The second part of this chapter was dedicated to someone who probably doesn't know this story exists, but is an important part of one of the primary character's real life. This story is a work of fiction written by two women in their early thirties with very overactive imaginations. Neither of us are delusional enough to believe that any part of this will come true, but that is what fanfiction is all about. That being said, I have never been as disgusted in my life as I am with some of the more rabid Wade Barrett fangirls over the past few months. Wade Barrett, a.k.a. Stu Bennett revealed at a Q & A during SummerSlam Axxess that he was taken and had been dating a girl for 18 months. The identity of the young lady in question is probably the worst kept secret in WWE, second only to the identity of Stephanie McMahon's baby's father in 2006. This woman has been subject to countless disparaging remarks about her appearance, race, nationality and intentions towards Wade/Stu. She has borne this with a dignity and grace that all of us should try and emulate, and I have nothing but the utmost respect for her. Ladies, the man is happy and we should have the common human decency to respect him and the choices he makes in his own life. - Heather
I have nothing to add, as Heather has covered all the points I would have made myself. - Michelle
P.S. The first part of the chapter was written because I have a very perverted imagination and may have read a little too much of the "Fifty Shades" Trilogy. - H.
As soon as Stu and Heather returned home, Stu chuckled as the brunette yawned and gave him a sleepy kiss before stumbling towards the bedroom. Shaking his head, he walked toward the closet with the washer and dryer with his fiancée's bag. Green eyes widened when he saw a blue Post-It taped to a small duffel marked 'Heather's home-alone bag.' Curiosity overwhelmed him and he pulled it out. Opening the bag, Stu's jaw dropped at the sight of various adult toys and fur-lined handcuffs. A smile formed and he grabbed the bag and took it to the bedroom. He knew his bride-to-be was a little adventurous, but never realized she had a kinky side to rival his own. Stu smiled again when he saw her turn over in her sleep and sat down at the computer desk. His eyes smoldered at the thought of the bags contents and watching her as he used them on her.
Heather felt herself start to wake up and started to stretch. Her eyes flew open when she realized that she couldn't move her arms from over her head. She quickly found Stu, who was sitting in a chair in nothing but a pair of basketball shorts and smirking. Heather licked her lips and cleared her throat.
"Stu what are you doing?" Her face turned bright crimson when he lifted a familiar black bag.
"It's amazing what you find when you start doing household chores," he commented and her blush deepened.
"Stu, I'm sorry…I'll get rid of it, I promise."
"Sweetheart, is this just for 'home alone' time?"
"I've only ever used them by myself, I swear," Heather said, fear evident in her voice. Sure, they had played around a bit, but the brunette never wanted her fiancé to know how depraved some of her fantasies were, for fear he'd leave her.
"What's wrong?" Heather bit her lip, trying to keep her composure. Finally, she sighed and closed her eyes.
"Stu, in the bedroom…I…um…" her voice trailed off as she turned to look out the window.
"Sweetheart, do you want things spiced up a bit?"
"What do you mean?"
"Have things gotten a little stale in the bedroom?"
"What…no…you're great…it's fine…" Standing up, he approached the bed and sat next to her.
"But would you like a little more spice?" She blushed again and refused to meet his eyes. "Answer me sweetheart." A tiny nod was barely discernible, but was enough. Heather gasped as she felt something tap against her nether region.
"Stu…what are you…STU," her voice cried out as he turned the vibrator on and began moving it inside her. He chuckled as he turned her onto her stomach, laying one hand on the curve of her backside.
"You do know that you're not supposed to keep secrets from your future husband."
"I didn't want to…I was afraid you'd be disgusted by me…" she said quietly. "I know we toed the line a few times and I was happy with that, I promise." She whimpered at the feel of his hand coming down heavily on her ass.
"I thought I told you that you could always tell me what you desire."
"You were talking about stuff, clothes, and shit…this is completely different." She gasped as he smacked her again and turned the toy back on.
