Authors Note: OK SO I made a resolution that I was going to update more, so
here I am making good! Thanks for reading. I really truly enjoy your
reviews. They light up my day. Ok FUNNY STORY TIME!!! So SMACKDOWN! comes
to the humble cities of Minneapolis/St. Paul back in January and of course
my brother (the cute and adorable Levi), Computer God friend and I go. We
make a few signs, and Levi is in charge of carrying them in. However!
Apparently, they need to READ the signs before you can bring them. No big
deal right? Riiiight, well see here's the thing, one of the signs I made
was "I wanna make babies with Brock." (Original right?). and he's the one
holding the signs!!! SO I'm dancing around going "that's my sign not his!!"
He is turning bright red, and the woman reading the signs is looking at the
sign to him and back to the sign again. And then she says, "I'm going to
have to ask somebody else about this." And as it turns out, my sign was
"vulgar" and I couldn't bring it in! Well poopies on them!! And then Levi
had a sign that said "shut the hell up." But that was ok and he could bring
that in. Go freakin Figure. Ok fun story time is now over. Thanks for
joining me. And begin!
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Soft lips on my temple woke me up with a start, "Wha?"
"Hey sleepyhead." Brock fell onto the bed and wrapped an arm around my middle.
I turned over sleepily snuggling onto his chest, "Hmm, what time is it?"
"Almost 7:30"
"Crap I slept that long?"
His hand threaded into my hair, kissing the top of my head, "You were out of it. You feelin' ok?"
"Yeah I guess." I sighed. "Have you eaten?"
"Anna left some stew on the stove for us. I already had a bowl."
I peered up at him,"So you're ready for another?"
He laughed, the deep rumble tickling my ear, "How did ya guess?"
"I gambled on that one." I sighed again, "I wish you were going to be there tomorrow."
"I know baby, But I'll be back early Wednesday. The show's in St. Louis so I'm not that far away. I'll be back before you know it."
I only groaned and pulled away slightly to have a better look at him. His face was relaxed, the skin smooth, no worry lines yet on his baby, Neanderthal face. The only hint of emotion was in his eyes, and it was a combination of amusement, love, and something else, more then likely the desire to see me naked. My fingertips lightly traced his jaw, the faint stubble tickled. My thumb moved to his lips, slowly rubbing.
"So," he said finally breaking the silence, "What's a guy like me gotta do to get a girl like you out of bed?"
I grinned, "Usually it the other way around, and you're wondering how's a guy like you supposed to get a girl like me INTO bed."
"I've all ready solved that one."
"Oh?"
"Well? Look where you are. I'm obviously doing something right"
"Touché" I said grinning. "Well," I said sitting up and stretching, "I suppose its time to get more food in you. You're worse then a baby with every 2 hour feedings."
Brock cheered and threw the covers over my head as he headed to the stairs.
By the time I got to the kitchen, Brock was on his second bowl and my first was sitting on the table. "Three bowls?" I asked, an eyebrow raised as I sat down, "Isn't that overdoing it?"
He just groaned, "I swear this stuff is drugged to make it addictive. Anna can make this and mail it to me."
We ate in comfortable silence, with the only sounds being spoons scraping against the bowls and an occasionally joyful whimper from Brock. "So, have you thought about having more kids?" came the question totally from left field that causing me to slightly choke on a potato.
"Yes, and where did that come from?" I put my spoon down, obviously he had been thinking, and that kind of scared me.
He walked over to the table and sat down before giving his answer, "I dunno I guess I've been doing some thinking," he glanced at me, "yeah I know, 'dangerous'."
I smiled at the 'dangerous' part. Lord knows that was true. "So what have you been thinking about?"
"Kids. Life. If I'm still gonna be wrestling in 5 years. What am I gonna do after wrestling. Just stuff."
I leaned forward ignoring what was left of my stew, "So what brought this on?"
"This whole battle-thing over Grayson, it just got me thinking. I mean I know how I feel about the whole thing, and its just tearin' me up. And if I fell this strongly about it, I'm sure yer feelings are about 10 times stronger. I dunno. It just got me thinking."
