Chapter 34

Several weeks later:

"Jesus, woman," Brian groaned breathlessly as he pulled his tights up. He pulled Briana back toward him for a deep kiss. "I don't know what I did to deserve that, but there's no complaints coming from this department."

"Just call it my way of saying hello and surprising you," she replied.. "I'll let you finish getting ready for your match. I'll be out front."

"Ah yes, my sole cheering section," he said laughingly, smacking her ass.

"And you say I'm an animal!" she giggled, rubbing the smacked cheek, walking out.

Moments after Briana had gone, Matt walked in with a few others "Hang on…you're in a good mood for once," he said, a bit shocked.

"Yes I am," Brian replied with a huge grin.

"But why?" Miz asked. "I saw Paul tagged along for the weekend. You two having a thing going on we don't know about?"

"Jesus Christ, Miz, don't ruin a perfectly good evening. Sorry, I don't row that boat," Brian shook his head, making a face. "And even if I did, Pedro out there would be the last ass I'd tap."

As if on cue, Paul came into the locker room. "Hey, Bri, didn't I just see your wife leaving the locker room…..?" he asked loudly.

"Gee, Paul, why not ask a little louder? I don't think the rest of these guys heard you." Brian gave him a dirty look.

Paul looked at the door and back at Brian before he appeared to have a revelation. "Tam bien. Is there anywhere on this earth that you two haven't…? "

"Wait a minute…you mean to tell me you got laid right here in the locker room?" Miz exclaimed. "Dude!"

Brian simply smiled. "For me to know and you losers to find out."

"Honestly, man, I know you're newlyweds, but Jesus, the rate you two are going, you're going to have a litter like rabbits." Paul made a face.

"Yeah, not fair! You lucky bastard!" Matt cried.

"I certainly am," Brian said, ready to leave the locker room, unable to keep the smile off his face. "Score yet another one for the short blond guy. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go beat Carlito's ass again."

Paul shook his head, looking after his longtime best friend. "Christ, it never ends with him," he muttered.

Meanwhile:

"You did what?" Nadine asked, a shocked look on her face.

Briana giggled discreetly, relaying what had happened in the locker room earlier.

"Briana Lily!" Nadine exclaimed.

"What? It isn't like he didn't have a shit eating grin on his face when I left."

"Yes, but my God, didn't you two just go at it this morning?"

"And last night. So?"

"Good grief, you two are like bunnies. You are really gung ho about this baby thing, aren't you?"

"Maybe…" Briana gave a shy smile. "Of course the test I took last month was negative, but we can always keep trying, especially since the doctor upped the dosage a little."

"And if the drugs don't work?" Nadine asked.

"Probably will try in vitro," Briana nodded. "But unlike I did during my first marriage, I'm not going to give up hope on having at least one child, no matter what routes I have to take."

Later:

"Oh come on, give us a hint," Paul begged when they went to dinner after the show. "Someone's had to tell you something, dude."

"PL, you if anyone should know we usually don't get told anything until the last minute in most cases," Brian shook his head. "And even if I did know for sure who they are going to be pairing me with to go on the tag title chase, I couldn't say anything anyway."

Briana playfully batted her eyes at him. "Not even to your own wifey?" she asked playfully.

"Sorry, sweetheart, nothing personal, but not even to you." Brian shook his head.

"Well, whoever the lucky person will be, it's exciting that they're doing something with you again," she smiled. "I was getting sick of you jobbing week after week."

"Ditto on that," Paul agreed, nodding and taking a huge bite of an enchilada.

"That wouldn't by any chance have beans in it, would it?" Brian asked.

"Sure, is there a problem?" Paul raised an eyebrow. Briana began to giggle, sensing what was coming.

"Yeah, you're sleeping in a room of your own tonight," Brian answered. "I'm not going through a night of listening to a symphony come out of your ass."

"Like you never fart, shorty. Anyway, I got plans with Jimmy, so I'm bunking with him afterward. We haven't caught up in awhile. You and the missus have the whole room to yourselves for marital fun."

Brian glanced at the ceiling. "Thank you, Jesus."

"Now, getting back to the original subject," Paul said. "Any guesses who will be your new tag partner? Not that there will be anyone better or as good looking as yours truly–"

"Oh Jesus," Brian groaned. "Roll up your pants legs, Bree; it's getting deep in here. Anyway, El Senor, I'm pretty lost on ideas, but I'm guessing they're going to bring someone up from FCW."

"Hmmm," Paul said thoughtfully. "Fresh meat. I like it."

"I'm not saying for sure, just taking a guess. Don't get too excited."

The bill came, which Paul grabbed happily. "On me tonight," he grinned, reaching for a credit card.

"That's very sweet, Paul," Briana smiled. "Thank you."

Brian looked down on the floor. "Did hell freeze over and no one tell me? I never thought I'd see the day PL would offer to pay the tab."

"Very funny, asshole. Actually, this is to celebrate your first win on Raw. And to your new tag partner, whoever the unfortunate victim that gets stuck with your weird ass may be."

Brian shook his head. "Get out of here," he laughed. "I think I see Jimmy waiting for you out front anyway."

"Sure, I get it. Get rid of the third leg so you two can get upstairs and resume baby making. Well, have fun with that." Paul gave a sly wink and left, leaving Brian and Briana alone shaking their heads and chuckling.