AUTHORS NOTE! Greetings Campers!! Arts and Crafts will be held in Cabin
Fandango at 3pm. You have your choice of either creating Brock Lesnar's or
John Cena's abs out of paper mache. The watching of wrestling tapes will
take place in the main lodge tonight at 7pm. S'mores will be eaten by all.
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sitting and gsp THEY DON'T HAVE A COMPUTER!!! So I gotta write while I'm
at work (yeah that's ironic. Work. Lol) so be patient with me please! And
on a side note... I've been writing this story for a year now. WOW!!!!! HOLY
HELL WHERE HAS THE TIME GONE?! I'm a year older. shudders and says a quick
prayer "may I never act old." so to my point: you have stuck with me in
this story for a year, and I love you all for it. Cyber hugs and cookies to
you all! I had fun writing this chapter, so please let me know what you
think! Have a fantabulous day! –audacious
The drive home was quiet, with the occasional goofy glances between us.
"So when do you wanna get hitched and be the lil woman?" he asked winking at me and pulling into the driveway.
I smacked him in the arm as he parked next to Mark's rental. "Caveman. How's tomorrow?"
Brock coughed, "Tomorrow?"
I turned in the seat facing him, "Think about it... everyone we know is actually going to be here. Your parents are coming in for the show, our friends are in the show, and Anna is already here. Grayson is, well, that's debatable at the moment. It makes sense doesn't it?"
"Yea but tomorrow? Friday? Don't you have to do, girlie stuff before a wedding?"
I gave him a withering glance, "When since you have known me have I actually enjoyed doing 'girlie stuff'? Besides, the only girlfriend I have is Rick. And he doesn't look good in a taffeta bridesmaid dresses."
"Good point." He sighed. "How about Sunday?"
I thought about. "Why Sunday?"
"The show will be over, the guys will have more time, Ma and Dad will be here for sure." He trailed off as we climbed out of the monstrous SUV
Brock waited for me to come around and I took his hand in mine squeezing it, "Sunday it is."
I raised my head up and met his kiss, my arms wrapped around his neck as his hands spanned across my back and pulled me close.
Whimpering I pulled away only to see his grin. "What?" I asked smiling back
"I'm just imagining Anna's reaction. Now she won't have to hit me with her spoon."
I laughed hard and kissed him again, "Well let's go tell her then."
We didn't have to wait to tell her long. She met us at the door holding it open for us; a spoon was in her left hand. Brock winced in anticipation of a whack.
"Anna before you start the offense with your serving spoon task force, Brock and I need to tell you something."
She stopped in mid arc, "Well then come on in. Everyone's in the kitchen." And then tapped Brock in the shoulder with her weapon of choice.
Kurt, Mark, Sarah and even Paul Heyman, who stopped in mid-spoonful of Anna's stew, and stared as The Next Big Thing and I walked into the kitchen grinning like fools.
"Hey Paul." Brock drawled plopping into a chair and then pulled me onto his lap.
"Brock, how's it going?" Paul looked at us questionably, "You look like I just signed you again."
"Better then that Paul.... Maggie, would you like to do the honors?"
I grinned and then wiggled in his lap, feeling a form of self satisfaction as I felt him tense underneath me. "Brock and I have decided to get married." I paused for their exclamations and cheers, "on Sunday."
"Sunday?" Ann looked panicked, "But what about all the guests and the reception and the"
I interrupted her, "Its all taken care of. All of the guests are all ready in town. The reception will be here. And I want you to be my maid of honor."
Tears sprung into her eyes, "Oh baby." She laughed hugging me "of course." And then she hugged Brock before smacking him in the head with her spoon, "Took you long enough!"
Rubbing the sore spot he grimaced, "Well I can't say I'll miss the ah, encouragement."
Laughing I bent his head over and gave it a kiss, and then turned to our audience who were now smiling at us. "So yeah, that's the plan. Any questions?"
"Where's the rock?" Sarah asked.
"I uhh.. don't have on yet." I gave a sheepish smile.
"Actually you do. Its in my pocket." Brock shifted me over and pulled a small box out.
"Is that what that was?" I whispered in his ear
"Just wait till later." He said softly with a smirk. Brock opened the box and there sat a shining diamond solitaire in a platinum band. Smiling he kissed my cheek as I sat there in shock.
