Chapter 30

Tomorrow is the big day but at the moment I'm getting ready for a diner party Chris and I are throwing for the members of the team and their families. We wanted to say thanks and this is how we'll do it. Setting it up was harder than it sounds to because Daniel Bryan, the rookie member of our team, is a vegan. I don't know what vegan's eat so I got plenty of vegetable and some soy burgers. Sounds about good right?

Chris, whose ribs have been feeling a bit better, is trying to get Louis to sit still so he can change his diaper and get him into the little red polo shirt and khaki jeans he's wearing at the party while I finish changing. I'm wearing a black cocktail dress decorated with pink polka dots and a pink sash around the waist tied into a bow at the side with matching black high heels that would kill most normal girls but considering I can wrestle in stiletto's, there nothing for me. Chris hasn't gotten dressed yet but he's going to be wearing a pink (yes boys and girls, pink can be made a manly color) button up shirt with black slacks and black buckle shoes.

I hear the doorbell ring, signalling the arrival of one of our guests. I go downstairs and open the front door, the smell of the food which was set up by the catering company in the kitchen smelling divine. John and Robyn are standing there without Nikki. John's wearing a three piece suit with a black tie and black buckle shoes. Robyn's got one arm linked through his and is standing close to him. She's wearing a black strapless dress that comes up to her knees and sparkles when the light hits it just right. To top that off she's wearing black rose stud earrings and platform high heels. She looks remarkable for someone whose going to be having a baby. "Can we come in?" John smiles.

I nod, letting them into the house. "Where's Nikki?"

"We left her at home in New Jersey with my mom," Robyn smiles. "It's easier than having her with us at the moment. Besides, I fly out tonight back to Jersey where I start my concert tour."

Chris's voice comes from the stairs, "Well if we have a day off we'll have to make sure to see one of your concerts. Keep us updated as to where."

"Hey man," John smiles, "glad to see you're feeling better."

Chris nods, walking in while he carries Louis, "That I am, that I am. Why don't I take you guys down to the basement. We have a big screen surround sound system and some other things to do while we wait for the others to get here."

"I'm gonna talk business with Meghan first, okay?" John smiles. He kisses Robyn, "You go on downstairs with Chris."

The two walk downstairs and I turn to John, "Something troubling you?"

"No. Just wanted to make sure you were ready for tomorrow. I mean, I know you have a lot on your mind about this. I have a lot on my mind about this and I don't have as much at stake as you do."

I take a deep breath, "I think I'm ready for this."

John smiles, "As long as you think you're ready. So...you guys got a pool table down there? I don't mean to brag but I'm great at pool."

I smile, "Go down the stairs til you see Chris and Robyn. There's no telling what they're doing but knowing both of their loves for music, I'm guessing it has to do with a guitar and a microphone."

John heads downstairs as there's another knock on the door. I turn to open it, Alex and Morrison standing there on the other side. I'd be lying if I said that they didn't look damn good. Alex is in a black button up shirt with a bright blue bowtie around his neck and black slacks clinging to his legs. John is wearing the most flamboyant baby blue suit that I've ever seen. It's almost worse than the ones that I had at my wedding. "Hey," I smile as they walk in, "Nice suits."

"Not to much? John wanted to look different than anyone here." Alex smiles.

"Well, trust me, so far you guys win for most outlandish," I laugh.

"Dude, there's a contest?" Alex blurts out.

I laugh even harder, "No, no there's no contest. C'mon Chris, Robyn, and John are downstairs waiting for us."

I lead the way downstairs to our fully furnished den. One wall is nothing but our television and a movie case with our game systems, everything ranging from an old school SNES to an X-Box 360, tucked into an entertainment system right below it. We have a black leather couch with a matching black leather Lazyboy chair sitting in a U shape across from the television. On the right side of the room is Chris' music area. He has several guitars ranging in color and style as well as having a microphone stand, a drum set, and a piano. It's almost like a mini recording studio except we don't have the actual recording equipment. There are three doors leading to seperate sections of downstairs: one is a bathroom, one is a guest bedroom, and one is the game room. That's where we keep the pool table as well as the mini bar. "Wow...nice guitars..." Alex smiles.

"You play?" Chris asks from his spot at the desk where he's got a guitar in his lap. Louis is in his play pen in the center of the room, playing with his stuffed animals and cooing. I ruffle his hair as I walk by, going to stand by Chris.

"A little bit," Alex smiles. "Mostly acoustic and probably nothing you'd know."

"Try me, as I proved to Robyn here I know a lot more than rock." Chris laughs.

Alex points to an acoustic guitar on the wall and smiles, "Can I play that one?" When Chris nods he takes the guitar from the wall and starts to play a melody that I know Chris is going to recognize.

As I suspected, Chris grabs the microphone and sings into it:

Breaking rocks in the hot sun

I fought the law and the law won

I needed money cause I had none

I fought the law and the law won

Alex smiles and pauses playing, "Ah so you do know some good music."

