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Trish took a deep breath, she had no clue who was going to be inside. The vehicle in her driveway had tinted windows so she couldn't see inside. She had butterflies in her stomach, this could either be a great night, or it could be disastrous. She opened the passenger door and looked in.
There in the driver's seat sat Brock with a big smile on his face. He was wearing black jeans, a tan shirt with a black sport coat and his favorite black Stetson hat. (the cowboy hat he wore at the WMX9 conference) "Were you expecting someone else?"
"What are you doing here?" Trish exclaimed. She climbed in the car and gave him a big hug. "I haven't heard from you in awhile, what's going on?"
"Well, I decided that I wanted to surprise you since I've been missing in action for awhile, so I called your house and set up the date. I knew that I couldn't say Brock and surprise you, so the first name that popped in my head was Scott and I hoped that you knew a Scott."
Trish was laughing, "Well, you didn't talk to me, you talked to Melissa. So she tells me that she set up a date for me with Scott, and I panicked because I wasn't sure who Scott was, and I had all sorts of bad scenarios running through my head, so Dave was going to follow us to make sure that it was someone I trusted."
Brock looked at her confused, "You made Dave come up here from Texas?"
"Hon, you've been busy for too long. I'll explain over dinner." Trish said. She reached over and squeezed his hand, "I've missed you."
"I've missed you too." Brock said squeezing her hand back. "How have you been?"
"Let's not ask how I've been, how about I tell you something good." Trish said facing him, but still holding his hand.
"Ok, what's something good that's been going on?"
"I'm having a boy." Trish said with a big smile.
"You are? That's great, congratulations! Is Melissa still up for the adoption?" Brock exclaimed.
"Thanks, I'm really excited. Yeah she's still up for it, and she loved her birthday present from you, she cried when she seen him. Randy asked her out and so now they're official, and he's standing behind whatever decision she makes about the baby 100%. He told her that he would be there for her if she decided to keep the baby, but she's pretty certain about this." Trish explained.
"Wow, I've missed so much." Brock said. They talked about the WWE and how business was on the way to the restaurant. When they arrived, Trish called and left Dave a message saying she was safe and that she didn't need him to rescue her. Brock laughed, "No one said you were safe, you just know who I am."
"You don't scare me mister." Trish said sticking her tongue out.
They laughed and went into the restaurant and were seated. They looked over the menu, and decided what they would have. Brock could tell that Trish wasn't feeling all that well just by her demeanor. "So tell me, how have you been doing, honestly."
She looked down slightly, "I've been ok. I have good days, and I have bad days. The bad days are awful, but I don't talk about it to anyone. Not Melissa, not Dave, not even my mom."
Brock couldn't help but interrupt, "Why don't you talk to them about it? You need to have someone to talk to about it, it'll help you to keep your sanity. Don't you ever have days where you just sit and cry because you're feeling so ill or because your just feeling depressed?"
Trish couldn't look at him, he knew her so well. She slowly nodded her head, "Yeah I do. But I don't talk to anybody about it because no one knows how to respond. It's harder to talk to them because they don't get it. I love my mom to death, but she just keeps telling me about this that and the other thing. Melissa doesn't need to deal with anymore of my problems than she already does, and Dave gets really funny when I talk about it. I'm pretty much on my own. I guess I just have a hard time accepting it, and I don't want to go to the support groups that the doctor recommends because the last time I went, it wasn't helpful for me.
Brock reached across the table and held her hand, "I'm really sorry that I've been out of touch for so long. I'm sorry that you've had to deal with this alone, you shouldn't have to. I'm so sorry. You can talk to me anytime. I'll always be there to listen."
Trish had tears flowing down her cheeks, she was trying so hard to stop them, but it wasn't working. Brock had touched something within her that no one had tried to nor cared to tap into. Brock looked at her and could tell that she needed to get out of there and be open about her feelings. "Let's get out of here, and we'll grab dinner somewhere else." He offered.
Trish nodded her head. He put his arm protectively around her and walked her out to the car. They pulled into an empty parking lot and since the front seat was a bench seat, he pulled her close to him so she could lean against him. "Talk to me Trish."
