Here comes the big plan then. What do Steph and Hunter have in store? Hint: I started watching WWE in the late 90's when the crazy was high so…bear that in mind!
xXBalorBabeXx, Now it wouldn't be the Stephanie and Hunter we know and love if they just let Dean and Lauren win would it? Because those two will always have something up their sleeves! Best heels in the business by a country mile. They're just so good being bad and crazy and I think this is maybe the craziest they've ever been!
Skovko, Haha, well either you know me or the product too well, because you might be right on that guess. But hey, I feel like WWE has been a bit tame recently so this is the kind of insane that they need. Plus it leads to a whole lot of interesting things before the rest of the story of it out. Especially the finale so I have my reasons!
Mandy, Thank you, I'm feeling a lot better and am back at work this week. Hope you're feeling better too. Summer colds are the worst and I feel like a failure because I never usually get them! Good news for you in this chapter though, because a certain two-toned miscreant might pop up here. I know you've missed him!
Moxley Gal1, Well I hate to let you down…so I won't. Have you snuck onto my computer and read this chapter in advance? Either that or maybe we're working on telepathy. Either way this chapter hopefully has everything you could need/want. Plus it sets up the last couple of chapters and a huge decision that our favourite couple make.
Debwood-1999, Feeling much better thank you but I will say that whooping cough totally sucks! Luckily I have shaken it (thanks antibiotics) so am back on my feet! Don't worry, Lauren definitely makes it clear in this chapter that she is not on board with the McMahon family games but is hard to do when you're outnumbered like she is. Drama…
Wolfgirl2013, Hmmmm, maybe, but does it happen or is it stopped? That is the million dollar question in this one. Hope you like it though. I like a nice dramatic peak!
DannyPhantom619, Haha, this is total Attitude Era, all the way! But I guess if it ain't broke don't fix it! But yeah, Dean is certainly going to be all kinds of angry when he finds out what's going down or attempting to go down. I can never just give the poor guy an ordinary day!
Labinnacslove, Ick, brother-sister love! I think Seth would be as horrified as Lauren on that one. Maybe it would even be enough to make him give up his quest for the belt? Nah. Maybe not. Either way there is a wedding in progress. Hope you like who the proposed actual groom is though (by which I mean I hope you hate it because he's ick too!)
Minnie1015, Haha, this is you reviewing! Not to worry though, technology sucks. The number of times I have not got my full orders because I thought I hit a button but obviously missed. I feel the pain! Looks like your guess might be good too but you'll have to read and find out…
LunaticxLass, Ding ding, you're right but I'm not going to spoil the surprise of which of our lovely bachelors Lauren is being matched up with until we get to it! However it is safe to assume though that our Deano will not be happy about it in the least. Maybe we'll see a hint of Mox?
Okay, lots of high drama then…
Shotgun Wedding
Before I had time to even figure what was happening I was physically hauled from the room I had been tricked into and then towed along the corridor trying my best to kick out. My plan was to trip up Hunter and force him to free me but thanks to the wedding dress it was impossibly hard, because the train of the thing was so long and floaty that all I really did was trip up myself and so resorted instead to trying to plant my heels in and mould myself to the carpet –
Unfortunately not even that worked.
Plan B therefore was calling for help loudly which I utilized in tandem with the other two things, hauling in a long breath and then trying to let a yell out which Stephanie stopped dead by clamping my mouth with her hand.
"Be quiet."
Oh yeah, like that was going to happen.
Instead it made me try to call out more, mumbling pathetically underneath her hot palm and fighting like a wild thing as I was hauled further into the arena bowels.
My entire system was bursting with panic and adrenaline and cold shivers and a million other responses as well, until my head was spinning and I felt breathless with the exertion and the need to bust out of there and get myself to somewhere safe.
I shook my head and moved her hand a little,
"Please– ,"
But in a second the clamp was back again and accompanied by her also poking her nails in as she tried to get herself a far better grip. I had literally no idea where the hell they were taking me and had visions of being loaded into the back of a van and then being transported about a thousand miles away like I had been the first time and then locked up again and –
Oh god no.
On no plane of reality could I go through that hell again, because I absolutely and completely was not even remotely strong enough and I knew that with every last fibre of my being. My lungs were heaving but thanks to my stepmother's grip on me and the fact that she had managed to half cover my nose, I was barely sucking in the oxygen that I needed and so I was starting to feel foggy-headed and weak. I could vaguely tell that we were heading the towards the ring again though and for a second that filled my brain with hope, since it meant they weren't trying to haul me away completely and so that seemed like a good thing –
Oh wait.
