The doorbell rang again, signaling more guests had arrived.

"Dios mio," Lilian muttered. "Why didn't we just put a damn sign on the door telling everyone to go around back?"

Dwayne laughed and continued watching the food on the grill.

Lilian put on a grin as she walked through his... their now completed house. She reached the front door and greeted Stephanie and Paul.

"Hey!"

"Hi Lil!" Stephanie had a dish in her hand. "I made you some of my brownies."

"Thank you very much, Steph!" She took the plate of chocolatey goodness and looked at Paul. "Hey, D's in the back if you want to go out and do whatever it is you men do."

"Okay," Paul agreed, setting off down the long hall and to the backyard. Lilian and Steph both rolled their eyes as a loud cheer from all the guys in the backyard rang out when Paul stepped outside.

"Men," Lilian said, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah. They're a bunch of animals," Stephanie agreed, her eyes darting around the large foyer. "God, Lilian, this is beautiful!"

"Yeah, tell that to Dwayne. He did all the hard work," Lilian joked. "I just clean."

Stephanie opened her mouth to reply, but the door was knocked on again. Lilian opened it, squealing when she saw Trish and her fiancée Ron standing there.

"Why hello!" Lilian said smiling, after putting the brownies down on a small decorative table in the entryway.

"Hey girl!"

The two blondes hugged and they all headed back outside.

Lilian had already sat plates out on the tables set up outside. After checking to make sure that they hadn't blown away in the cool breeze, she noticed that Paul was now grilling and Dwayne was talking to the Coach.

She frowned, wondering what they could possibly be talking about.

"So, buddy, what have you been up to?" Dwayne asked the Coach, clapping his hand down hard on his shoulder.

"Not a lot," the other man replied back arrogantly.

"Really? Lilian has told me several times that you've been nice enough to show her the gossip papers with her stories in them."

Coach nodded hesitantly. "Yes I did. I would think she would like to be in the media. You know, since her album is coming out soon."

"Yeah, well," Dwayne said softly, his dark eyes boring holes in the sunglasses clad eyes of the Coach, "I don't think the articles are funny. Nor do I think it's funny that you go out of your way to show Lilian every single article. One bit. And if you bother her again, I'll make sure that I make a special guest appearance on Raw. And believe me, the ass kicking I give you will not be part of the script. Got it?"

"Got it," Coach replied miserably, slinking off to a corner.

Lilian shook her head, walking up to Dwayne. "What was that all about?" she asked, slipping her arm around his waist.

"Uh, let's just say that Coach won't be harassing you anymore," Dwayne replied innocently.

Lilian glanced at Dwayne. "You didn't threaten to kill him, did you?"

Dwayne laughed, pulling her closer and kissing her. "Of course not, baby," he whispered against her lips.

"Okay, good."

A high pitched whistling pulled the two apart. Lilian's green eyes widened at the newcomer.

"Holy shit! It's Stifler!" Lilian called.

Dwayne's co-star, Seann William Scott walked into the backyard.

Dwayne chuckled and walked up to his friend. "Hey! I'm surprised you made it."

"What? And miss your moving in?"

Dwayne grinned, taking his shocked girlfriend's hand and pulling her forward. "Seann, this is my girlfriend Lilian Garcia," he introduced to the young movie star.

"Nice to meet you," Lilian said shyly, sticking out her right hand.

"Likewise, Ms. Garcia," Seann replied, lifting her hand and kissing it lightly. "I am a huge fan."

"Really?" Lilian asked, surprised.

"Yes. 'Shout' was an awesome song. When will you be releasing your CD?"

Lilian tried not to freak as she replied, "Not soon enough." Seann nodded and set off through the crowd of people to sit next to Johnny Knoxville.

Lilian waited until he was out of earshot, then turned and smacked Dwayne on the chest. "D! Stifler's a fan of mine!" she squealed.

After they had all eaten dinner, the guys cleared the tables and grabbed a football.

