This story is a work of fiction. I only own the characters that are non-
WWE. Vince McMahon owns the WWE and characters. Do not distribute, do not
sell, and do not sue. THANKS..***********
"I can't believe you did all that unpacking by yourself," Lori shook her head in disbelief.
"Well, I missed a few workouts while I was in Union. It was good to get a chance to stretch 'em out for a change," Chris replied as he wiped beads of perspiration from his brow. "Wow, I'm beat; I think I'm going to hit the shower."
"You should be," Lori remarked. "Let me handle dinner tonight."
"That sounds wonderful," Chris admitted. "But are you sure you are up to that?"
"Oh please!" Lori rolled her eyes, "You've been pampering me for nearly a week now; it's the least I can do."
"OK, but if your leg starts hurting I want you to quit and wait for me. OK?" Chris told her sternly.
"Agreed," Lori giggled then waved him out. "Get going! You stink!"
Chris faked a hurt expression then smirked as he left the room. 'Things are definitely going well.' He thought.
Lori watched his retreating figure, 'This is nice; he's nice. I can't believe I've actually moved down here after only really knowing him a week.' Lori refused to allow herself to dwell on it any further and limped out to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
In the kitchen, she found that the choices were slim as Chris had been on the road for quite awhile since the last time he'd been home. Rummaging around in the cabinets, she pulled together all the necessary ingredients to make spaghetti. It was one of her specialties and she hoped he'd like it. She was just adding the finishing ingredients to the saucepan when he joined her in the kitchen.
"Mmm, that smells real good," He commented leaning over the stove.
"Get out of here!" Lori scolded him waving the spoon to make her point. "It's not ready yet, you vulture!"
Yes ma'am," Chris replied and looked at her with devilment.
"What?" Lori felt uneasy at his gaze.
"Just thinkin'," Chris answered a grin playing with the corners of his mouth. "About how funny this moment is."
"Huh?" Lori asked beginning to think he cracked his head in the shower.
"Look at you, barefoot, pregnant, and standing over a hot stove," Chris chuckled. "I mean it's like a time warp to the 1940's."
"Well, time warp your ass back to the 2000's and set the table," Lori whacked him one with the spoon.
"Ouch," Chris yelped and rubbed his stinging hand. "I'm going! I'm going!"
A short time later they'd finally sat down at the table.
"Wow, this is good," Chris commented through a mouthful of spaghetti.
"Thanks, it's one of my specialties," Lori replied proudly.
"One of?" Chris raised an eyebrow. "My, my, I definitely can't let you get away now, Ms. Ford."
Lori felt her cheeks burn and quickly looked down at her plate. Chris reached across the narrow table and lifted her chin gently with his hand.
"Lori, I-" Chris was trying to tell her that he loved her.
'Oh no, he's not going to say it. Please I'm not ready for him to say it yet,' Lori guessed what he was about to say.
He swallowed the lump in his throat and continued in a voice choked with emotion, "I-"
Just then the phone started ringing in the den.
'Thank you!' Lori breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'd better get that," Chris jumped up quickly from the table.
After a little while, he returned and was noticeably upset.
"What's wrong?" Lori asked him.
"Vince called off my leave of absence," Chris replied sadly. "Somebody got hurt and they had to push up my story line to fill the gap."
"When do you leave?" Lori tried not to show her tears.
"At first light," Chris answered. "I'm sorry Lori, I thought we'd have more time together."
"It's okay, I understand," Lori told him bravely.
"I'll be back late Tuesday night," Chris told her. "I'll get Adam to take you grocery shopping; I know I don't have much in the cupboards right now."
"It's okay Chris," Lori smiled. "Now finish your dinner; you can call him later."
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"I can't believe you did all that unpacking by yourself," Lori shook her head in disbelief.
"Well, I missed a few workouts while I was in Union. It was good to get a chance to stretch 'em out for a change," Chris replied as he wiped beads of perspiration from his brow. "Wow, I'm beat; I think I'm going to hit the shower."
"You should be," Lori remarked. "Let me handle dinner tonight."
"That sounds wonderful," Chris admitted. "But are you sure you are up to that?"
"Oh please!" Lori rolled her eyes, "You've been pampering me for nearly a week now; it's the least I can do."
"OK, but if your leg starts hurting I want you to quit and wait for me. OK?" Chris told her sternly.
"Agreed," Lori giggled then waved him out. "Get going! You stink!"
Chris faked a hurt expression then smirked as he left the room. 'Things are definitely going well.' He thought.
Lori watched his retreating figure, 'This is nice; he's nice. I can't believe I've actually moved down here after only really knowing him a week.' Lori refused to allow herself to dwell on it any further and limped out to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
In the kitchen, she found that the choices were slim as Chris had been on the road for quite awhile since the last time he'd been home. Rummaging around in the cabinets, she pulled together all the necessary ingredients to make spaghetti. It was one of her specialties and she hoped he'd like it. She was just adding the finishing ingredients to the saucepan when he joined her in the kitchen.
"Mmm, that smells real good," He commented leaning over the stove.
"Get out of here!" Lori scolded him waving the spoon to make her point. "It's not ready yet, you vulture!"
Yes ma'am," Chris replied and looked at her with devilment.
"What?" Lori felt uneasy at his gaze.
"Just thinkin'," Chris answered a grin playing with the corners of his mouth. "About how funny this moment is."
"Huh?" Lori asked beginning to think he cracked his head in the shower.
"Look at you, barefoot, pregnant, and standing over a hot stove," Chris chuckled. "I mean it's like a time warp to the 1940's."
"Well, time warp your ass back to the 2000's and set the table," Lori whacked him one with the spoon.
"Ouch," Chris yelped and rubbed his stinging hand. "I'm going! I'm going!"
A short time later they'd finally sat down at the table.
"Wow, this is good," Chris commented through a mouthful of spaghetti.
"Thanks, it's one of my specialties," Lori replied proudly.
"One of?" Chris raised an eyebrow. "My, my, I definitely can't let you get away now, Ms. Ford."
Lori felt her cheeks burn and quickly looked down at her plate. Chris reached across the narrow table and lifted her chin gently with his hand.
"Lori, I-" Chris was trying to tell her that he loved her.
'Oh no, he's not going to say it. Please I'm not ready for him to say it yet,' Lori guessed what he was about to say.
He swallowed the lump in his throat and continued in a voice choked with emotion, "I-"
Just then the phone started ringing in the den.
'Thank you!' Lori breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'd better get that," Chris jumped up quickly from the table.
After a little while, he returned and was noticeably upset.
"What's wrong?" Lori asked him.
"Vince called off my leave of absence," Chris replied sadly. "Somebody got hurt and they had to push up my story line to fill the gap."
"When do you leave?" Lori tried not to show her tears.
"At first light," Chris answered. "I'm sorry Lori, I thought we'd have more time together."
"It's okay, I understand," Lori told him bravely.
"I'll be back late Tuesday night," Chris told her. "I'll get Adam to take you grocery shopping; I know I don't have much in the cupboards right now."
"It's okay Chris," Lori smiled. "Now finish your dinner; you can call him later."
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