"So when are you gonna be my new mommy Skylar?" Chey said, bouncing up and down in the seat next to me.

"I'm still planning the date," Skye said, iPhone in tow. It had basically been glued to her since I'd proposed three weeks ago. I wasn't complaining too much. At least one of us was getting work done.

I'd been spending most of my time hanging with Hunter. When Skye asked what we were doing, Hunter told her we were doing "man things" for the wedding.

"That's great!" she said enthusiastically. "You need to have some say in it." She proceeded to read me out a list of things I should get done for the wedding. Apparently, I needed to pick out my wedding ring, choose the playlist, find catering, pick out my groomsmen, book the honeymoon, and hand over my credit card.

Well, whenever I made a suggestion, there was a problem.

"You really want to have Steve in the wedding?" she asked cautiously.

"Yeah, why not? He's one of my best friends."

"But he's an alcoholic."

"I'll watch him," I said, waving off her fears. Then, I went to find catering with Hunter. It was hard, seeing as she wanted to get married in six months, but I did it. They even came with an open bar. Well, that was a problem too.

"What if your friends drink," she said, glancing up at me with disbelief on her face.

"They probably will," I said, shrugging my shoulders.

"They're going to ruin my wedding!"

"I'll watch them," I promised again.

So, finally, Hunter, Steve and I decided on the music. Steve and I threw in the best country songs we could think of, and let Hunter worry about the rest of it, for the younger people. This, of course, was also a problem.

"You're letting Hunter DJ my wedding?" she asked, her eyes growing wide in shock.

"Yes, sweetie," I said, taking a step back. She was starting to turn pink in fury.

"He's a pervert!"

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"He'll play disgusting music, Shawn," she said, folding her arms across her chest. "I'm not letting him."

"Skye, he's one of my best friends," I said, frowning back at her. "If he wants to do it, let him."

Skye was still getting used to me not giving her everything she wanted. I'd spoiled her since the beginning, but I'd learned to put my foot down sometimes. She pouted and whined, but I didn't let up. She even cried to get her way. She knows how much I hate that, but I wasn't gonna let her use that against me again.

"Shawnie no! Please!" she screamed, stamping her feet. Superstars kept opening and closing our door, making sure I wasn't hurting her. When they saw it was just another one of her temper tantrums, the left, shaking their heads.

"Skylar, you can throw any kind of fit you want. Hunter is my best friend, and there is no way he isn't going to be in my wedding. He didn't get to be in the last one, so he's going to be in this one."

She gave me an Andy stare, her hazel toned eyes bearing down on me. Eventually, she let up, folding her arms and pouting. "Fine."

"So, what are you complaining about now?" Hunter asked as he walked in the door, opening up a bag of Lays.

She turned so quick I didn't even notice at first. She marched up too him, stuck her finger out, and stood on her toes for emphasis. "Look Helmsley," she said, her normally soft voice a growl. "This is my first wedding. I know Shawn doesn't give a damn because he's been married before, even if it was just some dive-thru in Vegas. If you and your big nose even think about ruining my wedding, I'll cut your dick off and shove it up your ass. You got that? YOUR ASS!" She stomped out the room, slamming the door.

"Well, you finally learned to stand up to her," he said, taking a chip out of the bag. Skye stormed back in and grabbed the bag of chips.

"I want them," she said, walking back out the door. Hunter turned to me, but I shrugged.

"I can't say no to her twice in one day," I said, shaking my head.

Other than that, things were great. Skye was as bubbly as usual, and Chey was hysterical. She loved being out 'wedding coordinator' and yelling at Hunter (which all girls love, of course). Even I could feel the euphoria. Whenever I looked at Skye now, I felt something so much different than usual. Every time I saw her, it was like getting hit in the head with a bag of rocks as I realized 'This woman is gonna be my wife!' The wedding had the whole WWE Universe buzzing.

Which is probably why I was so shocked at this.

"Shawnie," Skye said, a slight frown on her soft face. "Can we talk?"

"Yeah sweetie," I said, putting down the book I was reading. "What's wrong?"

She sat next to me, twiddling a thermometer in her lap. She looked up at me, opened her mouth to speak, and looked back down, shaking her head. She sighed, and looked at me again.

