*Paul's POV*

The next morning I woke up early and watched Caitlin sleep. As I looked at her, I thought about her becoming a Diva. If she got put on Smackdown I would never see her. But if she got put on RAW, would I see too much of her? And how comfortable would I be with millions of guys ogling my girl? That was one of the problems I had with Steph, especially after the boob job.

I reached over and touched her cheek lightly. She sighed happily and slowly her eyes fluttered open. A smile crept onto her face as she saw me lying next to her.

"Morning babe," she whispered, rubbing away all traces of sleep from her eyes.

I listened to her giggle as I pulled her on top of me. She stretched her arms around my waist and hugged tight.

"You were smiling the whole time you were asleep," I told her. "What were you dreaming about?"

"I was...Never mind." She frowned slightly as she recalled the dream. "It doesn't matter."

"Tell me," I pressed. I had to know what made her so happy.

"We were on RAW together," she began. "And I was your valet. Everyone in the arena was going wild for the two of us. It just felt so right."

I smiled as I pictured it in my head. She was right, it did feel like it was meant to be. "Get in touch with Vince then. Tell him what you told me."

She went into the bathroom, leaving me in the bed. I rolled onto my side and closed my eyes. I knew this was going to be good, but doubt still tormented me. Things could go wrong. Fairytales don't always come true. I silently prayed that this dream wouldn't become a nightmare.

*Caitlin's POV*

The following Monday I phoned Vince and arranged a meeting to discuss whether or not it would be possible for me to become a valet. Luckily one of Vince's other meetings had been cancelled, so he told me to come in that night. I put on my most professional outfit and prepared myself to go see the man who would decide my career for the next few years.

"Miss Masterson. Take a seat." Vince pointed to the chair on the other side of the desk and gratefully I sank into it. My nerves had turned my legs to wet clay, and I don't think they would've held out much longer. "Now, have you decided to take me up on my offer?"

"Yes sir. I've done nothing but think about it since you mentioned it last week. I know in my heart that this is what I want to do with my life."

Vince began explaining that it wouldn't be all fun and games: that being on the road 200 days of the year would take it's toll. That I would have to invent and reinvent myself depending on the fans. That I could get booed every time I walked out into that area, and that it might not even work out.

"If after hearing all that," he continued. "You still want to do this, I will sign you right now."

My hand was shaking as I took the pen he held out for me. I scribbled my signature on the contract and exhaled loudly.

"Oh my god," I gasped. "I can't believe this is really happening."

Vince smiled at me, amused by my excitement. "Believe it Caitlin. I know you are going to do well in this company."

As I stood up to leave, a thought crossed my mind. "Mr McMahon, I know I've only been on the payroll for about 10 seconds but I have to ask. What about Paul?"

"I'll see what I can do," he vowed before chuckling. "Besides, how can I get in the way of young love?"

I left his office, practically glowing. I think they could've rented me out as a lighthouse or a spotlight. I decided to surprise Paul and tell him the good news. RAW was in town, so I headed for the arena, anxious to celebrate.