"NOOOO! What the hell?!" Lita screamed waking up from a dream, or something she would call a nightmare. She looked over the clock in her room and saw it was four in the morning. What the hell was that about? No no no no no!

"Li? Are you okay?" Trish asked sleepily walking into her friends room. "You were screaming."

"I had a nightmare."

"What was it?"

"Nothing. You can go back to sleep. Not a big deal."

"Obviously it is by the look on your face and the fact you just woke up screaming." Trish said taking a seat next to Lita on the bed making herself comfortable. "Spill. It's Sunday, no work, we'll be fine."

Lita looked away trying to avoid eye contact. "I don't want to tell you."

"Was it scary?"

"I mean not really but yes."

"So it wasn't a nightmare."

"It was."

"How so?"

Lita sighed finally facing Trish. "I don't want to tell you. Go back to sleep."

The blonde thought about it for a while knowing the red-head wouldn't tell her until she wanted to so she decided to get up and leave. "Well, when you're ready to tell me, I'll listen." She got to the door until she heard the next words.

"I had a dream about John," Lita blurted before Trish could leave the room and go back to hers.

Trish stopped then turned back around and looked at Lita. "What type of dream?"

"What type of dream do you think it was if I didn't want to tell you?"

"OH MY GOD!," Trish said when realization set in slowly making her way back to the bed. "You had-"

"Yes," Lita said interrupting the blonde, "It was a Fifty Shades type of dream."

"OH MY GOD!,"

"Yea, I was Anastasia and he was Christian," Lita said referring to the two main characters in the book.

"OH MY GOD!" Trish said once again.

"Seriously, the whole dream was one of the chapters scene by scene."

"OH MY GOD!"

"Is that all you're going to say?"

"I don't know what else to say. Actually I do."

Lita rolled her eyes. "No."

"You don't even know what I was going to say."

"Yes I do and the answer is no."

"Well, you just had a dream about him so I'm thinking the answer is yes."

"Just because I had a dream about him doesn't mean I have a crush on him. It just means that I'm desperate."

Trish snorted. "Yea, that's exactly what it means."

Lita glared at her. "Shut up."

"Look, you need to admit it. Just admit you care for him more than the best-friend way and-" She was interrupted when a pillow was thrown her way. "Okay, that was rude."

"Leave me alone. This doesn't mean anything."

Trish smirked. "If you say so. Good night. Try not to have any more dreams about him. Even though you probably want to. Actually you probably want that to happen in reality."

"I hate you."

"No you don't." Trish left closing the door behind her leaving the red-head thinking if the dream actually did mean something. No, she thought, like I told blondie, it just means I'm desperate. It doesn't mean anything.

Lita woke up the next day very tired. She didn't really get enough sleep after that nightmare she had. She made her way downstairs to the kitchen hoping she could convince Trish to have just one cup of coffee for the day. She really needed coffee. It was okay if she just had one cup but she knew Trish would act like her mother and not allow her any.

"Trishy. I need coffee. Just one cup. Let me have it." She said making her way in the kitchen and then stopped in her place when she saw someone else at the kitchen table. "What are you doing here?"

"You wanted to go to look at cribs and hopefully we'll get them today. Remember?" John replied.

"Oh, yea." Lita said looking around the kitchen trying to avoid eye contact. She didn't know how she was going to look at him after that nightmare that night. Her gaze stopping on Trish, "Um, you're coming too right?"

Trish tried to bite back the smirk she could feel forming on her face. "Nope. Can't."

"You said you would. You said you would help get one that went with the room."

"Yea, things came up."

"You're doing this on purpose," Lita accused. She knew Trish well and knew she had to do this on purpose.

"Duh."

"What are you two talking about?" John asked confused.

"Nothing," Lita answered quickly. She returned her focus on her friend. "You're mean."

The blonde smiled. "I know."

"Then you should let me have a cup of coffee for doing this to me. I need it."

