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Trish was at home, working on dinner and fidgeting over how to wear her hair. This was the first time that Brock had ever been to her house and she wanted to make sure he liked it. She had sent Melissa to pick him up at the airport and bring him back. While preparing dinner, it gave her a chance to think of everything that had gone on in the last 2 weeks. It was still hard to believe that it was real.
Trish had made sure that she had prepared Brock's favorite food, she wanted them to have a good time. It had been a long time since they were able to just hang out and have a good time. She ran upstairs and changed into a pair of flared blue jeans and a t-shirt. She put a few curls in her hair to give it some volume and had just finished her make-up when she heard the front door open. She peered out from the doorway and Brock called for her. She smiled and headed downstairs and held him.
"You look really great, how are you feeling?" Brock said with a big smile.
"I'm feelin' pretty good, how are you?" Trish replied with an even bigger smile.
Brock pulled her to him and gave her another hug, "I've missed you, when are you comin' back on the road?"
"I'm not sure yet. Starting next week I have radiation therapy for 3 weeks, and in 2 weeks they'll let me start working out again, and from there I'll have to work off the ring rust and then they'll have to find a way to fit me into the storylines." Trish said.
"Radiation therapy? Why do you have to go through that?" Brock asked.
She started to give him a tour. "They found some abnormal cells in my abdomen, so to be safe they're going to put me through radiation therapy to stop them from becoming cancerous."
"I've never really dealt with cancer before, this is unreal to me. This is hard for me to swallow and I'm not even the one that has been going through it, how are you doing?" Brock said holding her hand.
"You know, when they told me that there were still abnormal cells, I lost it. They told me how they were going to treat them, but it still didn't make it better. I came home and I so upset, but once I got it out of my system, I'm just ready to get everything over with and move on with my life." Trish replied. "What's been going on with you?"
"Just wrestling. Nicole brought Mya out to a relative's house so she's gone for a week, so I can't go see her. But she brought her by Smackdown for me so I could visit with her."
"How are you doing since you and Nicole broke up?" Trish asked squeezing his hand.
"Ok. It's been weird going home and she's not there. It was really hard to tell my parents, but they understand. In a way, it's nice. We were fighting so much towards the end that it just didn't feel like it should. But I can't lie, I miss her. But I'm ok without her."
"I totally understand. Dave called me the other night and said that he wants to be a part of the baby's life, and that he wants to help me decorate the room and shop for the baby and all of that. It was really weird, but I'm supposed to call him after Missy's appointments and when it comes to the ultrasound that will tell us if it's a girl or a boy he wants to be there." Trish said. "I don't know what to think."
"Wow, that's totally opposite of how he was before. That is kind of odd. Unless he realized that he's not scoring any points by not being there." Brock replied.
"Yeah. But Melissa and Randy are really hitting it off, they had a great time during homecoming and now she calls him when she gets home from school and he calls her at night before she goes to bed. It's really cute." Trish said with a smile. She looked down at her watch, "Dinner's done, let's head back to the dining room."
They ate dinner and had dessert. They each grabbed a drink and headed out to the dining room. "So tell me beautiful," Brock said to Trish, "What is there to do in Toronto? You know all of the hot spots, where should we go?"
"Well, there's a great new club that opened up downtown, but I can't dance the way that I like, so…if you want to shoot some pool and play some darts I know a bar downtown that is perfect!"
"Sounds great to me." Brock said with a smile.
Trish slipped on her high heel boots and her black leather jacket. Brock was checking her out as she got ready. He whistled at her, "You know, you make a white t-shirt, blue jeans and a leather jacket look like a million bucks."
Trish playfully slugged him in the shoulder, "Well you should know that you wear a pair of athletic pants like they are nobody's business."
They both laughed and headed out to the bar.
They got there and ordered some drinks and waited for a dart board to open. They had great conversations along with playing many games of darts and pool. Trish and Brock were both feeling the effects of a night out. Trish looked at Brock, "Do you feel comfortable driving?"
"Yeah, I'm a farm boy remember?? We used to drive tractors while being 3 sheats to the wind." Brock said to Trish which caused her to erupt in laughter. The two were like a pair of teenagers in the midst of puppy love. They were holding hands and playfully patting each other on the butt.
They hopped in the car and Brock proceeded to drive. Suddenly Trish looked over at him, "Do you know how to get to my house?"
"No, but I figured we'd get there sooner or later." Brock said with a laugh. Trish looked at him with a dumbfounded look on her face. They both burst out laughing.
"Ok, pull over." Trish said to him.
