"What about this one?"
"Yeah, nice, fine, whatever."
"I don't know, it doesn't really show off my figure."
"Then find another one."
Chris was sitting in some bridal shop place, looking at what seemed an endless supply of white satin and tulle. Trish had insisted that he come with her to watch her try on various wedding gowns. Since he had nothing better or more productive to do, he had gone alone. Might has well see what the lamb being led to the slaughter was going to look like.
She came back out in a white satin dress with a halter top, and as she turned around, he saw it was also backless, the dress dropping down to just above her ass. Any other guy and they might be drooling, but to Chris, she was just another girl. Now Stephanie in that dress, they'd have to wipe him up off the ground.
"What about this one?" she asked, giving him a little twirl.
"Nice," he said uninterestedly.
"Good," she beamed, "I like this one too."
"Then get it."
She came over and kneeled in front of his chair, "I'm excited about this wedding."
He knew why she was so excited about it. She thought that this would be the catalst for some imaginary life she thought she'd get with Chris. The poor dear, she was being set up for a fall. If she wasn't such a bitch, and hadn't hurt his wife, and potentially harm his wife, he might feel sorry for her.
Trish grinned at him. She was getting very excited about this upcoming wedding. It had been a few days since the show with the proposal and he hadn't heard from Stephanie in days. He had told her that in confidence. He had told everyone else in the company that she was visiting family, what a bunch of bullshit that was.
"Trish, I was thinking..."
"Yes," she smiled.
"I thought that maybe we should include the rest of the company in the ceremony."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I mean this is supposed to be a pretty big deal."
"I think that's a great idea!" she squealed, giving him a hug.
"Good," he said deviously.
He had other motives for wanting everyone to be there. If the entire locker room was going to be there, the more humiliated Trish would be. He couldn't wait to see her face. He hoped someone would be there to take pictures. He was sure that they would be absolutely priceless.
They bought the dress and Chris drove her back to the hotel, and it wasn't a moment to soon. She had tried to invite herself over to his house, but he had told her some lie about something to get her to change her mind. He didn't want her anywhere near the home that he shared with Stephanie.
He drove back to his house and parked outside in the driveway. He got out and walked inside his house. It was so lonely being here by himself since Regan and Stephanie were still in Canada. He went to the kitchen to get himself a beer from the fridge and he saw Stephanie's ultrasound picture stuck up on the fridge. He stood there and looked at it for a moment. He smiled as he thought about his impending child. He got the sudden urge to call Stephanie and see how she was. He grabbed the phone and dialed his parents.
"Hello?"
"Hey Mom."
"Chris!" she said happily, "How are you?"
"I'm ok Mom."
"We watched the show on Monday. Why are you in that storyline? You're already married."
"Mom, I know. But you know Stephanie and I have never been married on WWE television."
"Why is that exactly?" his mother asked curiously.
Chris laughed, "Because it didn't fit in."
"I think you should change that."
"We'll see Mom. Can I please speak to my wife?"
"Hold on a moment."
Chris waited for several moments before he heard a shuffling on the phone. Moments later, he heard Stephanie's voice come on over the line. He involuntarily smiled.
"Chris?"
"It's so good to hear your voice," he told her.
"That's nice. What made you call?"
"I missed you. And I saw the baby's picture."
"We're both fine," she told him.
"Good to hear. And my little girl?"
"She's fine. She loves it here."
"I know. She loves to get all that attention and getting spoiled.....just like her mother."
"I'm not spoiled anymore," she said smartly.
"Oh really?"
"I'm 29 years old. I think my father thinks I'm beyond spoiling," she laughed.
"I wasn't talking about you father baby."
"Ok, I know you spoil me, but that's your job."
"Oh, it's my job?"
"Yes, you're the one who wanted to marry me, and you're the one who asked, so that means that you are responsible for keeping me happy."
"You know I always do."
"And you do a great job at it too."
"Well, that's all that matters," he turned serious and whispered, "I miss you."
"I miss you too," she whispered just as softly.
