All of the people in this story are owned by Vince McMahon and the WWF, except for Melanie and Monica. Marissa is not mine, I've noticed her name in other stories, and have always assumed she is Shane's wife(in real life).
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This is the sequel to The Ride.
The songs "All the Love in the World" and "Cross My Heart" are by The Corrs and Michael W. Smith, they are not mine.
Definition of Love
Based on the scripture 1st Corinthians chapter 13, verses 4 through 7.
Chapter 1: All the Love in the World
Stephanie's white gown swirled around her as she twirled in front of the mirror, "I can't believe it, it's finally here!" she said to herself in excitement.
Flashback, to three months ago:
"I'm so excited, Paul and I just got a church yesterday. Maybe it's a bit early, but we both want a church wedding, so," Stephanie trailed off, almost apologetically.
"Steph, don't apologize, I know what it's like to want a church wedding. Better to get it early, than not at all," Melanie said, a trace of sadness in her voice.
Stephanie was very curious about Melanie's last comment, but decided not to push it.
Changing the subject, Stephanie asked mischievously, "So, how are things going between you and Chris?"
"Oh no Steph, Chris and I are just friends, nothing more," Melanie said with a laugh. *I'm not yet ready to deal with any feelings I may have towards Chris, it's too soon,* she thought to herself uneasily.
Stephanie was not going to get anywhere with this conversation, so once again she switched topics.
"I need to talk to you guys about something important," she whispered conspiratorially.
"Is something wrong?" Amy asked anxiously. She'd had enough of major disasters already, and she was hoping this wasn't another one.
"I need a Maid of Honor and two bridesmaids," Stephanie replied excitedly.
"Oh, know, not me. I'm as big as a house, I'm quite content to watch from the sidelines," Jessica said matter-of-factly.
"You're not that big," Stephanie wheedled.
"By the time you guys have the wedding I'll be eight months pregnant, and with twins, I don't think so," Jessica replied firmly, but a small smile played on her lips.
"Amy, what do you think?"
"Huh?" Amy looked up, lost in thought.
"About being a bridesmaid?" Stephanie asked.
"Oh, I don't know if I'm cut out for that sort of thing," Amy said doubtfully.
"Well, if that's the case, your not cut out to be a bride either," Stephanie said pointedly. "Wait a second, your thinking about Matt aren't you?" Steph asked, genuinely curious. All eyes turned to Amy. Amy blushed profusely.
Amy shrugged, "Maybe, but I don't think we're ready for that step yet."
"You won't know unless you discuss it with him," Jessica pushed gently.
"Or, you could ask him to marry you," Monica suggested slyly.
Amy looked at Monica like she was crazy, "Definitely not, I'm not that bold," she said firmly.
"So you'll be one of my bridesmaids?" Stephanie asked, a devilish grin on her face.
"Yes," Amy said, a nervous smile playing on her lips. Amy's eyes sparkled, "That should get the ball rolling shouldn't it," she asked rhetorically.
They all hopped into Chris's brand spanking new Montero.
As Jessica got behind the wheel, she commented, "You have no idea how hard it was to convince Chris to let me drive his 'baby'. He couldn't wait any longer until the real ones were born, you know," Jessica said, rolling her eyes. "Okay Steph, where to?" Jessica asked.
"The ultimate of wedding shops: Wedding Dresses Fit for a Princess!" Stephanie replied triumphantly.
"That sounds about right," Monica dead panned.
When they got to the bridal shop, Stephanie explained, "Paul doesn't want to pick out the decorations for the wedding reception or get involved in the color schemes for the wedding dresses so he left it all up to me," she said, with a squeal.
"I don't suppose you need any help," Melanie said with a wry grin.
"Of course I do," Stephanie said with a grin, pulling Melanie into the store.
As soon as the girls walked into the store, Stephanie let out a gasp, as she spotted a beautiful white wedding gown adorned on a mannequin standing in a corner. She walked over to it, carefully touching the white lace and satin at the v-shaped bodice of the dress. She looked at the back of the dress, and noticed with delight that it had a small train on the floor-length gown. The neckline plunged only slightly, resting a bit above the mannequin's plastic breasts. An oval shaped hole cut into the cloth lay right below the neckline, modestly hinting at the plastic chest of the mannequin. The oval hole was adorned with pearls, while the neckline was layered in antique lace.
"It's beautiful!" Stephanie breathed.
"Well, try it on!" Amy urged with a smile. Stephanie grinned, found one that was her size and excitedly went into a dressing room down the hall to try it on.
Stephanie came out of the dressing room and looked in all the mirrors behind and to the sides of her. "I love it!" she whispered to herself excitedly.
"Do you have it on yet?" Monica asked, excitement in her voice.
"Uh huh, what do you guys think?" Stephanie asked, grinning from ear-to-ear.
"You look lovely," Melanie said softly.
"Stunning dahling," Amy said, smiling.
"It looks much better on you than the mannequin," Monica said, grinning wryly.
"I think it fits me better, I have a bigger chest than the mannequin. I don't look so much like a bottom feeding, trashbag ho now," she said, jokingly.
Jessica nodded, smiling, "The dress comes up on you more, so the oval hole is much more tasteful, barely revealing anything at all."
Stephanie nodded, "Good. I've got my dress, now I need to find something for you and Monica."
Monica's eyes widened, "You want me to be a Bridesmaid?" she asked, her mouth hanging open.
