A/N: This just came to me one night. I would in no way wish for these events to happen to anyone. I owe a lot of thanks to Mary Allen for her encouragement and Mom for her ideas. lol. Reviews will be worshipped, idiotic flames will be ignored. R/R
~Resurrection~
*Chapter 1*
The sun was bright as it shinned through the window, it's rays streaking across the bedroom with glowing yellow beams. It snaked across the bed, slowly awaking Dwayne Johnson as the brightening light blinded his eyes. He groaned and rolled over, pulling his pillow closer to him and tried to go back to sleep. To him, it was way too early to get up. He got the sudden urge to stretch but knew that would wake him up and he did not want to wake up. He sighed and yawned, burying his face into his pillow to try to stiffle it. It was so warm and comfortable and he never wanted to get up. He heard some banging downstairs and his first reaction was to pull the sheet over his head but as soon as he realized he was alone in the bed, he peaked an eye open. When all he saw was tangled sheets, it was then that he got up.
He yawned as he came down the stairs, knowing he was going to end up falling down them one of these days. He walked into the kitchen and leaned against the doorway, looking at his wife. She was standing at the stove, her back to him, wearing a pair of his boxers a t-shirt. He smiled, she was the most beautiful thing in the world to him. He quietly walked up to her and slipped his arms around her waist. To his surprise, she didn't jump, instead she simply smiled and held his arms in place with one of her own.
"Good morning, sleepy." She said quietly as she cracked an egg shell with her free hand.
"I didn't scare you?" He asked, his chin resting lightly on her shoulder.
She leaned into his embrace, tilting her head to lay against his. "I can hear you stumbling down the stairs a mile away."
He smiled and looked at the stove. "Whatchya cooking?"
She pointed to each of the pans with a spoon. "Pancakes, eggs, bacon, and toast." She said, pointing towards the toaster on the last. She moved slightly to take a large bowl into her hands and began stirring.
"Gross. What's that?" Dwayne asked, making a face at the gooey substance.
She laughed. "Pancakes batter, silly. You didn't think they came already made, did you?"
He shrugged. "Well, it would be easier. You're not going to make me eat that, are you?"
She smiled. "You either eat it or you wear it, mister." She stated, and as I to emphasize her point she brought the gooey spoon back and lightly smacked him on the forehead with it, smearing creamy batter all the way down his nose.
Dwayne jumped slightly at the initial smack before pausing for a long moment, then rather calmly he cleared his throat. "This means war." Before she could react, he grabbed her hand that held the spoon and held it. She yelled out in surprise and started laughing. "Dwayne? What are you-"
Before she could finish, Dwayne reached over, grabbed a handful of flour and pie faced her before quickly backing away, laughing.
She just stood there, open mouth, before slowly turning to face her husband, who laughed even harder at the sight of her powder filled face. She glared at him before taking a handful of flour and throwing it at him as hard as she could. He turned his back to the white dust cloud that erupted between them before quickly turning back and snatching her hand, causing her to scream out yet again. He held her tightly against him as she continued to laugh, but she stopped once she saw the way he was looking at her.
"You're beautiful." He said softly, looking into her eyes.
She smiled. "I'm covered in flour." She replied. "Thanks to you."
He smiled back and leaned in to kiss her. She kissed him back, feeling the flour smear between their lips and around their mouths. Just as Dwayne was starting to get into it, he felt something smack into the back of his head. Something wet, cool, and slimly that slid down his neck and back. He froze and pulled away when his wife started giggling against his lips. He looked at her in mock annoyance as she brought her hand back around to reveal a broken eggshell. She fought her laughter as she looked at the man of her life standing there with raw egg beginning to ooze down his forehead.
"Egghead." She laughed. He grinned slightly and took off after her. She cried out and started to run around the table. "Dwayne, stop." She continued to laugh, a hint of playful fear in her voice as she stopped at the other side of the table. "I'm mean it."
Dwayne stopped, stood up straight and tilted his head, giving her a look before mocking her, his voice child-like. "Dwayne, stop, I mean it."
She laughed before forcing a serious face. "I'm not playing." She said, sticking her finger out at him.
"You know what you look like?" He asked seriously.
She rolled her eyes. "What?"
"A white bowling ball." He nodded, as if proud he made that conclusion.
She frowned. "Nice imagination. A white bowling ball?"