Trish couldn't hold her tears back anymore. It had been 2 and a half months since the surgery and everyone around her avoided the topic like the plague. She looked at him, "No one wants to hear about it. My own mother doesn't like to hear the word "hysterectomy." It's been really hard to watch Melissa grow with her pregnancy because I know that I'll never have the chance to feel the baby's first kick. I'll never be able to experience the baby having hiccups. I feel like I'm such a horrible sister because when I watch her get excited when the baby moves, I just want to cry. She's carrying the child that I'm adopting, so I should be happy, and I am happy, but I'm so jealous. I never thought that I would be jealous about something, but I am and I feel awful."
Brock held her and rubbed her back, "You're not a horrible person Trish, it's common to feel that way. You just went through something that was very sudden and traumatic. It's normal to feel a little resentment about that, but it's not ruining your relationship with her is it?"
Trish shook her head, "No, it's not like that. I'm still happy for her, and I still get to be involved, and she tries to include me in everything, and I'm grateful for that, but I guess I just wish that it was something that I could do too."
"That's totally understandable. You're allowed to feel that way. You shouldn't feel bad about yourself because of that. You are still a great sister, you're not letting your feelings get in the way of your sisterly relationship." Brock reasoned with her.
"Yeah, you have a point." Trish sniffled.
"So, what's been going on with you and Dave?" Brock asked curiously.
"Well, since you've been gone, Dave moved to Toronto. He has his own place, and finished up his rehab up here. He was just medically cleared to return to the ring. But he's going to be working out some ring rust at OVW. He'll get his call tomorrow to let him know when he flys out. We've been talking and we've established a good solid friendship. He's been through counseling and anger management, and he really seems like he's back to the Dave he was when I first started dating him." Trish explained. "And lately, we've really been hitting it off again. So I talked to Melissa to see if she would have a problem if Dave and I ever got back together, and she said no, that as long as I felt that I could trust him and he made me happy then she was fine. But my parents on the other hand, is a whole 'nother story. They don't like the idea of Dave being around at all. Dave came with to Melissa's birthday party and they were not happy." Trish explained.
"Wow. I have missed a lot haven't I?" Brock said with a mysterious tone to his voice. "So, do you think that you and Dave will get back together?"
"I would love to get back together with him, but part of me is still a little hesitant. Part of me says yes, I'm going to ask him out and surprise him and all will be well, we'll raise the baby and go on with our lives. But then I think about it, and I'm still a little concerned. And, I guess that it is hard to not be able to be open about my feelings with him. I've had days where I can't get out of bed hardly, and I'm so sick that I can't keep water down, and then the very next day I'm fine. I've been sick today, and I haven't been feeling well, but I hide it so that way no ones' lives are inconvenienced by me." Trish said to Brock. "But, maybe it's better if I keep things to myself. Look what I did tonight."
Brock was confused, "What did you do tonight?"
"I ruined dinner. You take me to a beautiful restaurant, and I wind up crying and we didn't even get to eat dinner." Trish said getting tears in her eyes, "And I've missed you, and I ruined our time by crying my eyes out like a fool."
Brock turned her face towards his gently and looked into her eyes, "You have not ruined our time by crying, I'm glad that I could be here for you. Trish, I want you to listen to me. And I want you to listen carefully. I care about you, deeply. No matter where we are in our lives, I will always be there for you. You mean a lot to me and whatever man is lucky enough to capture your heart, will be the luckiest man alive and I mean that."
Trish looked back into his eyes, and realized that she still had feelings for him. And by having him be this close, lips not even inches apart from hers, close enough to where she could feel him breathe was making her go weak. Ever since the night they slept together, it really made her realize how much she felt for him, and her heart couldn't help but yearn for him a bit. She brushed it off and acted like it wasn't a big deal that he went back to Nicole, because she knew that it was for the good of his family, but deep down she had wished that he had chosen her. She started tearing up again and she closed her eyes.
The next thing she knew, she felt his lips pressing against hers. She couldn't believe it, but she didn't stop him either. She kissed him back. It was a deep, passionate kiss, but not in the way that would lead to sex, but in the way that truly meant something. They both pulled away from each other with a slight blush about them.
