**Here's the extra chapter I told you guys about!**
Trish's phone rang. She opened her eyes and found that she had an excruciating headache. "That's what I get for crying myself to sleep." She grumbled. She looked at the clock, "7:30 a.m.?!?" She exclaimed. She grabbed the phone, "Hello?"
"Hey girl!" Torrie said happily.
"Do you know what time it is?" Trish asked.
"Umm.yeah it's 8:30 a.m." Torrie answered.
"Your time, it's 7:30 my time." Trish corrected her.
"Oops, sorry. What are you doing Saturday night?" Torrie asked.
"Prepping for my return on Sunday, why?" Trish asked.
"Well, you have to hear me out on this one. I have a friend that I think that you would really like, and I was wondering."
Trish cut her off, "No. No way, Torrie, I'm not going out on a blind date. Especially not the night before I return to the ring."
"Come on Trish, you would love him. Trust me on this one. I've known him for awhile now, and he knows how to treat a woman. Please, he told me about his plans, and they sound so nice!!" Torrie begged.
"Torrie, please don't do this to me. Me and blind dates equal disaster." Trish begged back.
"But Trish, I know this guy really well, and I really think this could be good." Torrie pleaded.
"Oh alright fine," Trish finally said. "But I'm not staying out all night."
"Trish you are wonderful!! I will give you a call back in a little while and let you know all of the details." Torrie said happily and hung up.
Brock walked down to Dave's room and pounded on the door. Dave opened it, "What do you want?" he said jokingly.
"Got a question for ya." Brock said letting himself in. "What are you doing tomorrow night after the show?"
"Going back to the hotel, hop in the hot tub, and prepare myself to pummel Cena the next day. Why?" Dave replied.
"Well, a good friend of mine is coming up to see the show, and I was thinking that you might like her." Brock started to explain.
"Oh no you don't. I'm never accepting another blind date from you as long as I live. I'm not running the risk of being called "Davey" all night long again. Hell no." Dave said walking away from Brock.
"Now just wait, don't jump to conclusions. That was Nikki's friend, this girl is my friend. She is a great woman. She just hasn't had the best of luck when it comes to guys, and since she'll be up here, I just figured."
Dave cut him off, "You just figured you would set me up on a blind date. Thanks but no thanks Brock. I hate blind dates. They always turn out horrible, and it's the night before the pay per view."
"Come on now, they don't always turn out horrible. Trust me on this one, she's a great woman. You'll be sorry you missed out on her if I introduce you guys at Nicole and I's wedding." Brock insisted.
"When are you and Nicole getting married?" Dave asked sarcastically.
"Well, someday.maybe.shut up and say you'll go." Brock laughed.
"Well, what do I have to lose? Alright fine, I'll go. Where and when?" Dave asked.
"I'll get the details, and I'll update you." Brock said, then he walked out and headed back to his room.
He called Torrie, "Hey, he's a go. What about you?"
"Yeah, she agreed, but just barely. Come down here so I can show you this restaurant that I'm making their reservations at."
Brock agreed and hung up. He arrived at her hotel room door and knocked.
Torrie opened the door with a big smile on her face. "Come in, I found the perfect place."
He walked over to her laptop and looked at the screen, it looked perfect. It was overlooking a gorgeous lake and the tables all had candlelight and there was live music. "Wow Tor, I think that this will be perfect." Brock said to her.
"Good, I booked their reservations at 9:30 p.m. I hope that that will work, we'll have to make sure that Dave gets in the ring, out of the ring, and ready to be at the restaurant by 9:30 p.m. sharp." Torrie replied. "I'm leaving the rest up to them."
"Sounds good." Brock said writing down the name of it. "I'll make sure he gets this and the time and knows that he has to be there on time."
"Perfect!" Torrie exclaimed.
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It was 8:30 p.m. and Trish was almost all set. She had chosen a pale blue dress. She wore her hair down and curled. She wore light make-up and slipped on some white high heel sandals. She looked really pretty. She walked downstairs to grab something to drink before she left.