Stephanie nodded, smiling, "I figure you've never had a chance to be involved in anything like this, getting to be all dolled up and all. I've noticed the look of awe on your face ever since you came in here." The smile fell off her face, "Um, no, that's okay, I think I'll pass," Monica said quietly, staring at her scuffed shoes. "If you'll excuse me a second." Monica dashed towards the front entrance, running a hand across her face.
"What did I say?" Stephanie asked, looking at the others helplessly.
"I think Monica believes you're doing this because you feel sorry for her," Melanie replied softly. Quickly, Stephanie ducked into the dressing room and took off the wedding dress.
"Guys, I'll be back in a few minutes," Stephanie said breathlessly, as she dashed out of the dressing room area. "Hey," Steph said softly.
"Hey," Monica replied, staring at the ground, as she swung her feet idly back and forth. "Can I sit down?" Stephanie asked.
"Sure," Monica replied carelessly, still not bothering to look up.
Stephanie sighed, "Look, I didn't mean it, the way it sounded." Monica finally lifted her head up, giving Stephanie an accusing look.
"Alright, alright, I did- some, but I also like you Monica, and I want you to be a part of my wedding," Stephanie said earnestly.
"So," Stephanie asked playfully, gently swaying from side-to-side shoving Monica in the shoulder, "how are things going between you and Erin?"
"Well," Monica said with a smile, "lately, we've been gaining ground- as friends," Monica's smile faltered a little, "but, through all our training he's taken to calling me Nikki, and I like it," Monica said wistfully, her smile brightening. "Alright, I'm ready to go back and look for some gorgeous dresses, you know I did see these beautiful mint green gowns," Monica trailed off excitedly, as they walked back into the store.
"And, did you know," Stephanie continued excitedly, "that 'my wedding gown' also has a matching white velvet cape and hood that comes with it?"
"Wow! Really?" Monica giggled as the glass door closed behind them.
Back to the present:
A woman came in, wrapping her arms around Stephanie's shoulders, "Mom, I can't believe it, I'm getting married today!" Stephanie cried happily.
"Neither can I, my baby is getting married," Linda McMahon said, giving her daughter a hug. "You look beautiful, that dress does you justice."
"Thanks Mom. I won't wear the hood inside though, I'll save that for outside. Do you think Paul will like it?" Stephanie asked anxiously.
"Paul will love it," Linda replied with certainty.
"Are the girls here yet?" Stephanie asked, worry clouding her clear blue eyes.
"They just got here a few minutes ago, and the guests are filing in."
"Good! Make sure Dad, Shane and especially Paul, do not see me in my dress. I want it to be a surprise," Stephanie replied, her eyes shining.
"Will do commander," Linda said staunchly, giving her daughter a mock salute, and a wink. Stephanie quickly peeked her head outside the dressing room door, and saw Amy, Monica and Marissa running down the hall towards her. They had the dresses slung over their arms, protectively encased in plastic covers.
"Hurry, before the guys see you!" Stephanie whispered anxiously, ushering them inside.
Meanwhile, Melanie stood in the entrance hall and greeted the guests, many of whom were wrestlers. As each guest walked by, she asked if they wouldn't mind signing the guest book. All their names began to blur together as her thoughts drifted back to two months ago.
February, 2 months before:
Melanie was in the middle of lacing up her red boots when Stephanie burst through the locker room doors towards her.
"Hey, Mel, can I ask you a huge favor?"
"Yeah, sure, what is it?"
"Would you mind greeting the guests as they come in? Most weddings have greeters for the guests, don't they? Well, anyway, I was also hoping you might want to help me design/coordinate the wedding and reception. It's turning out to be a bigger job than I thought," Stephanie admitted.
Melanie smiled, "Sure, I'd love to."
Stephanie blinked, "Really? I know by that time you'll be six months pregnant, but I don't think you'll have to stand for very long, and it'll be inside, so it will be air conditioned"...
"Stephanie, it's okay, I'll do it," Melanie replied softly, shaking her head.
"You will, oh thank you!" Steph replied gratefully, giving Melanie a big hug. Melanie laughed, "You can let go now. Your cutting my air supply off." Stephanie pulled back, smiling brightly, "I owe ya one."
"When the baby's born, then you can owe me," Melanie said with a warm smile. Just then they heard the locker room doors close.
"Hey Chris," Steph said, turning around to face him. "Oh, I thought Mel was accompanying Jeff to the ring?" Steph looked at Chris and Melanie questioningly.
Chris shuffled his feet, looking uncomfortable, "Well, the writers, they thought it would be cool if Melanie started accompanying me to the ring, while Nora is going to start accompanying Jeff in his singles matches.
"Funny, the writers didn't mention it, must have been a last minute change." Stephanie shrugged, "I have to get ready for Paul's match. Good luck in your match tonight Chris."
"Thanks Steph, see you tonight."
"You and Paul, that should be an interesting match," Melanie commented.
"Yea, always is, listen would you maybe like to go out later- I mean, for coffee or something?" He asked, rather nervously, Melanie noted. She laughed, then frowned at the hurt, confused look in his eyes.
"I'm not making fun of you Chris, just the way it came out, you sounded so sweet," Melanie said sincerely.
"I'm not good with words and when you put women and words together, forget it," he said emphatically.
"It's not you, it's me," Melanie said softy, "I can't go out with you. I, it's too soon- let me explain." He sat down on the locker room bench, watching her carefully.
Melanie closed her eyes, "Two and a half months ago, my husband, Greg, passed away in a freak boating incident. He was a Marine, and had been killed while on duty." She stopped, and opened her eyes, sneaking a peak at Chris. His jaw was hanging open in surprise. "I should have told you earlier, I know. I was just afraid of your reaction. I'm sorry." She hung her head in shame. She felt a gentle finger tenderly tilt her chin up to face him.