"I'm starting to feel better, would you still want to go out to dinner?" Trish asked cautiously.
"I would love to still go out to dinner." Brock said with a smile. They began to head back into town and held hands the whole way there.
They found a nice restaurant and were seated. They had ordered what they wanted, and began to talk about all that had been going on since the last time they visited. They spent their time holding hands, playing footsie, and eating their dinner. By the time they had finished their dinner, Trish was feeling a lot better, and she wasn't so pale anymore. Brock looked at her, "You look like you're feeling a lot better."
"I am, thanks." Trish said with a smile.
"Would you be up for a dance?" Brock asked her.
"I would love to have this dance." Trish responded holding out her hand.
Brock escorted Trish out to the dancefloor and the two began to slow dance. After three dances, Trish looked at him, "What do you say we go to a club, have a few drinks and really dance."
Brock smiled, "If you're up for it, I'm game."
The two walked off the floor, Brock paid for dinner and the two headed to Trish's favorite club.
When they got there, they went to the bar. Brock ordered them some drinks and a shot each. They started off with the drinks, and took their shots. Trish grabbed Brock's hand, "lets dance."
Trish loved to dance, and Brock knew how much she liked to dance. The club they were at played pop, hip-hop, rap and r&b so Brock didn't know too much, but he was able to keep at least keep the rhythm with her. They would go off and instead of getting whole drinks, they just bought dollar shots and kept on dancing. Soon Trish was tired and feeling the effects of the shots, just as they were going to leave, "Magic Stick" by Little Kim and 50 Cent came on. Trish bumped and grinded with Brock, and he was getting more than a little turned on by her. She was singing along with Lil' Kim's part, and it was turning him on watching her talk dirty.
Trish could feel that he was getting aroused, and she was kind of aroused herself. They were close to the outside wall of the dance floor. Trish danced with him until he was braced against the wall. She stopped arguing with herself and leaned real close to him, "Wanna go back to my place?"
"Let's go." Brock replied.
The two left quickly and headed back to Trish's house. When they got there, the living room light was on, "Melissa's up." Trish uttered, "Do you want to watch movies up in my room?" Trish asked him.
"Sounds good." Brock replied. They started to walk up to the front door, but Trish tripped over the first step. They both started cracking up. They walked in the house laughing hysterically.
Randy and Melissa were sitting on the couch facing the tv, so they couldn't see who Trish was with. "Kids, it's past curfew." Randy said nudging Melissa. Those two giggled at Randy's joke.
"Why don't you come tell me that it's past my curfew." Brock said back to him with a laugh.
Melissa looked at Randy confused. They turned around and there was Trish.with Brock. "Hey Brock! Thanks for the wonderful birthday present, I sent you a thank you card, but it's on it's way to your house." Melissa said to him trying to hide her confusion.
"Not a problem, I'm glad that he was able to get out here in time for all of the excitement. Trish told me that it's a boy." Brock replied.
"We're going to go watch late night movies." Trish said to Melissa.
"You'll have a variety, there is nothing on tv tonight." Randy commented.
Trish and Brock headed up to her bedroom.
Melissa looked at Randy, "Whoa, I am so confused."
"Why?" Randy asked.
"Because earlier tonight, Trish talked to me about how her and Dave have been getting along great lately, and now she just came home with Brock. He gave up his chance of being with her to get back together with his ex- girlfriend, where does he come into play?" Melissa explained.
"Maybe they're still friends, and they're going to go and hang out." Randy suggested.
"Or maybe they're drunk and they're going to wind up in bed together." Melissa one-upped him. "I just wonder where him and Nicole are at right now."
Randy laughed and held her close. "How about we let her deal with her own stuff for tonight."
Melissa laughed and leaned on him, "You have a great idea."
**What do you think will happen up in Trish's bedroom? Will they wind up doing something? Or will it be innocent? And where exactly does Brock and Nicole stand? And, what will the morning bring? Also, when I said that the ending was coming fast, I didn't mean in 2 chapters, I just mean that we're heading towards the end, and it's approaching quickly. I promise I won't rush the ending!! Please continue to read and review, and if you have ideas, don't be afraid to share!!** Thanks!
