Disclaimer: Like I've said before I don't own anything. The only thing I own are a few DVDs and a few figures that's it.
Notes: Takes three years after Shower Mishap. Things are of my doing it follows no storylines obviously.
Pairings: Randy/Lita, John/Trish, Stacy/Shane and a few others possibly.
From the Author: Wow, I can't believe I haven't updated this story since July...I'm sorry guys. I wonder if people even still read this. Anyway,I hope you all like it. So enjoy and don't forget to Read and Review.
Chapter One
The young man opened the door for his girlfriend. The redheaded woman smiled as he took her by the hand and led them into the restaurant.
"Randy you really didn't need to go to the extreme for this you know." Amy said laughing as the dark haired wrestler bowed playfully to her.
"Nonsense. Everything is extreme when it comes to the most extreme Diva in the WWE." Randy waited patiently for the hostess to find his name before she lead them to a table set near the windows. As the dark haired man pulled the chair out for Amy to sit, she took the opportunity to look at the view. From where the pair sat, they had a beautiful view of the city just below. The lights of the houses and stars created the most breath-taking view.
"Aw...Randy it's beautiful." Amy whispered not taking her eyes off the sight. The legend killer smiled before placing a hand on her shoulder.
"I know it is. I knew you would like it. That's why I brought you here but to tell you the truth it's not as beautiful as you." His smile widened at the light blush that came to her cheeks. He reached out gently grabbing her chin and turned her face to him. Her eyes danced with emotions as the 28-year-old bent his head down slightly to plant a sweet kiss on her lips.
"Ahem." A cough behind interrupting the tender moment. Randy looked behind to see the impatient waiter and rolled his eyes. Amy took her seat so Randy could do his gentlemanly duty of pushing her seat in before he; himself could take his seat. "Would you care to start out with drinks?"
"Two glasses of white wine please." The waiter nodded, turning on heel quickly to retreat to the kitchen. "I hope you don't mind."
Amy shook her head, "That's fine." She glanced down at the menu in her hands. The prices were outrageous. "Are you sure you want to eat here? Everything is so expensive."
"Don't worry about that. Order anything you'd like. This is my treat to you." Randy sent the woman a charming smile to reassure her. The redheaded Diva shrugged but smiled nonetheless.
The next few minutes the pair sat quietly as they skimmed over the menu. During that time the waiter had returned with their drinks, only to be sent away for a few more minutes as the pair was still undecided. After a moment or two Amy had decided she simply wanted the filet mignon with a cup of clam chowder soup. Randy nodded, stating that he would have the same. When the waiter had returned they placed their order. Randy choosing for his to be done medium well while Amy wanted hers' well done. The waiter offered the happy couple a smile before disappearing once again.
The two had fallen into quick conversation as they waited for their food. Randy smiled calmly as she continued to tell him about this and that, although inside his heart was racing. His hand was tucked inside his suit pocket, fingering the velvet box inside. No sooner had Amy begun to discuss the name's she and Trish had come up with for the baby did the food arrive.
They both fell into a comfortable silence as they ate, listening to the soft tunes that flooded the elegant restaurant. Both Randy and Amy remained unaware of the pair sitting a short distance away.
"We shouldn't be doing this..." The disgruntled male said as he leaned back in the chair, his arms crossed as he glared at the blonde across from him.
"Oh Shane be quiet. You know you're just as curious about how this is going to turn out. So stop your complaining." The blonde replied calmly for what seemed like the 50th time since they had arrived.
Gregory Shane Helms sighed yet again. She did have a point, he was curious to know what would happen between his long time best friend and her boyfriend, but that didn't mean he had to like spying on her.
"Fine watch them but I refuse to I'm just here to eat, Stace. Remember that."
The blonde rolled her eyes, she opened her mouth to talk back only to be interrupted by the ringing of her cell phone. She smiled as she reached into her purse and retrieved her cell phone.
"Hello?"
"Stace how's it goin'?" the all to familiar voice asked.
"John, nothing really happened yet." Stacy answered, shaking her head as Shane tried not to laugh at her expression. "You know I'd call you if anything did."
"I'm just checkin'. He hasn't asked yet?"
"I just said no John."
"Okay okay chill woman no need to get all uptight."
"John..." Stacy's voice was low.
"Anyway what are they doin'?" He quickly asked.
"Really Cena what do you do when you come to a restaurant. They're eating and talking. Apparently, Randy just told Amy a funny joke cause she nearly choked on her water from laughing." Although she couldn't see him, she knew John was frowning on the other end.
"You'll..."
Stacy quickly cut him off before he finished. "Don't worry I'll call you if anything changes. John I promise, okay. Calm down and tell Trish I said hi. Good bye." She hung up before he got another chance
The leggy blond looked up and smiled. "That man is just as bad as Dawn I swear."
Shane chuckled before taking a sip of his soda. His eyes fell on the pair only tables away. "Looks like something is happening."
Stacy's face brightened and she quickly redirected her attention.
The unique pair had just finished their dinner. Amy continued to chatter happily as Randy listened to how her day with Trish went.
"I have something special for you when we get home." Amy said with a smile.
Randy's brow rose slightly. "Oh really? And what is that?"
"I can't tell you it's a surprise."
Randy pouted. The redhead laughed.
"Sorry hun but that doesn't work on me."
"That ain't fair." Randy continued to pout, "You girls use it all the time and get away with shit but when a guy tries it doesn't work." He paused a moment taking in the expression on her face. "What did I say something?"
Amy shook her head, ""Ain't? You're spending way too much time with John. You're starting to talk like him."
Randy's face contorted slightly. "Woman please, there is no way I am...I didn't again didn't I?"
Amy laughed. Randy smiled coolly as a hand ran through his hair. Now would be the perfect time. He fingered the velvet box in his pocket.
"Amy I have something I think we need to talk about." Randy started.
The redhead's laughter ceased as she looked up into serious blue eyes. "And what's that?"
"You know how much I care about you." The diva nodded. "I just wanted to tell you that...I love you."
Blue eyes shifted as they watched her expression change. Her eyes appeared to water. "Amy..."
"You...love me?" She repeated as if unsure of what he had just said. He nodded, his brows knotted in confusion. She chocked back a small sob. "I love you too." She whispered, looking him directly in the eyes.
A huge smile took over the legend killers face. "You have no idea how much that makes me happy." He leaned over the table, Amy meeting him halfway as the two shared a kiss. Randy was first to pull away, never breaking eye contact.
"There's something else I want to say." He took a deep breath, his hand grabbing hold of the box in his pocket. "Amy...will -"
"Well look what we have here."