Nope.
Except for all the crowds and the fact that I was wearing and actual wedding gown that I kept tripping up over like I was playing dress up in adult clothes and which hinted at some sort of ritual humiliation or batcrap crazy scheme using me as the pawn.
Stephanie hissed over my head,
"Remember the plan here, we're going to have to move quickly on this if we're going to get it done before Ambrose and Reigns show up."
My heart leapt a teeny tiny little bit at that statement since it proved they knew in the same way I did that my boys would come through for me and help break things up and that thought even fuelled me with enough sudden conviction that I was finally able to lift my foot up and catch it on the big broad tread of my father who cursed out loudly and then even stumbled, which loosened up his too tight grip. Instantly I swung myself round in the corridor and tried to push Stephanie back while bellowing like mad,
"Somebody help – ,"
But it turned out after a lifetime spent recoiling from punches and kicks and presses, my father recovered plenty fast and launched in from behind to pin both my arms again as Stephanie hustled back in to replace her cold hand.
Hunter seemed actually mildly distressed by it,
"Lauren, you're making this harder on yourself, I don't want to hurt you so maybe you could just try this walking without us having to drag you huh?"
Nope.
Did he seriously think that I would suddenly slap my forehead and agree to play nice purely because he had asked me to or like I owed him my respect or an ounce of authority when had grabbed me and frightened me and broken my heart? In response to him I let out an angry little grunt noise and then tried again to pull my arms back and trip him up again but the dress folds had fallen and twisted at my ankles and so once more I only managed to tangle my own feet up instead.
How was nobody around us hearing it?
Usually backstage was full of folk bustling around and yet typically the one time I genuinely needed someone – anyone – there wasn't another soul for a million miles.
Stephanie grunted,
"The hard way it is then."
Between they continued to pull me again and we stumbled past the trolleys and packing crates and pallets until I could gradually hear the roar of the crowd and the weird sort of rustling sound caused by thousands of people waiting restlessly for something and shifting about. My heart flipped over because whatever they were planning I was only a few steps away from finding out and in the moment blissful ignorance seemed so much more preferable.
Stephanie snapped at someone,
"Play the music now."
I was hauled across the threshold into gorilla and then clumsy between the chairs and baffled looking staff who gaped but made no other moves to help me since they were likely too frightened or else too bewildered to think right. Matty was standing open-mouthed in horror but at least he knew the right thing to do and so as I was physically forced towards the curtain to the rampway, he threw me a soothing look and then slid off from the back.
Dean.
He was going to hunt down my fiancé and hustle him back to save me.
It helped my heart a bit –
But only a bit because then the music kicked in suddenly and scared me pretty much halfway to death. Beside me my stepmother took her hand from my mouth at last and then used it to straighten out the wrinkles in her suit before clamping my other arm so that I was being held on both sides and then smiling at her husband,
"Are you ready sweetie?"
"I hate you both."
In spite of my brutally spat out little statement, I couldn't stop either of them proudly stepping out, hauling me between them like some sort of overly-dressed ragdoll and probably also looking like one hell of a hot mess as well.
I wasn't kidding –
Because even though I was wearing a beautiful white wedding gown which had a lace train flowing behind me and showed off my collarbone and neck, I was also pretty sure the hair that Stephanie had pinned up had pretty much fallen with all the fighting I had done and I could feel the tiara or the garland or whatever slipping back every time I tried to buck myself loose.
But then again, how perfect was anyone supposed to look when being towed down a rampway by two people they despised?
I kept on struggling,
"Dean is going to kill you – Roman too – don't think they won't."
Stephanie snorted,
"If they make it out in time to stop things."
I tried to grind my heels in but they merely skated me across the mats and past the many fans hanging over the barricades and booing and cussing at the older pair.
"Ugh – stop what?"
Instead of giving me an actual answer, Stephanie beamed and fixed her eyes on the ring and for the first time since we had stepped out into the arena, I followed her gaze and then blinked in horror.
Um, what the hell?
In between me going to get dressed minutes earlier and being unceremoniously dragged out again, a team of what I assumed had to be pixies had given the ring a full makeover of sorts. Instead of the plain white canvas that I was used to, a red carpet had been laid out over the top and a table had been set up beside one of the turnbuckles that appeared to be holding a multiple levelled cake. In the centre of the ring there was a flower-strewn white archway and a man standing beneath it looking uncertain as hell but holding a book in his hands and dressed smartly in a suit and tie like a pastor might wear.
