"How about a hundred people?" Lita asked, flipping through the pages of a
bridal magazine as Shane McMahon carried a tray with food into the living
room of the house he was sharing with her. "Then it's still personal and
not a big thing."
"I was thinking more in the ballpark of twenty-five or thirty people," Shane said, settling on the couch next to Lita.
"You've got to be kidding me," Lita said, looking up at him.
"I'm dead serious," Shane said.
"There's no way," Lita said. "We have to invite our families."
"Which is three people on my side and five on yours," Shane said. "Eight people total so far."
"Close friends," Lita said. "And they will bring dates."
"My closest friend is your cousin," Shane said. "So that's already covered and his date is my sister. I guess I'd want Benoit and Booker there."
"And Jeff and Trish would definitely have to come," Lita said. "Which means Trish would bring The Rock and Jeff would probably bring Torrie."
"That's not over thirty people," Shane said.
"But we have to invite the Federation!" Lita exclaimed.
"No we don't," Shane said.
"Why not?" Lita asked.
"Because this isn't their business," Shane said. "I know you're friends with most people in the Federation, but I don't want to have a bunch of people I don't really know there."
"Shane," Lita said, hoping to change his mind.
"Plus, McMahon's and big weddings just don't mix," Shane said.
"What are you talking about?" Lita asked.
"Well, Stephanie has had two big weddings and one small," Shane said. "Which went off as planned?"
"Good point," Lita said. "But you aren't your sister."
"Thank God," Shane said.
"I don't understand how a McMahon can want a small wedding," Lita said.
"Well, easy," Shane said. "I don't love being in the spotlight like my sister or my father. I'm more like my mother that way."
"Okay," Lita said. "Which doesn't mean I'm giving in."
"I wouldn't expect you to give in so soon," Shane said. "But I love you for it."
"I love when you say that," Lita said, cuddling her head against his neck.
"When I say what?" Shane asked.
"That you love me," Lita said.
"Then I'll be sure to tell you over and over again," Shane said.
"Sounds like a plan," Lita said.
"Speaking of plans," Shane said. "I was talking to RVD the other day and he wants to get a mess of the RAW people together to go out after the pay- per-view this weekend. Some SmackDown people will be coming too."
"Stacy?" Lita asked, wrinkling her nose in disgust.
"I would imagine," Shane said. "She seems to think she's the life of every party."
"When you had the Alliance I thought you might have been with her," Lita said, kissing his cheek lightly. She rubbed the pad of her thumb along the back of his neck.
"No way," Shane said. "She's not my type."
"And your type is?" Lita asked.
"She has to have this great smile, but she'll only use it when she means it," Shane said, running his arm along the back of the couch. "And she will have a wild sense of adventure, but she won't be ridiculous. She draws attention, but she doesn't seek it out. And she is kind, funny, and real."
"Hmm, that's a tall order McMahon," Lita said.
"Good thing someone managed to find her," Shane said, leaning over and lightly kissing her. "I love you Lita."
"You can't tell that to me enough," Lita said, relishing the feeling of his lips against hers.
"Good," Shane said. "Because we have our whole lives ahead of us."
"That's what I hear," Lita said. "Hey Shane."
"Yeah?" Shane asked, his brown eyes connecting with her hazel ones.
"I love you too," Lita said, pulling him in for a deeper kiss.
*
Lita woke up in the warm circle of Shane's arms. She sighed contentedly as she thought of the past three months she had spent living with him. At first it had been strange because they had never spent more than three straight days together. But after awhile, it got to be comforting.
Shane was a neat-freak. She had a feeling it ran in the family, because Stephanie's house was never a mess. Lita smiled to herself as she thought of what a slob Chris Jericho was and how that was likely a spot of contention between him and his wife.
Lita was easygoing and didn't really care about how neat her things were as long as she could find things when she needed them. She was willing to watch herself a little more for Shane. It was probably a good trait to develop.
Sure, she and Shane were different. But that was to be expected. While Lita hadn't been destitute as a child, she had not had the luxuries Shane had growing up. And they thought different things were important. Yet in many ways, Shane was much more practical. She had a feeling it was because he sat back and he thought about things. She had a tendency to jump into the middle of the fray.
"What are you thinking about?" Shane asked.
"Us," Lita whispered. "We're so different."
"Not that again," Shane said. "I thought we had gone over that."
"It's not bad, I agree with you on that now," Lita said. "But it's funny to think that we are so happy together despite our differences."
"Maybe because of them," Shane said. "I mean, I like not being bored. With you I have never been bored."
"Hmm, I'll give you gray hairs yet McMahon," Lita said, dropping light kisses on his chest.
"I'll look forward to it," Shane said.
"How about breakfast?" Lita asked.
"Am I making it?" Shane asked.
"No," Lita said. "You always mess up the eggs."
"Thanks a lot," Shane said, pretending to be hurt.
"Come on boy," Lita said, pulling him out of bed. "You can squeeze the orange juice."
"Oh, lucky me," Shane said, with as little enthusiasm as possible.
