Summary: Trish Stratus gets moved to Smack down to make better ratings, and she finds herself being placed with the one guy she didn't think she would ever be with. This is a purely romantic fic.
A/N: Now that I have had some time to go over my life and deal with the shitty hand, LOL I have decided to come back and put everything I have into ending this story properly. I hope there are fans still out there, and for those of you that are, I thank you for your kind words from before, and well I hope you like the way this finally ends.
"Is there any way that you guys could hurry this up? I only have an hour left before she shows up and I want to make sure she sees the beautiful thing I have arranged for her, and not what it looks like now." John said, pacing back and forth, knowing he was losing his mind over this, but not knowing any other way to deal with it.
He had never even come close to doing something like this, and the fact that he was now spoke volumes about the kind of guy he was. There was no way he was going to let her slip through his fingers again. If he had to move heaven and earth to do this, he damn sure would.
"We are moving as fast as we can sir. But you have asked an enormous amount of us on such a short time, and I can't promise you anything." the apparent leader of the pack said, not fearing John's reaction in the least.
"Well I have a special woman coming here to see this in exactly one hour, and if it hasn't been finished I will make sure you do not get paid and that the WWE asks you to do nothing in the near future. Which in case you don't know means never again."
That had apparently shut the man up as he decided he was safer to just go back to doing his work and leaving the worry and the stress to John. He sure had enough of it. When the accident had happened, he had been so worried about losing the only woman in the world that had mattered to him. He hadn't realized as well that he also had to spend time worrying about the unborn baby that Trish was going to have.
He wasn't ready to be a father, and the thought of being one was pretty daunting, but he knew that if he could win Trish over with what he had in his mind, the thing she had asked him to do, something big, then he would know they would go through all of this together.
He decided it would be better if he just took himself out of the whole thing, and let the workers do their job. If there was any hope of them getting this done and off without a hitch, then it had to be with him not in the area steaming.
Looking at his watch, he decided he wanted to do one more thing before the big moment. He had just enough time to do it, and he only hoped that it would work out the way he wanted. He was making a change. The man of yesteryear was gone, replaced with a hard working husband and father to be.
"What could he possibly want?" Trish questioned as Joanie was doing her hair. She had been out of the hospital a total of five hours, and she had to admit that doing this with John was making her mad, she needed to rest. Not only for her but for their child. Instead here she sat, being pampered against her will for the very first time, and stubborn about the outcome.
"He said it was a surprise and knowing John the way I do lately, it has to be otherwise he would be glued to your side."
"Yeah he has a funny way of showing that doesn't he? I was in the damn hospital for a week and a half and not once did he come by. Oh wait you know that was a lie, he came by when he was sure I was out from all the medication I have been taking for the pain. Either way, he screwed up again, just when I needed him the most."
Joanie had just about had enough. She knew how hard this was on Trish. Knowing that the man she still loved knew about their child and made a habit of not showing his face the entire time. She had been through the same thing with Paul when she had gotten pregnant in the beginning of their relationship, and as it turned out, she lost the baby and she lost him too. It was not a very lovely feeling to have to deal with.
She had to hold out hope, that with all the talking to John that she had been doing over the last week and a half, that he was different then Paul. He even told her at one point that he was. Like he knew somewhere in his mind that she had been there and done that one too many times before.
"Can you just sit still and let me work what magic I still have? This is important tonight Trish and whether or not you see it, John does love you, and he won't do what you keep believing he will."
"You sound so sure of yourself." she said, turning around mid brush and getting her hair pulled.
"That is because I have been through what you have. Not exactly but you know what it was like with Paul. I mean I came back and the only reason I didn't go to Raw and fight over there is because I still haven't come to terms with the whole thing. I can't face him. I just don't want you to get that way with John. You guys both have the same idea, just different ways of dealing with it."
Trish had heard her friend mention her past with Paul a lot over the last little while but she had no idea what really happened. She knew that Paul had taken a look at Stephanie and not even blinked before going to her, knowing his career would go places once married to her but anything after that or before, she just didn't know. Joanie was a wonderful friend as of late, but she was not one that was open with her past or feelings.
"What really happened with you and Paul Joanie? What reminds you of Paul when you think of John and me?"
"I was pregnant about a year into DX. That is what reminds me of it. Actually come to think of it, that's all that reminds me of it. I have talked to John though, and to tell you the truth, he is nothing like Paul was. Not even a little bit."
"What did Paul do?"
"Paul told me that for the good of wrestling I needed to lose it and quick. I didn't want too, and well I don't really believe he did either, but his love for Stephanie and this damn business won out, and well you know the rest."