I gasped,
"No way – ,"
I had to be dreaming things because it looked like they had set up a wedding for me and which frankly would have seemed a lot more preposterous had I not been wearing the quintessential white bridal gown and being frog marched out towards it like a prisoner.
But who the hell were they marrying me to?
Movement to one side of the ring caught my attention and so too did the sudden flash of a golden looking box as Seth fell into view in his ridiculous black suit combo and a hangdog expression that honestly didn't sit very well.
I tried to bust free again,
"Lauren – ,"
"I'm not marrying him, this is crazy – you're crazy – I can't marry Seth."
Stephanie snorted,
"You think that's the plan here? Then I guess it's true what they say about having beauty but no brains, except for me of course because luckily I have both of them."
I stumbled a little as they reached a sudden halt and then lurched when I realized we were right in front of the ring ropes and that somehow they expected me to haul myself and the dress in, but which I was less convinced about doing since I had been kidnapped and didn't want to be there at all. My father moved himself suddenly beside me and bent low before tipping me over his shoulder in a single fluid motion that was so abrupt I actually screamed.
"Wha – no, put me down – ,"
I banged on his kidneys and tried to hammer his soft flesh with my pathetic little fists but was powerless to stop him from climbing up the ring steps and then somehow manoeuvring us both through the ropes. Frankly it would have been quite impressive had I not been upside down and being taken to my doom and so the modicum of surprise that came from his handling was instantly replaced by overwhelming fear,
"Let me go, let me go – ,"
He flipped me back onto my feet again and I stumbled as my world tipped and then almost fell back. Hard hands caught me and pressed tight into my hip bones until I actually gasped at what would fast become finger marks and which were so far removed from the way Dean held my lower half that I almost broke down crying for him right there.
Ugh.
In the end however I merely twisted a little to try and scowl off my new handler.
Randy Orton was staring back and I felt my throat seize up like he had grabbed it as my whole body became stiff and then ran cold in horrified shock. Earlier when I had seen him scowling over the ropes at me, he had been wearing his much hated black wrestling trunks but at some point he too had been visited by the pixies because he had changed into an actual full three-piece suit, with a waistcoat and a bowtie and a carnation in his pocket like he was going to a wedding or getting married –
Oh no, oh no.
No, no, no.
It wasn't happening.
Hunter and Stephanie were going to marry me to him.
Frantic little spots of panic-based brightness began to instantly explode across my eyes and I could feel myself beginning to feel steadily fainter as the fear and anxiety levels went through the roof and then put so much pressure on my system that everything started to try and bale out. I even lightly began to feel myself swaying before blinking back the panic and making myself stand firm.
Randy smirked at me,
"White kinda suits you, told you I'd see you later huh?"
He was still clinging onto my waist like a limpet but on the plus side at least, that meant both my hands were still free and so before I even really knew what I was thinking, I reined back a palm and hit him hard across the cheek, so hard in fact that his head snapped sideways and the force of the blow actually stung my own skin, but produced a smack that was sharp and brutal and so therefore totally worth the ensuing minor throbbing pain.
"Get the hell away from me," I screamed at him angrily, plunging my nails into his hands to coerce him off and then trying to grate the skin from his knuckles which he hissed at and which also seemed to completely piss him off,
Good.
Stephanie clapped her hands briskly at the pastor who was watching the scene with a measure of pure alarm and who flinched in response as her shrill tones broke the tension like someone had inadvertently stepped on a cat.
"Start."
"No," I pleaded, turning towards him and then finding myself being clamped and pulled back as Randy moved forward and pressed an arm around me to haul me against his chest and his body and his –
Ick.
"Too late babe, you should have seen this coming."
"Get off me, I hate you, I hate you – I don't want this."
Not being the most religious of people, I had no idea how marriage ceremonies were supposed to play out, but I was pretty convinced that both members had to be willing and so therefore could not figure out for the actual life of me why the pastor hadn't put a stop to the sham or refused to take part on the basis of kidnapping or bride-based distress.
Instead he swallowed and opened the book,
"Dearly beloved – ,"
"No," I called out frantically, casting around the ring, "Hunter – Dad – please don't. Seth – Seth I know things are different now and messed up but you can't let them do this to me please help."
