For the first time in months, I woke up alone.
Skylar wasn't staring over me, and Chey, since we had picked her up, wasn't sleeping peacefully next to me. We'd done a huge show in Madison Square Garden the night before, and they both should be exhausted. I looked over at the clock next to me and noticed that it was nine o'clock in the morning.
I stood to go to the bathroom and saw a note taped to the mirror:
Dear Shawnie,
Me and Cheyenne went shopping. We borrowed your credit card. She said you wouldn't mind, and since she's you're daughter, I'm sure she's right. We also borrowed your pants. Don't ask. It's just in case of an emergency.
Love always,
Skylar Anne
PS: We also borrowed Hunter. If he says we kidnapped him, he's lying.
PSS: We also took Jeff.
Oh dear Jesus. He only knows what they could be up to. I quickly found my phone and dialed Skylar's cell phone. Her, plus my daughter, plus Jeff Hardy, plus New York City, equaled trouble. The phone rang and I heard Creep by Radiohead blasting from the bed stand. She left her phone.
I racked my brain for a way to figure out where they were. Mark? No, she wouldn't tell him. Andy? Like I'm taking that chance. Phil.
I rushed down the hall and banged on his door. He answered a second later, looking like he'd just waken up. Of course that's how he always looks.
"They didn't tell me either," he said, shaking his head. "But they're already back." He pointed down the hallway to the elevator. "Just stand there and wait. You can't miss them."
I took Phil's advice and stood by the elevator, wondering what could possibly be going on. The doors chimed open and I heard. Jeff, Skylar, and Chey were sitting on the ground, serenading people as they walked in and out the elevator. Jeff had a guitar and Chey was sitting in Skye's lap, clapping her hands and grinning.
"I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend!" they sang as three disgruntled men in business suits walked off. I shook my head and smiled.
"Alright, get up you three. Stop bothering people."
They quickly scrambled to their feet and hopped off the elevator. Skye and Cheyenne looked at me while Jeff started packing his guitar up.
"Nice working with you Bessie, Ella," he said, nodding his old school fedora towards Chey and Skye respectively.
"You too Duke," Skye said, curtsying.
"Slide me some skin, home skillet," Chey said, reaching her hands up to Jeff. They slid them together and pulled them apart, making a "pshh," noise. "See ya later home dog."
Jeff tipped his hat to them again and walked off.
"Daddy! We're rock stars!" Cheyenne said, motioning for me to pick her up.
"Yeah! People friggin' love us!" Skye said enthusiastically. I could argue that.
"That's nice to kn-" I started, before being interrupted by Skye's alarm.
"Oh poo," she said in a horrible British accent. "Cheyenne, we're late for tea!"
"Oh dear!" Chey said, jumping down from my arms. "Is it that late already?"
"What are you two talking about?" I asked, rubbing my hands across my face.
"Skylar's gonna teach me how to be a lady!" Chey said in her normal, country voice.
'Where the hell did she learn?' I thought to myself. I smiled anyway. "And when can I expect you lovely ladies to be back?"
"Oh, around noon-ish. We're going to stop for a quick brunch and then head out for a little window shopping," Skye said, still not dropping the act. "But first we must change out of these ratty clothes." Both of my girls were wearing plaid t-shirts (Skye's was unbuttoned with a tank underneath), blue jeans, and cowboy boots.
"Alright, you two have fun," I said, waving them off towards the room. "Oh, wait! Where did you leave Hunter?"
"He's down stairs stuffing his nose with food!" Skye yelled. "Haha! Because he has a big nose!" she laughed before closing the door.
I shook my head and went downstairs, finding Hunter at a table in the hotel restaurant, bagels and orange juice sitting in front of him.
"Come on," I said, urging him.
"Why?" he asked, an angry look on his face. "I've been stuck with your daughter and dumb ass girlfriend for the past two and a half hours! Can't I have fifteen minutes to myself?"
"No," I said, pulling on his arm. "This is important." I led him out of the hotel and hailed a taxi. The driver drove us down to Fifth Ave. and let us out. I paid and walked towards the towering building. The inside of the store looked... sterile, in a way. Everything was so neat and pristine. Far from what my country ass is used to.
"Shawn, are you just now picking up Skye's birthday present?" Hunter asked, scolding down at me. "Her birthday is tomorrow!"
"I know. But it's just now finished!" I walked over to the counter and rang the bell anxiously. When no one came out, I pressed it again and again until Hunter grabbed my arm.
