Disclaimer: I don't own anything having to do with the WWE, If I did I
would have sold out a while ago and paid off some tuition! Maggie Danials,
Anna, and Grayson are mine however. MINE!! (insert evil laughter here)
Two hours later, the house was cleaned, supper had been eaten, and a freshly bathed, jammie clad, little boy sat eating a brownie from the second batch, since the first attempt had more dirt in it then I care to admit to, when a rental car pulled up to the porch right on time.
"7:30. He is so good." I said laughing looking at the clock "Gray, Brock's here."
"AHHHHHHHHHH!" and a once calm 5 year old became anything but that.
"So much for a boy at rests stays at rest" Anna said laughing "Unless activated by a Brock Force."
I rolled my eyes, "Anna that is so true."
Meanwhile Grayson was now running out of the house yelling, "Uncle BROCK!!" and then launched himself in the air and clinging around Brocks neck
"Hey Gray-man how you doin'? Your momma behaving herself?" Brock asked, looking at me standing in the screen door.
"Yeah she's ok. She made brownies," and then in a stage whisper added, "She had a date Saturday night."
"She Did? Did you do what I told you to so?"
"Uh-Huh"
"Good Kid." Brock said and ruffled Gray's hair.
Standing in the doorway, I laughed and said softly, "Grayson you are such a little tattle-tale." Walking outside I let the door bang behind me and waited for my two favorite blondes to walk up the stairs. "Hey stranger How ya been?" I asked.
Brock put Grayson down and gave me a big hug kissing me on the top of my head. If you have ever pulled a quilt out of the dryer and wrapped yourself in it, that's the equivalent of a Brock hug. It wraps around you and feels so warm. I snuggled in and sighed, it had been way to long.
"Hey yourself," he said loosening up his arms and looking down at me. "What's this I hear about a date?"
I looked down at Grayson who was dancing around us, and stuck my tongue out at him, and said "Tattle Tale" Grayson just shrieked with laughter and ran inside.
"C'mon in," I said opening the door, "Anna's looking forward to seeing you again."
"Uncle Brock, Uncle Brock. Come see my toys!" Grayson exclaimed.
"Yeah Yeah I'm coming I'm coming." Brock said, "Hey Anna, its good to see you. Has Grayson been behaving himself?"
"Oh Mister Brock, Its so good to have you here. Yes he is good. My little angel"
"C'mon Uncle Brock, "Gray said tugging at his hand
"Gray you have 15 minutes and then you need to go to bed. Brock will be here in the morning, You are staying right?" I said looking up him.
"Wha? Oh yeah if that's cool with you."
"Psh. Well Duh." I said rolling my eyes.
Brock laughed and chased Grayson down the hallway trying to tickle him.
"Anna you can go if you want. You don't need to stick around."
"Ok, G'night Miss Maggie. Don't stay up all night talking. You need your sleep"
"Yeah Mom I get it."
Anna smiled and gave me a hug and then walked out to her apartment above the garage.
I put the supper dishes away and then wandered down the hallway listening to the excited chattering Grayson who had proceeded to pull out every toy he owned to show his favorite person. "See I go this from Santa. It's a real Hurricane mask an' cape!"
"Whooaa. That is pretty cool Grayson," Brock said. "You must have been extra good this year."
"He was so good in fact," I said breaking in, "That he goes to bed without making a fuss. Right little man?"
Grayson looked up at me sadly, "Aww mom. Please 5 more minutes?"
"Sorry honey. You need to get some sleep. You can play with Brock tomorrow. C'mon I'll read you a story."
"Fine but I get to choose"
"You better believe you get to."
20 Minutes later I walked down the stairs and found Brock sitting on the couch watching TV. "There room for one more?" I asked.
"Well I was saving it for a special lady I know, but your cute so c'mon over."
"Ha!," I said, "What are we watching?"
"Law and Order re-runs."