"I'm not mad, that's a lot to tell someone. Honestly, it would have been great if you had told me sooner, but I'm glad you value me enough as your friend to tell me this at all."
Changing the subject, Chris asked, "Did Greg know you were pregnant?"
Chris felt bad as he watched the tears well up in her eyes, "Yes, I told him as soon as I found out and then a month later, in the blink of an eye he was gone. Since he was in the Marines, I was used to him not being home very much, but when the realization hit me that he wasn't coming back, I became very depressed. That's when I knew I needed something fresh, new, a distraction to get my mind off of Greg's death, so I came here. I already knew Jeff and Matt from high school, but I've made many more friends since then," she said smiling at Chris. "I've started a new life here, a new beginning, and I wouldn't trade what I have now for the world."
"Melanie, when the baby is born, if you need any help, and I mean any help at all, let me know okay?" Chris told her seriously. Melanie was both touched and surprised by the earnestness in his expression. "Take all the time you need, I'll be waiting."
Melanie blinked, her mind slowly coming back to the present. Suddenly, she felt herself being lifted off the floor. The "Big Show's" large arms wrapping around her, giving her a gentle squeeze.
"Haven't seen your pretty face hanging around lately, where ya been Mel?"
She blushed, "Hi Paul, well, I've been taking it easy lately." She stepped out from behind the podium. His eyes bugged out of his head, noticing her moderately round tummy.
"Wow, you sure are coming along," Paul said in surprise.
"Six months," she said proudly. Noticing the line that was beginning to form, Paul made a move towards the sanctuary door.
"Well, you take it easy darlin, and I'll talk to you later."
"You too Paul," she said with a smile. He gave her a wink and disappeared inside. Next in line were Trish and Andrew, looking extremely happy. Melanie noticed Trish was practically glowing. That's when Melanie noticed the light reflect off of the sparkling gem on Trish's finger.
Melanie's eyes widened, "When did you guys get engaged?"
"Last week, can you believe it?" Trish cried excitedly. Melanie shook her head and smiled. "I'm so happy for you guys, congratulations!" she said, hugging Trish warmly.
"Oh, we're holding up the line, we'd better get moving," Trish said, but Melanie noticed she couldn't stop smiling.
"We'll talk to you later Mel, take it easy," Andrew said with a disarming grin. Then she looked into the warm eyes of Chris Benoit.
"Hi Melanie." His voice was casual, but Chris's eyes revealed his concern for her. Her heart pounded in her chest and all rational thought flew out of her head.
"Hi, Chris. I've missed being with you at ringside," Melanie said softly.
"So have I. It seems you're a very sought-after person today," he said, his eyes crinkling up at the corners as he smiled. "I'll talk to you later, take it easy okay," he warned. *How does he do that to me, I manage to feel like a young teen whenever he's around, all nervous with sweaty palms. Yet he's so sweet and down to earth, he makes me feel at ease somehow. Can I make room for someone else in my heart, Lord?*
Back in the dressing room:
"Okay, I'm dying to know, how have things progressed with Erin?" Stephanie asked. Monica stopped abruptly, leaving the zipper zipped halfway up Amy's back. A heavy silence filled the room.
"They're not," Monica replied dully, "he found out about my past and now he want's nothing to do with me."
"Well, that can't be true, I"...
"It's true!" Monica responded, her voice rising, "he told me so himself."
For once in her life, Stephanie was at a loss for words.
"Monica, would you like me to tell them?" Amy asked softly, turning around. Monica nodded.
"It all happened about a week ago," Amy started.
Flashback to the previous week.
Monica slowly adjusted the height and speed on the treadmill as Amy walked into the workout room.
"Hey Monica," Amy greeted her.
"Oh, hey Amy," Monica said, between puffs of breath. As Amy squatted down onto the knee strengthening machine, she said, "Listen, I didn't get a chance to thank you for helping solve the stalker situation with Jamie."
"Oh, I didn't do anything," Monica replied carelessly.
"Yes you did, you gave me more information about him, which was a big help."
Erin was walking down the hall towards the gym, with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. *I'm gonna do it,* he thought, *I'm going to ask her out. I've spent a lot of time training with her. Nikki has a good sense of humor, and is easy to be with. I just hope she doesn't have a boyfriend, though I can't see how a girl like her cannot have one,* his thoughts trailed off nervously.
Just then, he heard Monica's voice say, "Well, being in jail will do that to ya. I learned a lot about many of the criminals there." Erin froze in shock, *Monica, his Monica! *No, this can't be, it has to be some kind of cruel joke. I have to know,* he thought to himself resolutely. Erin stepped into the entranceway, "You were in jail?" he asked innocently. Monica turned and looked at him, fear and shock written all over her face. "It's true, isn't it?" he questioned angrily, hurt, anger and confusion registering on his face.
"I can explain," Monica pleaded.
Erin stood there, tapping his foot, "I'm listening," he replied harshly.
"I was arrested for kidnapping, and I knew Amy's stalker, so I helped her catch him, sort of. All of this started a couple of months back."
"So, what are you, some kind of escaped convict or something?" Erin asked critically. Monica didn't know what to say, she was speechless.
"Oh, my gosh, you're an ex con. I can't believe this! You've been lying to me all along, haven't you?" he accused.
"No, Erin, I"...
Erin cut her off, "I don't want to hear it, I should have known better. You're too good to be true. I don't want anything to do with you- ever again!" Erin dropped the flowers onto the carpeted floor and stormed out of the room.
