Atlanta, Georgia

After a wonderful, yet short three day honeymoon in Cabo San Lucas, Chris and Melony were finally home. While the beautiful setting of Cabo held a seductive power, there truly was no place like home.

"It's good to be home." Chris mumbled as he handed a twenty to the cab driver and walked around to get their luggage out of the trunk.

"I think we need a vacation from our honeymoon. I'm exhausted." Mel yawned as they made their way up the front steps.

"You need coffee." Chris unlocked the door and set their bags inside. Scooping his new wife up into his arms he carried her inside, making his way through the maze of boxes that had yet to be unpacked and laid her on the couch. "Are you too tired for this?" His lips came down on hers in a passionate kiss. Their tongues meeting, exploring as he settled himself between her legs. She tightened her arms around his neck drawing him into her. She sucked her breath in sharply as he trailed kisses down her neck and once his lips met with her shirt and he could taste her no more, he whispered in her ear. "I need you now." He stood up pulling her with him. He slid her top over her head and threw the article of clothing across the room as she loosened the buttons on his shirt. They removed clothing feverishly as the urge to make love engulfed them. Once the constricting clothing was no longer between them they embraced in a kiss, their hands fondling...teasing, they fell onto the couch, neither able to wait a second longer. She wrapped her legs around his waist welcoming him inside her wetness. He threw his head back, moaning with pleasure as they moved together, their bodies molding together as one.

Chris wrapped his arms around her as she snuggled her head into his chest listening to the beating of his heart. Her own heart swelled with love for him. He truly was her soul mate. And after her last relationship had failed so miserably she'd all but given up one love. Then her proverbial night and shining armor came along.

Beneath her, his breathing shallowed letting her know he was sound asleep. She smiled and slid from his arms, careful not to wake him. She pulled on her panties and his shirt and padded into the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator she pulled out a Corona and sat down at the breakfast bar and picked up a stack of mail. She popped the cap on the beer and took a drink, staring at the mail she smirked at her name on the envelope, Mrs Melony Benoit. God that sounded good. Especially since she never expected to get married. Her ex hadn't exactly left her bitter about love, just doubtful that true love existed.

"Why'd you leave me?" Chris asked sleepily as he ran a hand through his short hair. He walked over to the fridge getting out his own beer before placing a kiss on her head and settling in across from her.

"Sorry baby, but I wanted you to catch up on your sleep. Plus I need to pay these bills." She grinned and took a sip of her beer. "When are we going to start unpacking?"

Chris looked towards the ceiling he was dreading the endless task of unpacking. "Well it appears we need to do it soon." He tugged at her shirt. "I mean my clothes do look damn good on you, but I highly doubt this in on McMahons approved dress code." He ducked as she threw her Corona cap at him and laughed.

"Funny Chris. I have you to know, all my boxes are properly marked, so finding my clothes will be no problem."

"Yeah but there's a hundred boxes marked clothes. Which ones are which?"

"I know the difference. And it's not a hundred. Only about fifty." Mel stuck out her tongue.

"Well, you better find the boxes you need cause we are back on the road tomorrow."

Melony downed her beer and sighed. "Where do we kick the week off at?"

Chris shrugged and walked over to the calendar hanging on the wall. "Looks like... Birmingham."

Mel rolled her eyes. "Well at least we can drive. I am sick of airplanes. If I never fly again it'll be too soon."

"Right. Looks like we'll be working in the South for the next week. Let's just forget the unpacking and go out for dinner, feel up to it?"

"Sure, sounds great as long as it's not Mexican food."

Chris shook his head and was about to suggest a few restaurant when the phone rang.

"Shit. Who can this be?" Chris mumbled as he went to answer the extension in the den.

"If it's for me, I'm in the shower." She called out as she continued to open mail. A few minutes later Chris returned to the kitchen, a sullen look on his face. "That was Bischoff, we have to be at an autograph signing at one tomorrow."

Mel almost fell off her chair. "But...but that's ridiculous. Great. So now we have to leave early in the morning."

Chris drained his beer and took two more out of the fridge, popping the tops on both of them, he set one in front of Mel. "I guess we need to leave about nine. So now the question is, do we stay here and pack or go out to dinner?"

Mel weighed the options and sighed. "Well since I need to find some of my clothes and we need to repack for the week, why don't you go pick up a bottle of wine and Chinese food while I work on unpacking?"

He walked around the bar and kissed her lips. "That's why I married you, for your genius ideas."

"Well, I only married you for your sexy body, so I guess we're even." She teased as she playfully punched him in the stomach.

"Oh, that's why you married me. I knew it was something." He chuckled and tugged her ponytail before pulling her into a kiss. He grabbed the keys off the counter and started out the door. "Kung pao chicken and wontons?"

She nodded, he knew her too well. "Sounds good. Love you."

"Love you too."

