Author's Note: Again, thanks to Heather and Amanda for their help ... I hope ya'll enjoy ...
Chapter 41: Happy Couple
The gang had just got home from this week of shows, when Brock pulled Rae and Amanda off to the side. "I need to ask you guys a favor," Brock said, as Amanda and Rae just looked at each other. "Okay, what do you need," Rae asked, wondering just what he was up to. "Well, you guys know that Heather and I didn't have a typical wedding. The thing is, I want to give her that now," Brock started. "Okay, so what do you need from us," Amanda asked, knowing that she and Rae would be playing a huge part in this. "Well, I was wanting to surprise her with her dream wedding, but I need your guys' help." Brock said, as Amanda and Rae just grinned at each other. "Well buddy boy. You better be willing to spend some big bucks on this wedding, cause you're going to need it," Rae said, slapping Brock on the back, before going in the house to check on John and the boys. "What did she mean by shelling out the big bucks," Brock asked Amanda, as she just started laughing. We know what kind of wedding Heather wants. She's been telling us about it since we became friends," Amanda replied, smiling up at Brock. "Well, what does she want?" Brock asked eyeing Amanda. Amanda smiled up at Brock and then nodded toward the ocean, "She wants to get married on the beach." Brock turned around and eyed the area. "Does she really?" Amanda smirked, "No Brock, I would lie to you about one of my best friends' dream wedding," she said, completely sarcastic. Brock rolled his eyes at her, "I don't wanna tell her about it," he said changing the subject. Amanda shrugged, "Ok, sure." "She'll find out. She always does. She'll know something is up, then she'll snoop around till she finds what it is." Brock said looking towards the house to make sure Heather wasn't listening. Amanda shook her head and rested her hand on Brock's shoulder, "Rae and I won't let her find out. We're used to her, and have become sneaky enough to keep something hidden from her." Brock nodded, "Thank you." Amanda nodded, "Hey no problem. As long as chica is happy." Brock smiled and nodded in agreement, "How long do you think it will take to get it planned? Or whatever." Amanda shrugged, "It all depends. If Rae cooperates, it should get done relatively fast." Brock nodded. "OK, good." Amanda nodded, "Yeah. Let's go inside before they get suspicious," she said with a smirk, knowing her friends all too well. She and Brock then walked into the house, allowing the screen door to bang shut behind them.
Rae and Heather were in the kitchen while Brock and Amanda were talking on the front porch. Rae was keeping an eye on James, John, and Joseph as Heather handed Rayne her sippy cup. Heather smiled at her daughter as she extended her arms for her mother to pick her up. "What are they doing out there?" Heather asked holding her daughter. Rae handed James a toy from the table and looked over at Heather, "Who?" Heather rolled her eyes, "Brock and Amanda, goof." She said as Rayne giggled. Rae grumbled, "Well, John and Randy are outside too," she said as Joseph climbed up into her lap. "Yeah, whatever." Heather said, "Well, what the hell are they doing?" Rae shrugged, "How should I know? I'm not psychic." Heather just smirked at Rae. Joseph reached for a glass on the table and Rae grabbed his hand, "No," she said sternly. Joseph looked up at his mother and pouted. She shook her head, "Joseph Anthony, do NOT try that on me." Rae looked across the table at Heather who was looking at Rae as if she was evil personified. Rae rolled her eyes, "Just because your daughter gets off easy with her daddy, doesn't mean I'm gonna let my boys do whatever they want." Heather looked at Rae, "She gets off easy with Brock. Not me, Rae. I wouldn't expect you to let your boys get off easy. I agree, maybe he is a little easy on her." Rae smirked, "A little easy?" She looked at Rayne and decided against finishing her thought. The kids didn't need to hear what she wanted to say about Brock's discipline tactics, or lack thereof.
