Five months later
Emylee was more in control of her life than ever before. Oddly enough, the relationship between her and Dave was parental, flirtatious, but parental.
She came around one of the corners the Staples Arena. Smirking, and couldn't wait to see her three angels. The raven haired beauty made her way to her office, where Paul, Shane, and Stephanie were waiting. John Morrison, formally Johnny Nitro, stopped her before she reached her office.
"Beautiful"
"Handsome"
Handing her a flower, she loved his simplicity. On camera, he was a pre-Madonna. Alone, we could watch Willy Wonka, with a pizza, and enjoy the hell out of it. He was extremely down to earth. Emylee was hands off always, but after the split, and the babies, he threw everything out the window.
Three months earlier
John and Emylee were finishing the re-write of his contract.
"Well, that's it"
"Thanks. I was actually nervous about the changes, but this isn't that bad".
"I don't bite John", she smirked.
She never liked him at first, because of super bitch Melina. They split, and he changed in some ways. Maybe he was always like that, and she never noticed, but now, this man was sexy, in an earthy way. She had kids, and just walked away from Dave, too much drama, right?
"I know. Can I talk to you about something?"
"Sure"
"It's on a personal level."
"Alright, what up then?"
"What are you doing tonight?"
"Well, it's Tuesday. That means pizza, scripts, and finishing contracts."
"How about you just say it's you and me with a pizza."
"Whoa, um, John, I mean….."
"Don't stutter, it's a casual date. Jeans, T-shirt, adult swim, catch up on Family Guy we miss during the week".
"You watch…"
"Yeah, not the person you thought I was. Listen, I know you've got burned, bad. Remember I was the guy with her. I also you have things you and Dave are working on, but I don't care. I know you heard "I'm different", but I mean it. If you believe it, you'll show at my room. If not, I'm just another wrestler trying to win over the lawyer who signed me".
"You sell a hard bargain, worse than what I argue".
Standing up, they walked over to the door.
"At least call if you say no. Being stood up is rude", he grinned.
"Wow, look at you, nice, polite, but assertive. Okay, you're on".
They talked about everything, including the big ass Louis Vuitton elephant in the room, by the name of Dave Batista. In any event, it was nice, natural, and fun, and they have clicked ever since.
Present
"So are we on for Chinese and a movie?"
"That's the plan".
Dave, John, and Randy eyed the two down the way.
"Ok, we're married. I love Steph, and wouldn't change that for anything. My wife and I had this conversation last night. She would give me a pass, with one chick. Dave, it was your ex. She's looking damn hot right now. Hell, she'd try at her too, if she went that way. What the hell is going on man?", Randy said.
"Honestly, I have no clue, yes, you think I haven't noticed that, dumbass? I mean all the signs of us being okay are there, but then she's dating, and John of all people".
"What ever it is, it's the talk of the locker room, and others notice her sexiness too. Including your truly", John added.
"You think they are…"
"Naw, I would be able to tell" Dave said, trying to convince himself.
"We have an audience", he grinned at the trio.
"Oh well".
She kissed him goodbye, and waived to the men down the way. They pretended not to watch the two. Making her way to her meeting, she walked in, and the locker room wasn't the only place that noticed. The three in the room noticed too. Steph was serious to Randy about her being with Emylee. She would never act on it, because that was her friend, but she was hot. Childbirth did her good. Making her way to her desk, Shane and Paul watched every stride and movement she made.
"Shall we begin?"
It was Dave's three day weekend with Kris and Dani. They were the trio of delight to him. Anna, was their big sister, who watched out for everything with them, and at times, both Emylee, and Dave, had to tell her it's ok, and not to worry so much. It was cute sometimes, and tiring others. They watched their favorite sponge, with popcorn for Anna, and bottles for the babies. He heard the laughter from the three, and it always made him happy to be a father. It was just the husband part he was wondering if that would ever happen, with the person he wanted. Emylee Harris. His mind wandered back to when Emylee stayed at the house for the last time….
"Alright, going to the movies, I'll be back later".
She walked out in her gladiator sandals, shorts, and a halter. Not too exposed, but the pregnancy treated her well, becoming curvier then she was before, and he noticed. The straw that broke the camel's back, was the long bob hair cut she decided to get.
"Ok, they have been fed, and I'll be back in three or four hours"
"I still can't believe…', he said touching her hair.
"It was time. I'm a grown woman with children".
They inched closer, and their faces were inches apart.
"I know that, I was there, still here. How long are you going to act like nothing is going on".
She took in his smell, as always, and closing her eyes, before answering.
"Nothing is".
He leaned in and kissed her. She caressed his face, and his hands moved slowly down to her breasts. She arched, and moaned at the touch, and then abruptly backed away, grinning.
"How long Emylee"
"Leave it alone Dave. This is as far as I can handle".
She walked around him, and away to her car. Two days later, she and the babies moved out.
Anna brought him out of the thought.
"Dad, its bedtime".
"Oh yeah, lets tuck the twins in".
The two of them laid the kids down, and she turned in. He laid in his bed, just confused. He knew how they ended up where they were, but confused at why it remained that way. Not mad, or annoyed, just confused and he wanted some honest answers.
She was an agent, and loved it. Nothing changed, just she wasn't wrestling anymore. John was backing off a bit to make his transition to movies. Life was good, until she noticed something was off. She looked over at her husband who was fast asleep. Her girlfriends were awake. One was occupied, and the other was feeding her son. She decided to text the latter.
"U awake?"
"Feeding Nick, Y?"
"Can I come by?"
"Come on. What's wrong?"
"I'll tell you when I get there".
Emylee never liked to compare but the make out sessions with John were like Heroin. Addicting, and she never wanted them to end. They were so different, exotic and exciting. It was that Dave wasn't good, he was, and damn good might she add. Experienced, but never tried anything new. John, there were things they did, that made her like a 14 year old discovering the process all over again. It was as if he looked up things before he came by, she didn't know for sure. She backed away for air, and they both smirked as usual. It was their usual actions; they would go so far, and back away. She didn't want to rush anything.
"I'm sorry, I know you need time…"
"No, I've had enough"
"Alright this is awkward".
She caressed his face again, and he kissed her, and it was then, she pulled him on top of her. No turning back at this point, it was time, and she didn't care about anyone else but the two of them in the room.