"How is that possible?" he asked, "I went without you for so long, now I don't see you for four days and I feel like I'm being tortured."
"Oh, I'm sorry baby, but you'll see us soon," she told him.
"I'm lonely."
"Why don't you go crash over at Shane's house if you're that lonely, or go have dinner with my parents," she suggested.
"I don't know," he said, "I'll seem pathetic."
"Come on sweetie, they're family."
"I know, but it'll feel weird without you there," he said to her.
"It's not weird for me here with your parents."
"Well, that's cause my parents are fairly normal, while yours are absolutely crazy," he said, laughing at his own joke.
"Touché."
Chris heard the doorbell ring, "Someone's at the door."
"Who?"
"Steph, I'm in the kitchen, how the hell should I know who's at the door?"
"Well go look."
"Ok."
He walked through the kitchen, through the living room, and then through the front hall on his way to the front door. It was a big house, it took time to walk places. He finally got to the front door, almost slipping on one of Regan's toys along the way. He stumbled to the door, and opened it. Trish was on the other side and she was dressed in a barely there skirt and a low cut tank top with a jacket over it.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"I was bored, so I wanted to come hang out with you," she said, smiling sweetly.
"Baby, who is it?"
"Oh yeah, Trish is at the door."
"Oh my God," Stephanie muttered, "What is the bitch doing there?"
"So you want to hang out," Chris said.
"Yeah, do you mind?"
"Actually, I'm on a very important phone call right now."
Trish let herself into the house and Chris frowned. He wanted to throw her out, this was not work, this was his home and he'd be damned if he had Trish come in here and try to make it like she was the Queen of the castle, because nothing could be further from the truth at this moment.
"I'll just stay for a while," she said, looking around.
"I think you should go," Chris said sternly.
"Oh, come on Chris, just for a little while."
"Chris," Stephanie said over the phone, "I don't like the fact she's in our house."
"Me neither," he said to her, "Don't worry, it'll be taken care of as soon as possible."
"Ok, I don't like her looking through our personal things," Stephanie said worriedly.
"I know, I'll talk to you later."
"Love you."
"Ditto," he told her, not blowing their cover, "Bye."
He hung up the phone and found that Trish was not where she was just moments before. He went off into the living room and found her looking through all the pictures on the mantle. He wanted to yank her away and drag her out to the curb where she belonged.
"This house could use some color," Trish said, looking around at the large room.
She was already planning what she'd do to it. First things first, she'd get rid of everything that had to do with Stephanie. She wouldn't tolerate anything that remotely reminded her of Stephanie. Then she'd get rid of the kid stuff that was laying around, if only she could send Regan and the new baby off somewhere. Then the house would be perfect.
"The house is fine the way it is," he said coldly.
"I could help you redecorate."
"It doesn't need redecorating."
"Don't worry," she said, coming over to him, "We'll fix it up nicely."
"No, we won't. I like my house."
"Sure you do," she said patronizingly, "But we'll just fix it up here and there."
"Trish, I want you out of my house now," he said firmly.
"What?" she asked, slightly shocked.
"You heard me, I don't like you being here."
"But we're friends," she said, shaking her head in disbelief.
"That may be," he practically spat out, "But you can't stay."
He had to think up something quick. She might get suspicious otherwise, and that wasn't what needed to happen. He could come up with a lie, he was good at that. He racked his brain for something and then his lips curled up into a smile.
"I'm going over to Shane's."
"Oh," Trish said, "Well, I'll come!"
"You can't," he said quickly, "Family only."
"Oh," Trish said, "Well, can't you make an exception."
"Nope," he said, starting to usher her out of the house, "Can't come."
"Ok," she said as they reached the door, "Did you want to meet up later."
"I don't think so. Got things to do with the in-laws, see ya," he said pushing her out the door, "Family stuff you know."
He shut the door behind him and gave a sigh of relief. She was out of here. Trish stood on the other side of the door a little flustered by having been rushed out of the house. She straightened her jacket on and walked down the steps. As she reached the middle of the driveway she looked back up at the large house.
"Someday that'll all be mine."
