Disclaimer: Again, I don't own anyone famous or their spouses. I do
own Tiffany and Christopher Morgan.
Chapter 14
"Brock, can I talk to you for a minute?" John asked, walking into his living room. "Sure John. Mya, go find Mommy please. Daddy needs to talk to John." Brock said, watching Mya run out of the room. "What ya need John?" "Well, I'm thinking of asking Tiffany to marry me, and I wanted to get your blessing, cause I know how much you mean to her." John said, looking over at Brock. "John, you know you have my blessing, but I'll tell you, if you hurt her in any way I will personally kick your ass." Brock said, shaking his future brother in laws hand. "Have you talked to our parents yet?" Brock asked, curiously. "Not yet. I thought I'd wait till her and Brandi left for the day. That way I won't worry about her coming downstairs and hearing us." John replied. "When are you going to ask her?" "I thought about asking her tonight at your party, like maybe when the ball is dropping." John said, before standing up. "Well I'm going to head back to the house now and talk to your parents." "Okay. I'll see you guys later, and John thanks for coming and asking my permission." Brock said, as he shut the door after John.
"Brandi, thanks again for calling John and having him come out and surprise me." I said, looking at my sister as we walked through the mall. "Well I couldn't let you mope around the whole time you were home. Besides, I knew you wouldn't call him yourself." Brandi said, pulling me into Macy's. "Alright, pick out an outfit for tonight. Brock and Nicole are going to have a kickass party, and we need to look good." Brandi said, already matching outfits together.
When John got back to the house, he found both Richard and Stephanie in the living room talking. "Hey John, you just missed Tiffany. She and Brandi left about a half hour ago." Stephanie said. "Actually, I wanted to speak with you and Richard, if I may." John said, looking at both of them. "What's on your mind?" Richard asked. "I want you both to know I love your daughter very much and I would do anything for her. I'd give up my own life just to keep her safe." John started, while both Richard and Stephanie knew where the conversation was headed. "I guess what I'm getting at is, Richard, Stephanie. May I have your blessing to marry Tiffany?" John asked, silently praying they'd say yes. "Of course you have our blessing, we'd be fools to say otherwise. We see how happy she is with you, and as long as you continue to make her happy you'll have our blessings and support." Richard said, shaking John's hand, while Stephanie hugged him.
After shopping for over 3 hours, Brandi and I finally got home. "Brandi, remind me to never go shopping with you again." I said, collapsing on the floor. "Tiff, it wasn't that bad." Brandi said, standing over me and laughing. "You can only say that cause it wasn't you that little kid dumped his red creme soda on." I said, pulling my ruined jeans out of a bag. "Plus, I don't know how many people kept stepping on my foot, I think I lost count after 10." I said, getting up and following Brandi into the kitchen. When we got in there however, my mom and dad, along with John and Brock looked scared or worried, I'm not sure which. "Mom, dad, what's wrong?" I asked, sitting down in the seat next to John and Brock. "Sweetie, we have something we need to discuss with you." My mom said, taking one of my hands in hers across the table. "Punkin'. The man who kidnapped you, his name was Christopher Morgan, the police department just called to let us know that he hung himself last night in his jail cell." My dad said, as I just sat there numb. "Munchkin, are you alright?" Brock asked, putting a hand on my shoulder. "He killed himself. The bastard kidnaps me and makes my life a living hell for 12 fucking years, and he decides to take the chicken shit way out and hang himself!" I shouted, as I jumped up from the table, knocking my chair over in the process. "T-Bird, come here." Brock yelled, as I took off out the back door. "Brock, let her go and calm down. She's upset and rightfully so, she's upset cause now she won't be able to have the kind of closure she desperately wanted. She can't face him in court now, and let him and everyone know what kind of sick bastard he truly is." Brandi said. "How do you know all this?" John asked. "I'm majoring in psychology in school." Brandi answered.