Trish took a deep breath, she had no clue who was going to be inside. The vehicle in her driveway had tinted windows so she couldn't see inside. She had butterflies in her stomach, this could either be a great night, or it could be disastrous. She opened the passenger door and looked in.
There in the driver's seat sat Brock with a big smile on his face. He was wearing black jeans, a tan shirt with a black sport coat and his favorite black Stetson hat. (the cowboy hat he wore at the WMX9 conference) "Were you expecting someone else?"
"What are you doing here?" Trish exclaimed. She climbed in the car and gave him a big hug. "I haven't heard from you in awhile, what's going on?"
"Well, I decided that I wanted to surprise you since I've been missing in action for awhile, so I called your house and set up the date. I knew that I couldn't say Brock and surprise you, so the first name that popped in my head was Scott and I hoped that you knew a Scott."
Trish was laughing, "Well, you didn't talk to me, you talked to Melissa. So she tells me that she set up a date for me with Scott, and I panicked because I wasn't sure who Scott was, and I had all sorts of bad scenarios running through my head, so Dave was going to follow us to make sure that it was someone I trusted."
Brock looked at her confused, "You made Dave come up here from Texas?"
"Hon, you've been busy for too long. I'll explain over dinner." Trish said. She reached over and squeezed his hand, "I've missed you."
"I've missed you too." Brock said squeezing her hand back. "How have you been?"
"Let's not ask how I've been, how about I tell you something good." Trish said facing him, but still holding his hand.
"Ok, what's something good that's been going on?"
"I'm having a boy." Trish said with a big smile.
"You are? That's great, congratulations! Is Melissa still up for the adoption?" Brock exclaimed.
"Thanks, I'm really excited. Yeah she's still up for it, and she loved her birthday present from you, she cried when she seen him. Randy asked her out and so now they're official, and he's standing behind whatever decision she makes about the baby 100%. He told her that he would be there for her if she decided to keep the baby, but she's pretty certain about this." Trish explained.
"Wow, I've missed so much." Brock said. They talked about the WWE and how business was on the way to the restaurant. When they arrived, Trish called and left Dave a message saying she was safe and that she didn't need him to rescue her. Brock laughed, "No one said you were safe, you just know who I am."
"You don't scare me mister." Trish said sticking her tongue out.
They laughed and went into the restaurant and were seated. They looked over the menu, and decided what they would have. Brock could tell that Trish wasn't feeling all that well just by her demeanor. "So tell me, how have you been doing, honestly."
She looked down slightly, "I've been ok. I have good days, and I have bad days. The bad days are awful, but I don't talk about it to anyone. Not Melissa, not Dave, not even my mom."
Brock couldn't help but interrupt, "Why don't you talk to them about it? You need to have someone to talk to about it, it'll help you to keep your sanity. Don't you ever have days where you just sit and cry because you're feeling so ill or because your just feeling depressed?"
Trish couldn't look at him, he knew her so well. She slowly nodded her head, "Yeah I do. But I don't talk to anybody about it because no one knows how to respond. It's harder to talk to them because they don't get it. I love my mom to death, but she just keeps telling me about this that and the other thing. Melissa doesn't need to deal with anymore of my problems than she already does, and Dave gets really funny when I talk about it. I'm pretty much on my own. I guess I just have a hard time accepting it, and I don't want to go to the support groups that the doctor recommends because the last time I went, it wasn't helpful for me.
Brock reached across the table and held her hand, "I'm really sorry that I've been out of touch for so long. I'm sorry that you've had to deal with this alone, you shouldn't have to. I'm so sorry. You can talk to me anytime. I'll always be there to listen."
Trish had tears flowing down her cheeks, she was trying so hard to stop them, but it wasn't working. Brock had touched something within her that no one had tried to nor cared to tap into. Brock looked at her and could tell that she needed to get out of there and be open about her feelings. "Let's get out of here, and we'll grab dinner somewhere else." He offered.
Trish nodded her head. He put his arm protectively around her and walked her out to the car. They pulled into an empty parking lot and since the front seat was a bench seat, he pulled her close to him so she could lean against him. "Talk to me Trish."