Melissa came to the top of the stairs crying, "Trish, I think I'm in labor."
"What?!?" Trish exclaimed. "It's too early, you can't be in labor."
"I know it's too early, but I've had contractions all day, and they're really close now and I'm really scared." Melissa cried.
"Shit, alright come on, let's get you to the hospital." Trish said walking up the stairs.
"No, call me an ambulance, you have a date." Melissa argued.
"You and the baby are much more important then some blind date, now lean on me." Trish told Melissa. Trish got her down the stairs and loaded into the car and Trish headed towards the hospital.
Meanwhile.
Dave headed out to his match against Cena. They wrestled in the ring, and then they toppled outside of the ring. They began to beat each other up out along the security wall. Dave grabbed the metal stairs to hit Cena with, but Cena reversed and the corner of the stairs nailed Dave in the head. Dave didn't cover enough of his head, and he felt the impact. The blood poured down his head and face and Dave began to feel groggy.
John seen that Dave was hurt legitimately and got Dave back in the ring and nailed his finishing move, known as the "F-U" and got the pin, 1-2-3.
Dave was helped to the back and the trainers looked at him. "Dave that cut's too deep, you have to go and get stitches."
Dave looked at his watch, it was exactly 9:00 p.m. he knew that there was no way he would make the hospital and the restaurant by 9:30 p.m. "Shit, can't you just throw a band-aid on it?"
"No Dave, it's too deep." The trainer replied.
"Damn it, I need to change, throw a band-aid on it for now." Dave said. He stormed out of the trainers' room and headed to the locker room. He quickly washed up and threw on a burgundy short-sleeve button-down shirt with black khakis. He threw on a black leather vest over the shirt. He threw on some cologne and headed out to the car. He called and left a message at the restaurant to let the Wilson party know that he would be running late. And headed off to the hospital.
Trish arrived at the emergency room and Trish ran in and grabbed a wheelchair for Melissa. She brought her inside and went to the desk, "My sister is in premature labor, her water hasn't broke, but her contractions are close together."
The receptionist handed Trish what forms to fill out while a nurse took Melissa back. Trish sat down and started filling out the forms. She looked at her watch and seen that it was 9:10 p.m. she called the restaurant and left a message for the Wilson party that she was going to be late. She finished the forms and handed them to the receptionist. She then headed back to be by Melissa's side.
Dave walked into the emergency room and took the clipboard back to a seat and began to fill them out. It was a busy night in the e.r. He looked at his watch, 9:15 p.m. he said out loud to himself. He shook his head and continued to fill out the forms.
Trish had called her mom and dad to let them know that Melissa was in active labor. The doctors had come in and explained to Melissa that they were going to try to stop her labor since she was so early. Trish hung up and looked at Melissa, "Mom and dad are on their way."
Melissa started crying again, "Trish I'm scared."
Trish hugged her, "I know, but I'm here, it'll be ok. Do you want me to try Randy and see if he landed yet?"
Melissa nodded. Trish tried his cell phone but there was no answer. "He must still be on the plane, there was no answer."
Trish's phone rang a short time later, "Hello?"
"Trish, it's mom, we're in the ER, can you come get us and show us the way to her room?" Ashley said.
"Sure, I'll be right out." Trish said. She squeezed Melissa's hand, "Mom and dad are here, I'm going to go and get them and I'll be right back, ok?"
Melissa nodded. She was praying that everything would turn out all right.
Trish walked out to the lobby and found them standing there. "Hi mom, hi dad."
"Wow, you look nice, what are you all dressed up?" Her mom asked.
"I had a date tonight." Trish said showing them the way. She turned the corner to head towards the room when she noticed a guy who was all dressed up standing at the counter. She looked, and gasped, it was Dave!
She tapped her mom's shoulder, "Room 114, it's 3 down on the right. I'll be right there."
She took a deep breath, "damn he looks good." She thought to herself. She decided to be brave, she walked up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder.