"It's not good for you."

"The doctor said I could have one cup per day."

"No."

"Fine, I'll just go out and get some."

"No you won't. John don't let her."

"Yea Li, I don't think you should have coffee. Knowing you, you'll want more." John replied taking Trish's side.

She glared at the two. "I really hate you. Vicki lets me have a cup."

"Whatever. No coffee. Go get ready so you and Johnny can leave," Trish said a bit too enthusiastically. "I'll make you some breakfast. See, I can be nice." She had a feeling Lita was currently planning her murder as she saw the look on the red-heads face as she left.

"Does it really matter which crib we get?" John asked Lita as the two were walking around the furniture store looking for some furniture for the nursery.

"Don't ask me stupid questions." Lita said rolling her eyes. She actually felt a whole lot better than she did earlier that day. Convincing herself if she knew the dream didn't mean anything, then she shouldn't let it bother her. "It has to be sturdy and safe."

"Would they really sell something that wasn't safe?"

"You never know. Can never be too careful."

"Hello. Can I help the two of you?" A sales representative said making her way over to the duo.

"Yea, where are you hiding the good cribs?" Lita asked turning her attention to the sales representative.

"Um," the sales representative whose name was Emily started to say, "all of the ones you see here are the ones we have. I would say they all are good enough for your baby. If they weren't we wouldn't put them out here to sell."

"Really?" Lita said shaking one of the cribs to their right, "If this one was good it wouldn't rattle like it is right now. Doesn't seem stable, which means it can't be safe. In conclusion, it's not a good one." She walked over to another crib which was right next to the one she just shook. "I won't even shake this one because it looks like it's about to fall apart soon. All I would have to do is touch it and it'll probably fall apart."

"Li-"

"What?" Lita said turning to look at John. "I want a good crib for my babies. I'm going to make sure we get good ones." She turned her attention back to Emily. "Do you have any other cribs?"

"Just the ones you see around here." Emily replied getting a bit nervous around the red-head. "If you look at this one," Emily said going towards a crib, "this one is the one that most customers purchase. We get good reviews about it."

"Um, yea. I don't like it. Thank you. But we're just gonna go. I don't like anything here."

"I would really like to apologize on her behalf." John said following the red-head out the store. "You were kind of rude back there."

"I don't think so. I said 'thanks'. You see the crap they're trying to sell. We might as well go back to the very first one we went to. Everything else sucks. We totally wasted so much time at all of these dumb stores. We even drove an hour for this one."

"Okay. Let's go then. Try not to be rude there."

Lita rolled her eyes. "Shut up."

"Finally!" Lita said when the duo were at the other furniture store they were looking for the cribs. "Something that actually looks safe and doesn't look ugly."

"Well thank God, you finally found something you like."

Lita turned to face him. "Do you like it?"

He raised a brow. "Does it matter?"

"Not really."

"Yea, I didn't think so."

"So you two want this crib then?" The sales representative, Michael, asked.

Lita nodded. "We're going to need two."

"Oh twins? Congratulations." The duo just smiled. "Okay let's fill the forms out, we don't have any in stock yet but we can have them delivered to your house between one and two weeks."

"Okay." John nodded. "That's fine. Right?" Lita nodded in agreement.

"Okay then we can just get this together and you'll be ready to go." The three continued the sales transaction with John and Lita leaving afterwards.

"Thanks for driving. I didn't feel like it."

"Yea, well you're car is really crappy. I don't like driving it."

"No it's not."

"Yea it is."

"No it's not."

"Yea it is."

"No-" she stopped herself when she noticed some smoke coming out the car from her rear view mirror. "Um, there's a lot of smoke coming from the tailpipe."

John took a glance and say the smoke she was talking about. "Well, then. Yea, your car is crappy. I think this proves it. This shouldn't be happening," John said pulling over to the side of the road.

"What happened?"

