++ Two Days Later ++
Kurt took of his blue tinted shades and squinted against the sunlight. "Venice…" He said. He turned and smiled at Lita who was beaming. She had a hand on her tummy and the other over her heart. "It's so beautiful…" Kurt furrowed his brow and looked at what Lita was looking at. "A restaurant?" Lita wandered in front of it. "We're starved." Kurt looked at her stomach. "Oh! Im so sorry" He touched her stomach. "Sorry." He repeated. They walked hand in hand into the Italian eatery dubbed Luciano's. After waiting painfully for Kurt to translate with his English-Italian dictionary, they ordered and waited for their food. Lita sipped a glass of water and chewed on breadsticks. She turned to Kurt. "We've come far haven't we?" Kurt looked in his glass of water. "Is there something floating in your water…oh, what?" Lita flicked her finger over his nose. "Cute. I said 'we've come far haven't we?'" Kurt took her hands and kissed them. "Damn straight, lady." Lita grabbed his chin and looked at him. "You're making me feel crazy things…" Kurt's smile stilled. "Do you not want to feel…what you're feeling?" He asked quietly. Lita could see the vulnerability in his eyes. "I didn't say that…in fact, they way I feel…Ive never felt this way before…I like it. A lot." Kurt looked at her for a moment. "Im not trying to corner you into a confession or anything…" "No no. Look…I know you don't take this stuff lightly…I know when you broke things off with Trish…" Lita faltered. Kurt's eyes flicked to hers and inwardly winced. He hadn't heard her name in so long. Lita sighed and continued. "I'm just saying I know how hard it must be to let yourself care for someone…and my point is…Kurt, I--" Just then their waiter came with one steaming plate of manicotti and one plate of spaghetti. Kurt jumped at the chance to change the subject. "Oooo. Better eat up--I want my girls to be well fed." Lita smiled. "Well, I wouldn't have it any other way." She smiled and picked up her fork wondering when she could try and bring up the subject again.
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"Luciano's." Steph mused. "Sounds yummy." She giggled and gave a quick peck to Chris. "Wanna go in?" He asked. Steph held on to Chris's arm. "Yyyyyno. No. We can eat later. Where did you wanna take me." Chris fidgeted with his hands. "I know you've been wanting to ride on a gondola…" "Oh! Let's!" Chris grinned. He took her hand and kissed it. "I guarantee it'll be the most memorable boat ride ever." Steph laughed as they walked hand in hand towards the canal.
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The sky was afire with splashes of oranges, pale pinks and reds. The sun was setting. Chris held Steph and listened to the sound of the oar being smoothly moved through the water. Chris cleared his throat and sat up straight. "Steph?" "Hmmmm?" "Babe. I love you." Steph turned her attention away from the sunset. "I love you too, honey." Chris smiled softly. "I love you so much that I don't think I can love you any more. But every morning I wake up, I discover that I have…I want you for forever." Steph held his hands and paid closer attention as he continued. "I want you to be the mother of my children. I want you to always be by my side. Till death do us part. Stephanie Marie McMahon," He pulled a black velvet box from his pocket and opened it, "Will you do me the distinct honor of becoming my wife?" Steph stared, open-mouthed, at the platinum band with a large diamond stone twinkling back at her. "Christopher!" She breathed. Her eyes connected with his and a smile grew on her lips. She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him. "Yes." She said in between kisses. "A million times yes." The tension left Chris's stomach and was replaced with butterflies. As they kisses he took the ring out of the box and slipped it on her finger. "I love you." She whispered. Just then the last rays of sunlight fell behind the clouds.
Kurt took of his blue tinted shades and squinted against the sunlight. "Venice…" He said. He turned and smiled at Lita who was beaming. She had a hand on her tummy and the other over her heart. "It's so beautiful…" Kurt furrowed his brow and looked at what Lita was looking at. "A restaurant?" Lita wandered in front of it. "We're starved." Kurt looked at her stomach. "Oh! Im so sorry" He touched her stomach. "Sorry." He repeated. They walked hand in hand into the Italian eatery dubbed Luciano's. After waiting painfully for Kurt to translate with his English-Italian dictionary, they ordered and waited for their food. Lita sipped a glass of water and chewed on breadsticks. She turned to Kurt. "We've come far haven't we?" Kurt looked in his glass of water. "Is there something floating in your water…oh, what?" Lita flicked her finger over his nose. "Cute. I said 'we've come far haven't we?'" Kurt took her hands and kissed them. "Damn straight, lady." Lita grabbed his chin and looked at him. "You're making me feel crazy things…" Kurt's smile stilled. "Do you not want to feel…what you're feeling?" He asked quietly. Lita could see the vulnerability in his eyes. "I didn't say that…in fact, they way I feel…Ive never felt this way before…I like it. A lot." Kurt looked at her for a moment. "Im not trying to corner you into a confession or anything…" "No no. Look…I know you don't take this stuff lightly…I know when you broke things off with Trish…" Lita faltered. Kurt's eyes flicked to hers and inwardly winced. He hadn't heard her name in so long. Lita sighed and continued. "I'm just saying I know how hard it must be to let yourself care for someone…and my point is…Kurt, I--" Just then their waiter came with one steaming plate of manicotti and one plate of spaghetti. Kurt jumped at the chance to change the subject. "Oooo. Better eat up--I want my girls to be well fed." Lita smiled. "Well, I wouldn't have it any other way." She smiled and picked up her fork wondering when she could try and bring up the subject again.
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"Luciano's." Steph mused. "Sounds yummy." She giggled and gave a quick peck to Chris. "Wanna go in?" He asked. Steph held on to Chris's arm. "Yyyyyno. No. We can eat later. Where did you wanna take me." Chris fidgeted with his hands. "I know you've been wanting to ride on a gondola…" "Oh! Let's!" Chris grinned. He took her hand and kissed it. "I guarantee it'll be the most memorable boat ride ever." Steph laughed as they walked hand in hand towards the canal.
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The sky was afire with splashes of oranges, pale pinks and reds. The sun was setting. Chris held Steph and listened to the sound of the oar being smoothly moved through the water. Chris cleared his throat and sat up straight. "Steph?" "Hmmmm?" "Babe. I love you." Steph turned her attention away from the sunset. "I love you too, honey." Chris smiled softly. "I love you so much that I don't think I can love you any more. But every morning I wake up, I discover that I have…I want you for forever." Steph held his hands and paid closer attention as he continued. "I want you to be the mother of my children. I want you to always be by my side. Till death do us part. Stephanie Marie McMahon," He pulled a black velvet box from his pocket and opened it, "Will you do me the distinct honor of becoming my wife?" Steph stared, open-mouthed, at the platinum band with a large diamond stone twinkling back at her. "Christopher!" She breathed. Her eyes connected with his and a smile grew on her lips. She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him. "Yes." She said in between kisses. "A million times yes." The tension left Chris's stomach and was replaced with butterflies. As they kisses he took the ring out of the box and slipped it on her finger. "I love you." She whispered. Just then the last rays of sunlight fell behind the clouds.