He took a breath, he figured it was a fan. He turned around and was stunned. There standing before him was Trish! "Hi there." He said with a smile.
She smiled and blushed a little, "Hi Dave."
"You look really nice, what are you doing here?" Dave asked. He felt very shy and self-conscious.
"Thanks." Trish replied smiling even more. She felt like a school girl who was talking to her crush. "Melissa's in pre-term labor, so I had to bring her in. They're trying to stop her labor because she's too early. Why are you all dressed up to come the ER? What happened to your head?" Trish asked.
"Melissa's in pre-term labor? Has her water broke?" Dave asked.
"No, no water, just some major contractions. She's already dilated to a 3 and she wasn't dilated last week at her doctor's appointment so that's worrying the doctors." Trish responded.
"Well.um.I had a date tonight, but I got hit in the head with the stairs and need stitches, so I had to come here first." Dave replied slowly. "Why are you all dressed up? You look really nice."
"Thanks, I had a blind date that I was supposed to be on, but as I was getting ready to leave Melissa came out crying saying that she was in labor, so here we are." Trish replied. "But you look great. I love that vest on you."
"David Bautista" The nurse called.
"Well, I've gotta go. What room is your sister in?" Dave asked.
"114. But why don't you call me and I'll tell you where we're at." Trish said to him. "You still have my number right?"
Dave smiled at her, "Yeah I do."
"See ya." Trish said and she walked off.
Dave followed the nurse back, he couldn't believe that they ran into each other. He felt the spark in his heart turn into a wildfire, but what if she didn't feel it back?
Trish walked into Melissa's room with her head in the clouds. Melissa looked at her, "What are you so smiley about?"
"I ran into Dave in the waiting room." Trish said to her.
"They got the contractions to stop, but now they're observing me to make sure they don't start up again." Melissa explained. "Mom and dad are taking me home to their house, so if you want to go to your date, go ahead."
"Missy, I'm not leaving your side." Trish said reaching out and holding her hand.
"Please Trish, I'm fine now. I want you to go and have a good time. We got a hold of Randy and he'll be meeting us at mom's." Melissa insisted.
"Are you sure?" Trish asked.
"Positive." Melissa reiterated.
"Alright, then I'm off and I'll call you when I get home to check on you." Trish said to her.
"Actually, call me tomorrow. I just want to lay in Randy's arms and go to sleep.
"You got it." Trish said. She said goodbye to her parents and headed out to her car. She got in, found a good song on the radio and took off. She hoped that the guy would understand.
Dave left the emergency room and looked at his watch, "10:30 p.m." He exclaimed, "She's going to kill me. I hope that she understands." He hopped in his car and floored it to the restaurant.
Trish made a quick pit stop to fill up with gas since tomorrow morning she had to go straight to the arena.
Dave arrived at the restaurant. They gave him the message that she would be late and seated him at the table. He ordered a bottle of red wine and waited.
Trish arrived at the restaurant. They began to walk her towards her table. She looked up and saw Dave sitting at the table. She got the biggest smile across her face and couldn't help but laugh when the waiter brought her to his table, "So it happens again." She said.
He looked up with a smile. He chuckled a little, "Indeed it did."
Trish couldn't hold herself back, she walked over to him. He stood up and she wrapped her arms around him and held him tight. She felt the tears stream down her cheeks.
"You know, I have a lot of explaining to do.but there's something that I have to tell you." Dave said holding her tightly back.
"What's that?" Trish asked trying not to sound like she was crying.
Dave felt her tears on his face, he held her tighter, "I love you and I'm so sorry for hurting you."
"Dave, I love you too." Trish said.
"Let me explain everything." Dave started to say when Trish interrupted him.
"Dave, shut up and kiss me."
Dave smiled and gave her a very passionate kiss. "How about we enjoy dinner?" He said to her.
"Sounds great, I'm starving." Trish exclaimed.
And the two sat down to dinner.