Once he pulled over, she leaned over and was half in his lap. "What are you doing?" Brock asked her.
"Trying to get a driver's side point of view of where we are." Trish said. Then she realized how stupid that sounded and she leaned into his chest laughing.
"That's it, I'm taking you drinking more often, you're a riot." Brock said rubbing her back.
They finally got back to Trish's house. "Let's go up to my room and watch a movie." Trish said to Brock.
"Alright." They headed upstairs. Trish changed into a large t-shirt and Brock pulled on a pair of loose work-out shorts. Trish closed the shades and lit some candles. They hopped into Trish's bed and flipped channels until they found a good movie.
Trish laid on Brock's chest. They had been talking about their break-ups with their significant others. Trish looked at Brock, "Brock, do you really think that I'm pretty? Or are you just saying that to make me smile?"
"Of course I think you're pretty. I wouldn't just say it." He said to her rubbing her back.
"Can I ask you a question?" Trish asked slowly. Her buzz was starting to wear off and because of their conversation regarding their break-ups it had made her think. "Do you really think that some guy out there would want to be with me, even though I have no chance of ever bearing them a child on my own?"
Brock held her close and lifted her head so he could look into her eyes. "Of course I do. And whatever guy gets to be that guy is one of the luckiest guys in the world."
"You mean that?" Trish asked.
"Yes I do."
"You know, I have to tell you this again, Nicole doesn't know what she lost. You are truly Mr. Wonderful." Trish said to him.
"Thank you." Brock said smiling.
"Ok, I know that curiosity killed the cat, but I have to ask you something else." Trish said to him. "And it may be the buzz, but I have a great game we could play while we watch the movie."
Brock smiled and sat up a bit more, "I'm game what's that?"
"Truth or dare." Trish said with a cute smile.
"You're on. Truth or dare?" Brock asked.
"Hmmm…I'll say truth." Trish said.
"Truth…Ok, have you ever thought about being with someone else than the person you were in bed with?"
"Yeah, I have." Trish admitted. "Truth or dare?"
"I have to go with dare." Brock said confidently.
"Ok, are there any limits?" Trish asked.
"Nah, what fun is truth or dare if there are limits?"
"Alright, I can handle that. I dare you to…kiss me like I was your girlfriend." Trish said to him.
Brock was a little taken aback. That was not what he expected. But it was also something that he wasn't going to argue. He leaned into her and slowly their lips touched. He slowly opened them and slid his tongue across her bottom lip and then their tongues intertwined.
Trish couldn't believe that she had had the courage to say what she did, but she was glad that she did. She felt herself grow warm and tingly all over. He was making her feel things that she hadn't felt in a long time.
Brock pulled away from her and looked her in the eyes with a cocky smile, "truth or dare?"
"Dare." Trish said breathlessly.
"Don't stop." Brock said in a whisper.
Trish nodded her head and soon the two were all over each other. Brock slid his hands up her night shirt and began to fondle her breasts while he nibbled on her neck.
Trish let her hands wander down to his shorts and slowly ran her hand across his package. She could feel that he was hard and couldn't get over how big he felt. She climbed into his lap facing him and they went back to making out.
Soon Brock was pulling Trish's shirt over her head. All that she had left on was her thong. She began to grind her hips on his ever-growing bulge. Brock let out a low groan and began to kiss her neck and suckle on her nipples.
Trish laid Brock back and crawled down and slid off his shorts. She began to go down on him. Brock pulled her up and moved her into the "69"position. Finally Brock couldn't contain himself and he laid her down on her back and entered her.
Trish gasped. He was so big and he definitely knew how to hit the right spots. She threw her head back, "damn Brock, don't stop." She said breathlessly.
He continued to thrust with her in a steady rhythm. Finally he couldn't contain himself anymore. He thrust with more force and more speed.
Trish ran her hands down his chest and held on to his hips and pulled her into him and kept up his rhythm.
He gauged his force on what she liked, while still being cautious not to hurt her. The two came together and laid down to rest. Brock rolled onto his back and Trish curled up and laid her head on his chest. She was a little sore, but nothing she couldn't handle. Brock leaned over and gave her a passionate french kiss and closed his eyes.
Trish closed her eyes and smiled a little. She fell fast asleep.