"If you'd just wait a minute," tears filled her eyes, threatening to spill down her cheeks, "I'm not an ex-con anymore," Monica cried softly.
Back to the present:
"That's what happened," Amy finished softly.
"I'm so sorry Monica," Stephanie replied sorrowfully.
Monica shrugged, "Maybe something good will come out of the whole thing-somehow," she said non-chalantly, but the others saw the tears slowly trickle down her cheeks.
Meanwhile:
Paul glanced at his watch, *Man, the wedding starts in five minutes, I'm never going to make it on time!* he thought anxiously as he sat in traffic. He looked up at the sky, it was growing darker by the minute.
Paul turned the radio up as he heard the weatherman's voice, "Severe thunderstorms, winds up to 50 miles per hour, with the possibility of hail." He turned the radio off in irritation.
"Geeze, forget April showers, we're going to have a blasted hurricane!" Paul muttered.
Back at the church:
Stephanie pulled up her billowing skirts and made a mad dash for the sanctuary doors, and stopped just short of them, in the hallway.
Marissa dashed towards Stephanie from the other side of the hallway and hissed, "Paul's not here yet!"
"What! Where is he? The wedding starts in five minutes!" she exclaimed, both in worry and anger. Stephanie peeked her head around the church doors, only to see her Dad talking animatedly to the minister. She watched her Mom go over to Vince and whisper something in his ear. Vince turned to Linda, his face red with anger.
"Uh, oh, Dad please don't blow up, not now," Stephanie muttered quietly to herself. The woman at the piano started to play the wedding march. Stephanie shook her head vehemently, "No, no, don't start playing it yet!" Stephanie looked at Marissa helplessly. "Paul, where are you?" Stephanie wondered anxiously.
Back in traffic:
"Come on Stephanie, the one time you don't have your cell phone turned on," Paul muttered, banging his hand against the steering wheel. Thirty minutes later Paul rushed into the church, only to run smack into Vince.
"Where have you been?" he growled, his face turning red with rage, "We almost started the wedding without you."
"I got caught in traffic. I tried reaching Stephanie on her cell phone, but I think she forgot to turn it on."
"That's impossible, Steph never forgets to leave her cell phone on," Vince argued.
"This time she did," Marissa replied, coming up behind them. "Now hurry up Paul, go get changed," Marissa said urgently.
Ten minutes later:
The soft strains of "Cross My Heart", started to play and taking a deep breath, Marissa slipped her arm through Shane's.
"It's been a while since we've done this, isn't it honey," Shane said with a twinkle in his eyes. Smiling, she nodded, keeping her eyes straight ahead as they made their way down the aisle.
Monica drew a shaky breath, nervously slipping her arm through Andrew's.
"Easy babe," Andrew said easily. "You'll do fine," he smiled reassuringly at her.
"Thanks, she whispered gratefully.
Amy had butterflies in her stomach, *What will Matt think?* she wondered nervously. She looked down at her mint green, tea length gown.
"Matt will think you look gorgeous," Benoit told her sincerely.
Amy looked at Chris in surprise, "How did you know?"
"It's written on all over your face," he replied gently.
He held his arm out to her, "Time to make our grand entrance," he said, smiling. As they made their way down the aisle, Matt couldn't help but stare at Amy as she walked gracefully down the aisle. Her hair was pulled to one side, the fiery, red curls cascading almost down to her waist. *She's gorgeous, like a red haired angel,* he thought to himself, in awe of her. Amy could feel Matt's eyes on her, risking a quick glance at Matt, she smiled softly at him. She thought of the light pink bouquet of flowers in her hands, the short, puffed sleeves of her dress, and the silk scalloped neckline against her skin. *I feel so- elegant,* she thought with a smile.
Matt leaned over towards Jeff, who was sitting next to him, "I want to marry her Jeff," he said without hesitation.
"What?!" Jeff and Nora said simultaneously, both staring at him.
"You heard me, I've been thinking about it for awhile. It all started after Jamie was arrested. I've just been trying to get up the nerve to ask her." Jeff watched as Matt talked, Matt hadn't taken his eyes off of Amy the whole time.
"Three months, you've waited three months and haven't even brought up the subject?!" Jeff whispered in astonishment. Jeff just stared at Matt, open-mouthed.
Finally, Matt tore his eyes away from Amy, "Quit staring at me like that, would you," Matt said in frustration. "Besides, it took you three months just to tell Nora you loved her," Matt shot back in a whisper.
"Hey, that's was differ"...
"No it wasn't," Nora said leaning across Jeff, looking at the brothers intently. "Now be quiet guys, the wedding is about to start." Matt and Jeff just frowned, but settled in their seats. The wedding march started, as Stephanie came down the aisle on her father's arm. Stephanie's smile was bright, while Vince felt the tears well up in his eyes, his little girl was getting married. At the front of the church, Paul stood stock still, taking in the vision of loveliness before him. Vince released Stephanie's arm as she went to Paul. Worriedly, Stephanie searched his face and put her hands on his forearms, "What happened, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, I just got stuck in traffic. You look beautiful?" Paul said gazing into her face lovingly.
"Thank you," she said, blushing profusely.
"Ahem," the pastor cleared his throat.
"Sorry," Stephanie and Paul apologized to the preacher and turned to face him. They repeated the pastor's words, saying their sacred vows to each other. Paul and Stephanie exchanged wedding bands.
"In the presence of our Lord, I now pronounce you man and wife."
Paul took her hands in his and leaned down, tenderly kissing her.
He pulled back, touched his forehead to hers, and whispered solemnly, "I promise you all the love in the world." A split second later, screams shattered the air, as the stained glass window behind them exploded.