"About having kids and your future." I asked just to clarify and make sure we were on the same page.
"Yeah." He paused, "Mom made an observation on the phone today that we, me an' you, would make beautiful babies." He flushed slightly.
Ah. So that's what this was all about. Stephanie Lesnar had been stirring the pot a bit. "Your mom certainly is the farmer." I said with a slight grin, "She's plantin' seeds."
"Yeah I know its crazy." He got up, clearly uncomfortable, "You know just forget I said anything. Its just crazy." He repeated staring out the window at the sink.
I gathered up my dishes and went to where he was. "You know it's not so crazy," I finally said, wrapping an arm around him so I could put my bowl in the sink. He turned to face me and our eyes met. His hands running down my arms, stopping at my waist. Effortlessly, he lifted me up placing me on the counter.
Impulsively my arms encircled his neck, "And yes, I have through about it. And I agree with your mom, we would make beautiful babies." Brock grinned and looked at the ceiling, "Big, beautiful blonde babies, with giant Norwegian square heads." I put my hands on his cheeks and shook him a little, and started to laugh, "All of them no smaller then 6 foot. Even the girls." I bent my head against his chest, still giggling, amused at the thought
He finally started laughing and I could feel him relax.
"So did mommy-dearest give us a deadline?"
"No"
I kissed him softly, "Then lets not worry about it right now ok? Lets get through the trial, get Gray home, and then we can start worrying about makin' babies and whatever else."
"OK." He looked hopeful, "We can still practice right?"
"You big ape." Was my only reply.
"One more question."
"And that would be?"
"How many?"
"How many what? How many times we get to practice?" I was just playing with him, "I think maybe once or twice – "
"A day?" he asked optimistically.
"Psh no, a month silly." He groaned, collapsing against me. Now pinned between the cupboard and the big oaf, I had little chance of escape. He groaned again, his face buried in the crook in my neck, "But I am open for negotiations." I whispered directly in his ear enjoying the reaction it always got me with the full body shiver from him.
"Oh? He peered back at me, "you willing to do a little 'negotiating' right now?"
I wrapped my legs tighter against his waist, "I think so, what are your opening remarks?"
His lips trailed along my jaw line, and then slowly down my throat, his kisses punctuating his words, "You're beautiful. Gorgeous. Elegant. Sexy. Bossy."
I started to object as his mouth closed onto mine, capturing my lips. My eyes closed as I leaned into it, my lips meeting his motion. I ran my tongue along his lip, caressing his as he opened his mouth. Sticking my hand inside his shirt, enjoying the feeling of his muscles tightening in reaction to my touch.
"Upstairs?" he panted, breaking of the kiss.
I nodded, hopping off the counter and heading to the stairs, "And Brock? I'd like 3 more."
"Four's a good number." He said grinning.
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I woke up the next morning clutching his pillow, but not him, in a cold bed. He had left without saying goodbye. Which probably was a good thing. Unless he had said goodbye, and I just was out of it. I stared at the ceiling. OK, It was too early to start thinking this hard. I groaned climbing out of bed. The house was still quiet as I stumbled about, cursing softly as I stubbed my toe on the door into the bathroom. Sarah and I had a court time at 11, and she was coming at 9:30. "Damn people and damn early mornings." I blinked as I hit the light in the bathroom and started up the shower. As I grabbed my towel, something fell and the fluttering caught my eye. I bent over to grab it, wrapped my towel around me as I sat down to read the note.
It read: "Morning Baby, Sorry I didn't wake you up" Ah I thought, well that answers the one. "You just looked so peaceful I couldn't. Good luck in court this morning, I'll be thinking of you. Gray-boy loves you, keep that in mind. I left my car at the airport so you don't have to worry about picking me up. I'll be in the air right after the show and should be home by 3am. Enjoy your shower. Brock
I smiled as I folded the note back up. I don't know what I did to deserve him, but obviously I did something right. The steam was starting to pour out of the shower so I climbed in. Quickly I washed up, and then let the hot water pound my back. I stretched enjoying the feeling of my back popping in all the right places. Sighing, I regretfully turned the water off and climbed out, quickly drying off. I glanced at the mirror as I walked past to my room, and then backed up to get another look. Brock had left me a note on the mirror and the steam had caused it to show up,
"Kids then marry? Or marry first? Love you. Br-"I read out loud. I grinned; he had run out of room to sign the rest of his name. I wasn't sure if that was exactly a proposal, but I was glad he had brought it up. I had wanted to last night, but a certain someone had distracted me. Still grinning like an idiot, "Marry first." I said wiping the top half off the mirror leaving the 'Love you. Br-' for future reference.
