"Scott, what are you doing here?"

"Coming to check on my girl. Plus, I got your message, and I didn't think it would be right to talk over the phone."

"I would have seen you tomorrow."

"Too many people. We wouldn't have had enough time alone."

"True. So are we going to talk here, or somewhere else?"

"I wanted to take you somewhere. There's a house full of kids and a very watchful friend. I'd much rather talk to you alone."

"OK, just let me put on my sneakers, and I'll be ready. Jade can stay with the kids."

"Sure…Hey Squirt!"

Blade & Lulu in unison "Yea? Hey! I'm squirt!"

"I should have been a bit clearer on which one I wanted apparently."

"Yea, I think you should've."

"Scott, can you take Blade in the other room for a minute? Lulu and I need to talk alone for a minute."

"No problem."

"Thanks…Lulu, what's going on?

"Scott wants to talk. It's kind of weird though, he's never made an effort to open himself up on his own."

"Are you going to tell him?"

"About Shane? We have no secrets from each other. I don't know how that's going to go, but I have to tell him."

"You know how to get a hold of me right? If you don't you can call here, and Jade will give you the house number."

"Bret, thank you. For everything."

"Same here. This week would have been almost impossible without you. Now, go take care of your boy."

"You're starting to sound like Konan."

"He and my kids! Now out!"

Bret had been very understanding about things as far as Scott was concerned. I am pretty sure he and Owen had talked about it at one time or another. It still shocked me that Scott was even in Canada, much less Calgary, to see me no less. We headed to the wooded area by the pond behind Bret's house. I wanted to talk to Scott so bad, but I had decided for him to make a move. He had. So now was decision time.

"Hey, don't get all quiet now boo."

"I'm just thinking."

"Well, penny for your thoughts?"

"Thinking of you, me, some other stuff. What's going on behind those eyes?"

"Are you having second thoughts about us?"

"Can I ask what brought that question on?"

"You didn't talk to me the other day. I came to be there for you, and it was if you didn't need me."

"Baby, I had a lot going on in my head. I had just lost a good friend, plus the last time I had talked to you, we fought. If I had fought with you, I may have said something that I would have regretted, and I don't ever want to do that. Plus I have some other stuff in my head."

"What's going on chica?"

"Answer me one question first. Did you see me at the airport before I came here?"

"Yea I did."

"Good Lord. Paul had told me when I called him from the plane that you had tried to catch me. What all did you see?"

"Everything down to McMahon kissing you."

"Scott…"

"Boo, you don't have to explain yourself to me. You're a grown adult, as you see fit to remind us of every once in a while. Can I ask what brought it on though?"

"Monday, as we all were lining up on the ramp for the 10-bell salute, I stayed toward the back. Shane, apparently didn't like that decision, so he came and tried to pull me to the front with the McMahons. I was definitely having no part in that, and you seen on TV where we ended up. He held me like Paul held Joanie that night. After I left the guys locker room, Shane invited me to his room to watch movies. Neither one of us was planning on sleeping even if we could. We were watching "Interview with the Vampire" and I ask him was he okay, then he leaned down and kissed me. When he pulled away, I tried to explain to him what was going through my head. He interrupted by saying he knew he wasn't you. I told him I couldn't stand it if I hurt him, to which he replied that I would hurt myself every day pining away for you. I then in my ever-polite way told him that he didn't know what he was talking about, and that you loved me. Shane said if you loved me, you wouldn't allow me to be as unsure as I am now. If I were with him, I'd be very much aware of the fact he loved me. I told him everyone wasn't perfect like him, to which he responded that he wasn't perfect, just in love with me. He wants me to think about being with him, and I have until tomorrow morning to decide what I want. Rather who I want."

"Damn him. If he was here right now, I would…"

"No you wouldn't! You lay a hand on Shane, you'll deal with me."

"By the sounds of that, you've made a decision."

"No, that is actually far from the truth."

"Look, I may not have McMahon's money, but I do love you."

"Scott, I know that. But sometimes, things happen where I am not so sure any more. One minute, everything is fine, and the next minute, we are fighting. I hate fighting with you."

"Do you think I enjoy it?"

"To an extent yes. It draws my attention towards you and away from everything else. That's what you've wanted from day one, my attention. I've got news for you. You've got it. You've always had it. Shane has been there to listen to me when no one else has. There've been nights where I couldn't get a hold of any of the guys, and he would be there lending an ear."

"I see."

"All those nights, you want to know what we were talking about; you. I do believe he knows every thing that has happened between you and me from the first day we met. He'd hold me in his arms while I trying to make sense of the fact why you'd choose alcohol over your family and friends. Hell, there have been nights I prayed to whatever God is out there to end my pain one way or another. I may be a hard ass, but I do hurt. God I hurt."

All the pent up frustration, pain, anger at everything; losing Owen, the constant battles with Scott, it all just came out. I never cried. Never that was until now.

"Lulu…"

"Scott, I don't want to hurt anymore. Damn it, all Shane is trying to do is make it stop. The odd thing now is without all of this pain my life would be empty. With the pain, along goes my love. That of which for so long I've held on to like a life preserver in the middle of turbulent waters. I have a choice to make, hold on for dear life, or let go. Help me baby, I feel like I'm sinking."

With that, Scott closed the distance between us. He lifted my head up and kissed me ever so softly. I whimpered pulling his head close to mine. When his tongue tried to gain access to my mouth, I ever so gladly let him in. I finally started to let my hands explore him. Hell, I had hugged him many times before, but it was different now. I wanted to touch, taste, and feel every part of him. When he pulled away and looked into my eyes, he saw what I wanted.

"I want to hear from you what you want. I want to show you how much I love you, but only if you want."

"Scott Oliver Hall, I want you to make love to me."

With that, he reclaimed my now bruised lips. Grabbing my hips, he pulled me against him, letting me feel how hard he was beginning to get. My hands went under his shirt scratching down his back. The sound that came from Scott's throat was one that I had never heard before. I liked the fact that it was I that caused him to make it. He left my lips to claim my neck and ear licking the remaining tears, while at the same time, placing his hands underneath my shirt. When he started his menstruations of my still cloth-covered chest, I arched into his touch, not wanting this to end.

"Scott…please…"

"Beautiful, it only gets better."

With that, he made short work of my top, and laid me down on the bench. He pulled off my tank top, and began trying to basically devour my chest. He started playing with my nipples through the fabric of my bra. Even that was driving me crazy. I finally pushed him away and sat up.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing at all. Can't a girl want to play?"

"Baby, you're anything but a girl. I've never seen you as one. You are definitely all woman."

"Well, shut up and let this woman play with her man!"

"What exactly did you have in mind?"

With that, I went to attack the tendons in his neck. It was my intent to taste him. When I first bit the side of his neck, he moaned so loud, I hoped the neighbors didn't hear. But then again, I didn't really care! Finally managing to remove his shirt, I proceeded to lick a path from his chest to his stomach. Scott wasn't the guy who had the world's greatest abs, but I thought they were just perfect. When I got to the waistline of his jeans, he pulled me up.

"Not just yet boo. We've got all the time in the world for that."

"Then why are you stopping me?"

"Because tonight is for you. Now, are you going to be quiet, or will I have to shut you up?"

"The latter sounds quite tempting, depending on how you exactly plan on doing it."

"The only sounds you are to make are when you are screaming my name"

After that, I can definitely say that I knew what I missing out on. Scott and I made love, and then I fell asleep on the bench in his arms. When I woke up, I was in my bedroom of Bret's house. On the bedside table there was a red rose, and a note from Scott. When I read the note, I realized that my choice had been made for me.