Chapter 17
Lesnar's Memory Lane
"So then Brock runs out of the house, butt naked, hits his head on the mailbox and lands flat on his caboose!" Richard said laughing. The whole table roared with laughter. Even Kristen managed to giggle as Brock turned beet red.
"Dad, I was two. Get over it." Brock mumbled. Melanie smiled.
"I thought your dad said you were twelve!" The table began laughing again as Brock shoved another spoonful of mashed potatoes into his mouth. Another half hour later, the desserts came out.
"Ugh, I can't eat another bite Stephanie, I'm stuffed!" Melanie said holding her stomach. She placed a slice of cheesecake onto her plate anyway.
"I'll have to work off this extra weight tonight, otherwise I'll blow up tomorrow!" Melanie said to Brock. He smirked.
"Let's go for a walk then, I wanna show you the farmhouse." He said quietly. Melanie nodded and grabbed her coat as she followed Brock outside.
It was freezing out side. The thermometer read 15 degrees as Melanie entered the farmhouse. Brock rushed ahead of her and climbed onto a ladder and disappeared when he reached the top of the ledge.
"Come up Mel!" He called from the top of the hayloft. Melanie laughed.
"Are you joking? That old thing? It can barely hold you much less you and me!" Brock's head peaked over the edge. He had a 'puppy dog' look on his face that Melanie couldn't resist. She wrapped her long skirt closer around her legs as she climbed the ladder.
Once she reached the top, Brock was laying down on a large pile of hay, looking up at the ceiling.
"I used to come up here a lot when I was a kid. I thought it was the coolest place in the world." Brock said. His hands were tucked under his head. He seemed to be very peaceful, his face was relaxed, and there was a tiny smile on his face. Melanie lay down next to him. There was a hole in the roof, allowing them to look up at the night sky. It had stopped snowing. It was an unusually clear night. Melanie shivered.
"Must have been nice to have a place all to yourself." Melanie said. Brock nodded.
"Sometimes, I just felt like getting away from others. You know, just to be alone. I never let anyone come up here. They'd probably think I was some sort of psycho." He said rolling his eyes. Melanie tore her eyes away from the beautiful starry sky toward Brock.
"I'm glad you brought me up here. You're not crazy. I think anyone who wouldn't wanna be up her is." She said softly. Brock turned his head away from Melanie.
"Yeah, well I think I might be a little crazy." He said, still not making eye contact. Melanie put her hand on his shoulder. Just then, Brock's cell phone rang. Brock was startled and sat up quickly, hitting his nose on the wall.
"Ouch! Aw, shit! God that hurts!" Brock said holding his nose. Melanie grabbed his cell phone and answered.
"Hello? Hi Stephanie!" Melanie said. Brock looked at Mel.
"Is that my mom?" Brock asked. He was still holding his nose.
"No. Stephanie…Stephanie McMahon." She said quietly. Brock rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, Steph, Merry Christmas to you too. What? Oh Brock? Uh, he's a little busy right now. No Steph, not with me!" Melanie whispered into the receiver. "Listen I gotta go. Yeah, say hi to Shane for me. And Vince. Yeah, and your moth…" Brock grabbed the phone and hung up. Melanie stared at him.
"Sorry." He said apologetically. "I'm bleeding. Can you go get some ice? There's a pack right over there." He said patiently. Melanie crawled over to a box on the other side of the loft. She came back with an ice pack and gave it to Brock. He slammed it onto his nose.
"Aww, crap! Oww that hurt!" Brock cried in pain. Melanie put his head on her lap and gently placed the ice on his nose. Brock couldn't believe how light and soft her touch was. Brock was used to being pushed and shoved and hustled. Never was anyone so gentle with him.
"You are so beautiful, it hurts." Brock said touching her cheeks. Melanie laughed.
" You might be confused. It's your nose that hurts." She whispered. Brock shook his head.
" I think it's my heart." Brock said quietly. Melanie sat there, holding Brock in her arms. She didn't know what to say. Fortunately for her, she didn't have time to say anything.
"Brock? Melanie? Are you up here?" A voice said from down below them. Melanie peaked over the edge and turned toward Brock.
"It's your mom, we better get down there. Can you make it on your own?" Brock nodded.
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