In response to my missives Hunter bit his lip pretty heavily but looked away resolutely and so therefore didn't flicker once and so in my panic I had turned to the last person there with us and the streaky blonde-haired man I had once loved so very much. Seth by contrast was looking right at me and as I bawled out my plea he swallowed and then looked down, his whole body screamed regret or more likely swirling conflict but the one thing he didn't do at any point was move.
I was all on my own.
"No," I sobbed openly, trying to struggle against Randy's arms and hating the way his body felt behind me and hating his touch and everything in between.
How in the world could it be actually happening?
I was going to wake up right?
I had to wake up.
In front of us the pastor was tugging guiltily at his neckline and I wondered very briefly what dirt Hunter and Steph had found on him or what kind of hold they had to make him participate in such plain insanity. Maybe they had his child tied up and suspended over a shark tank or something, since there was quite literally nothing I wouldn't put past them. Maybe they had simply offered him a bunch of money to pay off the gambling debts he had been stealing from the church? Maybe the man was simply a pussy? Either way the fact was that he was actually doing it and stumbling and fudging his way through the sham of a ceremony while the bride kicked and screamed and tried to twist out.
"We are gathered here today in the sight of God to – ,"
Stephanie interrupted with a hand flap,
"Hurry up."
He fumbled uncertainly over several pages which I honestly figured that he probably should have known since weddings – forced or otherwise – had to be his bread and butter. Or maybe he was nervous about the constant booing of the crowd. He flinched as a cup of soda was tossed at him missing only by an inch.
He found the page then cleared his throat,
"Do you Lauren Hope take this man Randy Orton to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
I opened my mouth,
"No – ,"
In reality however I only managed half the syllable since The Viper's hand quickly slapped in over my mouth, cutting off both my answer and my desperate head shakes as I tried to call things off the only real way I could.
Stephanie smiled sweetly,
"Of course she does, next question."
Had they all sat down one night and watched Robin Hood Prince of Thieves? Because that was quite literally the only explanation I could come up with as to why they would have settled on their plan unless they had happened on the Dukes of Hazzard episode where Daisy was forcibly married to some hillbilly man. What was even the reasoning behind it? Was it solely to tie me to their crooked gang? Maybe it was to make Dean so jealous that he would leave me or else a last ditch attempt to make me see Randy Orton as the one.
None of it would work.
How could they ever think that when the man had tried to rape me?
My father knew that.
I squeaked my panic and horror through the fingers and then tried my best to buck and fight out but Randy had always been crazy strong and pretty ruthless and so he simply squeezed tighter and pressed his groin towards my ass. Seth looked across and I caught his eyes frantically, pleading for him to step in and do the right thing and watching his brown eyes ripple with fury which I couldn't figure out the base cause for.
He couldn't be angry at me?
Possibly.
Likely he thought I had brought things on myself or been stupid and falling into another trap laid by my father and honestly on that point he was probably right. From in front of us Pastor Asshole as I had chosen to call him continued with a quiver,
"Randy Orton, do you take this woman to be your lawful wedded wife? To have and to hold, to – ,"
"Yeah yeah whatever, make it legal already."
I shivered then shook my head but given that my part had already been said for me and the crooked little preacher had taken things that far, I strongly doubted my silent plea would even touch him and it turned out that I was right since he followed that up with a cough.
"Um, okay then, in that case by the authority vested in me by the state of Indiana – ,"
I closed my eyes.
Oh god.
In another split second I would be married to Randy and although I wanted to believe it wouldn't be binding I knew that Stephanie's lawyers would have made sure it was and would have probably thrown in a few ironclad clauses and a horrible agreement that I would be physically forced to sign. I looked towards the ramp needing Dean to come in flying and Roman too to make them all stop, because if he didn't then our lives together would be in jeopardy and so too would the marriage I had been blissfully dreaming of.
Mom please, I need your help.
But what could she do?
"I now pronounce you – ,"
He broke off with a grunting sound which was also accompanied by a solid sort of thud and when I blinked my eyes open in a measure of confusion it was to see the crooked minister bent over and turning bright red with pain as a familiar golden briefcase swung back from his ribcage where it had momentarily been buried.
I couldn't believe it.
Seth.
Seth Rollins had interrupted the pivotal line of the wedding and in so doing had straight up saved me from a fate worse than death and nor was I the only one blindsided by the movement since Randy let his hand drop away from my face and Hunter stuttered for a second then bellowed loudly,
"What in the – what did you go and pull a stunt like that for?"
