Punk's POV:
Calm down Punk, you can do this, I keep telling myself. Like it's doing any good. I'm standing outside a jewelry store, with Colt,here in Chicago contemplating on what kind of ring to get her. She's always saying, no diamonds, no platinum, no gold. But that's just how she is. Picky. But simple. My kind of girl. The only girl. My girl. After much pushing and pestering, Scotty gets me inside. And right now, we're not CM Punk and Colt Cabana. We're Philip Brooks and Scotty Colton. We're greeted warmly by a young small woman.
"Hello,you look a little lose,can I help you?" She asks me. I look around, trying to gather my thoughts.
"He's looking for a ring," Colt says.
"What kind of ring?"
"An...engagement ring," I say quietly.
The woman lights up,"Oh how wonderful! Please tell me about this girl, then maybe we can pick out a nice ring for her."
She winks as she pulls us towards a display case with tons of different rings, necklaces and bracelets. I start to look over them, trying to decide on a ring. "See anything she'll like?" Colt whispers. I nod my head slowly. The woman gently touches my hand,"So what is this girl like?"
"She's loving, caring, sweet, unlike anyone else I've ever met! She's so full of life, and so young at heart, she's nerdy, she classy, she's lovely. I love her so much, and I don't deserve a woman like her," I say, smiling.
She smiles warmly at me,"I know just what you need then!" She walks behind the display case and pulls out a diamond ring with a big one in the middle, and medium sized ones on either side, and two small diamonds towards the base, and the band was silver. I told the lady to put it back.
"Alright then."
She pulls out another one. It had a big sapphire in the middle, surrounded by vibrant red rubies, and the band was crystal. "That's the one. This one, she'll love it," I say inspecting it closer. Yes, she'll love it.
"Way to go Phil! I didn't think you'd actually do it!" he says.
I punch him,"Shut up! Fuck! That was horrifying! What if...fuck dirt sheets! I have to keep her out of the dirt sheets!"
We get into Colts car still talking, as he drives me back to my car.
"Calm down dude, you can do it. Now go, you have a date to keep."
Back to Elizabeth
He's taking forever! Punk better get home soon or I'm going to go to the restaurant by myself and wait! I didn't buy this strapless black dress to stay at home. I slip on my pink peep toe heels and start to walk to the garage door. I thought about driving my new cherry red Lexus RX. I was very proud of my car, I bought it about two weeks ago. It handles so smoothly, and purrs like a kitten. I dig my keys out of my clutch and go over to it. Suddenly the garage door opens, and I see Punk's Jaguar pull in. A huge smile spreads across my face. What's he doing? It...looks like he's stuffing a bag in the center console. I think nothing of it as I walk over to his car.
"Can we go now please? We were supposed to be at the restaurant a half hour ago!" I say to him before he gets out.
He laughs, God I love his laugh,"Yes Miss Impatient! But we're taking your car. I need to run in the house and get something. Go ahead and start your car."
I do what he says. I open the door and slide inside. The cool leather seat feels wonderful against my bare skin. When I start the car it roars to life then starts to purr like a kitten. A small shiver runs down my spine, sending the sensation all the way to my toes. I've never felt a car respond to me the way this Lexus does. I grin widely as I press down on the gas pedal. The engine roars again and again. The needle on the RPM is going crazy! I laugh out loud, and soon feel a hand on my shoulder. I stop what I'm doing when I see Punk. I smile sheepishly, feeling my face turn red with embarrassment. I giggle a little as I put the car in reverse, pulling out of the garage. Oh it handles soo smoothly!
About twenty minutes later we're at the restaurant. It's a small Italian bistro in downtown Chicago. Punk had made sure we got a table in the back as far away from wondering eyes as possible. I wonder why. I mean we've stayed off the dirt sheets this long. Nearly six months, the happiest I've been in a long time. I don't know how we've done it, but we have. By now, other WWE couples have drifted apart because of dirt sheets. Anyways at the back table, a waiter appears with two Pepsi's and two glasses of sparkling white grape juice. We never have that, not even at home when my brother and sisters come over. See we decided to keep both houses, that way if we're in Illinois we can stay out our home in Chicago, and if we're in Missouri, we can stay in our home in Springfield. It all works out, and I didn't have to sell the house. I shake my head a little clearing my thoughts.
"So..What's the occasion?" I ask,sipping my soda.
Punk waits until the waiter leaves, "Well, it's a special night."
He reaches over covering my hand with his, rubbing my knuckles with his thumb. A shiver runs through me as I respond to his touch.