"Who's up for a little pig skin?" Dave Batista asked, twirling the ball in his hands.

Trish and Lilian looked at him, shaking their heads.

"C'mon, we'll show these girls how it's really done!" Paul took the ball from him and silently decided they'd be the captains. "I pick Dwayne."

"I'm picking Ron!"

Stephanie crossed her arms. "You can't just pick guys, you pigs!"

"Okay. I pick Trish," Paul said with a smirk.

"You jerk!" Stephanie said, taking off after her laughing husband.

A few minutes later, the teams were set. Stephanie spoke up. "Okay. Here's the deal. We're playing touch football because I'm not explaining to my Dad why his main event stars have broken ribs."

Everyone laughed and broke into their respective teams. "Okay," Dave said. "Who's the fastest girl on the team?"

"Probably Speedy McRing Announcer over there," Torrie Wilson said with a laugh.

"Okay. Lilian. You run across the field and I'll throw the ball to you. All you gotta do is catch it."

"I… you want me to do what?" Lilian asked incredulously.

"Come with me," Dave said, taking her gently by the arm. He led her to the left end of the backyard. "I'm going to pass you the ball."

She nodded. "Do I catch it?"

He bit his tongue so he wouldn't laugh. "Yes."

Once everyone was in position, Dave got open and perfectly threw the ball in Lilian's direction. She held her arms out to catch it.

Dwayne saw it all happen and started to run towards his girlfriend, hoping to intercept the pass. Of course, he wasn't hoping to crash into Lilian who was also running for the ball.

Lilian flew up and over when Dwayne collided with her, the breath rushing out of her body as she landed hard on her side. For a moment, all she could do was lay there.

She tried to take a breath, panic rising in her chest when it felt like her windpipe was closed up. Lilian managed a choked gasp, the panic rising even more when she realized the wind had been knocked out of her.

"Fuck," Dwayne cursed, running over to where Lilian lay, gasping for breath. "It's okay, baby," he soothed, helping her to sit up. "Put your head in between your knees and try to relax."

Lilian complied, and after what seemed like hours, she was able to draw a deep breath. She looked up, tears in her eyes as she looked at the concerned group among her.

"Is that what was supposed to happen?" she weakly asked Dave, her hand going to her side automatically.

"No, Lil, definitely not. I am so, so sorry," he answered.

Lilian sat there for a bit longer, gaining her bearings.

"I think we should call it a night," Paul finally announced.

The rest of the group murmured their agrees.

Lilian managed to get up and show everyone out, hugging and telling everyone goodbye. When they were all gone, she practically collapsed against the wall. "Oh my God. I feel like I got ran over by a train."

"I am so sorry, Lilian," Dwayne said, rushing to her. He easily swept her into his arms, carrying her to the living room.

"It's okay, D. Honestly. I'll live," Lilian told him, but she couldn't help the grimace of pain that came across her face.

Dwayne gently set her down, guilt washing over his face.

"What hurts, baby?" he asked, placing a hand on her small arm.

"My… my ribs. And my hip hurts a little," she admitted.

Dwayne blew through his lips, shaking his head. "Lilian, I am so sorry," he murmured, resting his hand against her cheek. "Do you want to go to the emergency room?"

She shook her head. "No, I'm really okay. Let's just clean everything up so I can go lay down."

"I'll do it," he offered quickly. "I'll go get you a bubble bath started, okay? That warm water will help you."

"D, I'll be okay. I don't need you watching over me and doing everything for me, I'm not broken." She cracked a small smile, trying to prove she was perfectly fine.

"Will you at least let me clean up while you relax in the tub?"

She thought it over. "How can I possibly say no to that?"

Dwayne smiled, extending a hand to help her stand, worriedly watching as she gingerly put weight on her hip. "Lil… are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital?"

She smiled, hiding the wince as she raised her arm to touch his cheek. "D. I've had enough of doctors and emergency rooms these last two months. I think I'll live."