I grabbed my favorite suit from the closet thanking my lucky stars that I had remembered to hang it up. I took the shirt I usually wore with it and threw it on the bed, grabbing a more conservative, less cleavage showing shirt. It was amazing I still had one. Some nice tall heels completed it and I ran down the stairs, meeting Anna in the kitchen as she was pouring a cup of coffee.
"It's so quiet," she remarked, staring at the cup in front of her. We had been sitting at the table for 15 minutes, not speaking. Each of us lost in our own thoughts. "I miss his chatter."
I came back with, "I miss his laughter when he spills his-"
"-Cheerios" she said with me. We both smiled at each other.
"You've been really good to us Anna, I hope you know that."
Anna got up, slightly uncomfortable with the praise I was giving her, "Now Maggie, You gave me more then I could ever want."
I looked at her curiously, "What's that?"
"A family and people to love." She turned, an unshed tear gleamed form her eye. "That's why I stopped calling you 'Miss Maggie'. I don't know if you realized."
"I did."
She poured me another cup of coffee, "I guess when all this happened, I truly realized how much you two –three- matter to me."
I smiled and squeezed her hand, "I'm honored that you consider us family."
She returned the smile and then got all business, "Now lets see you. Stand up, lets see if you are acceptable for court."
Rolling my eyes, I obeyed dutifully by doing a pirouette for her, "Satisfied?"
"Lovely." Movement caught her eye, "Sarah is here, time to go! I will follow you in my car ok?"
"That's fine." She left the kitchen to the garage as I walked outside, locking the door behind me. "Morning Sarah."
"Hey sugar, where the beefcake today?"
I grinned, "He's in St. Louis tonight for the Smackdown taping, he'll be back tomorrow for what ever you need him for."
"Good deal. Anna ready? She should be first up today hopefully, when we present our side."
"As far as I know she is." I glanced as Anna's car appeared behind Sarah's and then grinned over the roof at Sarah, "Lets go kick ass."
She laughed, "Your lips to God's ears!"
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Soft lips on my temple woke me up with a start, "Wha?"
"Hey sleepyhead." Brock fell onto the bed and wrapped an arm around my middle.
I turned over sleepily snuggling onto his chest, "Hmm, what time is it?"
"Almost 7:30"
"Crap I slept that long?"
His hand threaded into my hair, kissing the top of my head, "You were out of it. You feelin' ok?"
"Yeah I guess." I sighed. "Have you eaten?"
"Anna left some stew on the stove for us. I already had a bowl."
I peered up at him,"So you're ready for another?"
He laughed, the deep rumble tickling my ear, "How did ya guess?"
"I gambled on that one." I sighed again, "I wish you were going to be there tomorrow."
"I know baby, But I'll be back early Wednesday. The show's in St. Louis so I'm not that far away. I'll be back before you know it."
I only groaned and pulled away slightly to have a better look at him. His face was relaxed, the skin smooth, no worry lines yet on his baby, Neanderthal face. The only hint of emotion was in his eyes, and it was a combination of amusement, love, and something else, more then likely the desire to see me naked. My fingertips lightly traced his jaw, the faint stubble tickled. My thumb moved to his lips, slowly rubbing.
"So," he said finally breaking the silence, "What's a guy like me gotta do to get a girl like you out of bed?"
I grinned, "Usually it the other way around, and you're wondering how's a guy like you supposed to get a girl like me INTO bed."
"I've all ready solved that one."
"Oh?"