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Trish's phone rang. She opened her eyes and found that she had an excruciating headache. "That's what I get for crying myself to sleep." She grumbled. She looked at the clock, "7:30 a.m.?!?" She exclaimed. She grabbed the phone, "Hello?"
"Hey girl!" Torrie said happily.
"Do you know what time it is?" Trish asked.
"Umm.yeah it's 8:30 a.m." Torrie answered.
"Your time, it's 7:30 my time." Trish corrected her.
"Oops, sorry. What are you doing Saturday night?" Torrie asked.
"Prepping for my return on Sunday, why?" Trish asked.
"Well, you have to hear me out on this one. I have a friend that I think that you would really like, and I was wondering."
Trish cut her off, "No. No way, Torrie, I'm not going out on a blind date. Especially not the night before I return to the ring."
"Come on Trish, you would love him. Trust me on this one. I've known him for awhile now, and he knows how to treat a woman. Please, he told me about his plans, and they sound so nice!!" Torrie begged.
"Torrie, please don't do this to me. Me and blind dates equal disaster." Trish begged back.
"But Trish, I know this guy really well, and I really think this could be good." Torrie pleaded.
"Oh alright fine," Trish finally said. "But I'm not staying out all night."
"Trish you are wonderful!! I will give you a call back in a little while and let you know all of the details." Torrie said happily and hung up.
Brock walked down to Dave's room and pounded on the door. Dave opened it, "What do you want?" he said jokingly.
"Got a question for ya." Brock said letting himself in. "What are you doing tomorrow night after the show?"
"Going back to the hotel, hop in the hot tub, and prepare myself to pummel Cena the next day. Why?" Dave replied.
"Well, a good friend of mine is coming up to see the show, and I was thinking that you might like her." Brock started to explain.
"Oh no you don't. I'm never accepting another blind date from you as long as I live. I'm not running the risk of being called "Davey" all night long again. Hell no." Dave said walking away from Brock.
"Now just wait, don't jump to conclusions. That was Nikki's friend, this girl is my friend. She is a great woman. She just hasn't had the best of luck when it comes to guys, and since she'll be up here, I just figured."
Dave cut him off, "You just figured you would set me up on a blind date. Thanks but no thanks Brock. I hate blind dates. They always turn out horrible, and it's the night before the pay per view."
"Come on now, they don't always turn out horrible. Trust me on this one, she's a great woman. You'll be sorry you missed out on her if I introduce you guys at Nicole and I's wedding." Brock insisted.
"When are you and Nicole getting married?" Dave asked sarcastically.
"Well, someday.maybe.shut up and say you'll go." Brock laughed.
"Well, what do I have to lose? Alright fine, I'll go. Where and when?" Dave asked.
"I'll get the details, and I'll update you." Brock said, then he walked out and headed back to his room.
He called Torrie, "Hey, he's a go. What about you?"
"Yeah, she agreed, but just barely. Come down here so I can show you this restaurant that I'm making their reservations at."
Brock agreed and hung up. He arrived at her hotel room door and knocked.
Torrie opened the door with a big smile on her face. "Come in, I found the perfect place."
He walked over to her laptop and looked at the screen, it looked perfect. It was overlooking a gorgeous lake and the tables all had candlelight and there was live music. "Wow Tor, I think that this will be perfect." Brock said to her.
"Good, I booked their reservations at 9:30 p.m. I hope that that will work, we'll have to make sure that Dave gets in the ring, out of the ring, and ready to be at the restaurant by 9:30 p.m. sharp." Torrie replied. "I'm leaving the rest up to them."
"Sounds good." Brock said writing down the name of it. "I'll make sure he gets this and the time and knows that he has to be there on time."
"Perfect!" Torrie exclaimed.
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It was 8:30 p.m. and Trish was almost all set. She had chosen a pale blue dress. She wore her hair down and curled. She wore light make-up and slipped on some white high heel sandals. She looked really pretty. She walked downstairs to grab something to drink before she left.
