"The first thing we need to do," Shawn said as he drove his car
towards the local mall, "Is get you some clothes."
Cassandra nodded, "I can't wait to get out of these ones."
When they reached the mall the couple got out of the car and Shawn reached out to take her hand as they entered the building. "Where do you want to go first?" Shawn asked gesturing towards the many shops that filled the building.
Cassandra shrugged, "Let's try that one there," she said pointed at a small boutique directly across from them.
"Whatever you want, sweetheart," Shawn said allowing her to pull him towards the shop.
Cassandra browsed eagerly through the store, "I don't know which ones I want," she complained, "I don't know how to decide."
Shawn laughed, "Well, why don't you go try it on and I'll help you decide. We'll separate the ones that you like most from the others."
"You want a fashion show?" Cassandra teased a twinkle in her eyes.
Shawn grinned roguishly, "Hey, I am just a man after all. Can't blame me for that"
Cassandra raised an eyebrow but took the large selection of clothes over to the fitting rooms. One of the clerks would bring in each outfit, which Cassandra would then model for Shawn. After that it would be placed in one of two different piles. The ones that were definitely a possibility and the ones they had decided against.
When Cassandra was finished she came out and gaped a moment at the large number of clothes that were in the possibility pile. "I can't buy that many clothes," she sighed, "I have to be careful until I see how much money I'll get."
Shawn smiled and turned toward the clerk, "Can you please ring these up and package them for this lovely lady?"
"Yessir," the elderly woman said with a smile gathering up the clothes and heading towards the counter.
Cassandra watched a moment in surprised silence, "Shawn!" she sputtered, "What are you doing? I just said that . . ."
Shawn placed his finger over her lips, "Ssshh. Maybe you can't but I can." Cassie opened her mouth to object but Shawn hushed her again, "You saved me from Jamal and Rosie, remember? Consider this day a show of my appreciation for that."
"You don't have to do this," Cassandra told him, "Really, I don't need this much."
"Nonsense," Shawn chided, "The daughter of Vince McMahon and the prettiest diva on RAW has to look her best." After a moment Shawn sobered a bit, "I want to do this, Cass. Let me."
Cassandra hesitated then nodded with a small smile. Normally she hated anything that resembled charity but he was so sweet about it that she saw no harm in accepting, "Okay, Shawn," she acquiesced.
"Good," Shawn said with a smile putting his arm around her slender waist. After he had paid Shawn smiled disarmingly at the clerk, "Is there any way we can leave our purchase here. We still have some more shopping to do."
"Oh of course, sir," she agreed eagerly. "Anything I can do for you and the young lady."
"Thank you, ma'am." Shawn said as he steered a staring Cassandra out of the shop.
When they were out the door Cassie looked up at Shawn, "More shopping?" she asked in astonishment.
Shawn looked down at her, "You agreed," he reminded her, "Let me spoil you this once."
Again Cassandra found she could do nothing but agree and let him guide her towards another store. Several hours later with the help of a few of the mall's employees Shawn and Cassandra carried their purchases to Shawn's car and somehow managed to fit them all either in the trunk or the back seat. Cassandra smiled when Shawn opened her door for her. Despite the rough and tough exterior Shawn really could be quite sweet.
As he pulled out of the parking lot Shawn looked over at Cassandra and frowned to see how tired she looked. "Are you okay, Princess?" he asked reaching over to squeeze her hand.
The brunette turned green eyes towards Shawn and squeezing his hand back as she smiled slightly, "I'm fine. A little tired though."
Shawn nodded, "How is your head?" he asked as he drove them back towards the hotel.
"It hurts a little," she admitted reluctantly, "Not much though. I hardly notice it."
"Well," Shawn said, "When we get back to the hotel you can take a little nap before we eat dinner. And tomorrow we've got to head towards our next stop."
"Where are we going?" Cassandra asked, "I still need to call Shane."
"Next stop is Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania," Shawn replied, "That crowd is always wired."
"What time are we leaving?" Cassandra queried.
"Probably around 8 am," Shawn answered, "I don't make another appearance until RAW," Shawn paused, "So I thought we'd go early and then have a few days to ourselves."
"That sounds nice," Cassie agreed sincerely. The two fell into a comfortable silence. Cassandra looked out the window lost in thought. After a while she spoke, "I know my father loves me," she said, "But he won't let anyone else do the same. I just wish it didn't have to be this way."
Shawn sighed and again reached out to take her hand. There was nothing he could say to make it hurt less. He could only be there for her when she needed him. Cassandra squeezed his hand back gratefully and the spent the rest of the trip in silence.