**Alright, again I want to apologize for the writer's block, we've been swamped at work, so I haven't been able to let myself fall into the story, but after writing this chapter I feel much better! LOL!! New chapter coming soon. What will the morning after be like?? Will anyone reappear in their lives?? Please continue to read and review!**
Trish was at home, working on dinner and fidgeting over how to wear her hair. This was the first time that Brock had ever been to her house and she wanted to make sure he liked it. She had sent Melissa to pick him up at the airport and bring him back. While preparing dinner, it gave her a chance to think of everything that had gone on in the last 2 weeks. It was still hard to believe that it was real.
Trish had made sure that she had prepared Brock's favorite food, she wanted them to have a good time. It had been a long time since they were able to just hang out and have a good time. She ran upstairs and changed into a pair of flared blue jeans and a t-shirt. She put a few curls in her hair to give it some volume and had just finished her make-up when she heard the front door open. She peered out from the doorway and Brock called for her. She smiled and headed downstairs and held him.
"You look really great, how are you feeling?" Brock said with a big smile.
"I'm feelin' pretty good, how are you?" Trish replied with an even bigger smile.
Brock pulled her to him and gave her another hug, "I've missed you, when are you comin' back on the road?"
"I'm not sure yet. Starting next week I have radiation therapy for 3 weeks, and in 2 weeks they'll let me start working out again, and from there I'll have to work off the ring rust and then they'll have to find a way to fit me into the storylines." Trish said.
"Radiation therapy? Why do you have to go through that?" Brock asked.
She started to give him a tour. "They found some abnormal cells in my abdomen, so to be safe they're going to put me through radiation therapy to stop them from becoming cancerous."
"I've never really dealt with cancer before, this is unreal to me. This is hard for me to swallow and I'm not even the one that has been going through it, how are you doing?" Brock said holding her hand.
"You know, when they told me that there were still abnormal cells, I lost it. They told me how they were going to treat them, but it still didn't make it better. I came home and I so upset, but once I got it out of my system, I'm just ready to get everything over with and move on with my life." Trish replied. "What's been going on with you?"
"Just wrestling. Nicole brought Mya out to a relative's house so she's gone for a week, so I can't go see her. But she brought her by Smackdown for me so I could visit with her."
"How are you doing since you and Nicole broke up?" Trish asked squeezing his hand.
"Ok. It's been weird going home and she's not there. It was really hard to tell my parents, but they understand. In a way, it's nice. We were fighting so much towards the end that it just didn't feel like it should. But I can't lie, I miss her. But I'm ok without her."
"I totally understand. Dave called me the other night and said that he wants to be a part of the baby's life, and that he wants to help me decorate the room and shop for the baby and all of that. It was really weird, but I'm supposed to call him after Missy's appointments and when it comes to the ultrasound that will tell us if it's a girl or a boy he wants to be there." Trish said. "I don't know what to think."
"Wow, that's totally opposite of how he was before. That is kind of odd. Unless he realized that he's not scoring any points by not being there." Brock replied.
"Yeah. But Melissa and Randy are really hitting it off, they had a great time during homecoming and now she calls him when she gets home from school and he calls her at night before she goes to bed. It's really cute." Trish said with a smile. She looked down at her watch, "Dinner's done, let's head back to the dining room."
They ate dinner and had dessert. They each grabbed a drink and headed out to the dining room. "So tell me beautiful," Brock said to Trish, "What is there to do in Toronto? You know all of the hot spots, where should we go?"
"Well, there's a great new club that opened up downtown, but I can't dance the way that I like, so…if you want to shoot some pool and play some darts I know a bar downtown that is perfect!"
"Sounds great to me." Brock said with a smile.
Trish slipped on her high heel boots and her black leather jacket. Brock was checking her out as she got ready. He whistled at her, "You know, you make a white t-shirt, blue jeans and a leather jacket look like a million bucks."
Trish playfully slugged him in the shoulder, "Well you should know that you wear a pair of athletic pants like they are nobody's business."
They both laughed and headed out to the bar.
They got there and ordered some drinks and waited for a dart board to open. They had great conversations along with playing many games of darts and pool. Trish and Brock were both feeling the effects of a night out. Trish looked at Brock, "Do you feel comfortable driving?"
"Yeah, I'm a farm boy remember?? We used to drive tractors while being 3 sheats to the wind." Brock said to Trish which caused her to erupt in laughter. The two were like a pair of teenagers in the midst of puppy love. They were holding hands and playfully patting each other on the butt.
They hopped in the car and Brock proceeded to drive. Suddenly Trish looked over at him, "Do you know how to get to my house?"
"No, but I figured we'd get there sooner or later." Brock said with a laugh. Trish looked at him with a dumbfounded look on her face. They both burst out laughing.
"Ok, pull over." Trish said to him.