"Okay," he said softly, watching as she struggled up the steps. With a small sigh, he set to cleaning the rooms up.

When she padded down the steps an hour later, clad in flannel pajamas with Mickey Mouse on them, she was pleasantly surprised to see Dwayne waiting with a heating pad and a bottle of Tylenol.

"Hey, you," he murmured. "Feeling better?"

"Not really," she answered truthfully. "But it helped."

He frowned and helped her to the couch. After she was seated, he offered her two of the tablets. "Here you go, take some of these."

She accepted both the pills and the water. "If you're going to be so nice to me, I should just get beat around more often."

"I don't plan on beating you around anymore, Lil," he said, very serious.

"Dwayne, I was just kidding. I know you'd never hit me, especially not on purpose. This was just an accident. I've been hit before when I played volleyball. Obviously not by a 250 pound solid wall of muscle, but I've been hit by some pretty buff girls."

He finally smiled and plugged the heating pad in the wall.

"So what happened?" he asked curiously. Seeing her confused look, he reiterated, "How'd you get knocked around playing volleyball? It's not really a contact sport last time I checked."

Lilian chuckled. "I was always the smallest on the team. So of course there were always a few girls who didn't see me and ran into me. But once the team captain and I got into an argument before a match, and she took her frustration out by slamming into me when I was getting ready to set up a shot."

"Ouch," Dwayne said sympathetically.

"I don't remember too much. I do remember that I ended up on the other side of the court, though, she nailed me so hard," Lilian admitted. "Plus, she outweighed me by about seventy pounds, so…"

She trailed off, smiling up at Dwayne. "Accidents happen. Don't beat yourself up over it. If you want, I can run into you while you're standing there."

"Sadly, I just think you'd get hurt again."

"Hey!" She playfully slapped him on the arm, immediately regretting it when a sharp pain shot up her side. She sucked in a deep breath, making a hissing sound.

His jovious eyes soon turned into concern. "Are you alright?"

"Stop asking me that!"

Reaching over, slid his hand up and down her arm softly. "I am so sorry, Lilian. If I could go back and change what happen, I would in a heartbeat."

"I've had bigger guys than you fall on me before," she pointed out. "Remember when Jamal about killed me?"

Rock shook his head, remembering when the man now known as Umaga and Lilian had a run-in in the ring. Of course, Jamal hadn't been too careful and left Lilian with a nasty bruise on her stomach thanks to his shoulder.

"Let's not think about that now, Lilian," he said softly.

He guided her to the couch, helping her to lay down on the now warm heating pad. "How's that feel?"

"Pretty good," she replied, frowning as he sat on the floor next to her.

"What? I'm not going to crush you again!"

She pushed out her lower lip in an exaggerated pout. "No sex?"

He stared at her. "...stop talking."

She giggled and lifted her fingers to play with his hair. "You should fork that remote over. Oh, and I would love some of Steph's brownies."

He handed her the remote and trotted off for the kitchen. He returned later with the plate and two glasses of milk. "Here you go."

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome," Dwayne replied softly, glancing between the floor and the couch.

Sensing his hesitation, Lilian beckoned him forward with one finger. "Come here," she said softly.

He moved forward, his eyes darting between the heating pad and her face, the worry traced on his face.

"You're not gonna hurt me, D," she said softly. "So please, sit down."

He sighed, moving forward and sitting down gingerly. When she didn't wince, he moved closer, guiding her head so it was laying in his lap.

"You good?" he asked nervously.

"Perfect," she answered, watching the TV.

Now it was his turn to run his fingers through her hair.

"You're going to put me to sleep doing that."

He grinned. "Want me to stop?"

"Hell no!"

"You better watch your mouth, young lady. Don't make me get the soap out."

"You wouldn't dare! Besides, the soap would probably hurt my muscles even more and we both know you don't want to cause me any more pain."

"No, I certainly do not," Dwayne said with a twinge of guilt in his voice.

Lilian paused, then said, "D, that was wrong. I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry about, Lilian," he replied. "I'm the one who about killed you tonight."