If you would like to use my story, please ask me first.
Please review, I love feedback! Constructive criticism is fine, but no flames please.
This is the sequel to The Ride.
The songs "All the Love in the World" and "Cross My Heart" are by The Corrs and Michael W. Smith, they are not mine.
Definition of Love
Based on the scripture 1st Corinthians chapter 13, verses 4 through 7.
Chapter 1: All the Love in the World
Stephanie's white gown swirled around her as she twirled in front of the mirror, "I can't believe it, it's finally here!" she said to herself in excitement.
Flashback, to three months ago:
"I'm so excited, Paul and I just got a church yesterday. Maybe it's a bit early, but we both want a church wedding, so," Stephanie trailed off, almost apologetically.
"Steph, don't apologize, I know what it's like to want a church wedding. Better to get it early, than not at all," Melanie said, a trace of sadness in her voice.
Stephanie was very curious about Melanie's last comment, but decided not to push it.
Changing the subject, Stephanie asked mischievously, "So, how are things going between you and Chris?"
"Oh no Steph, Chris and I are just friends, nothing more," Melanie said with a laugh. *I'm not yet ready to deal with any feelings I may have towards Chris, it's too soon,* she thought to herself uneasily.
Stephanie was not going to get anywhere with this conversation, so once again she switched topics.
"I need to talk to you guys about something important," she whispered conspiratorially.
"Is something wrong?" Amy asked anxiously. She'd had enough of major disasters already, and she was hoping this wasn't another one.
"I need a Maid of Honor and two bridesmaids," Stephanie replied excitedly.
"Oh, know, not me. I'm as big as a house, I'm quite content to watch from the sidelines," Jessica said matter-of-factly.
"You're not that big," Stephanie wheedled.
"By the time you guys have the wedding I'll be eight months pregnant, and with twins, I don't think so," Jessica replied firmly, but a small smile played on her lips.
"Amy, what do you think?"
"Huh?" Amy looked up, lost in thought.
"About being a bridesmaid?" Stephanie asked.
"Oh, I don't know if I'm cut out for that sort of thing," Amy said doubtfully.
"Well, if that's the case, your not cut out to be a bride either," Stephanie said pointedly. "Wait a second, your thinking about Matt aren't you?" Steph asked, genuinely curious. All eyes turned to Amy. Amy blushed profusely.
Amy shrugged, "Maybe, but I don't think we're ready for that step yet."
"You won't know unless you discuss it with him," Jessica pushed gently.
"Or, you could ask him to marry you," Monica suggested slyly.
Amy looked at Monica like she was crazy, "Definitely not, I'm not that bold," she said firmly.
"So you'll be one of my bridesmaids?" Stephanie asked, a devilish grin on her face.
"Yes," Amy said, a nervous smile playing on her lips. Amy's eyes sparkled, "That should get the ball rolling shouldn't it," she asked rhetorically.
They all hopped into Chris's brand spanking new Montero.
As Jessica got behind the wheel, she commented, "You have no idea how hard it was to convince Chris to let me drive his 'baby'. He couldn't wait any longer until the real ones were born, you know," Jessica said, rolling her eyes. "Okay Steph, where to?" Jessica asked.
"The ultimate of wedding shops: Wedding Dresses Fit for a Princess!" Stephanie replied triumphantly.
"That sounds about right," Monica dead panned.
When they got to the bridal shop, Stephanie explained, "Paul doesn't want to pick out the decorations for the wedding reception or get involved in the color schemes for the wedding dresses so he left it all up to me," she said, with a squeal.
"I don't suppose you need any help," Melanie said with a wry grin.
"Of course I do," Stephanie said with a grin, pulling Melanie into the store.
As soon as the girls walked into the store, Stephanie let out a gasp, as she spotted a beautiful white wedding gown adorned on a mannequin standing in a corner. She walked over to it, carefully touching the white lace and satin at the v-shaped bodice of the dress. She looked at the back of the dress, and noticed with delight that it had a small train on the floor-length gown. The neckline plunged only slightly, resting a bit above the mannequin's plastic breasts. An oval shaped hole cut into the cloth lay right below the neckline, modestly hinting at the plastic chest of the mannequin. The oval hole was adorned with pearls, while the neckline was layered in antique lace.
"It's beautiful!" Stephanie breathed.
"Well, try it on!" Amy urged with a smile. Stephanie grinned, found one that was her size and excitedly went into a dressing room down the hall to try it on.
Stephanie came out of the dressing room and looked in all the mirrors behind and to the sides of her. "I love it!" she whispered to herself excitedly.
"Do you have it on yet?" Monica asked, excitement in her voice.
"Uh huh, what do you guys think?" Stephanie asked, grinning from ear-to-ear.
"You look lovely," Melanie said softly.
"Stunning dahling," Amy said, smiling.
"It looks much better on you than the mannequin," Monica said, grinning wryly.
"I think it fits me better, I have a bigger chest than the mannequin. I don't look so much like a bottom feeding, trashbag ho now," she said, jokingly.
Jessica nodded, smiling, "The dress comes up on you more, so the oval hole is much more tasteful, barely revealing anything at all."
Stephanie nodded, "Good. I've got my dress, now I need to find something for you and Monica."
Monica's eyes widened, "You want me to be a Bridesmaid?" she asked, her mouth hanging open.
Stephanie nodded, smiling, "I figure you've never had a chance to be involved in anything like this, getting to be all dolled up and all. I've noticed the look of awe on your face ever since you came in here." The smile fell off her face, "Um, no, that's okay, I think I'll pass," Monica said quietly, staring at her scuffed shoes. "If you'll excuse me a second." Monica dashed towards the front entrance, running a hand across her face.