Just as Rae was finishing her question, Brock and Amanda walked into the kitchen. Brock eyed Rae, "What's wrong with how I treat my daughter?" Rae looked at Amanda, "Could you take the kids Amanda?" Amanda nodded and rounded up the four kids. Rae, Heather, and Brock watched as they left the kitchen and went out back. Rae looked at Brock, "Brock, I don't wanna piss ya off or anything, I just think you let Ray get away with too much." She then got up and followed her kids, Amanda, and Rayne outside. Brock looked at Heather who was looking at the table, "Do you think I let Ray off too easy?" Heather hesitated, "Yes, I do." She said softly. Brock shook his head, somewhat irritated, "Well, I'm sorry. I just don't want my daughter to think I'm some kind of monster, like her mother did." Heather looked up at Brock, "What the fuck ever, Lesnar." She said storming up the stairs. Brock seemed shocked, 'Did she just call me Lesnar'? He growled and quickly followed after her, "Heather, we're not finished. Come back here." Heather slammed her bedroom door in Brock's face, "Fuck off Brock!" She screamed. Brock started banging on the door, "Heather, open the damn door!" Heather was seething, "I SAID GO AWAY, LESNAR!" Brock shook his head, "Either you open the door, or I'm gonna open it!" "You do that you stupid fucker!" Heather growled. Brock took a deep breath, trying not to let his anger get the best of him, "Heather," his voice more quiet, "I don't want to destroy this house, but if you don't open this fucking door, I will knock it down." Heather sat on the bed, she was terrified and pissed at the same time, "Go the fuck away! I do NOT want to listen to you run your mouth!" Brock shook his head, she wanted to be so damn stubborn, fine. He stepped back and started kicking the door, until it finally fell from it's place and crashed to the floor. Brock walked into the room, "You don't want to listen to me, huh?" His voice was cold, and there was a strange look in his eyes that caused Heather to remember the time in South Dakota. Heather backed up, "I don't need to listen to you. I don't need to listen to ANYONE!" Brock walked toward her, slowly, "Damn it Heather! You WILL listen to me!" "I fucking will not!" Heather growled. "You damn well better," he threatened. Heather growled and picked up a lamp off the bedside table and wailed it at his head. Brock ducked out of the way and looked at Heather as if she had lost her mind. Before anything else could happen, Rae, John, and Randy ran into the room. Rae's eyes went wide when she noticed the shattered lamp on the floor, "What the fuck is going on," she yelled. Heather glared at Brock, then turned her attention to Rae, "Ask HIM," she growled. Brock looked at Heather for a second then turned his attention to Rae, "Don't fucking look at me that way. Heather was the one not listening to me. Blame her." Brock said crossing his arms. Brock looked at Heather for a second then turned his attention to Rae, "Don't fucking look at me that way. Heather was the one not listening to me. Blame her." Brock said crossing his arms. Rae rolled her eyes, "Like I believe that." "Get the hell out. All three of ya. This is between me and Heather." Brock growled. Rae stepped toward Brock, "You're in MY house! Y'all are fighting with your kid right downstairs! What the fuck is going on?!" "Nothing." Heather said softly, "We were just talking." Rae smirked, "Bullshit you were talkin. Your daughter wants to know why y'all are yelling about." "Just tell her we were talking. Loudly." Heather nodded. Rae nodded, "Yeah whatever." She, John, and Randy started out of the room. Rae stopped and looked over her shoulder, "Ya know you're gonna replace that lamp, right?" Heather rolled her eyes, "Yeah whatever. Just leave." Rae shook her head, "Don't get nasty with me." Rae shook her head again, then she, John, and Randy went downstairs.