"A man after my own heart. I think I have you trained."
Brock just laughed and lifted his arm as I sat down and snuggled against him. I laid on my back with my head on his chest and his arm across my chest. Its funny how something that would seem so heavy actually isn't and almost comforts you at the same time. We sat in comfortable silence as the heroes of Law and Order solved yet another crime within its one hour time slot.
"So," Brock said switching off the TV, "How's work going for you? I know last time things were kind rough"
I groaned. "You had to bring that up. Lets just say that if I put one more pencil hole in my ceiling I'm going to have a skylight. There are so many people there who can barely get through the door in the morning because their egos are too big. Things are still pretty rough. I though that once I got in a position of authority I might get a little respect, but that totally backfired. The gossip trains are vicious. Every day they have me sleeping with some other guy. And my boss is usually the individual starting that one." I paused for breath
"So it would be safe to assume that things suck, you are majorly unhappy, and would run away as fast as you could, am I right?"
"Ding! You get a gold star"
"What if I told you I found you a new job? Would you be interested?"
I sat up and looked him in the eye. "Have you been practicing your magic tricks lately? How are you going to manage that? I've looked, believe me I have. There is nothing out there."
"The WWE is looking for a new Travel Coordinator. They book the hotels, handle any problems, make sure the VIPs are comfortable, and the best part is, you get to do some traveling with us. As much as you want. It hasn't been advertised for, in fact the current coordinator is just packing up his desk." He paused and looked me in the eye. "I talked to Vince about you, he said if you want the job its yours. Are you interested?"
I got up and started to pace around the room. What the hell, where did all this come from?
"Mags? Your putting a hole through the carpet. What are you thinking?"
"AH! that's what I'm thinking. There's too much. I was thinking of a job around here in the Twin Cities. I hadn't even considered making that big of a move. We would have to move to Connecticut. Right? What will I do with Grayson? He's going to be starting kindergarten soon. He has to go to school and I."
Brock cut me off in mid sentence. "There is a traveling tutor available. Vince loved the idea of you so much he's ready to do anything to make it happen."
"I only met the man once when you guys came here last. How did he get so excited for me?"
"He is an excellent business man. He never forgets a face or a name, and he got such a big kick out of Grayson. He asks about him all the time. He's the one that got the Hurricane Mask and Cape for me to give to Gray."
Whoa. Now there is something that will startle a person. The head of a major corporation remembers you and your kid from 2 years ago.
"But what about my house? I can't sell it. I love it too much."
"Have Anna stay here. That way you always have a place here and you don't have to worry about it being empty."
"Boy don't you just have an answer for everything?" By this time I had stopped pacing and stood in the middle of the room looking at him. He really did have everything figure out.
Brock go off the couch and drew me into his arms, "Hey I may get smacked around, but I got some brains cells left. Why don't you just think about it? Vince said he'll keep it open for you until he hears from me."
I pulled away and looked at him, "You really think I could work at the WWE?"
"Hell yeah I do. It would be so great. You wouldn't have to deal with all that shit anymore at the agency. And I could keep an eye on you, so I wouldn't worry so much."
"You. Worry about me? What do you think I go through seeing you thrown into turnbuckles all the time."
"Well now you could see me after the match and know I'm all right. All the other wrestlers will love you and Grayson." He was speaking softly now and rubbing my back with his massive hands, "And if they don't, they'll answer to me."
Dammit. I hated when he rubbed my back like that. It makes a girl agree to anything. "Let me sleep on it," I said, "I'll let you know tomorrow afternoon. You wanna meet me for lunch? Come pick me up at the agency about noon."
"Yeah, that sounds good. You better get to bed Its getting late." He said looking at the clock.
"Oh geez yeah. Oh I put some towels and clean sheets on your bed, I thought you may want a shower."
"What?! You sayin' I stink?" Brock looked offended.