"Did you do an emergency shopping trip to the Shane Company (AN Jewelry store in the Twin Cities) today?" I teased still marveling at the size of the rock. It has to be a caret at least.
Everyone laughed as Brock said "No I've had it for awhile. You wanna see the receipt?"
I threw my arms around his neck, "I love it. Thank you."
He nuzzled my neck, giving me shivers and causing a giggle to escape from my lips.
Anna finally noticed the state of our clothes, "Maggie! What on earth have you been doing? Taking a shower with your clothes on? Get up there and change before you catch your death of cold." She smacked Brock in the butt with her spoon, "You too!"
"Ah!" he yelled ,"What was that for? I already asked her to marry me I thought we were all done with the spoon!"
"Not a chance," she called out after us, "Now you're family and I really gotta hit ya!!"
He groaned. "Great"
Brock left me with a kiss and a wink and then headed to the spare room where he had some dry clothes stashed away.
Quickly shedding my wet clothes in the bathroom, I threw a pair of light cotton pants and my last clean tank top on and grabbed a towel giving my wet head a good rub, wincing as I hit a snarl. "Damn" I cursed under my breath.
"Tsk Tsk" Brock stood in the doorway with his arms crossed and a stern look on his face, "I don't think I can tolerate that kind of language from my wife."
I grinned and pointed a finger at him, "We ain't hitched yet pretty boy. Now git over here and give me some lovin'"
"Hell the ol' ball and chain routine already?" He came forward; his white button down shirt was open and fluttered open with his movements. My eye followed down his chest to his abs and watched with silent satisfaction as they came closer.
"hey you." He snapped his fingers bringing me out of my trace, "Can we have eye contact? I'm not a hunk of meat you know."
My eyes jerked to his, a light blush on my cheeks. "Well I can't help it if your prancing around half naked."
He laughed, pulling me into his arms and giving me a soul searing kiss. I moaned softly as he pulled away and placed a kiss on my forehead. "I love you."
"hmm love you too." I said softly resting my head on his chest. I brought my hand up admiring the ring. "I love the rock too."
I could feel him grin, "Is it big enough?"
I peered back at him, "Big enough? Hell, I could signal the space station with enough light."
Brock shook his head and pulled me closer, "There you go again, swearin' like a soldier."
Snuggling in, I said, "I can't wait to tell Grayson." "Me neither. SO," he paused, "what dirt hole were you rolling in?"
"What?" I looked up at him, obviously confused.
He just pointed at the pile of tank tops on the floor, one dirtier then the other.
Laughing I explained about my cleaning efforts in the attic. He looked at me disbelievingly.
"Yeah right." His tone clearly skeptical.
Rolling my eyes, I grabbed his hand and led him out the door, "Oh ye of little faith."
With the door open I struggled for the light switch and gave a happy "ha!" when I found it. The wooden stairs creaked under our weight, but we made it safely.
I turned with a smug look on my face. "Well?"
Brock arched an eyebrow, "you call this clean?"
"Oh lord!" and then I hit him as he laughed.
"No really I'm quite impressed. What's all that stuff up there?" He asked pointing to a jumble of boxes and other items.
"Ahhh... that's all of Becca's stuff. I've been meaning to get to it." I pulled over a ladder and climbed up. "I've been meaning to look for her picture albums. There are quite a few that Gray would like to see. Now that you're here you can help me! You lucky boy."
Brock started to whine as I handed him a box. The light wasn't that good in this corner of the attic so I was straining to make out the words on the boxes. I reached as far back as I could and grasped the box I thought was the right one. I pulled it, handing it down to Brock and said, "Careful with this the bottom is rotted ou—"and then watched horrified as the bottom fell out and the contents went crashing to the floor.
"Shit!" Brock exclaimed eyeing the pile of debris at his feet. "Oh baby I'm sorry. Its all my fault." I jumped off the ladder falling to my knees and began assessing the damage.
"No its fine, I don't think any thing broke. Just the pictures fell out of the books. I could be a lot worse I guess."
He stooped down and pulled something up, "This must me her music box, eh?" He lifted up the lid and "Fur Elise" filled the attic. "It still works, But I think the drawer broke."
I looked at him confused. "Drawer? Her jewelry box never had a drawer, jus the lid."
"Well, I'm crazy, but look." He handed the box over and sure enough a drawer was protruding slightly from the bottom.
