Dis: This story is fiction based on fictional characters (or fictional personas of real people) and fictional events. I own nothing and nothing is real.

A/N: I was all set to put this up a while ago but my computer's power cord was cut and I had to wait for a new one. The next few chapters are going to be Christmas related. I hope everyone has a safe holiday. Now with the reviews:

iNdy MiLk: I like Jeff too. However, I don't know where he and Jessica stand at this moment in time.
Chitsuki Masuki: Jessica is as over protective about Glenn as Glenn is about Jessica. Jessica nags Glenn about every little thing. After a while he just stops listening to her. lol Caleigh doesn't bug Glenn as much so he listens to her more.
XinnLajgin: Glenn is following doctors' orders and taking it easy. Trust me, if Chris crosses the line he will feel the wrath of Kane.
qtea-angel: Other guys? I don't know what you are talking about... As for the mystery guy, you'll find out soon enough.
Ley Elizabeth: We must never forget that Chris is a wolf in sheep's clothing. He might like Jessica, but I feel that he's hiding something.
YoullNeverKnowMe: lol Don't be sorry, I don't mind. Chris does actually have shows booked in the area, but the question is, did he get booked on them just to be near Jessica? Or did he have them planned in advance?
katiedid90: Thanks for the review. Glad you liked the chapter. I hope you like this one too.

Thanks again to everyone who review and I hope you all enjoy this chapter

Dear Santa,

I can explain...

I know I haven't been the most well behaved person but if you could find it in your heart to over look some things that would be great. For Christmas this year I want only one thing. I would like to have a joyful and happy holiday with no drama. I think we can both agree that I've had enough of that for one year.

Thanks in advance,
Jessica

"Chris, can you check that rack for an X-Large Tar Heel's jacket?"

He laughed at my request. "You mean the rack with the two hangers on it?"

DAMN IT! I quickly tracked down the nearest sales person wearing a black and white striped polo. "Excuse me. Do you have this jacket in the back? I'm looking for…"

"Everything we have is on the floor," he informed me in a flat tone before taking a pair of shoes to another woman. I kicked a display table. Chris found my failure funny.

"What did you expect, princess? Its twodays before Christmas." He took the shopping bags I was holding and led me out of the store. "Come on, I'll buy you a Cinnabon."

After all that has happened this year, I know people would understand if I didn't get them a present, but I didn't want their pity. So, I now find myself running from store to store on Tuesday, December 23 looking for anything that resembles a gift. I have 50% of my list to shop. Actually, make that 75% because the gifts that I did buy in advance were stranded in North Carolina (along with the rest of my things, including my winter jacket and my beloved cherry red convertible).

"What have you got so far?" Chris asked as we were walking through the mall. I pulled out my list.

"Let's see… Jeff and I are getting Matt a new camera. I got Helms a subscription to Marvel Comics Online. Leah gets the jewelry set, Caleigh's getting the cashmere sweater, and I'm sending Randy's parents a specialty chocolate basket from that candy store on the first floor."

"The one with the free samples? Nice. Who's left?"

"Well, you, Jeff, Nancy, John, DC, Uncle Mark and family, Gle…" I was cut off when a determined elderly lady trampled me on her way into a bedding store. Chris yelled a few choice words in her direction while I looked at my list again.

"Oh crap, I still have to get something for the McMahons."

"McMahons?" Chris' head snapped in my direction so fast that I was surprised it didn't fly off his neck. "You're getting the McMahons a gift?"

"I do every year. It's kind of a 'Thanks-for-putting-up-with-me' gift."

He swiped the list out of my hand. "You're actually getting gifts for THE McMahon family?"

"Yes, THE McMahon family. I was a WWE Diva for many years, including part of this one."

Chris let out a low mischievous chuckle and wrapped an arm around my waist. "My own personal WWE Diva. Santa must of forgotten to check his list twice this year." He kissed the curve of my neck so softly it sent shivers down my spine.

I turned around and playfully pushed him a few inches away. "Why Mr. Drake, who said anything about me being yours?"

Alright shoot me. I'm such a flirt, but I promise, it hasn't gone beyond flirting. We're just friends. Honest!

We weaved though the monstrous crowd and came to an opening that overlooked the children's area on the first floor. It didn't take long to pick out a familiar ball of energy with curly brown hair running around on the colorful carpet. Not far behind I could see another head of curly brown hair.

A slight tinge of sadness pulled at me while watching Caleigh and DC. I can't help but wonder what my life would be like if Melinda had never come along. It could have been me down there running around after a laughing little girl. I could have been like them… I should have been like them…

"You know, I always thought it was just a rumor that you and Cena's wife were best friends," Chris mentioned as I regained control of my emotions.

"Are you kidding? I knew Caleigh before John did. She's like a sister to me." He nodded his head and slid closer. Something about the way he was asking seemed strange.

"I take it they're staying for Christmas?" he asked very nonchalant.