"Yeah I am." I laughed, "You got a problem wit' dat Mistah Wrestler Man?" and then I ran up the stairs, got ready for bed, and fell into a not quite so restful slumber.
Two hours later, the house was cleaned, supper had been eaten, and a freshly bathed, jammie clad, little boy sat eating a brownie from the second batch, since the first attempt had more dirt in it then I care to admit to, when a rental car pulled up to the porch right on time.
"7:30. He is so good." I said laughing looking at the clock "Gray, Brock's here."
"AHHHHHHHHHH!" and a once calm 5 year old became anything but that.
"So much for a boy at rests stays at rest" Anna said laughing "Unless activated by a Brock Force."
I rolled my eyes, "Anna that is so true."
Meanwhile Grayson was now running out of the house yelling, "Uncle BROCK!!" and then launched himself in the air and clinging around Brocks neck
"Hey Gray-man how you doin'? Your momma behaving herself?" Brock asked, looking at me standing in the screen door.
"Yeah she's ok. She made brownies," and then in a stage whisper added, "She had a date Saturday night."
"She Did? Did you do what I told you to so?"
"Uh-Huh"
"Good Kid." Brock said and ruffled Gray's hair.
Standing in the doorway, I laughed and said softly, "Grayson you are such a little tattle-tale." Walking outside I let the door bang behind me and waited for my two favorite blondes to walk up the stairs. "Hey stranger How ya been?" I asked.
Brock put Grayson down and gave me a big hug kissing me on the top of my head. If you have ever pulled a quilt out of the dryer and wrapped yourself in it, that's the equivalent of a Brock hug. It wraps around you and feels so warm. I snuggled in and sighed, it had been way to long.
"Hey yourself," he said loosening up his arms and looking down at me. "What's this I hear about a date?"
I looked down at Grayson who was dancing around us, and stuck my tongue out at him, and said "Tattle Tale" Grayson just shrieked with laughter and ran inside.
"C'mon in," I said opening the door, "Anna's looking forward to seeing you again."
"Uncle Brock, Uncle Brock. Come see my toys!" Grayson exclaimed.
"Yeah Yeah I'm coming I'm coming." Brock said, "Hey Anna, its good to see you. Has Grayson been behaving himself?"
"Oh Mister Brock, Its so good to have you here. Yes he is good. My little angel"
"C'mon Uncle Brock, "Gray said tugging at his hand
"Gray you have 15 minutes and then you need to go to bed. Brock will be here in the morning, You are staying right?" I said looking up him.
"Wha? Oh yeah if that's cool with you."
"Psh. Well Duh." I said rolling my eyes.
Brock laughed and chased Grayson down the hallway trying to tickle him.
"Anna you can go if you want. You don't need to stick around."
"Ok, G'night Miss Maggie. Don't stay up all night talking. You need your sleep"
"Yeah Mom I get it."
Anna smiled and gave me a hug and then walked out to her apartment above the garage.
I put the supper dishes away and then wandered down the hallway listening to the excited chattering Grayson who had proceeded to pull out every toy he owned to show his favorite person. "See I go this from Santa. It's a real Hurricane mask an' cape!"
"Whooaa. That is pretty cool Grayson," Brock said. "You must have been extra good this year."
"He was so good in fact," I said breaking in, "That he goes to bed without making a fuss. Right little man?"
Grayson looked up at me sadly, "Aww mom. Please 5 more minutes?"
"Sorry honey. You need to get some sleep. You can play with Brock tomorrow. C'mon I'll read you a story."
"Fine but I get to choose"
"You better believe you get to."
20 Minutes later I walked down the stairs and found Brock sitting on the couch watching TV. "There room for one more?" I asked.
"Well I was saving it for a special lady I know, but your cute so c'mon over."
"Ha!," I said, "What are we watching?"
"Law and Order re-runs."
"A man after my own heart. I think I have you trained."
