Author's Notes – Wow, it's been more than a year since I updated this. Sorry about that. I had honestly wanted to finish this fic last year, but sadly life happens and my Christmas spirit was kinda crushed. However, this year things are better and I'm back with the newest chapter of If Only In My Dreams. I hope you all like it. I'm honestly not too sure as to how much longer this story will be, but I am already working on another Christmas story.

Also, please read and review. I appreciate all the feedback I can get, honestly. So please, tell me what you think and review. And a huge thank you to everyone who already has reviewed this fic, especially those of you who reviewed during it's unexpected hiatus.

Well, that's all I can think of to say for now. So enjoy this new chapter, I should have a new one soon!

Disclaimer – I do not own the WWE or any of it's characters nor do I own the wrestlers themselves. If it did, I would be a very happy rich woman married to Adam Copeland...but sadly (tear) I am broke college student and if you sue me you will get a half-eaten bag of cookies and an Abercrombie sweater.

Indulge

"Grandma got run-over by a reindeer, coming home from our house Christmas Eve..." Amy sang as she drove through the city streets.

"You know, I really don't see how this can be constituted as a Christmas carol," Trish said shaking her head at the somewhat violent song. "I mean, what's merry and joyous about Grandma getting hit by a deer on Christmas Eve? And could anybody actually prove that it was one of Santa's reindeer because I don't think they have any evidence to support that claim and..."

"Trish, calm down," Stacy laughed, "it's just a song."

"A violent song where some poor old lady gets..." Trish was cut off by Amy.

"Oh come on Trish, it's just a funny song and it's not that bad." Amy said rolling her eyes.

"Um, hey Amy," Stacy said as her eyes followed a building they were passing.

"Yes,"

"I thought we were going to the gym and well, there goes the gym." Stacy eyed the redhead curiously as she continued to drive down the road.

"I know we passed it." Amy said simply.

"Well then do you want to tell us where exactly we are going?"

"The mall," she shrugged.

"Oh! The mall! I love the mall!" Trish squealed. "I needed to go to the mall anyways; I need to get something for my Santa."

"That's exactly what I was thinking Trish," Amy laughed.

"Wait, you hate and I mean you hate the mall at this time of year," Stacy said looking at her friend in shock.

"I know."

"Well then why are we going what is usually the last place on earth you'd want to go to at this time of year?" Stacy asked.

"Because I have some shopping to do," Amy said with a laugh enjoying tormenting her tall friend.

"Really Stacy what else would she want to do at the mall," Trish laughed, "and people think I'm the dumb blonde."

"I give up," Stacy sighed throwing her hands up in defeat as the pulled into the packed parking lot. Amy drove down a couple of lanes of cars before finding a parking space and the three Divas got out and made their way to the crowded mall ahead.

"So what it is that we're shopping for?" Stacy asked as they left the mall's Starbucks, drinks in hand.

"Well, I heard the radio station in town was auctioning off a lot of stuff for some local charities online and I went to see what they had and found the one thing that just screamed out Adam," Amy explained as she smiled. "So I put a bid down and I won and now we're here to pick it up."

"Wait a minute," Trish said nearly stopping in her tracks. "So you mean to tell me that you found another gift for your Secret Santa and in buying it you did a Christmas good deed? Now that's just plain cheating!"

"No Trish, it's called multitasking," Amy laughed.

"So where is this gift that screams out Adam," Stacy asked as they made their way through the mall.

"Right in there," Amy said pointing to a collections shop. The three walked into the shop and Amy spoke with the owner who went off to get her prize.

"Well what is it? I wanna see!" Trish said bouncing up and down as the owner came back into site.

"Take a look," Amy held the box out for the two to see.

"Oh my God," seemed the only words Trish were able to speak.

"He is going to flip when he gets this," Stacy said with a smile as Amy beamed.

"You're not seriously going to get that for Trish!" Adam said as he looked at the skimpy lingerie Jason was holding up.

"And why not," Jay asked in confusion.

"Because she'll know that her Secret Santa is you then," Adam rolled his eyes as his friends continued to look through the tiny Christmas costumes.

"Ooh Adam, wouldn't Amy look hot in this little number," Chris said holding up a black corset made of leather and lace with a matching thong and thigh-highs. Adam quickly tore the garments from Chris' hands and replaced it on the shelf with a slight blush.

