a/n howdy! Here's chapter 2! I think I put up all of Sunday's details on my little website... But I don't know if it saved! Also, you should be able to see Laura's wedding dress which I failed to mention in the last chapter of Last Unbroken Hart =\ Thanks to Sonib89, Showni13 and AlexandraY2J for reviewing and also to those people who alerted/faved! Remember, reviews can be anonymous!
Following The Main Event;
By AliceJericho
Chapter 2: Daddy's Little Girl
"I have never been a material girl. My father always told me never to love anything that cannot love you back." – Imelda Marcos
January, Saturday 16
I slipped out of the hotel room quietly and noticed that Brie and Steph Garcia were doing the exact same thing. Brie turned to check the hallway and ran over to me when she saw me, pulling me into a hug almost instantly.
"Maryse still sleeping?" I asked, but the question was ignored. I already knew the answer, so it didn't really matter.
"Shawn didn't say that you were coming back so soon! We weren't expecting you back until at least next week!" Steph (Nikki Bella) joined the hug and the twins hugged me tightly.
"He doesn't know. I only got in yesterday and I spent the night with Cody. Kofi, Tony and you two are the only people who know that I-" I stopped speaking as I heard a hotel room door open. The three of us all turned around to see Eve Torres partaking in a walk of shame, running desperately across the hall.
"Isn't that Ted's room?" Brie asked her sister. I raised an eyebrow and kept my eyes on the half open door that Eve had just exited, "It can't be, though... Ted's married." The door soon closed without as much as a glimpse of the person's skin. "I'm probably going crazy."
"Ted wouldn't do that." Steph agreed, "Come on, we'll all go get some breakfast." They linked arms with me and we all walked to the elevator.
I turned around in attempt to catch the person who had skilfully avoided being seen, knowing that if it was Ted then I'd have to confront him about it.
I think that I had seen everyone but my father by the end of the day. It's not like I hadn't been looking for Shawn – yes, I call him by his first name on occasion – or that he hadn't been looking for me, I'd just been catching up with my other friends. Brie, Steph and Maryse all wanted to head out for some shopping and then Victoria decided she wanted to go out to lunch with me. I'm hot property after being off the road for nine weeks, apparently.
Victoria and I parted ways when we returned to the hotel and I spotted my father across the lobby – he was speaking with Paul. Paul's an interesting character and very much like a father to me. There are, of course, the fans who like to take things too far and guess that Paul and I are in some sort of 'forbidden relationship'. Despite Cody and I being very public about our relationship.
Paul spotted me first, pointing me out to my father and the two of them met me halfway across the foyer.
"Boots," dad's nickname for me made me smile, "Why did I have to hear from Miss Brie that you were back? Not even from Cody?" I laughed into my dad's shoulder.
"I honestly tried to find you!" I pulled away and let Paul pull me into a hug, "But Brie and Steph wanted to go to breakfast, then Maryse came down and we did some shopping and then Victoria took me out to lunch! I've been everywhere but here!" I informed the men, "And yes, me being here is a huge surprise! I called in a favour with Vince and convinced him to let me rehab on the road!"
"I would have appreciated the call, Sunday."
"Yeah, I know. I'm a horrible daughter... But surprise!" I said innocently with a bright smile and I hugged him again, glad to be able to spend more time with him.
Most people would think that I'd be sick of spending so much time with the man, especially when he's my father, and that I wouldn't get any privacy with him being always around. It's quite the opposite, though. I'd been so used to having him with me that when I was away I was somewhat lost. The privacy thing wasn't an issue, dad knew his boundaries and I knew mine. We respected that we each had a private life to live and we kept out of each other's ways when possible. It's what you call compromise, something we had become very skilled at over the years.
"Cody incoming." Paul covered his words with a lame cough and pretended he hadn't said anything. It's a Paul thing, explaining it would be near impossible. I turned around to watch my boyfriend walk through the lobby doors, flanked by Ted and Mike Mizanin. The latter two gave me a hug in hello before they continued to the elevators.
"Afternoon, Shawn." Cody shook dad's hand firmly, "I know you probably haven't had much time to catch up with her, but I was wondering if I could possibly steal Sunday tonight. I managed to get us a restaurant booking." Cody's arm moved around my shoulder and he gave me a squeeze, letting the world know that I was his.
"I'm sure she'd love that, Cody." I smiled at Shawn and nodded, "I will be able to catch up with her tomorrow. She'll be spending the day with me and Paul in the DX Express. Won't you, Boots?"
"Apparently," I laughed. The DX Express was full of wonderfully hilarious memories and it didn't bother me at all that I was going to be travelling with the overgrown children known as D-Generation X.
"I think I can go another day without her." Cody squeezed me to know that he was still going to be thinking of me. "We should probably go and get ready; it took me many phone calls to get these reservations." He then turned to Paul and said proudly, "Really fancy restaurant." Paul shook his head with a laugh at Cody's arrogance.
"You two enjoy yourself, then." Dad said as he pulled me away from Cody and kissed the top of my head, "Not too much, though. We have church tomorrow." He sent Cody a warning look.
"Of course, sir. She'll be up and ready for church, no doubt. I might even join you."
"You're always welcome, boy." They shook hands again before Cody and I walked to the elevators and proceeded back to our room.
"Christ, babe-" I cringed at myself for using Jesus' name in vain – well, not really in vain but in something unrelated to prayer or church. It's something I tried to avoid doing but was never very successful at stopping completely. "- how fancy is this place?"
"Uh, not too fancy, I mean, we're in Knoxville." He laughed nervously, "but it's, uh, nice and everything."
"What do I wear, Cody? That's what I'm getting at." I smiled at his confused expression and kissed his cheek. He placed his hands on my bare waist and held me there for a second, just looking at me. "Cody, what do I wear?"
"What you're wearing now is fine." He kissed me playfully and I responded by pushing my hands through the hair at the back of his head. "Maybe what you're wearing is too much." I began to squirm when his hand moved up the strap of my bra, ready to unhook it.
"Mmmm, no. Cody. Stop." I tried to push him off but it took more than a little effort, "I have to get ready, babe. Stop it." I laughed as he sighed dramatically and pulled away. "How can you possibly want anymore sex?" I asked curiously, "You should be sick of it after last night."
"I'm never sick of sex. You know that." I nodded and rolled my eyes. I turned back to my suitcases and stared at the mass of clothes.
The door clicked open and Anthony walked in. He froze when he came into view, looking straight at me before continuing on with getting settled in the room as though I wasn't half naked. He'd seen me in my underwear enough times that neither of us were bothered by it – nor was Cody. Anthony is a happily married man with a five year old daughter, he wasn't getting any ideas.
"Do I have to find somewhere else to stay tonight? Because rooming with Kofi sucks." He said honestly, "The guy doesn't stop playing his stupid games."
"Nah, man." Cody answered as I finally found something to wear to dinner, "Church tomorrow morning. Have to be up early."
"Good. And no freaky or weird shit under the covers, alright? We've been through that and I don't need it happening again." My cheeks turned a bright, bright shade of red as I remembered the time Cody and I were caught by Anthony in the dead of night doing 'naughty' things under the covers while he was in the next bed.
"I promise nothing is going to happen, Tony." I swore to him, before adding quietly, "Because that was really embarrassing."
Cody and I weren't exactly private about our sex life, but being caught is not something I ever like to think about.