"Yeah, two dark holes for your eyes and another for your mouth, which is always open!" He grinned, teasing. Her eyes went wide and her mouth dropped in surprise. Before he could do anything, she started chasing him around the table. He ran off into the living room, dodging and taunting her, laughing as he managed to miss her blows. He ran around to the other side of the couch. "Aw, come on, baby, you're going to have to do better then that."
She grinned, as if she knew something he didn't. "Like this..?" She asked as she moved her hands away from behind her back and threw another egg at him. It shattered right in the middle of his face.
Dwayne jerked back as the egg hit him, totally not expecting it. He took a step back and leaned over to let the goo drip off. He reached up to his eyes. "Ow, baby, that hurt.." He whined.
Dany sighed and walked over to him, immediately feeling guilty but still laughing at the same time. She took his arm and looked up at his face. "Let me see."
Now it was Dwayne's turn to grin as he hug tackled his wife onto the couch. She cried out in surprise and started laughing, trying to push him off of her. "You immature ape, get off."
He smiled. "I think you mean possum." He corrected her and vigorously shook his head, shaking raw egg all over her. She squealed and tried to cover her face. She opened her mouth to say something but Dwayne quickly captured her lips with his own, kissing her deep and passionate. She quickly relaxed into the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back. When Dwayne finally pulled back, they both were breathless.
"I think breakfast turned out pretty good." He said, looking down at his wife's flour and now egg covered face.
"Do you now?" She asked as she lightly ran a hand over his short black hair.
"Oh, yeah." Neither one them were really paying attention to the conversation as they were gazing into each other's eyes. Dwayne smiled slightly and lightly kissed her. "I'm going to be late for work." He said, regret in his tone.
She sighed and nodded, touching his face. "I know. I got some shopping to do still." She smiled to herself. She was really looking forward to tonight. She was finally going to get the okay from her doctor to tell Dwayne. They had tried so hard to have a baby but after the first miscarriage, they both dropped out of the mood. But the fire soon returned and as soon as Dany felt the first signs, she immediately sought her doctor who proved her suspicious. Dwayne and Dany were going to be parents. She hadn't told him yet, however, because she wanted to make sure everything was going to be okay. She was hoping to get to tell him tonight.
"I'm sorry about breakfast." He said suddenly, thinking that her sudden distant look was directed towards the mess in the kitchen. "I'll help clean it up."
She smiled and traced his lips with her fingers. She loved this man with all of heart. "It's okay." She said and leaned up to kiss him. "We'll have a special one tomorrow."
So they both cleaned up and went their separate ways. Dany did go shopping because she could not directly lie to her husband, and Dwayne left for his daily routine at World Wrestling Federation. All was right in his heart, even though his stomach was bit hungry, and he was looking forward dinner tonight. He had made special plans to take her to one of their favorite restaurants for a romantic evening. He went on about his day. His match went great and everything went as planned. He had dressed, showered, and was walking out to his car when he heard someone call out his name. Without slowing he turned to who it was and saw his dear friend, Steve Williams walking to catch up to him.
"Hey, Steve."
"Do you have any plans for tonight?" He asked, adjusting his green camouflage bag over his shoulder.
Dwayne smiled slightly and looked over to his friend. "As a matter of fact I do. Why?"
Steve shrugged. "Me and a few of the guys are going for a few drinks. I had to convince them that we should invite you."
Dwayne laughed and shook his head. "I bet you did. I'm sorry, man, but I got something special planned for tonight with Dany." He slowed as he reached his car. He turned to Steve and smiled. "I think she's pregnant." He whispered.
Steve's eyes widened. "Pregnant? You don't know for sure?"
Dwayne shrugged slightly and tossed his bag in his trunk. "She hasn't said anything yet, but I know her body. She's more…" He smiled. "Glow-y."
Steve laughed and held his hand out. He knew how much him and Dany had tried, he just hoped Dwayne wasn't getting his hopes up. "That's great, man. Is that what tonight's for?"
Dwayne shook the offered hand, smiling. "I sure hope so." He laughed. "I'll take a rain check on that drink, though."
"Damn straight. We'll all celebrate during the shower."
He laughed. "All right. But until then…our secret, alright?"
Steve laughed. "Alright, man. I'll see you later." He nodded a good-bye and walked away towards his own vehicle. Dwayne got in his car, never expecting that what would really happened that very night would change his entire life forever.
