The ocean breeze is what she needed. Steph stood on the balcony of the McMahon vacation home on their private island, Cielo. Steph's long, brown hair danced in the wind as she looked longingly at the ocean…what was beyond it. She hadn't seen Chris since the wedding. Well, she hadn't seen him while she was awake. She had been told he was at her bedside everyday, when she slept. Until her father had him banned from the hospital. Steph was thankful that her father could separate personal lives from business ones. Chris was thriving in his career in the WWE. But when Steph saw him on Tv, she saw a broken man. The shadow of a man she once knew…once loved. Still loved…Steph crossed her arms over her chest and sighed. She needed to go for a walk…she needed to clear her head.
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Chris looked up at the villa. He saw the lights within go out. His mind knew full well he shouldn't be there. But he was drawn here. To Cielo. He had to see for himself. He had to make sure Steph was okay. Chris turned away from the villa and looked out over the water. Things were just so wrong now. Lita was…he didn't know what was wrong with her. He saw her once at the Asylum--through a mirror. She wasn't Lita…she was someone else. And the child that was in her belly wasn't his. They couldn't give her drugs because of the baby. So she slipped farther and farther away. He left 2 minutes after he saw her. Then there was Steph…she seemed to be okay. But she'd been through so much because of him. He sighed and sat on the cold sand. He's just stay for one more day. Just to make sure Steph would be fine.
*****
Steph held the thick quilt in her hands and walked onto the beach. She breathed in deeply. The salty air filled her nostrils as she walked to the water. She put the quilt down and sat on it, looking forlornly at the tide flow in and out. She curled her hair in her fingers and closed her eyes.
*****
Chris saw her instantly. His throat was suddenly dry as he stared at her as she sat down on the sand. He inhaled deeply and hesitated. Maybe she didn't want to see him. It was, after all, his fault she was injured. He began to walk towards her, his head down. He stopped, though, when he saw her sitting silently, staring at him.
*****
Steph felt it. She was just sitting there and she knew. Turning her head to her left only confirmed it. Chris was here. Steph stumbled to her feet and looked at Chris. He stood motionless. His white shirt was completely unbuttoned and his jeans where rolled up to his calves. His hands moved nervously as he looked at her.
*****
Chris watches as she slowly tilted her head, looking at him. He wanted to run to her…to hold her. But he held back. His eyes covered her as she walked to him. She looked like a vision in her simple white sundress. Like an angel. He could hear the sound of her dress whipping against her legs. Her eyes were a darker than usual shade. She was in front of him now. For the first time in his life, he couldn't tell what she was thinking. Yet, he had himself braced to be slapped. But when her hand slowly touched his face, he felt light. Her hands were now cupping his face and her eyes searched his. He could here her breathing now. It was uneven. The moonlight caught the tears in her eyes. She sighed deeply. "Christopher." Her hands slipped to the back of his neck and she brought him closer, her head tucked against his chest. Chris's hands went around her waist. "Stephy…I--" Before he could continue, Stephanie's lips were on his. Kissing him. Needing him. She both fell to their knees, their mouths against one another's urgently. Steph felt Chris shaking. Or was that her? They parted lips and leaned their foreheads on each other. "You're here." She whispered. Chris's hands went to her shoulders. "I had to know…if you were okay…if you…" "I wasn't okay. I needed you Chris. Why did you leave me? Why did you leave me for her." She was speaking in sobs now. "We could have got through it but you chose her over me. And look what she did." She clung to him. "Baby, Im so sorry. Im so sorry." He held her and kissed her all over her face. "Ill never leave you again. Ever." Steph kissed him. "I love you Chris. I'll love you till the day I die.
*****
Chris looked up at the villa. He saw the lights within go out. His mind knew full well he shouldn't be there. But he was drawn here. To Cielo. He had to see for himself. He had to make sure Steph was okay. Chris turned away from the villa and looked out over the water. Things were just so wrong now. Lita was…he didn't know what was wrong with her. He saw her once at the Asylum--through a mirror. She wasn't Lita…she was someone else. And the child that was in her belly wasn't his. They couldn't give her drugs because of the baby. So she slipped farther and farther away. He left 2 minutes after he saw her. Then there was Steph…she seemed to be okay. But she'd been through so much because of him. He sighed and sat on the cold sand. He's just stay for one more day. Just to make sure Steph would be fine.
*****
Steph held the thick quilt in her hands and walked onto the beach. She breathed in deeply. The salty air filled her nostrils as she walked to the water. She put the quilt down and sat on it, looking forlornly at the tide flow in and out. She curled her hair in her fingers and closed her eyes.
*****
Chris saw her instantly. His throat was suddenly dry as he stared at her as she sat down on the sand. He inhaled deeply and hesitated. Maybe she didn't want to see him. It was, after all, his fault she was injured. He began to walk towards her, his head down. He stopped, though, when he saw her sitting silently, staring at him.
*****
Steph felt it. She was just sitting there and she knew. Turning her head to her left only confirmed it. Chris was here. Steph stumbled to her feet and looked at Chris. He stood motionless. His white shirt was completely unbuttoned and his jeans where rolled up to his calves. His hands moved nervously as he looked at her.
*****
Chris watches as she slowly tilted her head, looking at him. He wanted to run to her…to hold her. But he held back. His eyes covered her as she walked to him. She looked like a vision in her simple white sundress. Like an angel. He could hear the sound of her dress whipping against her legs. Her eyes were a darker than usual shade. She was in front of him now. For the first time in his life, he couldn't tell what she was thinking. Yet, he had himself braced to be slapped. But when her hand slowly touched his face, he felt light. Her hands were now cupping his face and her eyes searched his. He could here her breathing now. It was uneven. The moonlight caught the tears in her eyes. She sighed deeply. "Christopher." Her hands slipped to the back of his neck and she brought him closer, her head tucked against his chest. Chris's hands went around her waist. "Stephy…I--" Before he could continue, Stephanie's lips were on his. Kissing him. Needing him. She both fell to their knees, their mouths against one another's urgently. Steph felt Chris shaking. Or was that her? They parted lips and leaned their foreheads on each other. "You're here." She whispered. Chris's hands went to her shoulders. "I had to know…if you were okay…if you…" "I wasn't okay. I needed you Chris. Why did you leave me? Why did you leave me for her." She was speaking in sobs now. "We could have got through it but you chose her over me. And look what she did." She clung to him. "Baby, Im so sorry. Im so sorry." He held her and kissed her all over her face. "Ill never leave you again. Ever." Steph kissed him. "I love you Chris. I'll love you till the day I die.