrus, hello." Trish speaks in shock her lie is standing in front of her.
"Hello Trish. Morrison, is she treating you well?" Mrs. Cyrus curious. He is like another son to her.
"Absolutely Mrs. Cyrus, she takes care of me just as well as you do." He smiles.
"You are so sweet. Now, what do you three have planned?" She wonders if she ruined any plans.
"Well mom, we are going to explore the city. Do you care to join us or are you jetlagged?" He asks hoping it is okay with his best friends.
"No, I am fine let's go after you clean your room." She orders.
"Ah, mom, really." She sternly nods. "Fine, I will meet you guys downstairs." He starts to pick up his valuables and clothes.
"Trish, who is the girl that used my son in the storyline?" She whispers heading to the door.
"Do you mean Layla?" She answers knowing that is the only girl involved.
"Yes, I think. Does my son like her?" Trish looks at Morrison in panic. "I am just wondering."
"Yes, he did, but she left to stop distracting him from his career." Trish informs her.
"Oh, well, that is not good. I kind of invited her here for his match." She admits.
"You know I did as well." Trish confess. "Maybe this is a good idea and she will motivate him to win so I won't be Del Rio's personal escort." Trish assures them.
"Yeah, I thought she would motivate him to see not you, Trish, on the line, but her too." She explains her reason to bring her.
"It could work." Morrison adds.
"Okay, but we should keep this a secret until Sunday. We don't want to worry him about how he will introduce himself to her all weekend." Mrs. Cyrus plans.
"You are right." Trish agrees.
"Okay, done everything is clean." He compliments at his job well done.
"That is my boy, let us explore this city." She puts on her hat as she hooks her arm onto her son's arm.