"Yeah, nice, fine, whatever."
"I don't know, it doesn't really show off my figure."
"Then find another one."
Chris was sitting in some bridal shop place, looking at what seemed an endless supply of white satin and tulle. Trish had insisted that he come with her to watch her try on various wedding gowns. Since he had nothing better or more productive to do, he had gone alone. Might has well see what the lamb being led to the slaughter was going to look like.
She came back out in a white satin dress with a halter top, and as she turned around, he saw it was also backless, the dress dropping down to just above her ass. Any other guy and they might be drooling, but to Chris, she was just another girl. Now Stephanie in that dress, they'd have to wipe him up off the ground.
"What about this one?" she asked, giving him a little twirl.
"Nice," he said uninterestedly.
"Good," she beamed, "I like this one too."
"Then get it."
She came over and kneeled in front of his chair, "I'm excited about this wedding."
He knew why she was so excited about it. She thought that this would be the catalst for some imaginary life she thought she'd get with Chris. The poor dear, she was being set up for a fall. If she wasn't such a bitch, and hadn't hurt his wife, and potentially harm his wife, he might feel sorry for her.
Trish grinned at him. She was getting very excited about this upcoming wedding. It had been a few days since the show with the proposal and he hadn't heard from Stephanie in days. He had told her that in confidence. He had told everyone else in the company that she was visiting family, what a bunch of bullshit that was.
"Trish, I was thinking..."
"Yes," she smiled.
"I thought that maybe we should include the rest of the company in the ceremony."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I mean this is supposed to be a pretty big deal."
"I think that's a great idea!" she squealed, giving him a hug.
"Good," he said deviously.
He had other motives for wanting everyone to be there. If the entire locker room was going to be there, the more humiliated Trish would be. He couldn't wait to see her face. He hoped someone would be there to take pictures. He was sure that they would be absolutely priceless.
They bought the dress and Chris drove her back to the hotel, and it wasn't a moment to soon. She had tried to invite herself over to his house, but he had told her some lie about something to get her to change her mind. He didn't want her anywhere near the home that he shared with Stephanie.
He drove back to his house and parked outside in the driveway. He got out and walked inside his house. It was so lonely being here by himself since Regan and Stephanie were still in Canada. He went to the kitchen to get himself a beer from the fridge and he saw Stephanie's ultrasound picture stuck up on the fridge. He stood there and looked at it for a moment. He smiled as he thought about his impending child. He got the sudden urge to call Stephanie and see how she was. He grabbed the phone and dialed his parents.
"Hello?"
"Hey Mom."
"Chris!" she said happily, "How are you?"
"I'm ok Mom."
"We watched the show on Monday. Why are you in that storyline? You're already married."
"Mom, I know. But you know Stephanie and I have never been married on WWE television."
"Why is that exactly?" his mother asked curiously.
Chris laughed, "Because it didn't fit in."
"I think you should change that."
"We'll see Mom. Can I please speak to my wife?"
"Hold on a moment."
Chris waited for several moments before he heard a shuffling on the phone. Moments later, he heard Stephanie's voice come on over the line. He involuntarily smiled.
"Chris?"
"It's so good to hear your voice," he told her.
"That's nice. What made you call?"
"I missed you. And I saw the baby's picture."
"We're both fine," she told him.
"Good to hear. And my little girl?"
"She's fine. She loves it here."
"I know. She loves to get all that attention and getting spoiled.....just like her mother."
"I'm not spoiled anymore," she said smartly.
"Oh really?"
"I'm 29 years old. I think my father thinks I'm beyond spoiling," she laughed.
"I wasn't talking about you father baby."
"Ok, I know you spoil me, but that's your job."
"Oh, it's my job?"
"Yes, you're the one who wanted to marry me, and you're the one who asked, so that means that you are responsible for keeping me happy."
"You know I always do."
"And you do a great job at it too."
"Well, that's all that matters," he turned serious and whispered, "I miss you."
"I miss you too," she whispered just as softly.