Cassandra nodded, "I can't wait to get out of these ones."
When they reached the mall the couple got out of the car and Shawn reached out to take her hand as they entered the building. "Where do you want to go first?" Shawn asked gesturing towards the many shops that filled the building.
Cassandra shrugged, "Let's try that one there," she said pointed at a small boutique directly across from them.
"Whatever you want, sweetheart," Shawn said allowing her to pull him towards the shop.
Cassandra browsed eagerly through the store, "I don't know which ones I want," she complained, "I don't know how to decide."
Shawn laughed, "Well, why don't you go try it on and I'll help you decide. We'll separate the ones that you like most from the others."
"You want a fashion show?" Cassandra teased a twinkle in her eyes.
Shawn grinned roguishly, "Hey, I am just a man after all. Can't blame me for that"
Cassandra raised an eyebrow but took the large selection of clothes over to the fitting rooms. One of the clerks would bring in each outfit, which Cassandra would then model for Shawn. After that it would be placed in one of two different piles. The ones that were definitely a possibility and the ones they had decided against.
When Cassandra was finished she came out and gaped a moment at the large number of clothes that were in the possibility pile. "I can't buy that many clothes," she sighed, "I have to be careful until I see how much money I'll get."
Shawn smiled and turned toward the clerk, "Can you please ring these up and package them for this lovely lady?"
"Yessir," the elderly woman said with a smile gathering up the clothes and heading towards the counter.
Cassandra watched a moment in surprised silence, "Shawn!" she sputtered, "What are you doing? I just said that . . ."
Shawn placed his finger over her lips, "Ssshh. Maybe you can't but I can." Cassie opened her mouth to object but Shawn hushed her again, "You saved me from Jamal and Rosie, remember? Consider this day a show of my appreciation for that."
"You don't have to do this," Cassandra told him, "Really, I don't need this much."
"Nonsense," Shawn chided, "The daughter of Vince McMahon and the prettiest diva on RAW has to look her best." After a moment Shawn sobered a bit, "I want to do this, Cass. Let me."
Cassandra hesitated then nodded with a small smile. Normally she hated anything that resembled charity but he was so sweet about it that she saw no harm in accepting, "Okay, Shawn," she acquiesced.
"Good," Shawn said with a smile putting his arm around her slender waist. After he had paid Shawn smiled disarmingly at the clerk, "Is there any way we can leave our purchase here. We still have some more shopping to do."
"Oh of course, sir," she agreed eagerly. "Anything I can do for you and the young lady."
"Thank you, ma'am." Shawn said as he steered a staring Cassandra out of the shop.
When they were out the door Cassie looked up at Shawn, "More shopping?" she asked in astonishment.
Shawn looked down at her, "You agreed," he reminded her, "Let me spoil you this once."
Again Cassandra found she could do nothing but agree and let him guide her towards another store. Several hours later with the help of a few of the mall's employees Shawn and Cassandra carried their purchases to Shawn's car and somehow managed to fit them all either in the trunk or the back seat. Cassandra smiled when Shawn opened her door for her. Despite the rough and tough exterior Shawn really could be quite sweet.
As he pulled out of the parking lot Shawn looked over at Cassandra and frowned to see how tired she looked. "Are you okay, Princess?" he asked reaching over to squeeze her hand.
The brunette turned green eyes towards Shawn and squeezing his hand back as she smiled slightly, "I'm fine. A little tired though."
Shawn nodded, "How is your head?" he asked as he drove them back towards the hotel.
"It hurts a little," she admitted reluctantly, "Not much though. I hardly notice it."
"Well," Shawn said, "When we get back to the hotel you can take a little nap before we eat dinner. And tomorrow we've got to head towards our next stop."
"Where are we going?" Cassandra asked, "I still need to call Shane."
"Next stop is Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania," Shawn replied, "That crowd is always wired."
"What time are we leaving?" Cassandra queried.
"Probably around 8 am," Shawn answered, "I don't make another appearance until RAW," Shawn paused, "So I thought we'd go early and then have a few days to ourselves."
"That sounds nice," Cassie agreed sincerely. The two fell into a comfortable silence. Cassandra looked out the window lost in thought. After a while she spoke, "I know my father loves me," she said, "But he won't let anyone else do the same. I just wish it didn't have to be this way."
Shawn sighed and again reached out to take her hand. There was nothing he could say to make it hurt less. He could only be there for her when she needed him. Cassandra squeezed his hand back gratefully and the spent the rest of the trip in silence.