Stephanie was more implicit and ear-piercing,
"Have you gone mad?"
I had to agree since the move seemed suicidal in terms of upsetting their new mega-heel team and but it also gave me hope that he had finally seen the light and wanted to be back with his brothers and me again and travelling on the road with us and playing the yellow car game and simply being the Seth that we had known and loved.
Mostly I was hoping he would start swinging at them –
Instead however he threw up his hands like he was pissed off with all of us.
"Come on, this isn't the shit I signed up for, I signed up to win titles not being the extra in some family soap opera or whatever the hell this crazy is. Besides, what the hell is this even achieving? I'm all about the business but this freaking nuts."
Looking back he had always had low tolerance for drama.
But then neither was his statement a parting of ways and instead it seemed more like he was pissed by a distraction that he thought might take away from him ending up on top and which I might have even believed had I been more cynical. Except that I wasn't and never really had been and so I knew that a part of Seth still cared a little bit for me and still carried around the big brother instinct that he had built up over our time on the road and so therefore also probably still cared for his brothers even if he had managed to convince himself otherwise.
In short, he was still in there like I always kind of hoped he was.
Hunter blew a sigh out,
"Steph maybe he's right, I mean even for us this is all kinds of messed up."
My stepmother however was very much not on side which she demonstrated by opening and closing her lip-glossed mouth up and then adopting the sort of glower that would have turned mortal men to rock like some sort of mythical, snake-headed goddess who could also deafen people with her unnatural banshee tones,
"What? Hunter this is how things have to be and you know that."
My father blinked a little and then looked across at me, still pinned up against Randy Orton's foul body and with watery eyes and a crooked garland in my hair. It made something in him flicker, like a paternal sort of instinct which then fled and returned so fast I could barely keep track. He seemed like he was fighting some sort of inner battle between wanting to get the better of Dean and Roman but needing to be a parent as well and I genuinely held my breath to see which way he would go with it, but which was then thankfully cut off as the crowd cheered and leapt up.
Dean was sprinting down the ramp –
Dean and Roman.
I let out a giggle which surprised even myself because technically I probably should have been bawling or screaming instead of letting loose a smile. But then how could I not have responded with happiness at the sight of the cavalry?
He always came through.
In response to their appearance and pretty rapid trajectory, my stepmother wisely chose to hustle from the ring and so too did Seth on the pretence of looking after her while my father tensed his fists up and turned to face the incoming men.
"Damn it," Randy hissed fiercely from behind me and I startled because I had briefly forgotten that he was there, even though his fingers were still holding me so tightly that I was pretty sure they were going to leave a big bruise.
I sneered at him proudly,
"Looks like you lost asshole, might want to leave before my fiancé beats you down and then lets his brother pick over what's left of you."
It was probably among the most ballsy things I had ever said and I actually chuckled like some sort of total mega bitch before realizing that I shouldn't have tried it at all because that would never be me. Randy growled in my ear and then shook me,
"Shut up."
"Ouch – ,"
He hauled me over to the preacher, who was still lightly probing his midsection with his fingers like he was checking for internal bleeding after being battered with the case and then flashed out a hand to grab him by the collar and push him back beneath the archway,
"Finish the damn ceremony."
Huh?
Hunter was still braced for the impact of my fiancé but if the pastor got the line out it wouldn't matter anyway and so I turned towards the ramp and screamed until my lungs burst in a warning to hurry up that rattled round the ring.
"Dean."
Following my shout and the direction of my bellowing, the pained little pastor somewhat confusedly turned his head and then seemingly for the first time took stock of the incoming back-up including the big man with the hellacious tattoo and an expression that would have curled milk in the udder, not to mention my genuinely murderous looking man.
He faltered,
"Um – ,"
"Finish it," Randy screamed at him and seeing that his attentions were focused on the minster and therefore not so much on me anymore, I performed a sudden violent twisting manoeuvre that managed to tear my arm from his grasp and possibly also dislocated my shoulder, although in the moment I honestly couldn't have cared about that. For a second though I stood in a sort of bewildered freeze frame, because I wasn't able to tell if I was free from him or not, but gradually realization floated down through the ether and I turned and tried to run which worked for a second but no more since his reach was long and ridiculously speedy, not to mention that I was wearing the world's most stupidly long dress.
Randy stepped on it –
He genuinely stepped on it and planted his big polished boot on the train and the shock of sudden total lack of momentum threw me so off balance that I toppled to one side so completely very not gracefully that the next thing I knew I had crashed to the floor.