"Well? Look where you are. I'm obviously doing something right"
"Touché" I said grinning. "Well," I said sitting up and stretching, "I suppose its time to get more food in you. You're worse then a baby with every 2 hour feedings."
Brock cheered and threw the covers over my head as he headed to the stairs.
By the time I got to the kitchen, Brock was on his second bowl and my first was sitting on the table. "Three bowls?" I asked, an eyebrow raised as I sat down, "Isn't that overdoing it?"
He just groaned, "I swear this stuff is drugged to make it addictive. Anna can make this and mail it to me."
We ate in comfortable silence, with the only sounds being spoons scraping against the bowls and an occasionally joyful whimper from Brock. "So, have you thought about having more kids?" came the question totally from left field that causing me to slightly choke on a potato.
"Yes, and where did that come from?" I put my spoon down, obviously he had been thinking, and that kind of scared me.
He walked over to the table and sat down before giving his answer, "I dunno I guess I've been doing some thinking," he glanced at me, "yeah I know, 'dangerous'."
I smiled at the 'dangerous' part. Lord knows that was true. "So what have you been thinking about?"
"Kids. Life. If I'm still gonna be wrestling in 5 years. What am I gonna do after wrestling. Just stuff."
I leaned forward ignoring what was left of my stew, "So what brought this on?"
"This whole battle-thing over Grayson, it just got me thinking. I mean I know how I feel about the whole thing, and its just tearin' me up. And if I fell this strongly about it, I'm sure yer feelings are about 10 times stronger. I dunno. It just got me thinking."
"About having kids and your future." I asked just to clarify and make sure we were on the same page.
"Yeah." He paused, "Mom made an observation on the phone today that we, me an' you, would make beautiful babies." He flushed slightly.
Ah. So that's what this was all about. Stephanie Lesnar had been stirring the pot a bit. "Your mom certainly is the farmer." I said with a slight grin, "She's plantin' seeds."
"Yeah I know its crazy." He got up, clearly uncomfortable, "You know just forget I said anything. Its just crazy." He repeated staring out the window at the sink.
I gathered up my dishes and went to where he was. "You know it's not so crazy," I finally said, wrapping an arm around him so I could put my bowl in the sink. He turned to face me and our eyes met. His hands running down my arms, stopping at my waist. Effortlessly, he lifted me up placing me on the counter.
Impulsively my arms encircled his neck, "And yes, I have through about it. And I agree with your mom, we would make beautiful babies." Brock grinned and looked at the ceiling, "Big, beautiful blonde babies, with giant Norwegian square heads." I put my hands on his cheeks and shook him a little, and started to laugh, "All of them no smaller then 6 foot. Even the girls." I bent my head against his chest, still giggling, amused at the thought
He finally started laughing and I could feel him relax.
"So did mommy-dearest give us a deadline?"
"No"
I kissed him softly, "Then lets not worry about it right now ok? Lets get through the trial, get Gray home, and then we can start worrying about makin' babies and whatever else."
"OK." He looked hopeful, "We can still practice right?"
"You big ape." Was my only reply.
"One more question."
"And that would be?"
"How many?"
"How many what? How many times we get to practice?" I was just playing with him, "I think maybe once or twice – "
"A day?" he asked optimistically.
"Psh no, a month silly." He groaned, collapsing against me. Now pinned between the cupboard and the big oaf, I had little chance of escape. He groaned again, his face buried in the crook in my neck, "But I am open for negotiations." I whispered directly in his ear enjoying the reaction it always got me with the full body shiver from him.
"Oh? He peered back at me, "you willing to do a little 'negotiating' right now?"
I wrapped my legs tighter against his waist, "I think so, what are your opening remarks?"
His lips trailed along my jaw line, and then slowly down my throat, his kisses punctuating his words, "You're beautiful. Gorgeous. Elegant. Sexy. Bossy."
I started to object as his mouth closed onto mine, capturing my lips. My eyes closed as I leaned into it, my lips meeting his motion. I ran my tongue along his lip, caressing his as he opened his mouth. Sticking my hand inside his shirt, enjoying the feeling of his muscles tightening in reaction to my touch.