Once he pulled over, she leaned over and was half in his lap. "What are you doing?" Brock asked her.
"Trying to get a driver's side point of view of where we are." Trish said. Then she realized how stupid that sounded and she leaned into his chest laughing.
"That's it, I'm taking you drinking more often, you're a riot." Brock said rubbing her back.
They finally got back to Trish's house. "Let's go up to my room and watch a movie." Trish said to Brock.
"Alright." They headed upstairs. Trish changed into a large t-shirt and Brock pulled on a pair of loose work-out shorts. Trish closed the shades and lit some candles. They hopped into Trish's bed and flipped channels until they found a good movie.
Trish laid on Brock's chest. They had been talking about their break-ups with their significant others. Trish looked at Brock, "Brock, do you really think that I'm pretty? Or are you just saying that to make me smile?"
"Of course I think you're pretty. I wouldn't just say it." He said to her rubbing her back.
"Can I ask you a question?" Trish asked slowly. Her buzz was starting to wear off and because of their conversation regarding their break-ups it had made her think. "Do you really think that some guy out there would want to be with me, even though I have no chance of ever bearing them a child on my own?"
Brock held her close and lifted her head so he could look into her eyes. "Of course I do. And whatever guy gets to be that guy is one of the luckiest guys in the world."
"You mean that?" Trish asked.
"Yes I do."
"You know, I have to tell you this again, Nicole doesn't know what she lost. You are truly Mr. Wonderful." Trish said to him.
"Thank you." Brock said smiling.
"Ok, I know that curiosity killed the cat, but I have to ask you something else." Trish said to him. "And it may be the buzz, but I have a great game we could play while we watch the movie."
Brock smiled and sat up a bit more, "I'm game what's that?"
"Truth or dare." Trish said with a cute smile.
"You're on. Truth or dare?" Brock asked.
"Hmmm…I'll say truth." Trish said.
"Truth…Ok, have you ever thought about being with someone else than the person you were in bed with?"
"Yeah, I have." Trish admitted. "Truth or dare?"
"I have to go with dare." Brock said confidently.
"Ok, are there any limits?" Trish asked.
"Nah, what fun is truth or dare if there are limits?"
"Alright, I can handle that. I dare you to…kiss me like I was your girlfriend." Trish said to him.
Brock was a little taken aback. That was not what he expected. But it was also something that he wasn't going to argue. He leaned into her and slowly their lips touched. He slowly opened them and slid his tongue across her bottom lip and then their tongues intertwined.
Trish couldn't believe that she had had the courage to say what she did, but she was glad that she did. She felt herself grow warm and tingly all over. He was making her feel things that she hadn't felt in a long time.
Brock pulled away from her and looked her in the eyes with a cocky smile, "truth or dare?"
"Dare." Trish said breathlessly.
"Don't stop." Brock said in a whisper.
Trish nodded her head and soon the two were all over each other. Brock slid his hands up her night shirt and began to fondle her breasts while he nibbled on her neck.
Trish let her hands wander down to his shorts and slowly ran her hand across his package. She could feel that he was hard and couldn't get over how big he felt. She climbed into his lap facing him and they went back to making out.
Soon Brock was pulling Trish's shirt over her head. All that she had left on was her thong. She began to grind her hips on his ever-growing bulge. Brock let out a low groan and began to kiss her neck and suckle on her nipples.
Trish laid Brock back and crawled down and slid off his shorts. She began to go down on him. Brock pulled her up and moved her into the "69"position. Finally Brock couldn't contain himself and he laid her down on her back and entered her.
Trish gasped. He was so big and he definitely knew how to hit the right spots. She threw her head back, "damn Brock, don't stop." She said breathlessly.
He continued to thrust with her in a steady rhythm. Finally he couldn't contain himself anymore. He thrust with more force and more speed.
Trish ran her hands down his chest and held on to his hips and pulled her into him and kept up his rhythm.
He gauged his force on what she liked, while still being cautious not to hurt her. The two came together and laid down to rest. Brock rolled onto his back and Trish curled up and laid her head on his chest. She was a little sore, but nothing she couldn't handle. Brock leaned over and gave her a passionate french kiss and closed his eyes.
Trish closed her eyes and smiled a little. She fell fast asleep.
**Alright, again I want to apologize for the writer's block, we've been swamped at work, so I haven't been able to let myself fall into the story, but after writing this chapter I feel much better! LOL!! New chapter coming soon. What will the morning after be like?? Will anyone reappear in their lives?? Please continue to read and review!**