Brock looked at Heather when the others left, "What the hell is your problem?" "My problem? What the fuck is your problem?! I mean you are the one with an attitude!" Heather yelled. Brock shook his head, trying not to be an ass, "What are you talking about?" Heather glared at him, "You know what the hell I'm talking about! You're the one who jumped on me!" "Jumped on you?!" "Yes! In the fucking kitchen!" Heather yelled again. Her anger not letting up. Brock swallowed hard, "You're the one that got an attitude with me in the fuckin kitchen. I didn't do anything wrong." "Whatever, Lesnar." Heather said then started out of the room. Brock shook his head and stepped in front of her, "You're not gonna run off again. Now, tell me what I did wrong," he pleaded with her. Heather sighed and looked away from him, "You got pissy with me cuz I agreed with Rae. That you are too easy with Rayne." Brock sighed, "I just figured you would support me, I mean you are my wife." "I know I shouldn't have agreed with her. I'm sorry." Heather said softly. Brock hugged Heather tightly, "It's okay. I just thought you would've supported me more, but I can see what you and Rae are saying." Heather wrapped her arms around her husbands waist. "I'll support you from now on. I wasn't thinking then, I guess." Heather said. Brock smiled at her and kissed the top of her head, "You're allowed to have your own opinions, I was just surprised, that's all." Heather nodded and decided to change the subject, "You need anger management." She said seriously. Brock looked at Heather, "You serious?" Heather nodded, "Yes. I'm very serious. I didn't like the look in your eyes when you were mad a little while ago. It scares me." She finished softly. Brock looked at her, confused. He obviously didn't realize that he acted any differently. He snapped into realization, "Oh my God." He hugged Heather tight to him, "I'm so sorry, I didn't even realize." Heather returned the hug, "Please don't ever do that again." She said, now with tears. Brock nodded as he held his wife tightly, "I won't, I swear to you, I can't belive I even..." He didn't finish his sentence and just hugged her, taking in the moment. She hugged him back, not wanting to let go for anything, maybe one thing, "Mommy, daddy?" Brock and Heather heard from behind them. Brock let Heather go and turned around to see Rayne in the doorway giggling. She ran over and jumped into Brock's waiting arms. Heather stood back and smiled as Brock hugged Rayne to him, tightly. Ray giggled and wiggled in her father's arms, "Daddy, I tan't breath." Brock chuckled and loosened his grip on his daughter. Rayne looked over at her Mom and grinned. Heather laughed as she took her daughter from Brock's arms. "Is everything otay?" Rayne asked. Heather and Brock exchanged worried glances. Heather nodded and ran her hands through her daughter's long blonde hair, and smiled, "Everything's fine sweetie." Ray grinned and hugged her mother tightly.
Author's Note: ::tear:: too sweet ... I need to put MY own kids in here more ... LoL ... I hope y'all liked it ... REVIEW ...
Chapter 41: Happy Couple
The gang had just got home from this week of shows, when Brock pulled Rae and Amanda off to the side. "I need to ask you guys a favor," Brock said, as Amanda and Rae just looked at each other. "Okay, what do you need," Rae asked, wondering just what he was up to. "Well, you guys know that Heather and I didn't have a typical wedding. The thing is, I want to give her that now," Brock started. "Okay, so what do you need from us," Amanda asked, knowing that she and Rae would be playing a huge part in this. "Well, I was wanting to surprise her with her dream wedding, but I need your guys' help." Brock said, as Amanda and Rae just grinned at each other. "Well buddy boy. You better be willing to spend some big bucks on this wedding, cause you're going to need it," Rae said, slapping Brock on the back, before going in the house to check on John and the boys. "What did she mean by shelling out the big bucks," Brock asked Amanda, as she just started laughing. We know what kind of wedding Heather wants. She's been telling us about it since we became friends," Amanda replied, smiling up at Brock. "Well, what does she want?" Brock asked eyeing Amanda. Amanda smiled up at Brock and then nodded toward the ocean, "She wants to get married on the beach." Brock turned around and eyed the area. "Does she really?" Amanda smirked, "No Brock, I would lie to you about one of my best friends' dream wedding," she said, completely sarcastic. Brock rolled his eyes at her, "I don't wanna tell her about it," he said changing the subject. Amanda shrugged, "Ok, sure." "She'll find out. She always does. She'll know something is up, then she'll snoop around till she finds what it is." Brock said looking towards the house to make sure Heather wasn't listening. Amanda shook her head and rested her hand on Brock's shoulder, "Rae and I won't let her find out. We're used to her, and have become sneaky enough to keep something hidden from her." Brock nodded, "Thank you." Amanda nodded, "Hey no problem. As long as chica is happy." Brock smiled and nodded in agreement, "How long do you think it will take to get it planned? Or whatever." Amanda shrugged, "It all depends. If Rae cooperates, it should get done relatively fast." Brock nodded. "OK, good." Amanda nodded, "Yeah. Let's go inside before they get suspicious," she said with a smirk, knowing her friends all too well. She and Brock then walked into the house, allowing the screen door to bang shut behind them.