Brock just laughed and lifted his arm as I sat down and snuggled against him. I laid on my back with my head on his chest and his arm across my chest. Its funny how something that would seem so heavy actually isn't and almost comforts you at the same time. We sat in comfortable silence as the heroes of Law and Order solved yet another crime within its one hour time slot.
"So," Brock said switching off the TV, "How's work going for you? I know last time things were kind rough"
I groaned. "You had to bring that up. Lets just say that if I put one more pencil hole in my ceiling I'm going to have a skylight. There are so many people there who can barely get through the door in the morning because their egos are too big. Things are still pretty rough. I though that once I got in a position of authority I might get a little respect, but that totally backfired. The gossip trains are vicious. Every day they have me sleeping with some other guy. And my boss is usually the individual starting that one." I paused for breath
"So it would be safe to assume that things suck, you are majorly unhappy, and would run away as fast as you could, am I right?"
"Ding! You get a gold star"
"What if I told you I found you a new job? Would you be interested?"
I sat up and looked him in the eye. "Have you been practicing your magic tricks lately? How are you going to manage that? I've looked, believe me I have. There is nothing out there."
"The WWE is looking for a new Travel Coordinator. They book the hotels, handle any problems, make sure the VIPs are comfortable, and the best part is, you get to do some traveling with us. As much as you want. It hasn't been advertised for, in fact the current coordinator is just packing up his desk." He paused and looked me in the eye. "I talked to Vince about you, he said if you want the job its yours. Are you interested?"
I got up and started to pace around the room. What the hell, where did all this come from?
"Mags? Your putting a hole through the carpet. What are you thinking?"
"AH! that's what I'm thinking. There's too much. I was thinking of a job around here in the Twin Cities. I hadn't even considered making that big of a move. We would have to move to Connecticut. Right? What will I do with Grayson? He's going to be starting kindergarten soon. He has to go to school and I."
Brock cut me off in mid sentence. "There is a traveling tutor available. Vince loved the idea of you so much he's ready to do anything to make it happen."
"I only met the man once when you guys came here last. How did he get so excited for me?"
"He is an excellent business man. He never forgets a face or a name, and he got such a big kick out of Grayson. He asks about him all the time. He's the one that got the Hurricane Mask and Cape for me to give to Gray."
Whoa. Now there is something that will startle a person. The head of a major corporation remembers you and your kid from 2 years ago.
"But what about my house? I can't sell it. I love it too much."
"Have Anna stay here. That way you always have a place here and you don't have to worry about it being empty."
"Boy don't you just have an answer for everything?" By this time I had stopped pacing and stood in the middle of the room looking at him. He really did have everything figure out.
Brock go off the couch and drew me into his arms, "Hey I may get smacked around, but I got some brains cells left. Why don't you just think about it? Vince said he'll keep it open for you until he hears from me."
I pulled away and looked at him, "You really think I could work at the WWE?"
"Hell yeah I do. It would be so great. You wouldn't have to deal with all that shit anymore at the agency. And I could keep an eye on you, so I wouldn't worry so much."
"You. Worry about me? What do you think I go through seeing you thrown into turnbuckles all the time."
"Well now you could see me after the match and know I'm all right. All the other wrestlers will love you and Grayson." He was speaking softly now and rubbing my back with his massive hands, "And if they don't, they'll answer to me."
Dammit. I hated when he rubbed my back like that. It makes a girl agree to anything. "Let me sleep on it," I said, "I'll let you know tomorrow afternoon. You wanna meet me for lunch? Come pick me up at the agency about noon."
"Yeah, that sounds good. You better get to bed Its getting late." He said looking at the clock.
"Oh geez yeah. Oh I put some towels and clean sheets on your bed, I thought you may want a shower."
"What?! You sayin' I stink?" Brock looked offended.
"Yeah I am." I laughed, "You got a problem wit' dat Mistah Wrestler Man?" and then I ran up the stairs, got ready for bed, and fell into a not quite so restful slumber.