After about 20 minutes of standing outside screaming and damning him to hell, I finally calmed down enough to go back inside. When I reached the door, John met me and pulled me into his arms. "Are you okay sweetie?" He asked, running his hands up and down my back. "Yeah, I mean at least I know now that he can't ever hurt me again." I said, pulling him inside with me. "Come on. We need to get ready for Brock's party." I told him, as I headed upstairs to my room.
Around 7:30 John and I were both ready to head over to Brock and Nicole's for the party. "Finally, a new year I'm looking forward to ringing in. Having a hot guy to ring it in with isn't so bad either." I said, walking up behind John. "Well this 'hot guy' doesn't mind ringing in the new year with you either. Did you just get that outfit today?" John asked, looking over my outfit appreciatively. "Yeah, you like it?" "Sweetie, you could be wearing a potato sack and I'd still love it." John said, as we put our coats on and walked out to my car.
By the time 11:30 arrived, everyone was anxious to see the ball drop and 2005 to arrive. John was especially anxious when I found him talking to Ryan. "Hey guys." I said, walking up to them. "Hey Tiff. You didn't hear what we were talking about, did you?" John asked, as I swore I saw a look of panic cross his face. "No" I answered, looking from John to my brother, trying to figure out what was going on. "Come on let's dance." John said, pulling me out to the floor.
At 11:55 everyone was watching the TV to see Times Square, when John turned me around to look at him. "Tiff, I have something I need to say to you. When I first met you that day Adam was showing you around and introducing you to the guys, I knew I met the woman I would love the rest of my life. It seemed like the more we were together, the more I fell in love with you. Even when we were apart for those couple of weeks, I knew I would wait till forever just to be with you. What I'm asking is, Tiffany Michelle Lesnar, will you marry me?" He asked, as he got down on one knee and pulled out a beautiful 1/4 carat princess cut diamond engagement ring. "Yes John. Yes I'll marry you." I said, as he slipped the ring on my finger and kissed me before whispering, "Happy New Year baby."
A/N: I think there will probably be only one more chapter after this. I'm not 100% though. I also forgot to say that I don't own Times Square or the whole ball dropping thing. (Don't want Dick Clark to sue me) Hope you all have a Merry Christmas.
Chapter 14
"Brock, can I talk to you for a minute?" John asked, walking into his living room. "Sure John. Mya, go find Mommy please. Daddy needs to talk to John." Brock said, watching Mya run out of the room. "What ya need John?" "Well, I'm thinking of asking Tiffany to marry me, and I wanted to get your blessing, cause I know how much you mean to her." John said, looking over at Brock. "John, you know you have my blessing, but I'll tell you, if you hurt her in any way I will personally kick your ass." Brock said, shaking his future brother in laws hand. "Have you talked to our parents yet?" Brock asked, curiously. "Not yet. I thought I'd wait till her and Brandi left for the day. That way I won't worry about her coming downstairs and hearing us." John replied. "When are you going to ask her?" "I thought about asking her tonight at your party, like maybe when the ball is dropping." John said, before standing up. "Well I'm going to head back to the house now and talk to your parents." "Okay. I'll see you guys later, and John thanks for coming and asking my permission." Brock said, as he shut the door after John.
"Brandi, thanks again for calling John and having him come out and surprise me." I said, looking at my sister as we walked through the mall. "Well I couldn't let you mope around the whole time you were home. Besides, I knew you wouldn't call him yourself." Brandi said, pulling me into Macy's. "Alright, pick out an outfit for tonight. Brock and Nicole are going to have a kickass party, and we need to look good." Brandi said, already matching outfits together.
When John got back to the house, he found both Richard and Stephanie in the living room talking. "Hey John, you just missed Tiffany. She and Brandi left about a half hour ago." Stephanie said. "Actually, I wanted to speak with you and Richard, if I may." John said, looking at both of them. "What's on your mind?" Richard asked. "I want you both to know I love your daughter very much and I would do anything for her. I'd give up my own life just to keep her safe." John started, while both Richard and Stephanie knew where the conversation was headed. "I guess what I'm getting at is, Richard, Stephanie. May I have your blessing to marry Tiffany?" John asked, silently praying they'd say yes. "Of course you have our blessing, we'd be fools to say otherwise. We see how happy she is with you, and as long as you continue to make her happy you'll have our blessings and support." Richard said, shaking John's hand, while Stephanie hugged him.