Rae and Heather were in the kitchen while Brock and Amanda were talking on the front porch. Rae was keeping an eye on James, John, and Joseph as Heather handed Rayne her sippy cup. Heather smiled at her daughter as she extended her arms for her mother to pick her up. "What are they doing out there?" Heather asked holding her daughter. Rae handed James a toy from the table and looked over at Heather, "Who?" Heather rolled her eyes, "Brock and Amanda, goof." She said as Rayne giggled. Rae grumbled, "Well, John and Randy are outside too," she said as Joseph climbed up into her lap. "Yeah, whatever." Heather said, "Well, what the hell are they doing?" Rae shrugged, "How should I know? I'm not psychic." Heather just smirked at Rae. Joseph reached for a glass on the table and Rae grabbed his hand, "No," she said sternly. Joseph looked up at his mother and pouted. She shook her head, "Joseph Anthony, do NOT try that on me." Rae looked across the table at Heather who was looking at Rae as if she was evil personified. Rae rolled her eyes, "Just because your daughter gets off easy with her daddy, doesn't mean I'm gonna let my boys do whatever they want." Heather looked at Rae, "She gets off easy with Brock. Not me, Rae. I wouldn't expect you to let your boys get off easy. I agree, maybe he is a little easy on her." Rae smirked, "A little easy?" She looked at Rayne and decided against finishing her thought. The kids didn't need to hear what she wanted to say about Brock's discipline tactics, or lack thereof.
Just as Rae was finishing her question, Brock and Amanda walked into the kitchen. Brock eyed Rae, "What's wrong with how I treat my daughter?" Rae looked at Amanda, "Could you take the kids Amanda?" Amanda nodded and rounded up the four kids. Rae, Heather, and Brock watched as they left the kitchen and went out back. Rae looked at Brock, "Brock, I don't wanna piss ya off or anything, I just think you let Ray get away with too much." She then got up and followed her kids, Amanda, and Rayne outside. Brock looked at Heather who was looking at the table, "Do you think I let Ray off too easy?" Heather hesitated, "Yes, I do." She said softly. Brock shook his head, somewhat irritated, "Well, I'm sorry. I just don't want my daughter to think I'm some kind of monster, like her mother did." Heather looked up at Brock, "What the fuck ever, Lesnar." She said storming up the stairs. Brock seemed shocked, 'Did she just call me Lesnar'? He growled and quickly followed after her, "Heather, we're not finished. Come back here." Heather slammed her bedroom door in Brock's face, "Fuck off Brock!" She screamed. Brock started banging on the door, "Heather, open the damn door!" Heather was seething, "I SAID GO AWAY, LESNAR!" Brock shook his head, "Either you open the door, or I'm gonna open it!" "You do that you stupid fucker!" Heather growled. Brock took a deep breath, trying not to let his anger get the best of him, "Heather," his voice more quiet, "I don't want to destroy this house, but if you don't open this fucking door, I will knock it down." Heather sat on the bed, she was terrified and pissed at the same time, "Go the fuck away! I do NOT want to listen to you run your mouth!" Brock shook his head, she wanted to be so damn stubborn, fine. He stepped back and started kicking the door, until it finally fell from it's place and crashed to the floor. Brock walked into the room, "You don't want to listen to me, huh?" His voice was cold, and there was a strange look in his eyes that caused Heather to remember the time in South Dakota. Heather backed up, "I don't need to listen to you. I don't need to listen to ANYONE!" Brock walked toward her, slowly, "Damn it Heather! You WILL listen to me!" "I fucking will not!" Heather growled. "You damn well better," he threatened. Heather growled and picked up a lamp off the bedside table and wailed it at his head. Brock ducked out of the way and looked at Heather as if she had lost her mind. Before anything else could happen, Rae, John, and Randy ran into the room. Rae's eyes went wide when she noticed the shattered lamp on the floor, "What the fuck is going on," she yelled. Heather glared at Brock, then turned her attention to Rae, "Ask HIM," she growled. Brock looked at Heather