"What did I say?" Stephanie asked, looking at the others helplessly.
"I think Monica believes you're doing this because you feel sorry for her," Melanie replied softly. Quickly, Stephanie ducked into the dressing room and took off the wedding dress.
"Guys, I'll be back in a few minutes," Stephanie said breathlessly, as she dashed out of the dressing room area. "Hey," Steph said softly.
"Hey," Monica replied, staring at the ground, as she swung her feet idly back and forth. "Can I sit down?" Stephanie asked.
"Sure," Monica replied carelessly, still not bothering to look up.
Stephanie sighed, "Look, I didn't mean it, the way it sounded." Monica finally lifted her head up, giving Stephanie an accusing look.
"Alright, alright, I did- some, but I also like you Monica, and I want you to be a part of my wedding," Stephanie said earnestly.
"So," Stephanie asked playfully, gently swaying from side-to-side shoving Monica in the shoulder, "how are things going between you and Erin?"
"Well," Monica said with a smile, "lately, we've been gaining ground- as friends," Monica's smile faltered a little, "but, through all our training he's taken to calling me Nikki, and I like it," Monica said wistfully, her smile brightening. "Alright, I'm ready to go back and look for some gorgeous dresses, you know I did see these beautiful mint green gowns," Monica trailed off excitedly, as they walked back into the store.
"And, did you know," Stephanie continued excitedly, "that 'my wedding gown' also has a matching white velvet cape and hood that comes with it?"
"Wow! Really?" Monica giggled as the glass door closed behind them.
Back to the present:
A woman came in, wrapping her arms around Stephanie's shoulders, "Mom, I can't believe it, I'm getting married today!" Stephanie cried happily.
"Neither can I, my baby is getting married," Linda McMahon said, giving her daughter a hug. "You look beautiful, that dress does you justice."
"Thanks Mom. I won't wear the hood inside though, I'll save that for outside. Do you think Paul will like it?" Stephanie asked anxiously.
"Paul will love it," Linda replied with certainty.
"Are the girls here yet?" Stephanie asked, worry clouding her clear blue eyes.
"They just got here a few minutes ago, and the guests are filing in."
"Good! Make sure Dad, Shane and especially Paul, do not see me in my dress. I want it to be a surprise," Stephanie replied, her eyes shining.
"Will do commander," Linda said staunchly, giving her daughter a mock salute, and a wink. Stephanie quickly peeked her head outside the dressing room door, and saw Amy, Monica and Marissa running down the hall towards her. They had the dresses slung over their arms, protectively encased in plastic covers.
"Hurry, before the guys see you!" Stephanie whispered anxiously, ushering them inside.
Meanwhile, Melanie stood in the entrance hall and greeted the guests, many of whom were wrestlers. As each guest walked by, she asked if they wouldn't mind signing the guest book. All their names began to blur together as her thoughts drifted back to two months ago.
February, 2 months before:
Melanie was in the middle of lacing up her red boots when Stephanie burst through the locker room doors towards her.
"Hey, Mel, can I ask you a huge favor?"
"Yeah, sure, what is it?"
"Would you mind greeting the guests as they come in? Most weddings have greeters for the guests, don't they? Well, anyway, I was also hoping you might want to help me design/coordinate the wedding and reception. It's turning out to be a bigger job than I thought," Stephanie admitted.
Melanie smiled, "Sure, I'd love to."
Stephanie blinked, "Really? I know by that time you'll be six months pregnant, but I don't think you'll have to stand for very long, and it'll be inside, so it will be air conditioned"...
"Stephanie, it's okay, I'll do it," Melanie replied softly, shaking her head.
"You will, oh thank you!" Steph replied gratefully, giving Melanie a big hug. Melanie laughed, "You can let go now. Your cutting my air supply off." Stephanie pulled back, smiling brightly, "I owe ya one."
"When the baby's born, then you can owe me," Melanie said with a warm smile. Just then they heard the locker room doors close.
"Hey Chris," Steph said, turning around to face him. "Oh, I thought Mel was accompanying Jeff to the ring?" Steph looked at Chris and Melanie questioningly.
Chris shuffled his feet, looking uncomfortable, "Well, the writers, they thought it would be cool if Melanie started accompanying me to the ring, while Nora is going to start accompanying Jeff in his singles matches.
"Funny, the writers didn't mention it, must have been a last minute change." Stephanie shrugged, "I have to get ready for Paul's match. Good luck in your match tonight Chris."
"Thanks Steph, see you tonight."
"You and Paul, that should be an interesting match," Melanie commented.
"Yea, always is, listen would you maybe like to go out later- I mean, for coffee or something?" He asked, rather nervously, Melanie noted. She laughed, then frowned at the hurt, confused look in his eyes.
"I'm not making fun of you Chris, just the way it came out, you sounded so sweet," Melanie said sincerely.
"I'm not good with words and when you put women and words together, forget it," he said emphatically.
"It's not you, it's me," Melanie said softy, "I can't go out with you. I, it's too soon- let me explain." He sat down on the locker room bench, watching her carefully.
Melanie closed her eyes, "Two and a half months ago, my husband, Greg, passed away in a freak boating incident. He was a Marine, and had been killed while on duty." She stopped, and opened her eyes, sneaking a peak at Chris. His jaw was hanging open in surprise. "I should have told you earlier, I know. I was just afraid of your reaction. I'm sorry." She hung her head in shame. She felt a gentle finger tenderly tilt her chin up to face him.