Trish couldn't hold her tears back anymore. It had been 2 and a half months since the surgery and everyone around her avoided the topic like the plague. She looked at him, "No one wants to hear about it. My own mother doesn't like to hear the word "hysterectomy." It's been really hard to watch Melissa grow with her pregnancy because I know that I'll never have the chance to feel the baby's first kick. I'll never be able to experience the baby having hiccups. I feel like I'm such a horrible sister because when I watch her get excited when the baby moves, I just want to cry. She's carrying the child that I'm adopting, so I should be happy, and I am happy, but I'm so jealous. I never thought that I would be jealous about something, but I am and I feel awful."
Brock held her and rubbed her back, "You're not a horrible person Trish, it's common to feel that way. You just went through something that was very sudden and traumatic. It's normal to feel a little resentment about that, but it's not ruining your relationship with her is it?"
Trish shook her head, "No, it's not like that. I'm still happy for her, and I still get to be involved, and she tries to include me in everything, and I'm grateful for that, but I guess I just wish that it was something that I could do too."
"That's totally understandable. You're allowed to feel that way. You shouldn't feel bad about yourself because of that. You are still a great sister, you're not letting your feelings get in the way of your sisterly relationship." Brock reasoned with her.
"Yeah, you have a point." Trish sniffled.
"So, what's been going on with you and Dave?" Brock asked curiously.
"Well, since you've been gone, Dave moved to Toronto. He has his own place, and finished up his rehab up here. He was just medically cleared to return to the ring. But he's going to be working out some ring rust at OVW. He'll get his call tomorrow to let him know when he flys out. We've been talking and we've established a good solid friendship. He's been through counseling and anger management, and he really seems like he's back to the Dave he was when I first started dating him." Trish explained. "And lately, we've really been hitting it off again. So I talked to Melissa to see if she would have a problem if Dave and I ever got back together, and she said no, that as long as I felt that I could trust him and he made me happy then she was fine. But my parents on the other hand, is a whole 'nother story. They don't like the idea of Dave being around at all. Dave came with to Melissa's birthday party and they were not happy." Trish explained.
"Wow. I have missed a lot haven't I?" Brock said with a mysterious tone to his voice. "So, do you think that you and Dave will get back together?"
"I would love to get back together with him, but part of me is still a little hesitant. Part of me says yes, I'm going to ask him out and surprise him and all will be well, we'll raise the baby and go on with our lives. But then I think about it, and I'm still a little concerned. And, I guess that it is hard to not be able to be open about my feelings with him. I've had days where I can't get out of bed hardly, and I'm so sick that I can't keep water down, and then the very next day I'm fine. I've been sick today, and I haven't been feeling well, but I hide it so that way no ones' lives are inconvenienced by me." Trish said to Brock. "But, maybe it's better if I keep things to myself. Look what I did tonight."
Brock was confused, "What did you do tonight?"
"I ruined dinner. You take me to a beautiful restaurant, and I wind up crying and we didn't even get to eat dinner." Trish said getting tears in her eyes, "And I've missed you, and I ruined our time by crying my eyes out like a fool."
Brock turned her face towards his gently and looked into her eyes, "You have not ruined our time by crying, I'm glad that I could be here for you. Trish, I want you to listen to me. And I want you to listen carefully. I care about you, deeply. No matter where we are in our lives, I will always be there for you. You mean a lot to me and whatever man is lucky enough to capture your heart, will be the luckiest man alive and I mean that."
Trish looked back into his eyes, and realized that she still had feelings for him. And by having him be this close, lips not even inches apart from hers, close enough to where she could feel him breathe was making her go weak. Ever since the night they slept together, it really made her realize how much she felt for him, and her heart couldn't help but yearn for him a bit. She brushed it off and acted like it wasn't a big deal that he went back to Nicole, because she knew that it was for the good of his family, but deep down she had wished that he had chosen her. She started tearing up again and she closed her eyes.
The next thing she knew, she felt his lips pressing against hers. She couldn't believe it, but she didn't stop him either. She kissed him back. It was a deep, passionate kiss, but not in the way that would lead to sex, but in the way that truly meant something. They both pulled away from each other with a slight blush about them.