for a second then turned his attention to Rae, "Don't fucking look at me that way. Heather was the one not listening to me. Blame her." Brock said crossing his arms. Brock looked at Heather for a second then turned his attention to Rae, "Don't fucking look at me that way. Heather was the one not listening to me. Blame her." Brock said crossing his arms. Rae rolled her eyes, "Like I believe that." "Get the hell out. All three of ya. This is between me and Heather." Brock growled. Rae stepped toward Brock, "You're in MY house! Y'all are fighting with your kid right downstairs! What the fuck is going on?!" "Nothing." Heather said softly, "We were just talking." Rae smirked, "Bullshit you were talkin. Your daughter wants to know why y'all are yelling about." "Just tell her we were talking. Loudly." Heather nodded. Rae nodded, "Yeah whatever." She, John, and Randy started out of the room. Rae stopped and looked over her shoulder, "Ya know you're gonna replace that lamp, right?" Heather rolled her eyes, "Yeah whatever. Just leave." Rae shook her head, "Don't get nasty with me." Rae shook her head again, then she, John, and Randy went downstairs.
Brock looked at Heather when the others left, "What the hell is your problem?" "My problem? What the fuck is your problem?! I mean you are the one with an attitude!" Heather yelled. Brock shook his head, trying not to be an ass, "What are you talking about?" Heather glared at him, "You know what the hell I'm talking about! You're the one who jumped on me!" "Jumped on you?!" "Yes! In the fucking kitchen!" Heather yelled again. Her anger not letting up. Brock swallowed hard, "You're the one that got an attitude with me in the fuckin kitchen. I didn't do anything wrong." "Whatever, Lesnar." Heather said then started out of the room. Brock shook his head and stepped in front of her, "You're not gonna run off again. Now, tell me what I did wrong," he pleaded with her. Heather sighed and looked away from him, "You got pissy with me cuz I agreed with Rae. That you are too easy with Rayne." Brock sighed, "I just figured you would support me, I mean you are my wife." "I know I shouldn't have agreed with her. I'm sorry." Heather said softly. Brock hugged Heather tightly, "It's okay. I just thought you would've supported me more, but I can see what you and Rae are saying." Heather wrapped her arms around her husbands waist. "I'll support you from now on. I wasn't thinking then, I guess." Heather said. Brock smiled at her and kissed the top of her head, "You're allowed to have your own opinions, I was just surprised, that's all." Heather nodded and decided to change the subject, "You need anger management." She said seriously. Brock looked at Heather, "You serious?" Heather nodded, "Yes. I'm very serious. I didn't like the look in your eyes when you were mad a little while ago. It scares me." She finished softly. Brock looked at her, confused. He obviously didn't realize that he acted any differently. He snapped into realization, "Oh my God." He hugged Heather tight to him, "I'm so sorry, I didn't even realize." Heather returned the hug, "Please don't ever do that again." She said, now with tears. Brock nodded as he held his wife tightly, "I won't, I swear to you, I can't belive I even..." He didn't finish his sentence and just hugged her, taking in the moment. She hugged him back, not wanting to let go for anything, maybe one thing, "Mommy, daddy?" Brock and Heather heard from behind them. Brock let Heather go and turned around to see Rayne in the doorway giggling. She ran over and jumped into Brock's waiting arms. Heather stood back and smiled as Brock hugged Rayne to him, tightly. Ray giggled and wiggled in her father's arms, "Daddy, I tan't breath." Brock chuckled and loosened his grip on his daughter. Rayne looked over at her Mom and grinned. Heather laughed as she took her daughter from Brock's arms. "Is everything otay?" Rayne asked. Heather and Brock exchanged worried glances. Heather nodded and ran her hands through her daughter's long blonde hair, and smiled, "Everything's fine sweetie." Ray grinned and hugged her mother tightly.
Author's Note: ::tear:: too sweet ... I need to put MY own kids in here more ... LoL ... I hope y'all liked it ... REVIEW ...