Melissa came to the top of the stairs crying, "Trish, I think I'm in labor."
"What?!?" Trish exclaimed. "It's too early, you can't be in labor."
"I know it's too early, but I've had contractions all day, and they're really close now and I'm really scared." Melissa cried.
"Shit, alright come on, let's get you to the hospital." Trish said walking up the stairs.
"No, call me an ambulance, you have a date." Melissa argued.
"You and the baby are much more important then some blind date, now lean on me." Trish told Melissa. Trish got her down the stairs and loaded into the car and Trish headed towards the hospital.
Meanwhile.
Dave headed out to his match against Cena. They wrestled in the ring, and then they toppled outside of the ring. They began to beat each other up out along the security wall. Dave grabbed the metal stairs to hit Cena with, but Cena reversed and the corner of the stairs nailed Dave in the head. Dave didn't cover enough of his head, and he felt the impact. The blood poured down his head and face and Dave began to feel groggy.
John seen that Dave was hurt legitimately and got Dave back in the ring and nailed his finishing move, known as the "F-U" and got the pin, 1-2-3.
Dave was helped to the back and the trainers looked at him. "Dave that cut's too deep, you have to go and get stitches."
Dave looked at his watch, it was exactly 9:00 p.m. he knew that there was no way he would make the hospital and the restaurant by 9:30 p.m. "Shit, can't you just throw a band-aid on it?"
"No Dave, it's too deep." The trainer replied.
"Damn it, I need to change, throw a band-aid on it for now." Dave said. He stormed out of the trainers' room and headed to the locker room. He quickly washed up and threw on a burgundy short-sleeve button-down shirt with black khakis. He threw on a black leather vest over the shirt. He threw on some cologne and headed out to the car. He called and left a message at the restaurant to let the Wilson party know that he would be running late. And headed off to the hospital.
Trish arrived at the emergency room and Trish ran in and grabbed a wheelchair for Melissa. She brought her inside and went to the desk, "My sister is in premature labor, her water hasn't broke, but her contractions are close together."
The receptionist handed Trish what forms to fill out while a nurse took Melissa back. Trish sat down and started filling out the forms. She looked at her watch and seen that it was 9:10 p.m. she called the restaurant and left a message for the Wilson party that she was going to be late. She finished the forms and handed them to the receptionist. She then headed back to be by Melissa's side.
Dave walked into the emergency room and took the clipboard back to a seat and began to fill them out. It was a busy night in the e.r. He looked at his watch, 9:15 p.m. he said out loud to himself. He shook his head and continued to fill out the forms.
Trish had called her mom and dad to let them know that Melissa was in active labor. The doctors had come in and explained to Melissa that they were going to try to stop her labor since she was so early. Trish hung up and looked at Melissa, "Mom and dad are on their way."
Melissa started crying again, "Trish I'm scared."
Trish hugged her, "I know, but I'm here, it'll be ok. Do you want me to try Randy and see if he landed yet?"
Melissa nodded. Trish tried his cell phone but there was no answer. "He must still be on the plane, there was no answer."
Trish's phone rang a short time later, "Hello?"
"Trish, it's mom, we're in the ER, can you come get us and show us the way to her room?" Ashley said.
"Sure, I'll be right out." Trish said. She squeezed Melissa's hand, "Mom and dad are here, I'm going to go and get them and I'll be right back, ok?"
Melissa nodded. She was praying that everything would turn out all right.
Trish walked out to the lobby and found them standing there. "Hi mom, hi dad."
"Wow, you look nice, what are you all dressed up?" Her mom asked.
"I had a date tonight." Trish said showing them the way. She turned the corner to head towards the room when she noticed a guy who was all dressed up standing at the counter. She looked, and gasped, it was Dave!
She tapped her mom's shoulder, "Room 114, it's 3 down on the right. I'll be right there."
She took a deep breath, "damn he looks good." She thought to herself. She decided to be brave, she walked up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder.
