"Thank you Shawn. Thank you so much for your help." Stephanie smiled while all Shawn did was nod towards her and walk back to his truck. She bit her lip and turned to Paul, "so, I was in your car while I was eating earlier, you smoke?"
"Smoke? Smoke what?" He gave her a puzzled look, "oh, cigarettes?" He paused, "why were you looking through my car?"
"I wasn't purposely looking through your car, I just happened to open it and there's like, three boxes of cigarettes in there. You know smoking isn't good for you, my uncle died of lung cancer."
Paul squinted his eyes, "don't you go telling me my smoking habits are unhealthy, the only reason I have them is because when Shawn and I hang out, I sometimes have one, or two. But I don't smoke like he does, he's at a pack a day."
"Well you shouldn't at all," she huffed, "you aren't allowed to smoke around Madison, that's all I'm going to say."
He rolled his eyes, "yeah, cause that's exactly what I want to do, I want to go around smoking in front of babies. All I said is I have a few, every couple of weekends, that's it." He shook his head, "maybe I do it cause you're always stressing me out, just like this!" He yelled, then covered his mouth when Madison started to fuss in her carseat.
"You woke her up." Stephanie punched him in his chest, "damnit, don't raise your voice next time." She groaned when Maddy started to cry, "you know what I should do, I should make you go get her and coddle her until she stop's crying, but this time, I won't."
"Why should I got get her? She's not even my baby, you moved in my house, sorry if I raise my voice when I get pissed off." He watched her pick Madison up, who instantly stopped crying once she was in her mother's arms, "see, she's fine, she'll get used to it." He looked around, "my phone's ringing, I'll be right back." He walked away after she nodded.
"Hello?" He held the phone to his ear, the number had said private, and he usually knew who it was, "hi mom, how are you?"
"You're home huh? That's surprising." She cleared her throat, "so I heard something a little while ago, you know what I'm talking about?"
He knew, but pretended to play dumb, "what? I don't know what your talking about mom. What did you hear?" He sat on his bed and sighed.
"You're getting married. My own son is getting married and I got to hear it from someone else. Shawn posted it on Facebook." She sighed, "for nine years, that Stephanie McMahon has put you through hell and you're marrying her?" She sounded upset, "I don't believe it."
"Mom, please, so what if I'm marrying her, she put me through hell for all those years, then, all of a sudden, we started to like each other. And now we're getting married. If you can't accept that, I'm sorry." With every person he told, he dug himself deeper and deeper into a hole, "I don't know what you want me to tell you."
She exhaled sadly again, "I'm happy that you're finally getting married, although I wish it were to someone different, someone who isn't a witch."
He grumbled, "stop it, you and Shawn are alike, so what if she was mean all those years past, its fine now, and we love each other, get over it." He hated lying to his mom, and having to sound so harsh.
"Fine. I'm happy for you to have finally found someone, your father and I just hope that we're invited to the wedding, whenever that is." There was a long silence, "you are having your family at your wedding aren't you?"
"Yeah, don't worry mom, I just haven't decided when it's gonna be, or who's coming. I don't want people left out, but I don't want a lot of people there. I just want like you and dad, and my closest family. And Stephanie's closest family, and maybe Shawn and Rebecca."
"Well that's fine honey. You know you have to have Laurie there, and the kids. Those kids aren't gonna let you get married without them there."
He smiled, "I know, they'll be invited. Stephanie and I want to do this our way, and as soon as we possibly can, so I'll give it about two weeks. I know its unbelievably soon, we just want to do it though, you know?"
She clapped her hands together, "I'm so excited Paul, you're finally getting married, I've been waiting for this, and I always believed that as long as you worked for Stephanie, you would never get out and find somebody. I can't wait, I'm actually glad you're having it as soon as possible."
"I'll call you and give you an exact date though. I'm happy too mom." He closed his eyes and blew out a sigh, "I have to go, I'll call you tomorrow, I love you."
"I love you too honey. Talk to you tomorrow, bye." She hung up, when the phone clicked, he hit end on his phone and tossed it onto his dresser.