"How special?" I say
"Oh you'll see," He says with a twinkle in his eye. I smile at him, and then take a sip of the juice. It's rather odd to have something like this in a resturant, but I can understand since we both don't drink.
By the time our food gets to us, we're heavy in conversation. The rest of the night goes on, with my thoughts wondering back to "Oh you'll see." I'm still not sure, but don't think any more of it. Before we pay our check to leave Punk holds my hand firmly, then gets down on one knee. I suddenly feel myself smiling with giddy school girl excitment.
"Elizabeth, these last few months have been the happiest of my life. You make the world around me so much better, you make me smile like I never have, and I love you," he takes my left had his, and pulls out a small velvet box,"Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife? My life, my one and only?" He opens the box and I see the most beautiful sapphire ring.
I nod my head as I feel happy tears spill over,"Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!" He slides the ring on my finger and gets up, then wraps me in a close hug.
"I love you," he whispers.
"I love you too," I whisper back.
The next day, I begin to call everyone. My sisters, my aunts, my mom and my very close friends. Tiffany is the first to know since I work with her. She gawks at my ring, and in turn, shows me hers. It's a big beautiful emerald surrounded by diamonds on set on a platinum band. She wore it proudly as we walked in the backstage area with our arms linked. We were in the City Sports Arena in Detroit Michigan. It was a little cold, being the middle of January. I don't much care for the cold, but whatever. I was now officially CM Punk's manager, as Paul Heyman had stepped down, and finally retired. Every Monday, in and out of the ring we were causing mayhem, making people fear, love and respect us all at the same. And we've stayed off the dirt sheets. Most WWE couples haven't stayed off them as long as we have. Tiffany and Cena have basically told everyone. TMZ apparently got the first photo's of the engagement. They knew before I did! And I'm her best friend! Anyways, in the back all the Diva's are admiring our rings, wondering if we're going to have a double wedding.
Of course we didn't give them an answer, why would we? I don't even know the date of my wedding, let alone Tiff's. She doesn't even know when she's getting married either. If we knew, Sure, we might do a double wedding. But I highly doubt we will.
The following week, we were in Philadelphia. It was after TLC, and Punk was on crutches. It broke my heart to see him like that, but that's what wrestling will do. We made a quick appearance at the Slammy's. That...was...something to remember.
We walked out on stage just after The Nature Boy Ric Flair announced Cena as Superstar of the year.
"I demand respect! I should be your Superstar Of The Year!" Punk yelled.
"Then I'll give it to you. If you think you can beat me, let's go!" Flair said.
I got in front of them, "Dammit Punk! People already respect you! Leave this Legend alone!"
Flair laughed and said something that blew up the dirt sheets,"Yea listen to your fiance!"
As soon as he said that, Punk tackled him. We trusted Ric not to say anything! He let it out, and Twitter has been blowing up about it ever since! I was shocked, I'm still in shock. Punk hasn't gotten over it. He keeps telling me we're going to cancel the wedding. He doesn't want me to deal with the paparazzi. And I understand that, but this is something that I've been planning my whole life. With the perfect man. My man, my lovable jerk.
So, now I'm sitting in the back of the tour bus, my arms wrapped around my legs, and holding them close to me. I feel him get behind me. He wraps his arms around mine. He kisses the back of my neck and rests his head on my shoulder.
"You'll still get the wedding you want...just...ya know, out in the middle of nowhere, where no one can find us, and the paparazzi won't follow you," Punk says, I know he's trying to comfort me, but it's only making me feel worse. I bury my head in my lap, then get up. An idea has struck me!
"What if...we have two separate locations of the wedding?! We'll send out two invites, ones to TMZ and other paps, and then a real one to our friends and family? I know a few good actors and singers who can fill up a parking lot at the fake location, then we can have ours in safe, secret place that only a handful know about," I say, feeling all excited!
Punk taps his chin and starts to think. I can see the wheels in his head start turning. Then he grins, the sexy grin I love.
"That's...a brilliant idea! This is why I'm marring you. You are one smart cookie Miss Snyder!"
I giggle and blush, "I'm glad I thought of it."
For the next week, we did nothing but makes calls. I called two dress places, one I know would leakthe dress and brides maid dresses, and a local place in Springfield that's ran by my other sister Julia. I know she won't say anything, she never has. We set the fake wedding in Chicago, at a church that's known for celebrity weddings. The real location is small place that's now ran by my grandpa's family called Osage Bluff Lodge. It's near Truman Lake in Warsaw, Missouri. Not many people know about it, which is good. My family would never leak to the press about the whereabouts, and it made me very much grateful for them. Once I had sent the fake designs to the place in Chicago, Julia and I started on designs in her apartment above the shop. I was on a rare week off from managing, and Punk was still on the mend.