"Weird." I pulled the drawer and a photograph fluttered to the ground. Ignoring that for a minute, I pulled out a folded piece of paper, slightly yellowing with age.
With a shaking hand I unfolded it and gasped as I read the words, "Oh my god. Brock. Oh my God."
"What?!" he exclaimed worriedly.
I ignored the question and rushed past him and down the stairs, yelling "Oh my god SARAH!! SARAH!!"
Brock followed me down the stairs, holding the photograph. "Holy Shit." He muttered. "Holy Shit."
The drive home was quiet, with the occasional goofy glances between us.
"So when do you wanna get hitched and be the lil woman?" he asked winking at me and pulling into the driveway.
I smacked him in the arm as he parked next to Mark's rental. "Caveman. How's tomorrow?"
Brock coughed, "Tomorrow?"
I turned in the seat facing him, "Think about it... everyone we know is actually going to be here. Your parents are coming in for the show, our friends are in the show, and Anna is already here. Grayson is, well, that's debatable at the moment. It makes sense doesn't it?"
"Yea but tomorrow? Friday? Don't you have to do, girlie stuff before a wedding?"
I gave him a withering glance, "When since you have known me have I actually enjoyed doing 'girlie stuff'? Besides, the only girlfriend I have is Rick. And he doesn't look good in a taffeta bridesmaid dresses."
"Good point." He sighed. "How about Sunday?"
I thought about. "Why Sunday?"
"The show will be over, the guys will have more time, Ma and Dad will be here for sure." He trailed off as we climbed out of the monstrous SUV
Brock waited for me to come around and I took his hand in mine squeezing it, "Sunday it is."
I raised my head up and met his kiss, my arms wrapped around his neck as his hands spanned across my back and pulled me close.
Whimpering I pulled away only to see his grin. "What?" I asked smiling back
"I'm just imagining Anna's reaction. Now she won't have to hit me with her spoon."
I laughed hard and kissed him again, "Well let's go tell her then."
We didn't have to wait to tell her long. She met us at the door holding it open for us; a spoon was in her left hand. Brock winced in anticipation of a whack.
"Anna before you start the offense with your serving spoon task force, Brock and I need to tell you something."
She stopped in mid arc, "Well then come on in. Everyone's in the kitchen." And then tapped Brock in the shoulder with her weapon of choice.
Kurt, Mark, Sarah and even Paul Heyman, who stopped in mid-spoonful of Anna's stew, and stared as The Next Big Thing and I walked into the kitchen grinning like fools.
"Hey Paul." Brock drawled plopping into a chair and then pulled me onto his lap.
"Brock, how's it going?" Paul looked at us questionably, "You look like I just signed you again."
"Better then that Paul.... Maggie, would you like to do the honors?"
I grinned and then wiggled in his lap, feeling a form of self satisfaction as I felt him tense underneath me. "Brock and I have decided to get married." I paused for their exclamations and cheers, "on Sunday."
"Sunday?" Ann looked panicked, "But what about all the guests and the reception and the"
I interrupted her, "Its all taken care of. All of the guests are all ready in town. The reception will be here. And I want you to be my maid of honor."
Tears sprung into her eyes, "Oh baby." She laughed hugging me "of course." And then she hugged Brock before smacking him in the head with her spoon, "Took you long enough!"
Rubbing the sore spot he grimaced, "Well I can't say I'll miss the ah, encouragement."
Laughing I bent his head over and gave it a kiss, and then turned to our audience who were now smiling at us. "So yeah, that's the plan. Any questions?"
"Where's the rock?" Sarah asked.
"I uhh.. don't have on yet." I gave a sheepish smile.
"Actually you do. Its in my pocket." Brock shifted me over and pulled a small box out.
"Is that what that was?" I whispered in his ear
"Just wait till later." He said softly with a smirk. Brock opened the box and there sat a shining diamond solitaire in a platinum band. Smiling he kissed my cheek as I sat there in shock.
"Did you do an emergency shopping trip to the Shane Company (AN Jewelry store in the Twin Cities) today?" I teased still marveling at the size of the rock. It has to be a caret at least.
Everyone laughed as Brock said "No I've had it for awhile. You wanna see the receipt?"
I threw my arms around his neck, "I love it. Thank you."
He nuzzled my neck, giving me shivers and causing a giggle to escape from my lips.
Anna finally noticed the state of our clothes, "Maggie! What on earth have you been doing? Taking a shower with your clothes on? Get up there and change before you catch your death of cold." She smacked Brock in the butt with her spoon, "You too!"