"Upstairs?" he panted, breaking of the kiss.
I nodded, hopping off the counter and heading to the stairs, "And Brock? I'd like 3 more."
"Four's a good number." He said grinning.
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I woke up the next morning clutching his pillow, but not him, in a cold bed. He had left without saying goodbye. Which probably was a good thing. Unless he had said goodbye, and I just was out of it. I stared at the ceiling. OK, It was too early to start thinking this hard. I groaned climbing out of bed. The house was still quiet as I stumbled about, cursing softly as I stubbed my toe on the door into the bathroom. Sarah and I had a court time at 11, and she was coming at 9:30. "Damn people and damn early mornings." I blinked as I hit the light in the bathroom and started up the shower. As I grabbed my towel, something fell and the fluttering caught my eye. I bent over to grab it, wrapped my towel around me as I sat down to read the note.
It read: "Morning Baby, Sorry I didn't wake you up" Ah I thought, well that answers the one. "You just looked so peaceful I couldn't. Good luck in court this morning, I'll be thinking of you. Gray-boy loves you, keep that in mind. I left my car at the airport so you don't have to worry about picking me up. I'll be in the air right after the show and should be home by 3am. Enjoy your shower. Brock
I smiled as I folded the note back up. I don't know what I did to deserve him, but obviously I did something right. The steam was starting to pour out of the shower so I climbed in. Quickly I washed up, and then let the hot water pound my back. I stretched enjoying the feeling of my back popping in all the right places. Sighing, I regretfully turned the water off and climbed out, quickly drying off. I glanced at the mirror as I walked past to my room, and then backed up to get another look. Brock had left me a note on the mirror and the steam had caused it to show up,
"Kids then marry? Or marry first? Love you. Br-"I read out loud. I grinned; he had run out of room to sign the rest of his name. I wasn't sure if that was exactly a proposal, but I was glad he had brought it up. I had wanted to last night, but a certain someone had distracted me. Still grinning like an idiot, "Marry first." I said wiping the top half off the mirror leaving the 'Love you. Br-' for future reference.
I grabbed my favorite suit from the closet thanking my lucky stars that I had remembered to hang it up. I took the shirt I usually wore with it and threw it on the bed, grabbing a more conservative, less cleavage showing shirt. It was amazing I still had one. Some nice tall heels completed it and I ran down the stairs, meeting Anna in the kitchen as she was pouring a cup of coffee.
"It's so quiet," she remarked, staring at the cup in front of her. We had been sitting at the table for 15 minutes, not speaking. Each of us lost in our own thoughts. "I miss his chatter."
I came back with, "I miss his laughter when he spills his-"
"-Cheerios" she said with me. We both smiled at each other.
"You've been really good to us Anna, I hope you know that."
Anna got up, slightly uncomfortable with the praise I was giving her, "Now Maggie, You gave me more then I could ever want."
I looked at her curiously, "What's that?"
"A family and people to love." She turned, an unshed tear gleamed form her eye. "That's why I stopped calling you 'Miss Maggie'. I don't know if you realized."
"I did."
She poured me another cup of coffee, "I guess when all this happened, I truly realized how much you two –three- matter to me."
I smiled and squeezed her hand, "I'm honored that you consider us family."
She returned the smile and then got all business, "Now lets see you. Stand up, lets see if you are acceptable for court."
Rolling my eyes, I obeyed dutifully by doing a pirouette for her, "Satisfied?"
"Lovely." Movement caught her eye, "Sarah is here, time to go! I will follow you in my car ok?"
"That's fine." She left the kitchen to the garage as I walked outside, locking the door behind me. "Morning Sarah."
"Hey sugar, where the beefcake today?"
I grinned, "He's in St. Louis tonight for the Smackdown taping, he'll be back tomorrow for what ever you need him for."
"Good deal. Anna ready? She should be first up today hopefully, when we present our side."
"As far as I know she is." I glanced as Anna's car appeared behind Sarah's and then grinned over the roof at Sarah, "Lets go kick ass."
She laughed, "Your lips to God's ears!"