"Calm down, will ya?" He shot me a strange look. "Why are you so nervous?"
"I'm not nervous," I said, feeling my bad eye twitch.
"Uh-huh."
"May I help you men?" a lady said, coming from behind a big scary looking door. She had on a business suit, and from the looks of it, had a lot of work done. She was probably in her mid forties, but her Botox and obvious lip injections made her look much older.
"Uh, yeah. I ordered some jewelry from here about a month ago."
"Okay, and what name will that be under?"
"Shawn Michaels."
She looked up my order and a surprised look came over her face. She glanced up at me with a charming smile. "I'll be right back. We don't keep these out in the open."
"What did you get her?" Hunter asked, checking his nails.
"I got her a... are those French tips?"
"Yeah," he said, flinging them out to admire them. "Chey Kat's idea. She thought they'd compliment my hair. What do you think?"
"You... I think... who is Chey Kat?" I asked, completely befuddled.
"Chey Kat... Cheyenne?" he said, flipping his hair. "Now, nails... what do you think?"
"I think they're the gayest thing you've ever done."
"Okay, Mr. Michaels," the clerk said, coming back. She held a light blue velour box between her palms, placing it gently on the counter. She opened it up and Hunter gasped.
"You got her a promise ring?" he said, putting his hands on his head.
"It's an engagement ring you idiot!" I said, pushing him slightly. "Do you think she'll like it?"
"Dude, I know she'll like it."
"How?" I asked. I took it from its box and examined it. There were two triangle cut gems on either side of it, set on a solid platinum band with a square cut diamond placed right in the middle.
"It sparkles in the sunlight. What more will she ask for?"
"Eh. You're right." I turned to the clerk, placing the ring back in the box. "How much?"
"Your grand total comes down to... $44,300," she said, entering some numbers into a computer. I handed her my Visa and took the box.
XOXOXOXO
"Happy Birthday dear Skylar and Andrea," we sang, seated around a large, four tier cake. It had alternating patters, one for each twin. Skye's tiers were light green and blue, with edible white daisies pasted on them. Andy's were red and black with casino cards pasted around them. The top was a mix of the two... very creative. "Happy birthday to you... two!"
They blew out the candles and stood back, Cody and Ted administering their shots. The knocked them back and smiled, Skye scrunching her face to the taste of the alcohol.
"How does it feel to be twenty one?" Everyone kept asking, pouring Andy more drinks. Skye had a beer and walked over to me.
"You happy?" I asked as she planted herself across my lap. She leaned forward and kissed my lips. "As happy as I'll ever be."
"I'm glad." They party kept going, and everyone enjoyed themselves. Orton and Edge kept shooting glances at Skye, so I put an arm around her, protectively.
"Come on Skye," Andy said, snatching her from my arms. "Time to open presents."
"Yeah!" Skye said, running after her look alike. They tore apart the wrappers, admiring their gifts and thanking everyone for them. Andy got a lot of sexy outfits and toys (gag gifts from the girls), money, and a necklace from Candice. Skye got books (lots and lots and lots of books), a new bag, and a snake. A fucking python. ("We should name him Houdini Shawn! 'Cause he looks like he'll get out of his tank a lot!"). Note to self, destroy the Hardys.
"Is that everything?" Andy asked, packing her presents into bags.
"Almost," I said. I looked at Skye and she smiled, her charming, innocent smile. "Sweetie, I love you so much," I said, never leaving her eyes.
"Aw, I love you too Shawn!" she said, leaning forward to stand. I sat her back down.
"Skye, I wouldn't be able to live the rest of my life without you," I said bending down to one knee. The girls gasped, and I could feel Mark's eyes burning into my back.
"Honey, why are you on the ground?" Skye asked, pure confusion laced in her soft hazel eyes. I smiled to myself.
"Skylar," I asked, pulling the box from my hand. Maryse gasped. ("A blue box!" she whispered to Maria.) "Will you marry me?"
She still had the same look on her face. Realization hit her, and tears welled in her eyes. "D-do you mean it?" I nodded, holding back tears of my own. "Yes! Yes Shawn, yes!" She jumped from her seat, wrapping her arms around my neck. I sat her on my knee and slid the ring onto her finger. She hugged me again and I inhaled her scent.
We stood, making our way back down to her room. Mark stopped me and pulled me around.
"Michaels, you hurt her, and I will destroy you."
"Mark, I can honestly tell you," I said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "You will never have to worry about that.
A/N: Aw! So sweet! Let's just hope it stays that way. (It won't)