Chapter 19

"I'm so tired of this, John. What's the big deal?" Lily complained, banging her head against the wall of their hotel room.

"He'll get over it soon enough, trust me, just let time run its course," John soothed, placing his hand on the wall were she was hitting her head so she hit his hands instead of the wall.

Lily spun around, glaring at him for stopping her pain and slumped into the cushions of the sofa looking helpless, "I just want everyone to be happy."

"Are you happy?" John asked softly, sitting down beside her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, "Now I am."

John laughed, kissing the top of her head, "That's all that matters, kid. Everyone else will be happy as long as you are."

"Yeah right, then why has my dad not spoken a word to me since last week?"

"He's being a pansy, that's why," John snickered.

Lily looked up at him and frowned.

"Sorry," John muttered, looking guilty under her gaze.

"I don't care anymore," she sighed. "I just want to go home."

Their conversation was cut short with a knock on the door. John stood up and cracked it open to see Trish and Torrie grinning up at him. They pushed past him into the room and made their way to a distracted looking Lily.

"What are you two doing here?" she asked curiously at their excited faces.

"We're going shopping, you need to cheer up," Torrie said, pulling Lily to her feet.

"Help me," she whispered to John before the two dragged her out of the room to the mall.

"You need to cheer up, girlie. You are not having a very good month!" Trish said happily, picking out a black miniskirt with a white skull patch on it and holding it up to Lily's waist.

"Tell me about it," she grumbled, running her fingers through her hair as Trish continued picking out clothes for her to try on.

"I mean, first you lose Randy to suspension and now your father refuses to speak to you. I think you need to talk to your dad. He'll lighten up if you go to him instead of him coming to you," Torrie advised eying up a gold top across the room.

"I didn't do anything to my dad, he's just PMSing or something. He's just being moody to spite me. I don't care," Lily shrugged as Trish held up a corset top and jeans to her.

Trish smiled but let it fade quickly and got serious, "Lil, it can't be mood swings, he smacked you in the head with a steel chair for Christ's sake!"

"I know, I know," she sighed. "And he didn't do that on purpose."

Torrie and Trish looked at her skeptically and Lily laughed.

"Breaking News: WWE Superstar Kane punishes his daughter by beating her with a steel chair!" Lily imitated a reporter. "Highly unlikely guys, get real."

"We're still concerned for you, Lil. I suggest you talk to him, it's the only way this situation will get sorted out. We all know you love John. I see how you two make goo-goo eyes at each other, it's kind of weird," Trish said.

"Fine, I'll talk to him when we get back to the hotel, just let me try this stuff on, you're quite good at picking out clothes, Trish. I'm impressed," Lily changed the subject and moved toward a changing room to try on her clothes.

As promised Lily trudged to her father's room when she returned from the mall. Trish and Torrie stood a distance behind her to make sure she did, watching as she raised her hand to knock on his door. Lily made a pleading face at them but they turned, pretending not to notice and she sighed, tapping the door with her knuckles.

The door opened slowly to reveal her father, looking slightly annoyed. Lily recoiled under his menacing stare and backed away from the door.

"S-sorry, Dad, I- I'll just—" she stuttered but Glen opened the door farther and stepped aside.

"In," he growled, his eyes glancing up at Trish and Torrie, who looked terrified and ran down the hallway form him.

Lily watched the two turn tail and run and stepped grudgingly into her father's room. She sat down on the couch and waited for him to take a seat as well.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his tone much softer than when he'd answered the door.

"I don't understand why you can't accept me and John, Dad. This is driving me crazy!" Lily snapped, her temper flaring. "Why are you being so difficult all of a sudden?"

He looked taken aback at her outburst but nodded in understanding, "I know you're frustrated, Lil. I apologize for my silence. I just don't trust him. I don't want him hurting you, I know his temper. You're too sensitive to be hurt," he explained.

"Dad, I feel safe when I'm with John. I'm not scared anymore!" she insisted. "it's not like Jack, dad. When I was hiding from Jack I was only scared because I was alone. I'm not alone anymore. John protects me. He loves me, Dad. And I love him."

Glen was silent for a while before he spoke, his tone flat and unemotional.

"I respect that you love him, Lil. I can't change that, just know that he will make mistakes, and he will hurt you. Even if he doesn't now, he will. I'm just telling you now, when he makes these mistakes you'll understand my concern for you, and you'll understand how sensitive you really are to the slightest things."

Lily nodded, not knowing what else to say. She got to her feet clenching her jaw to show she was thinking and nodded, "Fine, I guess I'll go now. Thanks for hearing me out this time, Dad." And she left the room to find Trish and Torrie.

Lily found her two friends sitting by the hotel outdoor pool. Trish was flirting with Carlito while Torrie eyed up Chris, who was lounging on one of the chairs across the pool. Lily shook her head at the two and sat down next to Torrie, dipping her legs in the cold water.

"I don't recommend Mr. Masterpiece, Tor, he's so full of himself it's disgusting," she interrupted the Diva's thoughts.

"Darn, he's one good looking kid I have to say," she laughed, her eyes still roaming his chiseled physique.

Lily rolled her eyes, "He's a meat head!" she sang splashing Torrie playfully.

This must have distracted Trish for she turned away from Carlito, setting her brown eyes on Lily. "So, how did it go with your dad?"

"I was trying to avoid that question," Lily laughed sheepishly and told them about her conversation.