Chris laughs, "Man, I grew up on the Clash and stuff like that. How else do you think Meghan and I connected." I slap him in the back of the head and he looks at me, "Ouch!"

"Stop being a dumbass!" I laugh. I hear a knock on the door as Alex keeps playing so instead of making anyone else go get it, I walk back upstairs and open the door. This time it's Bret. He's wearing a plain black polo with black slacks and black boots. "Hey, sorry I'm not to dressed up." he laughs, walking in and hugging me.

"Ah, don't be. You have a right if you want it," I laugh.

He nods, "Where is everyone? I saw Cena and Morrison's cars in the drive way."

"Downstairs. Chris' is singing and Alex Nooks, Morrison's husband, are playing guitar. Robyn looks like she wants to play something other than music she doesn't know." I laugh as I lead him downstairs. "Hey everybody, look who it is!"

"Bret!" John smiles, walking over and offering a hand for him to shake. "I don't think you've met my girlfriend Robyn yet." He gestures to Robyn and smiles, "Robyn this is Bret "The Hitman" Hart. He's a legend here in the WWE."

Robyn walks over and shakes his hand, "Nice to meet you Mr. Hart."

"Please, call me Brett," he smiles.

"Fine, Bret, it's nice to meet you." Robyn laughs. "Ever since Monday, John has been gushing about what an honor it is to work with you."

"What a coincidence!" laughs Alex, "My John's been doing the same thing."

Cena and Morrison turn red from embarrassment and I say, "It's okay boys. There's no shame in being honored to work with Bret. In all truth, I'm glad I get to work with him again. He's a great fighter, taught me everything I know."

"You're not the only one," Chris smiles from his spot on his stool, "He taught me a lot of what I know. Him and his brothers."

I smile, "Well, the food should be just about ready upstairs if you all want something to eat. Daniel and Ron should be here soon."

"Ron?" asks Chris, wrinkling up his nose.

"R-Truth," John and I echo, laughing.

Chris nods and stands, holding his ribs and wincing a little bit. "Yeah, well, lets get upstairs before my ribs decide that they don't want to co-operate."

I nod and walk over and pick Louis up out of his play pen, picking up some of his toys to take upstairs as well. I look at Chris, "If you hurt that bad you didn't have to come downstairs."

"I wanted to hang out with everyone," he scowls.

"Fine, fine." We all walk upstairs and into the kitchen as another knock sounds on the door. I go to it and open it to see Daniel Bryan, wearing a green button up shirt and blue jeans with black converse, standing there with no one and behind him stands R-Truth, wearing a black suit jacket over a black polo with black slacks, with Alicia Fox, whose wearing a gold sparkly strapless dress that clings very tightly to her body. I smile, "Hey guys, good timing. We were just getting ready to eat."

Daniel smiles and walks in, "Thank you for inviting me. I didn't know if I would be invited since I'm a rookie and all."

I laugh. He sure does have his manners. "Well, you're a member of the team aren't you? I wouldn't leave anyone out, especially someone whose going to go against his former team."

Daniel smiles and walks into the kitchen as I turn to Ron. "I didn't know you were dating Alicia."

"Have been for a while now," he smiles.

"Yeah, about a month," Alicia laughs, rolling her eyes. I'll admit, I don't really know her outside of work but she's good at being a diva. She walks into the kitchen and I see Ron cock his head to the side, watching her walk out of the room.

"Are you watching her ass?" I ask, biting my lower lip to stop from laughing.

He nods, "Oh hell yeah."

We walk into the kitchen where everyone's lined up to get there food and I stand at the back of the line. It smells good, whatever it is, and as the line moves I can see it's a lot of things. The salad and tofu burgers I know are there because Daniel is a vegan, which I'm pretty sure i've said before. But there's also potatoes and steak and something that looks like a vegetable stir fry with little cut up pieces of meat you can add to it. Completing the meal is a thing of dinner rolls. There are different choices of things to drink ranging from plain old water to soda to wines. These guys sure are worth the money I paid to have them cater this event.

Sitting down at the end of the table, Chris on my left, I look up to see the whole table looking at me. "What?"

"Propose a toast?" Chris asks.

"Why should I propose a toast? I dunno what to toast to!" I laugh.

"How about Sunday?" Cena shrugs.

I stand up, holding my glass of chardonay. "Well...here we are. One day away from the biggest match of any of our careers, except for maybe Bret's. I wanna thank you guys for agreeing to help me on this. I've made some good friends that I know I'll keep, even after we eradicate the threat the Nexus brings us. So...uh...I guess what I'm trying to say is I toast to winning, to us being able to make the WWE a safe place again, and to the friends and family who sit here with us."

Everyone smiles and clinks their glasses to the person sitting next to them. I feel like I've just made an inspirational speech, like in any good sports movie right before the big game that they win. Lets hope that this follows the pattern of the movies for once...