"Mm hmm"

"And Mr. Cena?"

"Should be arriving tonight."

"Well, it sounds like you'll be having a full house…" He turned away from me and watched the people below us. "…with no extra room…" I rolled my eyes. That sneaky little S.O.B.

"Chris, would you like to spend Christmas with us?" I asked knowing what he was fishing for.

A wicked grin stretched across his face. "I'll need to double check my schedule, but I should be free."

He leaned over the railing a bit to watch a couple of kids fighting over a toy truck. I tried to resist checking him out, but to no avail. He certainly has spent a lot of time in the gym. I shook a few images out of my head as he turned back towards me.

"So what do you want Santa to bring you?" he asked. I let out a sigh.

"A new life." He rolled his eyes at my answers.

"I'm serious, what do you want?"

"Nothing."

"That's a lie." So what if it was? I wasn't going to tell him what I really wanted. That's between me and Santa.

"I want to know what is up with your with your transformation." He raised his eyebrows. "The clothes, the short-er hair, the lack of smoke. Next you're going to tell me that you've been listening to New Kids on the Block instead of Tool."

"I wouldn't go that far," he laughed, "but as for the rest… you could say I'm trying to impress a girl."

I tried to hide my blush. "We should get going. I have a lot of shopping to do and the food court is downstairs."

"Ugh, so is your parental." He pointed to the tall bald man wearing a neck brace who was now watching DC and Caleigh ride around on a small train. "I'm not going to press my luck. Rain check on that Cinnabon?"

"Would you relax? He's not going to kill you in front of two dozen kindergarteners. Besides, he said he was thankful you were for me when he couldn't be."

"Still… other night I got this feeling that he was ready to snap my neck if I made one wrong move."

"Oh he is. I suggest sticking near DC. She brings the best out of him."

Chris did not find this very comforting or funny. What? Should I have lied to him and said he had nothing to worry about? We all know who my father is and what he has done in the past to protect me. Chris has every reason to be worried. (At least I didn't mention the $30,000 Glenn paid to get his hands on Randy.)

I left Chris on the second floor and found my way down to the play area. Glenn wasn't hard to find in the large crowd.

"Hey, kiddo. How's the shopping going?" he asked giving me a hug.

"Decent. I'm going to leave these bags with you for now. Make sure if you guys move that Caleigh carries them." I turned around and took one step. "Oh, and I invited Chris to Christmas…"

"Hold it!" Glenn yelled grabbing the back of my hoodie. "Repeat that last part."

"I invited Chris to Christmas."

He pulled me next to him. "Why?"

"Because he's away from home and he has no one else to spend it with. Plus, he's my friend and I thought you liked him."

"I said he was okay," Glenn corrected. "I don't know about him coming to Christmas, kiddo."

"Please Glenn, pleeeease. For me?" I brought out the big puppy dog eyes for this one, I even threw in a little pout. He couldn't resist.

"Fine," he said giving in, "but I'm supposed to be stress free."

"I promise, everything will be great. You won't even know he's there." I gave him one last hug before heading back upstairs.

Chris and I spent the next few hours trying to finish my list. I was able to find something for everyone… except Jeff. Everything I wanted to get him was out of stock. (Eh, I'm not going to see him until after Christmas anyways so it doesn't really matter if I have something right now.)

After I paid an obscene about to get all my items gift wrapped we went back to where the others were.

"I have some stuff to do but we're still on for ECW tonight, right?" Chris said as the five of us headed towards Glenn's truck.

"Yeah sure. I'll see you then."

He handed the bags he was carrying to Caleigh and gave me a kiss before taking off in his own car. Glenn was not pleased.

"Jess, about this boy… I think you should date someone outside of wrestling," he said getting into the passenger side of the truck. I laughed nervously.

"I'm NOT dating him! Nothing is going on between us."

"That kiss says otherwise," Caleigh mumbled from the bench seat.

"I'm still married," I protested.

"Don't remind me," Glenn groaned.

I cranked up the radio and let the rest of their side comments get squashed by the Christmas music. Soon everyone was singing along to 'The Twelve Days of Christmas' and any thought to my personal life was tossed out the window.

It started to snow as the sun set. I followed a string of decorated light posts back to the house. Seeing all the lit up houses really made it feel like 'the happiest time of the year'. I took a deep breath in and let out a sigh. Santa must have gotten my letter because things were playing out perfectly. When we reached the house there was a pleasant surprise waiting for us.

"Guess who's here DC," I announced pulling next to the new car in the driveway. DC struggled against her restraints.

"Calm down. He's not going anywhere," Caleigh said trying to unhook DC's seat belt. She couldn't go fast enough.

"Out!" DC climbed over her mother and jumped into the snow. "DADDY!"

"Wait up!"

Caleigh ran to scoop her up as they both went inside. I helped Glenn out of the car before unpacking my things from the trunk. We made our way up the walk when Glenn realized something.

