The Journey
Chapter 14: A New Life
September 16, 2004
Six years later...
"Steph, hey baby." Paul kissed his wife on the cheek as he wiped sweat from his exposed chest. He had just finished working out when Stephanie came home.
"Hey Paul." Stephanie smiled at her handsome husband.
"How was work today?"
"Oh same oh, same oh. I had to meet with daddy and the head writers today." Stephanie told him. She had gotten her degree in business and her father hired her on the creative team, which led to head writer, which eventually led to general manager of Smackdown, a well known wrestling show for her father's business. Paul trained to wrestle and became one of the industry's biggest stars. "How was your day today?"
"Fine. I met Ric for lunch then I came down here and worked out some." He shrugged.
"Oh." Stephanie replied.
"Have you heard anything from Lydia yet?" Paul asked, referring to the worker at the adoption agency that Stephanie and Paul were currently in negotiations with. Three years ago, about a year after they married, they discovered that Stephanie was incapable of having children. So, they had been talking to several adoption agencies since then. They both longed for a child. A child that was their own that they could love and spoil.
"No." Stephanie sighed. Her hopes had gone down quite a bit in the last week or so. The woman who was delivering the baby that they were going to adopt was due any day now. Lydia said that she would call Paul and Stephanie when the mother signed the adoption papers. Due to legal issues, they weren't allowed to be present when she gave birth.
"Don't worry sweetie, I'm sure she'll call soon." Paul tried to boost his wife's smile.
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"John, did you pick up Anthony at playschool?" Torrie asked her husband of two years.
"Yes honey, I did." John rolled his eyes while he scooped his one year old son in his arms.
"Well, I'm glad you remembered this time." She chuckled.
"Tor, there's no need to bring that incident up." John glared playfully at her.
"Whatever." Torrie laughed as he handed Anthony to her. "Hey baby. Are you hungry?" Torrie talked to the infant in baby talk as she spoon-fed him Gerber's strained peas.
"Torrie, don't talk to him in that jibber jabber. He'll grow up to be a queer." John advised.
"John, don't say those words around the baby, you dumbass." Torrie shot back at him.
"Tor, you do know that you just told me not to say queer around Anthony when you just called me a dumbass, right?" John smirked.
"Yes, but I'm trying to teach him to speak the truth." She hit John with a major comeback.
"Shutup Blondie." John snickered.
"Whatever, Mr. Thuganomics." She smiled brightly as he caught her off guard and kissed her lips passionately. As Torrie got into the kiss, she dropped the spoon out of hand and as it hit the floor, splattering food everywhere, baby Anthony just giggled from his highchair.
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"Ms. Stratus, tomorrow morning you have a meeting at ten." Trish's receptionist informed her. Trish had her own modeling agency as well as her own fashion and makeup line. She even had her own magazine called Weekly Stratusfaction, which was published once a week. She resided in Boston, Massachusetts.
"Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow." Trish smiled at the employee politely as she locked up her office and headed home. She stopped by her sister's house to pick up her five year old son, Joey.
"Mommy!" The little boy ran to the blonde.
"Hi sweets." She hugged him tightly as he climbed in the car. "Did you have a good day at school?"
"Yes mommy."
"Do you have any homework?" She eyed the giggling boy.
"Maybe." He laughed.
Once they got home, Trish changed into her pajamas immediately and Joey sat at his desk in his bedroom to finish his homework. She had a nice home that she purchased about four years ago. It was four stories. It had five bedrooms, three bathrooms, a den, kitchen, dining room, living room, sitting room, game room, computer room, play room, gym, and in the back yard it had a huge swimming pool. It was gorgeous and she couldn't ask for a better house. Joey liked the neighborhood too. There were many kids his age that he could play with.
"Joey, time for bed." Trish tucked her son into bed and kissed his forehead goodnight.
"Goodnight mommy I love you." Joey mumbled, about to fall asleep.
"Goodnight baby, I love you too." She smiled as the child's eyes closed. "Sweet dreams." She shut the door and tiptoed up the stairs and into her bedroom.
The next morning, Trish took Joey with her to the grocery store. She was putting juices into the cart when Joey tried to jump up and grab a bottle of Apple Juice on the very top shelf. The bottle crashed to the ground, along with several other bottles, and went rolling down the isle.
"Joey!" Trish scolded the boy.
"Sorry mommy." Joey sighed as Trish went after the runaway juices. She bent down to pick a bottle up just as a young man went to retrieve it too. "Thanks." Trish said. Then she looked up and met the baby blue eyes of her past.
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A/N: Sorry that ya'll missed the engagements of the couples, and the birth of Joey, but I wanted to advance the story along a bit. I guess I did. Lol. I'll update soon. Please review. Thanks.