"I think your car might have finally died," John said taking his belt off and getting out the car, "I'll check." He got out of the car opening the hood of it and checking for anything unusual.

"So what's the verdict?" Lita asked joining right in front of the car.

"Your crappy car is dead.

Lita rolled her eyes. "Shut up. I'll call Dave. He'll come here and tell me what's wrong and then we can just call the towing company afterwards." Lita called her brother who happened to be a mechanic, "Hey Davey." Lita still standing outside the car, she didn't know if it would be safe to go back in there right now.

"How many times have I told you not to call me that?"

"How many times have I told you I don't care?"

He rolled his eyes. "What do you want?"

"Um, Johnny broke my car."

"No I didn't." John said from beside her.

"Yes you did."

"No I didn't."

"Yes you did."

"Will you two shut up?!" Dave said from the other end of the phone. "You give me a headache sometimes. Plus, I'm pretty sure he didn't because your car has always been crappy."

"No it hasn't."

"I'm not John, I'm not about to play this game with you."

Lita rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Can you come please? Check out the car?"

"Where are you at? Have you called the towing company yet?"

"Not too far. It should take you about ten minutes. Um the intersection of Ingleside and Howard. And no, not yet. What if they come before you get a chance to check out the car?"

He snorted. "I highly doubt that. Call them and I'm on my way. Bye."

"He's coming," Lita said hanging up the phone. "He said call the towing company."

"Okay then do it."

She gave him a look. "You killed my car, the least you can do is call them for me."

"Actually, I think your car committed suicide, it doesn't like you."

She punched him on his arm. "That's not funny."

"You need to stop with your violent tendencies."

"And you need to stop saying stupid things. Make the call."

"You're a bossy bitch sometimes you know that?"

"And you're sweet." Whatever John was about to say was interrupted when his phone started to ring. "Who is it?"

"Um, looks like a wrong number," he said ignoring the call.

"Okay. Anyways, call them now."

"Fine." He started to call the towing company ignoring the call he received in the middle. He didn't know what he was going to do about that call later on.

Dave arrived about five minutes later. "Alright," he said closing the hood of the car, "It's gonna cost a lot for you to get your engine replaced, which you need if you want this junk to get fixed. Really, with the babies on the way, you need to get another car. This one won't do you any good, even if this didn't happen today. Told you to get rid of this a while ago."

"But I love it," she pouted. "It's my first car. I've had it for years."

His sister really acted like a kid sometimes. "You need a new one. I'll help you look for one."

"Another Jeep?" She asked hopefully.

"You were makin' a big deal out of the cribs, don't you think a safe car should be a priority," John spoke up for the first time.

"Jeeps are safe."

"But not ideal," Dave added.

"You two need to stop ganging up on me."

"Li-"

"Fine," she interrupted her brother, "No Jeep. Just get me a good car."

"Any preferences?"

"Nope. Just get a nice color."

John finally made it back to his apartment after the long day of looking for cribs. He was just happy that the red-head finally decided on a crib even though it was the first one they saw about a month ago. And that random car breakdown took about another hour waiting for the tow truck to arrive. Lita needed to get a new car soon.

He heard his phone ring again, he knew who it was before he even looked at it. He decided to ignore the call again. He didn't know what this person wanted. He knew they left a message for him earlier so he decided he would hear the message before he would actually talk to the person. He decided to call his voice mail and listen to the message a little surprised at what he heard but not entirely because of who was calling. He made up his mind and picked up the phone and called the person.

"Hello?" The person answered the phone.

"Hi." He replied.

Thanks for reading. Thanks for the reviews.

Uh-oh. Does the dream mean anything? Who is John talking to on the phone? It won't be revealed in the next chapter, sorry.

If anyone is interested, I started a new story called 'Revenge'. It's totally different from something I have written before. It's not a happy one. The main characters are Lita (duh), Matt Hardy, and John Cena. Check it out if you want.