"I'm starting to feel better, would you still want to go out to dinner?" Trish asked cautiously.
"I would love to still go out to dinner." Brock said with a smile. They began to head back into town and held hands the whole way there.
They found a nice restaurant and were seated. They had ordered what they wanted, and began to talk about all that had been going on since the last time they visited. They spent their time holding hands, playing footsie, and eating their dinner. By the time they had finished their dinner, Trish was feeling a lot better, and she wasn't so pale anymore. Brock looked at her, "You look like you're feeling a lot better."
"I am, thanks." Trish said with a smile.
"Would you be up for a dance?" Brock asked her.
"I would love to have this dance." Trish responded holding out her hand.
Brock escorted Trish out to the dancefloor and the two began to slow dance. After three dances, Trish looked at him, "What do you say we go to a club, have a few drinks and really dance."
Brock smiled, "If you're up for it, I'm game."
The two walked off the floor, Brock paid for dinner and the two headed to Trish's favorite club.
When they got there, they went to the bar. Brock ordered them some drinks and a shot each. They started off with the drinks, and took their shots. Trish grabbed Brock's hand, "lets dance."
Trish loved to dance, and Brock knew how much she liked to dance. The club they were at played pop, hip-hop, rap and r&b so Brock didn't know too much, but he was able to keep at least keep the rhythm with her. They would go off and instead of getting whole drinks, they just bought dollar shots and kept on dancing. Soon Trish was tired and feeling the effects of the shots, just as they were going to leave, "Magic Stick" by Little Kim and 50 Cent came on. Trish bumped and grinded with Brock, and he was getting more than a little turned on by her. She was singing along with Lil' Kim's part, and it was turning him on watching her talk dirty.
Trish could feel that he was getting aroused, and she was kind of aroused herself. They were close to the outside wall of the dance floor. Trish danced with him until he was braced against the wall. She stopped arguing with herself and leaned real close to him, "Wanna go back to my place?"
"Let's go." Brock replied.
The two left quickly and headed back to Trish's house. When they got there, the living room light was on, "Melissa's up." Trish uttered, "Do you want to watch movies up in my room?" Trish asked him.
"Sounds good." Brock replied. They started to walk up to the front door, but Trish tripped over the first step. They both started cracking up. They walked in the house laughing hysterically.
Randy and Melissa were sitting on the couch facing the tv, so they couldn't see who Trish was with. "Kids, it's past curfew." Randy said nudging Melissa. Those two giggled at Randy's joke.
"Why don't you come tell me that it's past my curfew." Brock said back to him with a laugh.
Melissa looked at Randy confused. They turned around and there was Trish.with Brock. "Hey Brock! Thanks for the wonderful birthday present, I sent you a thank you card, but it's on it's way to your house." Melissa said to him trying to hide her confusion.
"Not a problem, I'm glad that he was able to get out here in time for all of the excitement. Trish told me that it's a boy." Brock replied.
"We're going to go watch late night movies." Trish said to Melissa.
"You'll have a variety, there is nothing on tv tonight." Randy commented.
Trish and Brock headed up to her bedroom.
Melissa looked at Randy, "Whoa, I am so confused."
"Why?" Randy asked.
"Because earlier tonight, Trish talked to me about how her and Dave have been getting along great lately, and now she just came home with Brock. He gave up his chance of being with her to get back together with his ex- girlfriend, where does he come into play?" Melissa explained.
"Maybe they're still friends, and they're going to go and hang out." Randy suggested.
"Or maybe they're drunk and they're going to wind up in bed together." Melissa one-upped him. "I just wonder where him and Nicole are at right now."
Randy laughed and held her close. "How about we let her deal with her own stuff for tonight."
Melissa laughed and leaned on him, "You have a great idea."
**What do you think will happen up in Trish's bedroom? Will they wind up doing something? Or will it be innocent? And where exactly does Brock and Nicole stand? And, what will the morning bring? Also, when I said that the ending was coming fast, I didn't mean in 2 chapters, I just mean that we're heading towards the end, and it's approaching quickly. I promise I won't rush the ending!! Please continue to read and review, and if you have ideas, don't be afraid to share!!** Thanks!