"You don't want to get married." This wasn't a question, it was a statement. Her eyes widened and she shook her head violently.

"No! I wanna get married sooner!"

I let out the breath I didn't know I'd been holding. I looked up at her and saw she was grinning. "What is it? Why do you wanna move it up?"

"Because," she said, tightening her grip on the thermometer. The old bulgy thermometer that wasn't a thermometer at all.

"Skye," I said, grabbing the object from her. I held it up to my face and saw two little pink lines peering back at me. I dropped it when I stood, throwing my hands to my head. "Skye!"

She was laughing now. I wrapped my arms around her and lifted her off the couch. "So, are you happy?" she asked, tears brimming in her eyes. I kissed her hard and passionately, my hands stringing through her hair.

"Yes I'm happy!"

"Hey, what's with all the ruckus?" Jeff said, popping his head through the doorframe.

"Yeah," Hunter said, his head hanging over Jeff's. "Are you two doing it?"

"Skye's having my baby!" I said, turning excitedly. Jeff and Hunter's eyes went wide.

"For seriously?" Jeff asked, rushing over to us. He pushed me out of the way and thrusting his hands onto her belly. "You have a baby in you?"

Skye nodded and Hunter let out a girly scream. "I'm going to be an uncle!" he yelled, jumping up and down. "Again!"

"And I'm going to be a brother!" Jeff said. They grabbed hands and jumped around in a circle. "Yay!"

"Yeah, you two go spread the news," Skye said, ushering them out. I closed the doors behind them and kissed my bride to be again.

"I love you so much," I said, staring down at her. I was so lost in thought I didn't even notice that she had started to cry. "Baby, what's wrong?"

"They raped me," she said. "That's why I'm afraid of them."

"Edge and Orton?" I asked, anger starting to boil through me. "When?"

"They didn't stop until they found out I was with you," she said, wiping tears from her face. I glanced down at her stomach and she shook her head. "No, not that recently."

"Will you tell me the whole story?" I asked, sitting her down. She nodded.

"Randy and I dated for awhile. We loved each other. Well, I loved him, at least. Um, he wanted more than I was ready to give, and he didn't really ask." She had stopped crying. "Him and Adam are such great friends, you know? They share everything. At least, that's what Randy told me. And, he wanted to fuck me. So Randy told him he could."

"I didn't want to. Sex meant something to me back then. He told me it didn't matter what I wanted. So, he took me to Adam and you know what pisses me off?" I shook my head no. "Everyone thinks Randy is the worst man ever when it comes to dating and relationships or you know... life, but he's not. Adam Copeland is horrible. He is. I... hell was designed just for him. It was." She rubbed a hand across her face.

"Randy took me too him and left. He said 'Don't hurt her Adam. I mean it.' But how could he not hurt me if he was going to rape me? So, he kept trying to get in me, and I kept denying him. He was slapping me and punching me, but I didn't give in. I don't give up that easily. He finally climbed off me and went in another room. I tried to leave but before I could get to the door, I heard him yell. I turned around and he pushed me against a wall. He held a knife to my throat and," she pulled her hair off her neck and showed me a faint white scar. "He told me if I moved, he'd slice me in two. So I didn't. And he raped me for months."

She wasn't crying anymore. She had her hands wrapped around mine, keeping me for losing it. A smile played on her lips as she stroked my arm, her soft hands brushing across the weathered scars there. "And then you saved me."

"Baby, I'm going to kill them," I said. She shook her head and kissed me softly.

"Don't."

"But they fucked you up!" I said. She frowned, but I shook my head. "No, that's not what I mean. It's just... you said sex used to mean something to you?"

"Yeah," she said, shrugging.

"So, it doesn't anymore?"

She thought for a minute. Then shook her head. "No. I just do it to make you happy. Otherwise I never would have jumped in the bed with you that soon."

"See? You shouldn't feel that way."

"Don't worry about it." She kissed me again. "We're going to be fine. You, me, Chey, and mini," she said, patting her stomach.

As I watched her leave, some familiarity came back to me. I was flooded with the feelings of confusion, love, and a protector, none of which were new. She left me feeling that way every time I saw her, kissed her, or held her. But there was a new feeling. The feeling that everything was going to be okay. She left me with Hope.

A/N: I love Adam Copeland. Sexy man.