"I'm not mad, that's a lot to tell someone. Honestly, it would have been great if you had told me sooner, but I'm glad you value me enough as your friend to tell me this at all."
Changing the subject, Chris asked, "Did Greg know you were pregnant?"
Chris felt bad as he watched the tears well up in her eyes, "Yes, I told him as soon as I found out and then a month later, in the blink of an eye he was gone. Since he was in the Marines, I was used to him not being home very much, but when the realization hit me that he wasn't coming back, I became very depressed. That's when I knew I needed something fresh, new, a distraction to get my mind off of Greg's death, so I came here. I already knew Jeff and Matt from high school, but I've made many more friends since then," she said smiling at Chris. "I've started a new life here, a new beginning, and I wouldn't trade what I have now for the world."
"Melanie, when the baby is born, if you need any help, and I mean any help at all, let me know okay?" Chris told her seriously. Melanie was both touched and surprised by the earnestness in his expression. "Take all the time you need, I'll be waiting."
Melanie blinked, her mind slowly coming back to the present. Suddenly, she felt herself being lifted off the floor. The "Big Show's" large arms wrapping around her, giving her a gentle squeeze.
"Haven't seen your pretty face hanging around lately, where ya been Mel?"
She blushed, "Hi Paul, well, I've been taking it easy lately." She stepped out from behind the podium. His eyes bugged out of his head, noticing her moderately round tummy.
"Wow, you sure are coming along," Paul said in surprise.
"Six months," she said proudly. Noticing the line that was beginning to form, Paul made a move towards the sanctuary door.
"Well, you take it easy darlin, and I'll talk to you later."
"You too Paul," she said with a smile. He gave her a wink and disappeared inside. Next in line were Trish and Andrew, looking extremely happy. Melanie noticed Trish was practically glowing. That's when Melanie noticed the light reflect off of the sparkling gem on Trish's finger.
Melanie's eyes widened, "When did you guys get engaged?"
"Last week, can you believe it?" Trish cried excitedly. Melanie shook her head and smiled. "I'm so happy for you guys, congratulations!" she said, hugging Trish warmly.
"Oh, we're holding up the line, we'd better get moving," Trish said, but Melanie noticed she couldn't stop smiling.
"We'll talk to you later Mel, take it easy," Andrew said with a disarming grin. Then she looked into the warm eyes of Chris Benoit.
"Hi Melanie." His voice was casual, but Chris's eyes revealed his concern for her. Her heart pounded in her chest and all rational thought flew out of her head.
"Hi, Chris. I've missed being with you at ringside," Melanie said softly.
"So have I. It seems you're a very sought-after person today," he said, his eyes crinkling up at the corners as he smiled. "I'll talk to you later, take it easy okay," he warned. *How does he do that to me, I manage to feel like a young teen whenever he's around, all nervous with sweaty palms. Yet he's so sweet and down to earth, he makes me feel at ease somehow. Can I make room for someone else in my heart, Lord?*
Back in the dressing room:
"Okay, I'm dying to know, how have things progressed with Erin?" Stephanie asked. Monica stopped abruptly, leaving the zipper zipped halfway up Amy's back. A heavy silence filled the room.
"They're not," Monica replied dully, "he found out about my past and now he want's nothing to do with me."
"Well, that can't be true, I"...
"It's true!" Monica responded, her voice rising, "he told me so himself."
For once in her life, Stephanie was at a loss for words.
"Monica, would you like me to tell them?" Amy asked softly, turning around. Monica nodded.
"It all happened about a week ago," Amy started.
Flashback to the previous week.
Monica slowly adjusted the height and speed on the treadmill as Amy walked into the workout room.
"Hey Monica," Amy greeted her.
"Oh, hey Amy," Monica said, between puffs of breath. As Amy squatted down onto the knee strengthening machine, she said, "Listen, I didn't get a chance to thank you for helping solve the stalker situation with Jamie."
"Oh, I didn't do anything," Monica replied carelessly.
"Yes you did, you gave me more information about him, which was a big help."
Erin was walking down the hall towards the gym, with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. *I'm gonna do it,* he thought, *I'm going to ask her out. I've spent a lot of time training with her. Nikki has a good sense of humor, and is easy to be with. I just hope she doesn't have a boyfriend, though I can't see how a girl like her cannot have one,* his thoughts trailed off nervously.
Just then, he heard Monica's voice say, "Well, being in jail will do that to ya. I learned a lot about many of the criminals there." Erin froze in shock, *Monica, his Monica! *No, this can't be, it has to be some kind of cruel joke. I have to know,* he thought to himself resolutely. Erin stepped into the entranceway, "You were in jail?" he asked innocently. Monica turned and looked at him, fear and shock written all over her face. "It's true, isn't it?" he questioned angrily, hurt, anger and confusion registering on his face.
"I can explain," Monica pleaded.
Erin stood there, tapping his foot, "I'm listening," he replied harshly.
"I was arrested for kidnapping, and I knew Amy's stalker, so I helped her catch him, sort of. All of this started a couple of months back."
"So, what are you, some kind of escaped convict or something?" Erin asked critically. Monica didn't know what to say, she was speechless.
"Oh, my gosh, you're an ex con. I can't believe this! You've been lying to me all along, haven't you?" he accused.
"No, Erin, I"...
Erin cut her off, "I don't want to hear it, I should have known better. You're too good to be true. I don't want anything to do with you- ever again!" Erin dropped the flowers onto the carpeted floor and stormed out of the room.
"If you'd just wait a minute," tears filled her eyes, threatening to spill down her cheeks, "I'm not an ex-con anymore," Monica cried softly.