"When I said no secrets, I meant the bedroom, too!" He said, punctuating each word with a stinging slap. Heather cried out, her hips moving on their own accord by the time he finished and turned the toy off again.
"I'm sorry," she whimpered, "Stu, please, I'm sorry." He leaned down and trailed his fingers over her spine. She couldn't stifle her moans as he turned the toy on again.
"I don't think that you are truly apologizing. You're only saying that because you got caught."
She cried out as he spanked her again, then once again turned off the toy. "Stu, please, I'm sorry." He chuckled again before sliding out of his shorts and tossing them aside before leaning over her again, once again turning the vibrator on and rolling her onto her side.
"Are you going to keep anything else from me?" Heather was whimpering and moaning so much that her words were incomprehensible. She cried out again when he pulled the toy out of her and filled her with a single thrust. "Well, are you?" Stu asked again as he started to pound into her, wrapping an arm around her waist to keep her still. Heather was desperately crying out, begging and pleading with him since she was close, but the position he had her in didn't allow the friction she needed. Brushing her ear with his mouth, Stu reached behind him for one last item from the goody bag. "The next time I find out you've kept a secret from me, I'll make that little novel of yours look like Harry Potter."
Heather screamed when Stu pressed a 'magic wand' of another kind against her, convulsing as she reached her peak and pulling him into oblivion with her. The last thing he did was undo the cuffs and pull her against him. Still joined, the couple fell asleep right away.
A month after giving birth, Michelle, Drew, and Andrea were at Heather and Stu's. The Englishman opened the door and ushered them inside, where they saw the brunette at the table, looking at invitation samples and making notes in a large binder with the words 'Ultimate Wedding Planner' on the cover. Michelle set the carrier with her sleeping daughter next to the sofa before taking a seat at the table.
"So what's my duty for the day?" Heather didn't even look up, instead handing the redhead a stack of fabric samples in various shades of green, ignoring the grimace on the other woman's face. Michelle was about to complain when she a bruise on Heather's wrist and grabbed it.
"Whose ass do I need to kick?" Heather was confused until Michelle pointed it out.
"Oh that? Stu just decided to change his name again." Michelle's jaw dropped and her eyes widened.
"To what?" Heather blushed slightly at the memory.
"Christian Grey." Michelle snickered, but Drew was completely confused.
"What are they talking about?" Stu smirked as he looked over at the women.
"You know those books that nearly every woman we know hasn't shut up about?"
"Aye."
"Read them." Drew nodded and the two men walked over to join their significant others.
"How's everything going?" Drew asked, causing Heather to shrug and Michelle to shake her head as she pointed to some of the catalogues.
"I don't know since you'd think she was the cheap Jew here and not me."
"What seems to be the trouble now Taylor?" Stu asked calmly.
"She wants to go to David's Bridal and get her dress during the $99 sale." Heather didn't even look up as she added another note.
"There's no reason to pay an obscene amount of money for a dress you only wear once," she commented. Stu ran a hand over his face as he knew this was the same argument they'd had for as long as he could remember.
"Sweetheart, this is not only your wedding but mine, and I've told you that money is no object. I want you to find the dress that makes you feel like a princess, not something off the $99 sale rack." Heather's eyes twinkled as she looked up at him.
"What if the gown that makes me feel like a princess is on the sale rack?"
"Then I'll find its more expensive counterpart," he replied.
"And if there isn't one?"
"Then I'll hire a designer." Heather huffed and crossed her arms.
"And if I refuse to wear it?"
"Then I'll marry you naked."
"Stu, I am not blowing that kind of money on one fucking dress. It's not worth it. I want something nice, simple, and elegant, and a dress with those requirements doesn't cost that much." Stu shook his head before tugging on Heather's arm, guiding her to the other room.
"I hope when we get married, preparations won't be this complicated," Drew remarked, not noticing Michelle rolling her eyes and shaking her head. Heather turned to face Stu as soon as the door closed behind them.