"Have you thought of your colors yet?" Julia asked me.
I sat for a few seconds trying to remember what colors we had picked out,"Oh right, red and pink. Our favorite colors." I know I'm blushing when I say that.
Julia grins, "I figured you'd do something like that."
"Meaning what, exactly?" I say teasingly.
She just sticks her tongue out at me, and continues to go through patterns and sketching I do the same thing she did, and went back to looking at fabrics and designs for bridesmaid dresses. Tiff had decided to do the same with her sisters, and have a big wedding with all the paparazzi's. I guess they don't care. I'd much rather have a quieter place. Sometimes fame goes to your head.
"Found anything yet?" I hear Julia call to me. I look through a bridal magazine for inspiration.
"Nothing, none of these look like anything I'd like!" I sigh loudly.
I glance up at her only to see her back in her sketch book. Soon I see a sheepish grin come across her face. I just let her work. I get up from my spot on the couch and go into the kitchen.
"Jules you want anything?" I call
I see her shake her head as I start some water in the teapot. I lean against the counter, pulling my phone out of my pocket.
I miss you 3
Waiting is the worst part about texting my fiance, hee hee my fiance. i feel myself start to blush.
Miss you to
My heart skips a beat, and I quickly text him back.
When will u b here?
I wait, and wait. By the time he sends me a text the teapot is whistling. I take it off the stove and pour it into my cup and let the tea start to steep.
Not 4 a while babe. It snowed here in Penn. Be there as early as tomorrow afternoon, as late as Friday.
I sit back and pout. I don't want to wait! We have to start planning! The wedding is in a few short months! Ugh! Stupid WWE, stupid weather, stupid work!
*sigh* fiiiiine. i'll c u soon then :*
Don't b sad baby girl. I love you, when I get home, you'll see how much i've missed you ;) see you later.
When I get back into the living room, Julia is just staring at me. I mean a jaw dropping stare.I stick my tongue out at her.
"
What?"
She smiles, "Your face is as red as a tomato, and your smile is as wide as my mom's ass! What did he say?"
I throw a pillow at her as I sit back down, "Nothing you should concern yourself with!"
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I stretch over to the other side of the bed looking for warmth. I sigh, right he's not going to be home. I sigh and roll out of bed. I wrap my robe around me,slip on my pink fuzzy slippers, and make my way downstairs. Julia and Andi are staying with me until Punk gets home, so I thought I'd make them some breakfast. It's nice to have someone other than housekeeper here. Don't get me wrong, Mrs. Jones is wonderful, but I really do miss seeing my sisters. Speaking of, Mrs. Jones comes out of her room with her pink flowery house robe.
"Oh, Miss Elizabeth, I wasn't expecting you to be awake yet," she says. I smile sweetly at her.
"Please, just...Elizabeth. And yes, I thought I'd make some breakfast for us. What do you drink in the mornings?" I ask her.
"Oh it doesn't matter, but usually some nice tea. Mostly one of the loose leaf we have stocked in the tea cabinet," she says, going to the cabinet. She pulls out a nice minty black tea, and I start it in the tea pot.
I pull some eggs, sausage, bacon, and ingredients for biscuits. I get the sausage going and Mrs. Jones starts putting together the biscuits. Soon I hear two pairs of footsteps coming down the stairs. Both girls sit at the breakfast bar, laying their heads on it. I smile as I finish up breakfast, and plating it for all four of us. We all eat in silence, still trying to wake up. After breakfast, we shower and get dressed, planning for a day of shopping. Mostly for fabrics, shoes, jewelry and picking out flowers. Punk and I are going to pick out invites when he gets home.
We stop by a little flower shop in downtown Chicago. Most of the stuff we're shopping for today is for the fake wedding here. We're going to do the rest of the shopping once the girls go back. We founds some lovely pink tulips to go with the red and white roses. Oh wedding planning is hard, but even harder for two. I don't know how we'll get through this, but we will. It'll be tough to get past the paparazzi, but I think we can do it. Yea, we'll do it just fine.
Dear readers,
Sorry it took so long. I started a new job a couple of weeks ago, so chapters will be taking longer to get written and posted. Thank you so much for waiting calmly and patiently. Really, and from the bottom of my heart, have a wonderful 2013. Read on, live on and write on. I can't wait to see what you guys think of this chapter! More to come soon!
With all the love in the world,
Emily White