"Hey," Lilian answered softly, bringing her hand up to cup his cheek. "It was an accident. That's all."

"Yeah, but I-"

Lilian interrupted before he could really speak. "So, D, if I were to run over your foot tomorrow, would you hold it against me for the rest of my life?"

He thought about it. "Yes, yes I would." He grinned and lifted her hand, placing feather light kisses across it. "I am going to do whatever I need to do to make sure you're as comfortable as possible."

"D...you really don't have to do that."

"Yes, I really do. You don't want to go to the hospital, so I have to be extra careful. I don't want to risk you being hurt and then I worsen it," he said grudgingly.

"You won't, okay?"

He sighed, but then eventually nodded. "Okay."

She smiled. "Do you want to watch a movie?"

"Sure," he said. "What are you in the mood for? And don't say that damn fish movie."

Lilian feigned shock at his words. "Oh, my aching ribs," she teased playfully, the tone in her voice letting him know she was kidding.

"Oh, come on Garcia. I know you wouldn't use my guilt against me just so we have to watch Finding Nemo. Again. In Spanish. Again."

Lilian giggled, resting her chin against his knee.

"Okay, Mr. Movie Action Star, what do you want to watch?"

"Now that you've mentioned it, I loved Doom."

"No," she said quickly. "That movie scared the holy hell out of me."

"What'd I tell you about that mouth?"

"...that you love it?" She wigged her eyebrows.

He gave her a stern look and grabbed the remote.

"Fine, I pick a Lifetime movie," Lilian said, snatching the remote.

"Oh c'mon Lilian! Anything but one of those movies! All it is is softcore porn!"

"No, no, baby, if you want softcore porn, I will turn it to the Oxygen channel and we can watch that one show, Bliss."

"Lilian Garcia! How do you know about shows like that?" Dwayne asked, surprised.

Lilian blushed slightly, smiling shyly at Dwayne. "What? It was late one night and I couldn't sleep so I started watching it and uh… yeah."

"Mm hmm," Dwayne drawled, shaking his head. "I'd have never guessed my girlfriend was into shows like that."

"Yeah, but…" She trailed off, looking up at Dwayne suddenly. "And just how do YOU know about Bliss?"

It was Dwayne's turn to blush deeply. "Uh… Dany was a big fan of it," he said quickly.

"Oh, okay. So if I were to call her right now, she would confirm that?" Lilian asked, reaching across his lap to grab the cordless phone.

"Yeah, she would, but...Simone is probably sleeping now and I'd hate for her to be woken up." He smiled at her innocently.

"Mhm, it's 8:45," Lilian retorted after glancing at the clock.

"Fine, just like you, I couldn't sleep one night and I was just flicking! I didn't think it was going to be porn!"

She raised an eyebrow. "Why were you watching Oxygen to begin with? And don't tell me it's because you like watching Ellen."

"I'll have you know I watched plenty of Ellen along with Will and Grace when I had to play that role for Be Cool!" He stuck his tongue out at her.

"Yeah, yeah, sure. Excuses, excuses," Lilian teased. "Can we watch something funny?"

"Be Cool was funny," he pointed out.

"Yes, it was," Lilian agreed. "I was thinking of something animated though."

"Oh, here we go with those goofy fish again," Dwayne groaned.

"Hey, buster. Don't you talk about Dory that way," Lilian threatened.

"Oh yeah? Or what?"

"Or this."

She struggled to sit up, managing to do so with his help. When Lilian was finally up, she leaned in, kissing him gently on the lips.

Dwayne accepted her embrace, carefully entwining his arms around her waist. "Lil…" he moaned. "I don't want to hurt you."

Lilian paused, kissing his forehead tenderly before leaning hers against his.

"You could never hurt me," she murmured softly. "At least not on purpose."

With that, he captured her lips this time, gently easing her down on the couch as he gently tugged at her shirt.

End Part Unlucky 13