"Why are you making such a big deal over this Stu?" She pinched the bridge of her nose and sat on the computer chair. Reaching over, he lifted her chin so their eyes met.
"This is one of the most important days of our lives," he replied, "and I want it to be like a fairytale for you."
"Stu, I don't need all the fuss. If it were you and me getting married by Elvis, I'd be happy."
"I just want this to be perfect." Heather wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him.
"It will be perfect. There's no need to spend a lot of money, and certainly not on something as insignificant as a dress." This was the wrong thing to say as Stu finally lost his temper.
"I'm sick and tired of you budgeting every dollar when this is the one occasion in our lives that splurging is expected. I've been wise with my money so that if something happens to me, we have enough to live comfortably. Stop acting as though we're living on only one income!" Heather pulled back and met his glare with one of her own.
"We don't know what the future holds, Stu, and I don't want to get into the habit of living above my means in case the other shoe drops." Stu didn't even need to ask, as he knew what her insecurities were and knew that he would need to try again to get through to her.
"This is ridiculous," Stu said, throwing his hands in the air. "The next thing you're going to ask for is a bloody prenup." Stu's jaw dropped when she nodded. "Oh you've got to be kidding me. Have you lost your mind?" he asked, his voice getting louder.
"No, these days it is the sensible thing to do, and it's something I've always believed every couple should have."
"We don't need one, I don't want one, and the only reason you have one is if you have doubts. I don't, but if you do, tell me before we do any more planning." Her eyes filled with tears but she turned away so he wouldn't see.
"I was hoping that if people got wind of it, I could go out in public or on social media and not be called a skanky, nasty, gold-digging whore," she said softly, still looking out over the bay.
"You actually listen to that crap people say?" One slim shoulder lifted in a shrug.
"How can I not when I hear it every time I leave the house?" Stu pinched the bridge of his nose.
"I can't believe this."
"That's one of the reasons I wanted the prenup. So that you'd never have to wonder or worry about my feelings for you. I didn't know that you were so against it. I'm sorry, I only wanted to make sure everyone knows that I want you, not your money or anything else…" Stu silenced her with a kiss, wiping away the tears that had started to slide down her cheeks.
"Sweetheart, I don't care about money. The only thing I want is for you to be my wife." Stu kissed the top of her head and held her close. "I just want you to be happy and I only see good things for us." He knew she was strong, but everyone had their limits. Sighing, he pulled his Blackberry out and logged onto Twitter.
WadeBarrett: So my fiancée is insisting on a prenup due to the response my engagement has gotten from so many of my fans.
WadeBarrett: If you cannot accept the woman I choose to marry, then you can unfollow me. Should I hear anymore abuse towards her, you will be blocked.
WadeBarrett: This goes for anyone, including some of you that I have followed. This is your final warning.
Heather saw the tweets and shook her head in amusement. "Stu, you do know this won't really stop them, don't you?" He gave her a crooked grin as he hugged her again.
"It's a start," he replied. "Besides, there's always interviews and the media tours when we go on the road. She laughed as the two finally walked back into the living room where Drew was feeding the baby.
Once he was done, Drew handed his daughter to Stu. A small grimace crossed Andrea's tiny face right before she decided to spit up all over her godfather. Heather looked at Stu and grinned as she gave him a towel.
"Well better out than in I always say." Stu shook his head and handed the baby to Heather, who sat on the sofa and gently tickled the baby. He shook his head as Andrea started cooing and smiling at her godmother, who looked over and grinned at him as he stripped off his shirt and tossed it in the hamper before grabbing a clean one from the dryer.
"I'm starting to believe that my own goddaughter doesn't like me very much." Drew snickered and clapped a hand on Stu's shoulder.
"Me daughter is just showing that she has good taste." Stu scowled and shook his head.
"Oh, piss off, Galloway."