"So he's bent on splitting you two up so John won't make mistakes? That's ridiculous! Every guy makes mistakes, it's part of their nature. They can't go through a dedicated relationship without making at least a few mistakes. It's al part of coming together, you two are supposed to be together and you've already had a few hard times, so, if John does make a mistake, which he will, you'll just love each other more," Trish ranted after Lily finished explaining.

Torrie nodded in agreement, "Glen just wants you to be aware of your own feelings, Lil. He justly warned you of what will definitely come, and trust me, it won't be long before John does make a mistake."

Lily considered what her friends said, her blue eyes watching the sun's reflection dance over the splashing pool water. She sighed in defeat and nodded, "I guess you're right, I mean, my ex made more mistakes than I can even count so I guess it just comes with the relationship. And I know I'm emotional when it comes to being alone and such, I just have to let time pass."

The three fell silent, taking in the afternoon sun. Lily glanced around the pool area and saw John talking to Carlito and to her surprise, Paul Levesque. He seemed to sense someone was looking at him because he turned and their eyes met. Lily waved and John bid the two goodbye and strode over to her.

"Hey babe," he grinned, sitting down behind her so she now sat between his legs.

"What were you talking to Paul for? I thought you hated Paul," Lily asked, running her fingers over the denim of his shorts as he dipped his legs in the water as well.

"I was talking to him about D-Generation X, hun. He must have talked to Randy about them getting back together because he told me him and Shawn were definitely going to get back together in a few weeks since McMahon is putting them both through their own personal hell."

"Do they know when DX is getting back together exactly or—?"

"No, but I told him to talk to you when they regroup, I think they could use a new member, especial one of your expertise on joke playing."

"What did Paul say?" Lily asked, her eyes glimmering with hope.

"He looked impressed when I told him about all the pranks you pulled since you got here, especially the one when you glued fuzz to Kurt Angle's head and when you bombed half the SmackDown roster with sticky balloons. He told me he'd talk to you after he spoke to Shawn."

Lily squealed happily and turned to kiss him. She paused at the devilish grin on his face and looked up at him curiously. Before she could ask, though, he pushed her backwards and she tumbled into the icy pool water, splashing Trish and Torrie.

The two Divas shrieked and Lily grabbed John's feet, trying to yank him into the pool as well. Trish and Torrie stood up and pushed John from behind, forcing him to tumble into the pool as well. He fell on top of Lily, pushing her under the water suddenly. The young Diva broke the surface coughing and sputtering, but still in high spirits.

"Hey, thanks you two!" she called after a laughing Trish and Torrie. They waved goodbye, still cracking up and went back into the hotel to change.

Lily then turned her attention back to John, who had pulled off his now soaked t-shirt and chucked it at Chris, getting him soaked. Before Lily could surprise John, he dunked her under the water again and she struggled against him as Chris dove into the pool. Lily kicked John in the balls so he'd let her go and she broke the surface as he yelled out in pain.

"What did you do that for?" he gasped, his hands clutching his groin as Lily giggled.

"To tell you not to dunk me under water, I hate that," she smiled. Chris then snuck up behind John and dunked him in retaliation for throwing the wet shirt at him.

Lily collapsed into a fit of giggles as John fought under the water. She quieted when Chris suddenly rose from the water on John's shoulders. He had him set up for an FU.

"Oh, come on, not in the pool!" Lily laughed, splashing him as he finished the move, sending Chris splashing underwater.

"Let's head back to the room to dry off before I start a fight," John smiled, climbing out of the water and pulling Lily out, her outfit dripping as John set her on her feet.

The two set off to their room, both of their clothes dripping with every step and drawing attention as they made their way through the lobby to the elevators. They got lucky and caught one all to themselves and Lily pressed the button to go upstairs.

"I spoke with my Dad…about us," Lily broke the silence as the elevator lurched upwards.

"Really? And what did your father have to say this time?" he said sarcastically.

"John, this isn't funny! You have no idea how much this is killing me. I just want my life to be content with a loving boyfriend and a happy father, okay?" she snapped.

"I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry," he apologized, pulling her into a wet hug and kissing the top of her head.

Lily launched yet again into her explanation of what her conversation with her father consisted of. John listened intently as the elevator came to a stop and the two stepped out. Lily continued talking as they entered their room, finishing when John shut the door with a snap behind him.

"He thinks I'm going to make a mistake that will hurt you?" he asked, and edge to his tone.

Lily nodded, "Yes, he's concerned for my so called sensitivity."

"Well he doesn't have to worry, I'd never hurt you, Lil, you know that," he threw her a towel so she could dry off her sopping clothes.

"Don't fool yourself, John, everyone makes mistakes. For all I know you could make one next week that would tear me up. I could even do the same to you and not even know it. Only time will tell, and I'm only here for another three months," Lily reminded him, pulling her soaked shirt over her head to reveal an equally soaked black bra.

John eyed her up as she stripped to change into dry clothes and snuck up behind her as she pulled out a dry wife-beater. He rung out one of his pant legs, soaking his hand with cold water and pressed it against her back, sending a visible shiver up her spine. He grinned when she jumped and spun around.

"That was freezing!" she laughed, throwing the beater aside as John provoked her.

"What are you gonna do about it, huh? It's not like you can beat in a bra and panties," he laughed as she glared at him.

Lily cocked an eyebrow and snickered, lunging for his soggy shorts. She caught him as he tried to move away and yanked, pulling the sopping shorts past his knees, his boxers going down with them. She straightened with satisfaction and looked at him expectantly.

"Well you can't beat me naked," she grinned.

"We'll see about that," he challenged and tackled her onto the bed as he grabbed one of her bra straps.