After two hours of looking Mark had almost given up on his young wife, she wasn't answering her mobile, in fact he was damn sure she took great pleasure in making him worry. Calling into one of the hotels along the strip he was sure he had passed the Harley Davidson shop four or five times in the last ten minutes, damn when he got hold of her he would ring her neck himself. Sitting at the bar, he ordered a drink he had to have something his nerves were shot, his little one was ignoring him, he had no idea what to do, taking his phone he called the one person he hadn't wanted to, good old dad, or more like Summer's dad. Putting the beer to his lips his fingers pressed over the keys, looking in the mirror above the bar, he shut his phone off. In a booth in the corner of the bar, away from all to see, was his little girl, she looked so small, scared, bless her. Slowly rising to his feet, he ordered her a tea it was what she had been drinking lately. After thanking the bar steward he headed over, unsure of what to say. Placing the tray in front of her, he looked into her eyes, filled with tears, tears that he had put there. He had broken his promise of not to hurt her, and it ripped him apart, it wasn't his fault it had come to this, it was his fault she was crying.
"Darlin" sitting down next to her, he wiped the fallen tears from her face as he took her upturned mouth under his. Telling her in his kiss how much he loved her, how sorry he was. She gave it back tenfold, just glad to feel him back in her arms, she had done a lot of thinking and she would accept whatever her husband said and did, she trusted him, yet running away had not shown him that, it had shown him how young she still was.
"I'm so sorry Mark"
"Darlin you ain't got nothing to be sorry about, I should have warned you. I broke my promise" seeing her confusion he wiped what was left of her unshed tears.
"The promise I made never to hurt you, and look at you crying" he whispered softly, as he took another sip from his beer
"No Mark, it is my mum's fault all this and if you feel you have to sort it out that way in the damn cell, then so be it. I don't like it, you are the best at the Cell, my wonderful husband is the best there is at his job, I love you for that and for who you are, and I will stand by you no matter what." Settling in his big arms she let him sooth her back as they just sat and enjoyed their last few hours of peace, they were leaving on the red eye in the morning straight to the arena, straight back to the madness.
The screaming could be heard all around the arena, wrestlers. Stage crew, road crew to name a few all stood in their tracks, listening to what could only be described as a banshee, letting hell lose on Vince's poor ears. Yep Steph was still trying to put a stop to the damn hell in a cell match she had that evening with The undertaker. Mark held Summer's hand tight as they exited their car, to the god awful screams from her mum.
"Guess she still ain't too happy darlin?" he smirked down at her lowering his shades to see her beautiful eyes, the sadness all gone, to be replaced back with the love and desire she had for her husband. His eyes travelled down her gorgeous body to the soft swell of her stomach. Placing his hand over their unborn baby, as if in protection he kissed her soft lips, how he loved her.
"Go out there Mark do what you have to do. I trust you" taking her small hand in his he grabbed his gear and headed into the arena. Passing friends who shouted hello to them, they smiled and shouted back, as they headed to their locker room. Ensuring his wife was comfortable he headed out and grabbed her a tea, some sandwiches and a blanket. He wanted her warm and settled before he headed out to confront her mum.
"Hey mate how are you?" he heard as he headed towards his locker with everything.
"Good Paul, do you want to come see your beautiful daughter?"
"Duh of course, how is she Mark, truthfully is she holding up ok with all this?"
"Come and ask her yourself she would love to see you. I can hear your wife is still shouting off. She does know she is tied into this match doesn't she?"
"Mark if I didn't know you better I swear there is a smirk in that voice of yours, and that scares the shit out of me. I know what that means, all I ask is at least leave something of her please" Mark hit him on the back
"Now do you think I would allow her to walk out of there" Paul just swallowed hard following his son in law back to his locker. Walking into their locker room he felt Summer launch herself in his arms.
"Dad oh god it is so good to see you so damn good" seeing his beautiful daughter glowing he was happy his little girl was being looked after, she looked to happy and content. As he let her go back into her husband's arms.
"Looks like you are being well looked after sweetheart, oh wow look how much you are showing now, I cannot wait until our grandchild is born" Mark placed his hand across her stomach, still in awe that his wife carried his child, he was so proud and protective.
"I am dad, I am "
"Well sweetheart I am going to leave you here with Mark for awhile, not too much damage son that's all I ask" Mark acknowledged Paul's remark, the smirk back on his face. After tonight Summer would be one happy young lady, that he vouched
As the time grew nearer Steph's stomach churned, trying to understand why her dad was forcing her into this. For god's sake it was The fucking Undertaker calling her into that Cell, not her daughter's husband, it was the deadliest being in wrestling. As she walked slowly to the curtain, her husband by her side, he looked so pale, the fear in his eyes. She had done this all, she should have accepted, Summer and Mark's relationship, now it was time to face the music. Paul pulled her hard to his body almost attacking his wife's lips, who knew what state she would be in when this was all over. Letting her go her watched her walk through the curtain out into the crowds, hearing them scream, as his wife walked ramrod straight eyes focused on the cage. He knew exactly how she felt, it wasn't too long ago he face The Undertaker in that Hell and he only just escaped with his life.
Mark pulled Summer to his toned body, taking her lips in a deep kiss, he moved back, dressed in his gear, he transformed into his character. Allowing Summer to follow him through the quiet corridors towards the curtain, he pulled her again to him, ok he was breaking character, but so what she did that to him.
"I love you darlin, trust me ok" he could see the fear creeping into her eyes, fear for him, for her mum, for them all. Summer instinctively rubbed her stomach.
"I love you too Mark" standing to the side she heard his music roar through the arena. The time had come, her mum's punishment was coming, as she saw his back go out past the curtain, Summer broke down in her dad's arms. What would happen? Would her mum be ok?. Most importantly would Mark come back to her safe.