Mel moved the unopened boxes around in the bedroom, looking specifically for the one marked 'ring attire'. She was exhausted and not at all ready to return to work just yet, and the idea of doing an autograph session had her head aching. It wasn't that she didn't love meeting the with fans, normally she would be thrilled but she was still suffering from jet-lag. "Where is that damn box?" She looked around at the various stacks of boxes, they all looked the same. Spotting one that was unmarked she decided upon it to open first. Peering inside she realized it was Chris's stuff. Removing the XXL shirts she carefully folded them and placed them in the dresser. A feeling of contentment overcame her. Marrying Chris had been the single greatest moment in her life...so far. She was sure there would be many more great moments in their marriage. Placing the last shirt in the drawer, she walked across the bedroom still searching for the one that contained the items she needed for the week ahead. She picked up one of the larger boxes to move it out of her way when the bottom fell out. "Shit!" She tossed the limp cardboard aside and knelt on the floor. She shuffled through the various items that lay scattered on the floor until she came to a framed photo of Mel and her 'ex'. "Where the hell did this come from?" She mumbled as she stared at the picture trudging up memories that she could do without. Tossing that photo aside she picked up a pile of letters and pictures that detailed every point of their wasted relationship. It wasn't that he was a bad guy, he was just ... self-absorbed. Things were going good between them up to the point where he decided he needed more. He needed to focus on himself, his career, therefore pushing her aside. It was a sudden realization to him and a complete shocker to her. He woke up one morning needing more. Apparently boredom had set in and he needed to find his place in the world. She shook her head at the memory.

She sifted through the remaining items in the pile. Nothing but painful memories of their failed relationship. Mardi Gras beads leftover from their last trip, CD's of songs he'd burned for their many travels, his old college t-shirts that she slept in many of nights and other crap. All in all the pile of crap represented two years of her life wasted. Why did she still have this stuff? She could have sworn she threw it all out after they split. Downstairs she heard Chris call her name. She looked around searching for a place to stash the stuff until she could dispose of it. Looking from the empty box to the bed she weighed her options. "I'm upstairs. I'm own my way down." She replied as she quickly shoved the pile of her past under the bed.

The next morning found Chris and Melony struggling to get packed and out the door. They had forgone packing the previous night in favor of drinking wine, nibbling Chinese food and each other. They never actually made it past the sofa in the den.

"Have you seen my blue suitcase?" A groggy Chris asked as he walked into the kitchen where Mel was busy making coffee. He walked up behind her wrapping his arms around her waist and kissed her neck.

"Mmm, it's hard to think when you do that." She turned and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. He smiled his signature grin.

"What about when I do this?" He pressed his lips against hers in a long seductive kiss. Her breath caught in her throat as she her body caved into him.

"That's precisely why we are running late now." She laughed.

"Don't remind me." Chris groaned.

"I think I saw your suitcase upstairs in our closet. Go on baby. I'll bring coffee up to you." She kissed him swiftly before pushing him out of the kitchen. Turning back to the counter top and picked up the empty Chinese food containers and chucked them into the trash. That's when she spotted the empty Fed Ex envelope with her name on it. Curious, she picked up the envelope and looked for a return address. Finding nothing she tossed the envelope back in the trash and poured two cups of coffee. She wasn't mad that Chris had apparently taken it upon himself to open her mail, however she was a little peeved that he had failed to mention the contents of the envelope to her.

Mel carried two cups of coffee upstairs to the bedroom where Chris was sorting through clothes. She set the hot cups down on the dresser. "I can't find my ring attire. Have you seen that box? And when were you going to tell me about the Fed Ex parcel you opened and trashed? What was in there?"

Chris was caught off guard by the question. He thought he had taken out that garbage before he left for Cabo. Damn. "It was just..." Just what he thought to himself. He didn't want to lie to her, but he was left with no other choice. "It was just a letter from the resort in Cabo letting you know that they had put together a special honeymoon package for us. You know snorkeling, horseback riding, deep sea fishing, and such. But I knew we weren't going to be there that long so I didn't want you to have to read about all the things we could do if only time allowed."

"Oh. Maybe next time huh?" She smiled softly.

"Are you mad because I opened your mail? I thought it might have been a memo from headquarters so..."

"No Chris I'm not mad that you opened it. I have no secrets, we're married now." She cupped his chin in her hand and kissed him softly. "Now can you help me find my clothes?"

He felt a pang of guilt at the lie he told. If there was any other way to protect her, protect what they had he never would have resorted to lying. But it really was for the best. He sighed.

Mel pulled out her gym bag making sure her knee and elbow pads, boots and stuff were all there.

"You've got boxes labeled jeans, one labeled casual, workout, dresses and the list goes on. Why can't you wear something out of those boxes?"

"Because Chris, I have specific outfits I reserve for work related events. You know how WWE likes to randomly auction off our personal items. So I make sure I never wear anything that I can't live without."

"Good point." Chris folded the last of his clothes, neatly placed them in his suitcase and zipped it shut. He picked up his coffee and leaned against the dresser watching his wife, a glint of humor twinkling in his eyes.

"Need help?"

She stuck out her tongue in response as she threw clothes onto the bed. "I'll manage. If not, we can always stop at a mall."

"On that note, I'm going to take a shower. We're already two hours behind schedule."

"I'll be packed by the time you get out."