"I can't believe it, I have to be married in two weeks to a woman I don't even like. What the hell is wrong with me?" He closed his bedroom door and unbuttoned his shirt, then ripped it off and threw it on his bed. He looked up when Stephanie knocked on his door, "yeah?"
"Can I talk to you for a second? We need to discuss this whole 'getting married' thing. It needs to happen pretty soon, and I don't know what to do about it. I think we should at least talk about it, in a calm manner."
He opened his door, "I can stay calm if you can." He caught her looking him over, "what?" He noticed she was wearing a small, black tank top and tight purple sweatpants.
"Nothing." She tried to focus her eyes on his, "I can be calm too." She turned away and took a step down the hallway, then looked back at him again, "Maddy fell back asleep after I fed her, she's in my room in her crib now." She kept herself from stuttering at the sight of him in his undershirt.
"I told my mom two weeks." He followed her to the living room, "is that soon enough? I also said I didn't want a lot of people there. I don't care who you invite, but my parents are coming, and my sister with her kids."
She nodded, "well my mom and Jack, and then Jack has two sons, my step-brothers Ryan and Kevin. And that's it for me."
He nodded, "that's like, nobody Steph. I'm inviting Shawn and Rebecca, so I'll at least have one friend there."
She shrugged, "I'm not worried about it. If I wanted my friends there, I would invite my friends. But I just don't. I don't want to lie to them too. I'm already making you lie to your friends and family. I feel horrible for just that."
"Oh you do? Well if its any consolation, my mom only called cause she found out from Shawn, who took it upon himself to post a congratulations to me on Facebook. Its everywhere now."
"Damnit." She threw her head back on the couch, "well my friends will just have to find out there won't they?" She took out her phone and fell silent, "we have to put it on Facebook then. I'm putting I'm engaged to you."
"We aren't even friends on Facebook." He blankly stared at her, "you're friends with Shawn, and I'm friends with Shawn, but we aren't friends. Cause my Facebook is my personal place where I can say things about certain people in private."
"Too bad. Go on your computer and add me so we can put on Facebook that we are engaged." She stood up, "your computer is in my room so don't think I won't go on it and do it for you."
He got up, "go ahead and try, I have a password you know. I'll be in the kitchen while you try and figure it out."
"Fine. I'll just use your computer and go on mine then." She squinted her eyes at him before she went to her room. Once the computer was on, she went to Facebook and noticed his email address and password were saved in to two boxes. She hit login and deviously stared at his page. She changed his relationship status and added herself as a friend, while on her phone, confirmed his friend request and listed herself engaged to him. It was all done.
She logged off and turned the computer back off, then came out to the kitchen, the same smirk plastered on her face, "did you give up already?" He looked up from his sandwich, "what did you do?"
"Everyone on Facebook now knows we're gonna get married. Your computer saves your email and password dummy. It was way easier than I thought it was gonna be."
He turned around and opened the refrigerator door, "my sister is gonna call me. I know it. If she hasn't already called my mom to gossip about this."
She stared at his back, seeing some sort of tattoo on his shoulder peeking out from behind his tank top, "what is your tattoo of?"
He quickly spun back around and cleared his throat, "huh? Oh, it's just my sister's kids names." He continued to just make his sandwich.
"Why do you have your sister's kid's names on you? I'm not saying it's weird, but yeah. It's one thing to have your own kid's names, but someone else's?"
He put the bottle of mustard on the counter and sighed, "well I obviously don't have kids. My sister's kids are the closest I'll probably get to having kids."
She glared at him, wide-eyed, "what? What does that even mean? Don't you want your own kids?" She bit her lips together, "when you say that, do you mean you don't want kids, or that you think you just will never have them?"
"Well, as long as I'm married to you, I won't have them, yes Madison might be considered my step-daughter, but in reality, she's Randy's daughter. Plus, I never really thought of having my own, and I like the concept that I can have my sister's kids for a period of time, and then give them back to her."
She was still astonished, "I wanted Madison so bad, like, I wanted to have kids the second I turned 18. But I hadn't met the right guy yet and then I was finally happy once I met Randy, but yeah, looks like I'll only have her."