Back to the present:
"That's what happened," Amy finished softly.
"I'm so sorry Monica," Stephanie replied sorrowfully.
Monica shrugged, "Maybe something good will come out of the whole thing-somehow," she said non-chalantly, but the others saw the tears slowly trickle down her cheeks.
Meanwhile:
Paul glanced at his watch, *Man, the wedding starts in five minutes, I'm never going to make it on time!* he thought anxiously as he sat in traffic. He looked up at the sky, it was growing darker by the minute.
Paul turned the radio up as he heard the weatherman's voice, "Severe thunderstorms, winds up to 50 miles per hour, with the possibility of hail." He turned the radio off in irritation.
"Geeze, forget April showers, we're going to have a blasted hurricane!" Paul muttered.
Back at the church:
Stephanie pulled up her billowing skirts and made a mad dash for the sanctuary doors, and stopped just short of them, in the hallway.
Marissa dashed towards Stephanie from the other side of the hallway and hissed, "Paul's not here yet!"
"What! Where is he? The wedding starts in five minutes!" she exclaimed, both in worry and anger. Stephanie peeked her head around the church doors, only to see her Dad talking animatedly to the minister. She watched her Mom go over to Vince and whisper something in his ear. Vince turned to Linda, his face red with anger.
"Uh, oh, Dad please don't blow up, not now," Stephanie muttered quietly to herself. The woman at the piano started to play the wedding march. Stephanie shook her head vehemently, "No, no, don't start playing it yet!" Stephanie looked at Marissa helplessly. "Paul, where are you?" Stephanie wondered anxiously.
Back in traffic:
"Come on Stephanie, the one time you don't have your cell phone turned on," Paul muttered, banging his hand against the steering wheel. Thirty minutes later Paul rushed into the church, only to run smack into Vince.
"Where have you been?" he growled, his face turning red with rage, "We almost started the wedding without you."
"I got caught in traffic. I tried reaching Stephanie on her cell phone, but I think she forgot to turn it on."
"That's impossible, Steph never forgets to leave her cell phone on," Vince argued.
"This time she did," Marissa replied, coming up behind them. "Now hurry up Paul, go get changed," Marissa said urgently.
Ten minutes later:
The soft strains of "Cross My Heart", started to play and taking a deep breath, Marissa slipped her arm through Shane's.
"It's been a while since we've done this, isn't it honey," Shane said with a twinkle in his eyes. Smiling, she nodded, keeping her eyes straight ahead as they made their way down the aisle.
Monica drew a shaky breath, nervously slipping her arm through Andrew's.
"Easy babe," Andrew said easily. "You'll do fine," he smiled reassuringly at her.
"Thanks, she whispered gratefully.
Amy had butterflies in her stomach, *What will Matt think?* she wondered nervously. She looked down at her mint green, tea length gown.
"Matt will think you look gorgeous," Benoit told her sincerely.
Amy looked at Chris in surprise, "How did you know?"
"It's written on all over your face," he replied gently.
He held his arm out to her, "Time to make our grand entrance," he said, smiling. As they made their way down the aisle, Matt couldn't help but stare at Amy as she walked gracefully down the aisle. Her hair was pulled to one side, the fiery, red curls cascading almost down to her waist. *She's gorgeous, like a red haired angel,* he thought to himself, in awe of her. Amy could feel Matt's eyes on her, risking a quick glance at Matt, she smiled softly at him. She thought of the light pink bouquet of flowers in her hands, the short, puffed sleeves of her dress, and the silk scalloped neckline against her skin. *I feel so- elegant,* she thought with a smile.
Matt leaned over towards Jeff, who was sitting next to him, "I want to marry her Jeff," he said without hesitation.
"What?!" Jeff and Nora said simultaneously, both staring at him.
"You heard me, I've been thinking about it for awhile. It all started after Jamie was arrested. I've just been trying to get up the nerve to ask her." Jeff watched as Matt talked, Matt hadn't taken his eyes off of Amy the whole time.
"Three months, you've waited three months and haven't even brought up the subject?!" Jeff whispered in astonishment. Jeff just stared at Matt, open-mouthed.
Finally, Matt tore his eyes away from Amy, "Quit staring at me like that, would you," Matt said in frustration. "Besides, it took you three months just to tell Nora you loved her," Matt shot back in a whisper.
"Hey, that's was differ"...
"No it wasn't," Nora said leaning across Jeff, looking at the brothers intently. "Now be quiet guys, the wedding is about to start." Matt and Jeff just frowned, but settled in their seats. The wedding march started, as Stephanie came down the aisle on her father's arm. Stephanie's smile was bright, while Vince felt the tears well up in his eyes, his little girl was getting married. At the front of the church, Paul stood stock still, taking in the vision of loveliness before him. Vince released Stephanie's arm as she went to Paul. Worriedly, Stephanie searched his face and put her hands on his forearms, "What happened, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, I just got stuck in traffic. You look beautiful?" Paul said gazing into her face lovingly.
"Thank you," she said, blushing profusely.
"Ahem," the pastor cleared his throat.
"Sorry," Stephanie and Paul apologized to the preacher and turned to face him. They repeated the pastor's words, saying their sacred vows to each other. Paul and Stephanie exchanged wedding bands.
"In the presence of our Lord, I now pronounce you man and wife."
Paul took her hands in his and leaned down, tenderly kissing her.
He pulled back, touched his forehead to hers, and whispered solemnly, "I promise you all the love in the world." A split second later, screams shattered the air, as the stained glass window behind them exploded.