"Ah!" he yelled ,"What was that for? I already asked her to marry me I thought we were all done with the spoon!"
"Not a chance," she called out after us, "Now you're family and I really gotta hit ya!!"
He groaned. "Great"
Brock left me with a kiss and a wink and then headed to the spare room where he had some dry clothes stashed away.
Quickly shedding my wet clothes in the bathroom, I threw a pair of light cotton pants and my last clean tank top on and grabbed a towel giving my wet head a good rub, wincing as I hit a snarl. "Damn" I cursed under my breath.
"Tsk Tsk" Brock stood in the doorway with his arms crossed and a stern look on his face, "I don't think I can tolerate that kind of language from my wife."
I grinned and pointed a finger at him, "We ain't hitched yet pretty boy. Now git over here and give me some lovin'"
"Hell the ol' ball and chain routine already?" He came forward; his white button down shirt was open and fluttered open with his movements. My eye followed down his chest to his abs and watched with silent satisfaction as they came closer.
"hey you." He snapped his fingers bringing me out of my trace, "Can we have eye contact? I'm not a hunk of meat you know."
My eyes jerked to his, a light blush on my cheeks. "Well I can't help it if your prancing around half naked."
He laughed, pulling me into his arms and giving me a soul searing kiss. I moaned softly as he pulled away and placed a kiss on my forehead. "I love you."
"hmm love you too." I said softly resting my head on his chest. I brought my hand up admiring the ring. "I love the rock too."
I could feel him grin, "Is it big enough?"
I peered back at him, "Big enough? Hell, I could signal the space station with enough light."
Brock shook his head and pulled me closer, "There you go again, swearin' like a soldier."
Snuggling in, I said, "I can't wait to tell Grayson." "Me neither. SO," he paused, "what dirt hole were you rolling in?"
"What?" I looked up at him, obviously confused.
He just pointed at the pile of tank tops on the floor, one dirtier then the other.
Laughing I explained about my cleaning efforts in the attic. He looked at me disbelievingly.
"Yeah right." His tone clearly skeptical.
Rolling my eyes, I grabbed his hand and led him out the door, "Oh ye of little faith."
With the door open I struggled for the light switch and gave a happy "ha!" when I found it. The wooden stairs creaked under our weight, but we made it safely.
I turned with a smug look on my face. "Well?"
Brock arched an eyebrow, "you call this clean?"
"Oh lord!" and then I hit him as he laughed.
"No really I'm quite impressed. What's all that stuff up there?" He asked pointing to a jumble of boxes and other items.
"Ahhh... that's all of Becca's stuff. I've been meaning to get to it." I pulled over a ladder and climbed up. "I've been meaning to look for her picture albums. There are quite a few that Gray would like to see. Now that you're here you can help me! You lucky boy."
Brock started to whine as I handed him a box. The light wasn't that good in this corner of the attic so I was straining to make out the words on the boxes. I reached as far back as I could and grasped the box I thought was the right one. I pulled it, handing it down to Brock and said, "Careful with this the bottom is rotted ou—"and then watched horrified as the bottom fell out and the contents went crashing to the floor.
"Shit!" Brock exclaimed eyeing the pile of debris at his feet. "Oh baby I'm sorry. Its all my fault." I jumped off the ladder falling to my knees and began assessing the damage.
"No its fine, I don't think any thing broke. Just the pictures fell out of the books. I could be a lot worse I guess."
He stooped down and pulled something up, "This must me her music box, eh?" He lifted up the lid and "Fur Elise" filled the attic. "It still works, But I think the drawer broke."
I looked at him confused. "Drawer? Her jewelry box never had a drawer, jus the lid."
"Well, I'm crazy, but look." He handed the box over and sure enough a drawer was protruding slightly from the bottom.
"Weird." I pulled the drawer and a photograph fluttered to the ground. Ignoring that for a minute, I pulled out a folded piece of paper, slightly yellowing with age.
With a shaking hand I unfolded it and gasped as I read the words, "Oh my god. Brock. Oh my God."
"What?!" he exclaimed worriedly.
I ignored the question and rushed past him and down the stairs, yelling "Oh my god SARAH!! SARAH!!"
Brock followed me down the stairs, holding the photograph. "Holy Shit." He muttered. "Holy Shit."