"One of these days Shane," Lita said, doing her best Ralph Kramden impression. "One of these days."
Shane just laughed as he followed her to the kitchen.
"I was thinking more in the ballpark of twenty-five or thirty people," Shane said, settling on the couch next to Lita.
"You've got to be kidding me," Lita said, looking up at him.
"I'm dead serious," Shane said.
"There's no way," Lita said. "We have to invite our families."
"Which is three people on my side and five on yours," Shane said. "Eight people total so far."
"Close friends," Lita said. "And they will bring dates."
"My closest friend is your cousin," Shane said. "So that's already covered and his date is my sister. I guess I'd want Benoit and Booker there."
"And Jeff and Trish would definitely have to come," Lita said. "Which means Trish would bring The Rock and Jeff would probably bring Torrie."
"That's not over thirty people," Shane said.
"But we have to invite the Federation!" Lita exclaimed.
"No we don't," Shane said.
"Why not?" Lita asked.
"Because this isn't their business," Shane said. "I know you're friends with most people in the Federation, but I don't want to have a bunch of people I don't really know there."
"Shane," Lita said, hoping to change his mind.
"Plus, McMahon's and big weddings just don't mix," Shane said.
"What are you talking about?" Lita asked.
"Well, Stephanie has had two big weddings and one small," Shane said. "Which went off as planned?"
"Good point," Lita said. "But you aren't your sister."
"Thank God," Shane said.
"I don't understand how a McMahon can want a small wedding," Lita said.
"Well, easy," Shane said. "I don't love being in the spotlight like my sister or my father. I'm more like my mother that way."
"Okay," Lita said. "Which doesn't mean I'm giving in."
"I wouldn't expect you to give in so soon," Shane said. "But I love you for it."
"I love when you say that," Lita said, cuddling her head against his neck.
"When I say what?" Shane asked.
"That you love me," Lita said.
"Then I'll be sure to tell you over and over again," Shane said.
"Sounds like a plan," Lita said.
"Speaking of plans," Shane said. "I was talking to RVD the other day and he wants to get a mess of the RAW people together to go out after the pay- per-view this weekend. Some SmackDown people will be coming too."
"Stacy?" Lita asked, wrinkling her nose in disgust.
"I would imagine," Shane said. "She seems to think she's the life of every party."
"When you had the Alliance I thought you might have been with her," Lita said, kissing his cheek lightly. She rubbed the pad of her thumb along the back of his neck.
"No way," Shane said. "She's not my type."
"And your type is?" Lita asked.
"She has to have this great smile, but she'll only use it when she means it," Shane said, running his arm along the back of the couch. "And she will have a wild sense of adventure, but she won't be ridiculous. She draws attention, but she doesn't seek it out. And she is kind, funny, and real."
"Hmm, that's a tall order McMahon," Lita said.
"Good thing someone managed to find her," Shane said, leaning over and lightly kissing her. "I love you Lita."
"You can't tell that to me enough," Lita said, relishing the feeling of his lips against hers.
"Good," Shane said. "Because we have our whole lives ahead of us."
"That's what I hear," Lita said. "Hey Shane."
"Yeah?" Shane asked, his brown eyes connecting with her hazel ones.
"I love you too," Lita said, pulling him in for a deeper kiss.
*
Lita woke up in the warm circle of Shane's arms. She sighed contentedly as she thought of the past three months she had spent living with him. At first it had been strange because they had never spent more than three straight days together. But after awhile, it got to be comforting.
Shane was a neat-freak. She had a feeling it ran in the family, because Stephanie's house was never a mess. Lita smiled to herself as she thought of what a slob Chris Jericho was and how that was likely a spot of contention between him and his wife.
Lita was easygoing and didn't really care about how neat her things were as long as she could find things when she needed them. She was willing to watch herself a little more for Shane. It was probably a good trait to develop.
Sure, she and Shane were different. But that was to be expected. While Lita hadn't been destitute as a child, she had not had the luxuries Shane had growing up. And they thought different things were important. Yet in many ways, Shane was much more practical. She had a feeling it was because he sat back and he thought about things. She had a tendency to jump into the middle of the fray.
"What are you thinking about?" Shane asked.
"Us," Lita whispered. "We're so different."
"Not that again," Shane said. "I thought we had gone over that."
"It's not bad, I agree with you on that now," Lita said. "But it's funny to think that we are so happy together despite our differences."
"Maybe because of them," Shane said. "I mean, I like not being bored. With you I have never been bored."
"Hmm, I'll give you gray hairs yet McMahon," Lita said, dropping light kisses on his chest.
"I'll look forward to it," Shane said.
"How about breakfast?" Lita asked.
"Am I making it?" Shane asked.
"No," Lita said. "You always mess up the eggs."
"Thanks a lot," Shane said, pretending to be hurt.
"Come on boy," Lita said, pulling him out of bed. "You can squeeze the orange juice."
"Oh, lucky me," Shane said, with as little enthusiasm as possible.
"One of these days Shane," Lita said, doing her best Ralph Kramden impression. "One of these days."
Shane just laughed as he followed her to the kitchen.