"You lost the baby?" Trish asked, almost choking up herself as she asked it and Joanie began the answer.
"Yes and in the most tragic way possible. I was in the ring one night, and Paul was supposed to come over proper and tag me, but what he did was get Shawn to bump into him as he stumbled over, and he knocked me off the apron."
"I was there when that happened! You mean to tell me that he planned for you to hurt yourself and the baby?"
"You're damn right. I mentioned it back then but he didn't say a word. It was only when I got with Waltman and he talked to Paul that it really came out. Real kick in the ass if you ask me."
"Yeah I bet. So you say that John is different then that huh?"
"Yes Trish and if you would stop moving for one damn minute I could finish your hair and you could go find that out for yourself."
He looked around upon his comeback and he stood in awe. The whole place looked immaculate. If this didn't win over his love, then he really had no idea what would. They had strategically placed all of Trish's favourite flowers around the walkway and all the way up to the ring where they came together to form a heart.
White seemed to ring through the entire arena area, with the heart of red in the middle, where he knew he would be standing when she finally made her arrival. As he glanced slowly at his watch, he realized it would be any minute.
"Can we get all the candles lit as soon as possible here please? Knowing my girl, she is going to show up real early just so she can find out what the hell is going on. I want to make sure what she sees really knocks her off her feet."
"Hopefully right into your waiting arms huh buddy?" the voice said behind him. When he turned around and saw his friend standing with a big grin on his face, he knew that it was all turning out just the way he planned.
"Kurt, nice of you to show up man. I didn't think you would after all the hell I raised with you concerning Trish."
"Well that's what friends are for right? Plus I have to admit, I like seeing someone other then myself fall on his face every now and again."
John smiled and turned around to check out the sight as it was becoming truly wonderful.
"Hey man the reason why I came in here, and walked around the flowers is because her and Joanie just got out of the car and they are on their way in the door. I just wanted to make sure it was all set, or if I should stall."
"You can see for yourself man, its ready to go."
"Well then I will get out of here and hide. Good luck to you man. I hope she takes this seriously and that the two of you can ride away together."
"Me too man. Me too."
She walked down the walkway, Joanie slowly trailing behind her, and getting slower by the second. This had to be the most beautiful thing she had ever seen in her life. There were flowers of white everywhere, and looking down she also saw that they were the white roses that she had whispered to John about one night after making love.
As she walked further down the ramp, and around the ring, she saw the man enter from the side, to help her into the ring, but not to stand next to her.
She hadn't seen John anywhere, and silently began wondering if this wasn't something that Jeff had done to try and win her back after being turned down so many times. As the idea crammed its way into her head she saw him.
She noticed what he was standing in and smiled as big as she possibly could manage, given the small shape of her mouth. He was standing in a big red heart of red roses, to match the white ones. It had to be the most angelic picture she had ever seen. Not to mention he was dressed to the nines in a white suit with a white flower plucked in his lapel.
As she got into the ring with the unknown mans help, she walked over to where John was standing. Within seconds he grabbed her hand as gingerly as possible, and placed it in his, making sure he was facing her for what was coming next.
"You told me not so long ago that if I wanted you back, I had to do something big, and I had to something good. I took what you said to heart and began thinking of things to do that would blow your mind. What I realized after your accident and mostly sweating a whole in their chairs in the waiting room was that it wasn't the size of something that mattered, but the effort and the love put into it. So what I did here was take your love of the white rose, and my love for you, which is symbolized by the heart around the flowers and I put them together to make this hopefully the best damn night of your life. Why I asked you here tonight was to tell you from deep in here, that I love you and that I want to spend the rest of my life with you and our child, if you would allow me too." He said pointing to his heart and lifting her hand to his mouth and kissing it gently.
She was speechless. She wanted to say yes to whatever he was asking at that very moment but through her tears she couldn't bring herself to talk. She knew that if she didn't soon he would get the wrong idea.
"What are you saying here John. What are you asking me exactly? Is it what I think it is?" she choked, again looking back down to her feet to brace herself before looking back into his eyes again.
"Trish what I am asking you here and now is if you do me the honour of being my wife and letting me be a husband to you and a father to our child. I know I have done some things that would make most women say no and spit in my face, but you aren't most women. You are the woman I love."
Not giving it a second thought she looked up at him through tear streamed eyes and smiled before grabbing him, pulling him to her and their child and whispering in his ear.
"Yes I will marry you, and believe me, when I said big, you did bigger. I love you."