After shopping for over 3 hours, Brandi and I finally got home. "Brandi, remind me to never go shopping with you again." I said, collapsing on the floor. "Tiff, it wasn't that bad." Brandi said, standing over me and laughing. "You can only say that cause it wasn't you that little kid dumped his red creme soda on." I said, pulling my ruined jeans out of a bag. "Plus, I don't know how many people kept stepping on my foot, I think I lost count after 10." I said, getting up and following Brandi into the kitchen. When we got in there however, my mom and dad, along with John and Brock looked scared or worried, I'm not sure which. "Mom, dad, what's wrong?" I asked, sitting down in the seat next to John and Brock. "Sweetie, we have something we need to discuss with you." My mom said, taking one of my hands in hers across the table. "Punkin'. The man who kidnapped you, his name was Christopher Morgan, the police department just called to let us know that he hung himself last night in his jail cell." My dad said, as I just sat there numb. "Munchkin, are you alright?" Brock asked, putting a hand on my shoulder. "He killed himself. The bastard kidnaps me and makes my life a living hell for 12 fucking years, and he decides to take the chicken shit way out and hang himself!" I shouted, as I jumped up from the table, knocking my chair over in the process. "T-Bird, come here." Brock yelled, as I took off out the back door. "Brock, let her go and calm down. She's upset and rightfully so, she's upset cause now she won't be able to have the kind of closure she desperately wanted. She can't face him in court now, and let him and everyone know what kind of sick bastard he truly is." Brandi said. "How do you know all this?" John asked. "I'm majoring in psychology in school." Brandi answered.
After about 20 minutes of standing outside screaming and damning him to hell, I finally calmed down enough to go back inside. When I reached the door, John met me and pulled me into his arms. "Are you okay sweetie?" He asked, running his hands up and down my back. "Yeah, I mean at least I know now that he can't ever hurt me again." I said, pulling him inside with me. "Come on. We need to get ready for Brock's party." I told him, as I headed upstairs to my room.
Around 7:30 John and I were both ready to head over to Brock and Nicole's for the party. "Finally, a new year I'm looking forward to ringing in. Having a hot guy to ring it in with isn't so bad either." I said, walking up behind John. "Well this 'hot guy' doesn't mind ringing in the new year with you either. Did you just get that outfit today?" John asked, looking over my outfit appreciatively. "Yeah, you like it?" "Sweetie, you could be wearing a potato sack and I'd still love it." John said, as we put our coats on and walked out to my car.
By the time 11:30 arrived, everyone was anxious to see the ball drop and 2005 to arrive. John was especially anxious when I found him talking to Ryan. "Hey guys." I said, walking up to them. "Hey Tiff. You didn't hear what we were talking about, did you?" John asked, as I swore I saw a look of panic cross his face. "No" I answered, looking from John to my brother, trying to figure out what was going on. "Come on let's dance." John said, pulling me out to the floor.
At 11:55 everyone was watching the TV to see Times Square, when John turned me around to look at him. "Tiff, I have something I need to say to you. When I first met you that day Adam was showing you around and introducing you to the guys, I knew I met the woman I would love the rest of my life. It seemed like the more we were together, the more I fell in love with you. Even when we were apart for those couple of weeks, I knew I would wait till forever just to be with you. What I'm asking is, Tiffany Michelle Lesnar, will you marry me?" He asked, as he got down on one knee and pulled out a beautiful 1/4 carat princess cut diamond engagement ring. "Yes John. Yes I'll marry you." I said, as he slipped the ring on my finger and kissed me before whispering, "Happy New Year baby."
A/N: I think there will probably be only one more chapter after this. I'm not 100% though. I also forgot to say that I don't own Times Square or the whole ball dropping thing. (Don't want Dick Clark to sue me) Hope you all have a Merry Christmas.