He took a breath, he figured it was a fan. He turned around and was stunned. There standing before him was Trish! "Hi there." He said with a smile.
She smiled and blushed a little, "Hi Dave."
"You look really nice, what are you doing here?" Dave asked. He felt very shy and self-conscious.
"Thanks." Trish replied smiling even more. She felt like a school girl who was talking to her crush. "Melissa's in pre-term labor, so I had to bring her in. They're trying to stop her labor because she's too early. Why are you all dressed up to come the ER? What happened to your head?" Trish asked.
"Melissa's in pre-term labor? Has her water broke?" Dave asked.
"No, no water, just some major contractions. She's already dilated to a 3 and she wasn't dilated last week at her doctor's appointment so that's worrying the doctors." Trish responded.
"Well.um.I had a date tonight, but I got hit in the head with the stairs and need stitches, so I had to come here first." Dave replied slowly. "Why are you all dressed up? You look really nice."
"Thanks, I had a blind date that I was supposed to be on, but as I was getting ready to leave Melissa came out crying saying that she was in labor, so here we are." Trish replied. "But you look great. I love that vest on you."
"David Bautista" The nurse called.
"Well, I've gotta go. What room is your sister in?" Dave asked.
"114. But why don't you call me and I'll tell you where we're at." Trish said to him. "You still have my number right?"
Dave smiled at her, "Yeah I do."
"See ya." Trish said and she walked off.
Dave followed the nurse back, he couldn't believe that they ran into each other. He felt the spark in his heart turn into a wildfire, but what if she didn't feel it back?
Trish walked into Melissa's room with her head in the clouds. Melissa looked at her, "What are you so smiley about?"
"I ran into Dave in the waiting room." Trish said to her.
"They got the contractions to stop, but now they're observing me to make sure they don't start up again." Melissa explained. "Mom and dad are taking me home to their house, so if you want to go to your date, go ahead."
"Missy, I'm not leaving your side." Trish said reaching out and holding her hand.
"Please Trish, I'm fine now. I want you to go and have a good time. We got a hold of Randy and he'll be meeting us at mom's." Melissa insisted.
"Are you sure?" Trish asked.
"Positive." Melissa reiterated.
"Alright, then I'm off and I'll call you when I get home to check on you." Trish said to her.
"Actually, call me tomorrow. I just want to lay in Randy's arms and go to sleep.
"You got it." Trish said. She said goodbye to her parents and headed out to her car. She got in, found a good song on the radio and took off. She hoped that the guy would understand.
Dave left the emergency room and looked at his watch, "10:30 p.m." He exclaimed, "She's going to kill me. I hope that she understands." He hopped in his car and floored it to the restaurant.
Trish made a quick pit stop to fill up with gas since tomorrow morning she had to go straight to the arena.
Dave arrived at the restaurant. They gave him the message that she would be late and seated him at the table. He ordered a bottle of red wine and waited.
Trish arrived at the restaurant. They began to walk her towards her table. She looked up and saw Dave sitting at the table. She got the biggest smile across her face and couldn't help but laugh when the waiter brought her to his table, "So it happens again." She said.
He looked up with a smile. He chuckled a little, "Indeed it did."
Trish couldn't hold herself back, she walked over to him. He stood up and she wrapped her arms around him and held him tight. She felt the tears stream down her cheeks.
"You know, I have a lot of explaining to do.but there's something that I have to tell you." Dave said holding her tightly back.
"What's that?" Trish asked trying not to sound like she was crying.
Dave felt her tears on his face, he held her tighter, "I love you and I'm so sorry for hurting you."
"Dave, I love you too." Trish said.
"Let me explain everything." Dave started to say when Trish interrupted him.
"Dave, shut up and kiss me."
Dave smiled and gave her a very passionate kiss. "How about we enjoy dinner?" He said to her.
"Sounds great, I'm starving." Trish exclaimed.
And the two sat down to dinner.
**Well, what did you think?? Please let me know!! Please continue to read and review. New chapter on Monday!!**