"How is that possible?" he asked, "I went without you for so long, now I don't see you for four days and I feel like I'm being tortured."
"Oh, I'm sorry baby, but you'll see us soon," she told him.
"I'm lonely."
"Why don't you go crash over at Shane's house if you're that lonely, or go have dinner with my parents," she suggested.
"I don't know," he said, "I'll seem pathetic."
"Come on sweetie, they're family."
"I know, but it'll feel weird without you there," he said to her.
"It's not weird for me here with your parents."
"Well, that's cause my parents are fairly normal, while yours are absolutely crazy," he said, laughing at his own joke.
"Touché."
Chris heard the doorbell ring, "Someone's at the door."
"Who?"
"Steph, I'm in the kitchen, how the hell should I know who's at the door?"
"Well go look."
"Ok."
He walked through the kitchen, through the living room, and then through the front hall on his way to the front door. It was a big house, it took time to walk places. He finally got to the front door, almost slipping on one of Regan's toys along the way. He stumbled to the door, and opened it. Trish was on the other side and she was dressed in a barely there skirt and a low cut tank top with a jacket over it.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"I was bored, so I wanted to come hang out with you," she said, smiling sweetly.
"Baby, who is it?"
"Oh yeah, Trish is at the door."
"Oh my God," Stephanie muttered, "What is the bitch doing there?"
"So you want to hang out," Chris said.
"Yeah, do you mind?"
"Actually, I'm on a very important phone call right now."
Trish let herself into the house and Chris frowned. He wanted to throw her out, this was not work, this was his home and he'd be damned if he had Trish come in here and try to make it like she was the Queen of the castle, because nothing could be further from the truth at this moment.
"I'll just stay for a while," she said, looking around.
"I think you should go," Chris said sternly.
"Oh, come on Chris, just for a little while."
"Chris," Stephanie said over the phone, "I don't like the fact she's in our house."
"Me neither," he said to her, "Don't worry, it'll be taken care of as soon as possible."
"Ok, I don't like her looking through our personal things," Stephanie said worriedly.
"I know, I'll talk to you later."
"Love you."
"Ditto," he told her, not blowing their cover, "Bye."
He hung up the phone and found that Trish was not where she was just moments before. He went off into the living room and found her looking through all the pictures on the mantle. He wanted to yank her away and drag her out to the curb where she belonged.
"This house could use some color," Trish said, looking around at the large room.
She was already planning what she'd do to it. First things first, she'd get rid of everything that had to do with Stephanie. She wouldn't tolerate anything that remotely reminded her of Stephanie. Then she'd get rid of the kid stuff that was laying around, if only she could send Regan and the new baby off somewhere. Then the house would be perfect.
"The house is fine the way it is," he said coldly.
"I could help you redecorate."
"It doesn't need redecorating."
"Don't worry," she said, coming over to him, "We'll fix it up nicely."
"No, we won't. I like my house."
"Sure you do," she said patronizingly, "But we'll just fix it up here and there."
"Trish, I want you out of my house now," he said firmly.
"What?" she asked, slightly shocked.
"You heard me, I don't like you being here."
"But we're friends," she said, shaking her head in disbelief.
"That may be," he practically spat out, "But you can't stay."
He had to think up something quick. She might get suspicious otherwise, and that wasn't what needed to happen. He could come up with a lie, he was good at that. He racked his brain for something and then his lips curled up into a smile.
"I'm going over to Shane's."
"Oh," Trish said, "Well, I'll come!"
"You can't," he said quickly, "Family only."
"Oh," Trish said, "Well, can't you make an exception."
"Nope," he said, starting to usher her out of the house, "Can't come."
"Ok," she said as they reached the door, "Did you want to meet up later."
"I don't think so. Got things to do with the in-laws, see ya," he said pushing her out the door, "Family stuff you know."
He shut the door behind him and gave a sigh of relief. She was out of here. Trish stood on the other side of the door a little flustered by having been rushed out of the house. She straightened her jacket on and walked down the steps. As she reached the middle of the driveway she looked back up at the large house.
"Someday that'll all be mine."