Chapter 4
"So…tell me what happened…" Stacy said to Christy, as she entered the redheaded diva's apartment room.
"Nothing happened, Stacy. We just watched a movie and fell asleep. That's it, I swear." Christy lied, sitting down on the couch.
"Right, whatever." Stacy rolled her eyes.
Christy sighed. "If I tell you, can you keep it between us?"
"You have my word." Stacy smiled innocently. Christy sighed again, and looked down at the floor bashfully.
"I…I sort of kissed him." She said quietly.
"You ki-!"
"Shh!" Christy shot up from her seat, clasping her hand over the blonde diva's mouth so no one outside the room could hear. "Yes…I kissed him."
"And you didn't do anything?" Stacy folded her arms over her chest. "Christy, that kinda leaves a weird vibe if you don't talk with him later."
Christy ran her fingers through her long red hair in thought before hearing a knock at the door. "I'll get that." She said, going to the door. She opened it, seeing Batista standing there, suit and all.
"Christy, we gotta talk." Batista said in a death fully low tone. "Can you-"
"Oh, yeah, sure." Christy said, taking him by the arm. "We'll be right back, Stacy."
"Tell me how it goes." Stacy smirked faintly at the two, as she leaned back against the couch.
Christy led Batista and herself down a hallway, and sighed as they made their way outside. "Dave, I am so sorry about what happened this morning…"
"Well, it kind of surprised me." Batista scratched the side of his head a little.
"Yeah…Well, I understand if you don't want to see my face anymore." Christy shook her head. Batista sighed softly, and tilted her chin up to lock eyes with her.
"On the contrary, it was actually really nice." The World Heavyweight Champion admitted. "And I feel bad I didn't return it. So…maybe I can make a late one." He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers in a gentle kiss. Christy slid her arms around his neck, returning the kiss. The kiss slowly changed from gentle to passionate as Batista held the redhead tightly in his arms. They both let it go on for a while until Christy had to pull away for air.
"Dave…" Christy sighed softly. "I don't know what to say…"
"Well, I think I do. Does 'I love you' work?" Batista answered.
"I think it does. But does 'I love you too' work for you?" Christy replied with a small smile.
"I think it does." Batista smiled softly. "Um, you better get back inside with Stacy."
"No, why don't you come in and have a drink with us?" Christy offered.
"I'd like that." Batista nodded. Christy grinned, and took him by the hand, leading them back inside the room.
After a few drinks and a really nice conversation, night soon came. Stacy left the apartment after they said their goodbyes.
"Well, I better get going, too." Batista went towards the door.
"Actually, I was kind of wondering if you'd like to spend the night here." Christy answered, latching onto his arm. "Just us, no interruptions." She locked the door, and smiled up at him.
"I guess I can stick around." Batista answered. "So…what did you have in mind?"
"Oh, I don't know." Christy shrugged. "We could watch a movie. Maybe hang around my room. Maybe talk or cuddle…"
"I like the way you think." Batista smirked, scooping the redheaded beauty into his arms. Christy squealed out happily as she felt him carry them down the hallway, and to her bedroom. He tossed her down on the bed, causing her to bounce up and down a little.
"Now get over here." Christy smiled, taking Batista by the shirt collar and pulling him down onto her. She then pressed her lips to his in a forceful yet tender kiss, sliding her arms around his neck. Batista wrapped his arms around her tightly as he laid by her, relishing every single moment of this kiss.
3 Years Later…
Batista and Christy have since been married, and lived together in Batista's hometown of Washington, D.C, settling down in their careers as wrestlers. And right now, she had some news for him.
"Babe, can I talk with you?"
"Sure you can, Christy."
Batista sat down on the sofa in the living room, Christy sitting in his lap.
"Dave, we've been married for a good three years now…" Christy started slowly.
Batista nodded. "Of course."
"And…well, here." Christy handed him a home pregnancy tester. "I just found out today. I thought you should know."
Batista arched a brow, and then gawked at the home pregnancy tester in pure shock. "Christy…you mean…"
Christy nodded. "Yeah. I'm pregnant, Dave."