"Oof – ,"
Randy stomped towards me and I made myself little,
"Get up, we're getting this damn thing done."
Beneath me the mat bounced harshly and suddenly and while initially I assumed it was The Viper pounding in, the roar of the crowd and the violence of its flexing clued me in suddenly to what it actually was and I looked up with raw hope in the exact same moment that Dean went barrelling into Randy hard and with an actual furious yell of exertion as the pair of them tangled up and then went toppling to the floor. My fiancé was a writhing mass of fists and bile and sinew, getting the best of the grappling in a flash and then beginning to punch for all he was worth, growling as he did and his fists pretty much flying as he battered Randy's head with uncoordinated windmill hits. Looking around at more bouncing beside me, I took in Roman standing over by the ropes and clearly throwing visual daggers at my father who seemed a bit dishevelled and was being supported by Steph and occasionally tapping at his lip in a blood check which let me know with a grin that he had taken a direct hit.
"Motherfuckin' scum-suckin' wannabe rapist bastard – ,"
Dean was still swinging like he was in a boxing tournament and had at some point changed back into his leather jacket too which he stripped off with purpose as he suddenly stood up, willing a dazed and bloodied Randy to follow him so he could end their brutal showdown with a final knockout punch.
He never got the chance.
Because without any warning Seth suddenly shot his arms in and hauled his buddy Randy back to the relative safety of outside which simultaneously surprised and also disheartened me since there went my hopes of him wanting to put things right. Evidently he still wasn't ready to give up the gravy train but he had proved that he cared and for the moment that was enough. Dean bumped the ropes and clambered halfway up them so that he was bobbing on the bottom rung and leaning over the top,
"Come back and fight me like a man y' damn coward."
Roman was standing tall beside him as well and both of them struck such an intimidating presence that being in amongst them was the only thing I would ever want and so I turned myself with a hiss onto my kneecaps and then cursed as my dress got all tangled,
"Ugh you stupid thing – ,"
"Princess?"
Dean was heading towards me probably having heard my pity clothing groans and he then lowered into a low squat in front me before planting his big warm hands on my arms in the loving and supportive way that Randy had not done.
God I could have cried his touch was so nice.
"Dean, I'm so sorry I – I had no idea, I – I just thought that it was going to be a cocktail dress or something and there was a girl from the wardrobe department there as well but she said that I couldn't look because the outfit was a surprise and – and I guess that at that point Hunter and Stephanie must have come in because when I opened my eyes I was wearing this thing and both of them were stood there and then – then they hauled me out here and I was yelling and screaming but no one could hear me and then the pastor and the ceremony – ,"
Hands found out my cheek bones and then cupped them warmly,
"Hey, hey, slow down, easy."
I blinked up into his worried blue orbs rapidly and then all at once inhaled a breath, holding it briefly like I wanted to memorize it and everything about him before blowing it out again.
"Seth saved me – well – I mean sort of, otherwise I – I would be married by now."
I let out a shudder as I issued the word out and Dean grunted a little like he wasn't too sold on that or the role his former younger brother had played in it, but luckily thought better of hashing the matter out as he instead seized up my hands and then stood upright,
"Come on, let's get you the fuck outta that thing."
It turned out that standing was almost impossible because no matter where I planted my feet or even tried to, there was about a metre of white material pinning me down and to be honest it was looking like I would have to get naked until a second pair of hands lifted up me from the waist,
"There you go baby girl, that's quite the wedding dress huh?"
Roman was smiling with a bewildered sort of look, which I couldn't blame him for since even by our bizarre standards the marriage-that-wasn't ranked pretty high in what-in-the-hell. Dean swept in the second I was upright and wrapped his arm around my hips, guiding me evenly over the canvas as I scrabbled to pick up the front of the dress, realizing belatedly that I hadn't even thought about borrowed, blue things, old and new.
I blinked in a minor stupor,
"What about commentary? Maybe I should go back and – ,"
"The show's over baby girl, that crazy ass ceremony was their big main event deal."
"It was?"
"Uh huh."
I sounded mystified,
"Oh."
In response to it Dean let out a growl of frustration but turned and used his free palm to pillow my head, pressing it in towards his lips as he aggressively kissed my temple and then uttered the magic words,
"I'm gettin' you outta here."
Next chapter Lauren and Dean talk through their options then get over the shock the only way they know how...