"I don't have my wallet."

"What?"

"I might have left it in the car. Hold on." He slowly walked back towards the car. He was never going to find it in his condition.

"I'll send Caleigh to help you find it," I called trying not to trip over the steps. I could barely see around the boxes in my arms. One wrong move and I'd have to do all my shopping again.

The scent of homemade Christmas cookies and hot chocolate drifted up my nose as soon as I stepped in the warm house. Leah must have gotten home early.

"LEAH!" I yelled down the hallway. "I hope you made my favorite. You know how much I love your peanut butter cookies..." Caleigh came running to my side. "Oh, hey Cal, can you go see if Glenn's found his wallet yet?"

"Jess wait..."

"I really have to put these down. My arms are about to fall off."

Instead of going outside she followed me into the family room. Leah was standing in front of the couch next to the tree. She wore a nervous smile on her face.

"Leah, can you grab this bag? I'm about to drop it." She kindly took the bag out of my left hand as two guys stood up from the couch.

"Merry Christmas, baby girl," John said holding DC.

"Merry Christmas, John…" He gave me a quick peck on the check then stepped aside. I almost fainted. "… Merry Christmas… Randy…"

I almost couldn't say the words. Randy freakin' Orton was standing less than two feet away from me. Leah took the rest of the gifts from me as I stood frozen in my spot. Randy kept his gaze on me.

Behind us a door slammed. We all turned as Glenn entered the room. He took one look in our direction and pointed.

"John, kitchen!"

John handed DC to Caleigh and followed him into the other room. Seconds later Glenn yelled again.

"LEAH!"

Leah politely excused herself and joined them. Caleigh and I exchanged a questioning glance.

"She knew I was coming," Randy explained.

"Ah…" Caleigh nodded then turned to me. I still couldn't move.

"JESSICA! GET IN HERE!!!" Glenn yelled making me jump. I quickly did what I was told.

Things were very intense in the kitchen. John played it smart and quietly leaned on the sink as Leah and Glenn argued. It wasn't hard to see that Glenn was ten times passed irate. Scratch that, KANE was ten times past irate. Leah was calmer.

"What do you think of this?" she asked me.

"Uh…"

"I'LL tell you what I think. I don't want him in MY house!" Kane yelled. Leah straightened up in front of him.

"Glenn! Like it or not he is still a part of your family and has a right to be here…"

"A RIGHT?"

"… AND whether he stays or not is more Jessica's decision than yours."

Three pairs of eyes turned towards me, waiting for an answer. I took a deep breath in.

"He… can stay. I don't care."

John and Leah looked pleasantly surprised while Kane punched a hole in the wall. Cursing under his breath he stormed out of house. Leah grabbed their coats before following. When the last door had slammed shut, John took a step forward.

"Are you…"

"Don't talk to me."

"I just…"

"John… DON'T!"

Like father like daughter, I followed suit and stormed out of the kitchen.

Glenn and Leah were gone for hours. I figured they would be back when Kane wasn't in a murderous rage. Until then I was stuck with the Cena family… and Randy. I didn't even try to be social. As soon as I left the kitchen I excused myself to go shovel the walk.

"Do you need any help?" Caleigh asked joining me in the cold. I didn't look up. "Jess, I swear I didn't know John was bringing him."

"Cal, its fine. I told you, I'm over him."

"You are?" she asked very skeptical. I nodded. "So why are you out here?"

"I don't want the snow to pile up." Caleigh took a giant leap into my path. I rolled my eyes. "What do you want from me?"

"Just talk to him. He came all the way here."

After a few seconds of thought I tossed the shovel on to a pile of snow and took off my gloves. "Alright, I'll do it. But only if you and John are there."

Caleigh took my hand and together we started towards the front door. Half way there we were stopped by someone honking a car horn.

"I don't believe it…"

My car, my cherry red convertible, came up behind John's rental. I quickly ran to the driver's side door where someone was getting out, dove into the front seat, and hugged the steering wheel.

"My baby! I will never let you out of my sight again. "

"I thought you were missing it."

Oh yeah, Jeff was there too. I got out of the car and jumped into his open arms. He spun me around a few times before letting me down. Caleigh looked on in complete shock.

"I can't believe you're here," I exclaimed giving him another hug.

"Well, I know how much you love your car so I decided to drive it up to you. There are also some presents mixed in with all of your stuff."

"My stuff?" I looked in the back seat to see it stuffed with boxes.

"I hate to break it to you, Jessie, but Helms kicked you out."

And he calls himself a superhero! I started to laugh until I saw another vehicle pulling up in front of the house. Chris got out and leaned on his car, watching us.

"What's he doing here?" Jeff asked ready to kill.

"Please behave," I begged, but Jeff's attention wasn't on Chris. Instead, he was looking at the front door where Randy, John and Caleigh stood.

Dear Santa,

You suck! I would have gladly taken the coal.