"No, and I hardly think that would be appropriate to get for her," Adam said quickly. "And you shouldn't be looking through this stuff thinking of other girls, especially your friends."

"Ooh, I think we offended someone," Jay joked.

"Or maybe he has a little crush," Chris joked.

"I do not have a crush on Amy," Adam said starting to walk away from the two annoying blondes.

"You're right man, he does have a crush on Amy," Jason laughed as they followed Adam.

"You guys have had a little bit too much eggnog," Adam said looking through some sets of flannel pajamas.

"You're the one who's had too much eggnog if you think that you don't have a crush on Amy," Jason said. "Come on man, admit it. You have a thing for Amy."

"And so what if I do," Adam said thumbing through the rack looking for a certain size. "It's not like she'd ever take a second glance at me."

"I wouldn't doubt the magic of Christmas Adam," Chris said. "And you've got one more thing on your side to help you out."

"And what's that?"

"The Secret Santa."

"Amy we rocked out there tonight!" Trish said with a squeal.

"I know," Amy said with a bright smile. "I think that was the best match we've had!"

"Totally," Trish agreed as they walked into the women's locker room where Lisa and Stacy were waiting with four boxes sitting in front of them. "What's this?"

"Secret Santa gifts," Stacy squealed, "one for each of us!"

"We thought we'd wait for you two to open them." Lisa said clutching her box. "So you're here, now we can open them." All at once the four women started to throw the paper from the boxes as they opened their gifts and Stacy held up a bear that was wearing a Christmas charm bracelet around its neck. Lisa held up some new lacy underwear and slippers. Trish opened her box and quickly slammed it shut, her cheeks turning a bright shade of red.

"What did you get Stratus?" Lisa asked curiously.

"Nothing any of you can see," she said with a wink.

"Jason's gonna have a good night tonight I guess," Stacy laughed as she turned to Amy, "What did you get?" Amy held up a comfortable looking pair of flannel pajamas and fuzzy slippers and a note.

"It says 'more to come when you get 'home''," Amy read. "Wonder what that means."

"It means you need to hurry up and get back to the hotel!" Lisa said eagerly.

Adam was lacing up his boots and smiling to himself thinking of Amy's latest Secret Santa gift when there was a knock at his locker room door.

"Come in," he called as the door opened to reveal a stagehand carrying a large wrapped box.

"I was instructed to bring this to you Mr. Copeland," he said handing him the gift.

"Thanks man," Adam said with a smile looking at the large heavy present. The stagehand smiled as he left and Adam began to tare at the paper. Opening the cardboard box, he quickly saw two more boxes. One was square and not that thick; the other was unmistakably a guitar case. He opened the smaller box first to reveal a framed photo of his favorite band since childhood, KISS. Upon inspecting the picture closer he noticed it was singed by every member of the band. Staring at the picture in shock he quickly went to open the guitar case and sat there in shock at what he saw. One of Gene Simmons guitars, signed by the man himself. Adam didn't know what to think, but he knew one thing, he couldn't wait to find out who his Secret Santa was.

Amy stood impatiently fidgeting in the elevator as she anxiously waited to get to her room to see what else her Santa had in store for her. The elevator finally stopped at her floor and she almost ran to the door. Taking a deep breath she slipped the key car through the slot and opened the door to reveal a candle filled room. She slowly stepped into the room and took in the sight around her. Looking at the bed, which was adorned with some new flannel sheets she noticed there was a note.

Amy,

A Christmas delight just for you, just for tonight. A night of pure relaxation and bliss that I hope you'll enjoy. I have some coffee and a German chocolate cake on the table for you, if memory serves me; it's your favorite, right? There is also a relaxing bath drawn for you in the tub with some of the nicest salts and oils I could find. Then you can slip into those new pajamas and in one hour, a masseuse should come up to make the night even more relaxing for you. Then, when that is all done, fall into a blissful warm sleep under these new sheets. They should fit your bed at home, just don't forget to take them with you. So tonight, Amy, indulge yourself.

Your Secret Santa

Amy smiled as she set the note back on the bed and looked at the coffee and the cake. Giggling to herself she cut a piece of cake and grabbed the coffee before walking into the bathroom and shutting the door.