Paige meets the Mizanins, plus a little surprise at the end who love this ship ;)

Wednesday, June 25: Los Angeles, CA; The Mizanin Home (The Miz's house)

(Afternoon)

Paige's POV

I enter the large tan-colored mansion that is my boyfriend's house. Such a different scenery from my small apartment in Orlando. There's so much moving room to actually breathe in. The last time I was here, Maryse slapped me in the face. I'll never forget the night where I had to witness a marriage implode in front of my very eyes. I can still feel her hand making contact with my cheek. Flashes and images project inside my head as I hover the same spot where my throat and stomach were once tied together. Miz carries my rolling bag for me and passes the same area. I have an immense amount of empathy for him, he has it so much worse. This is his house, after all. It was his life that I disrupted, after all.

"Hey Saraya, you alright?" His muscular frame slides into my vision.

I nod, "Just thinking... I should really be asking you that," my hand lifts to grip his shoulder.

"No I'm fine. You're thinking about that night, aren't you?"

I nod once again, "It's hard to shake out of my mind. I'm sorry for making you go through that pain, Mike."

"Hey, hey. Don't apologize, I told you before none of this was your fault," he grabs me by the waist and I'm forced to step closer against his body, "Sure it hurt, but I'm better now. I'm happier because of you." His big blue puppy dog eyes are too hard to resist from forming a consolation smile. "Now stop thinking about it and remember today. My parents are coming over soon and I'm sure they don't want to meet you when you're all down and stuff."

"How do you always manage to make me forget about everything and make me happy instead?"

"I hope it's because I love you too much to let you be anything else."

Ladies and gentlemen, he's done it once again. My palms enclose his jaw and I tilt my own to meet my favorite pair of lips.

His parents' opinions and what they have to say about this divorce situation are haunting. I really don't know what to expect. First impressions are important, but they've had more than one of me, none of them exactly holy. Given my naturally shy nature, how am I supposed to talk them into liking me with what they already know? Saraya, put on your big girl trousers.

Before Mr. and Mrs. Mizanin arrive, I change into another outfit—a tight stripe-patterned short sleeve top with a black skirt that hugs my hips, with wedges to complete it. Leaving one of the restrooms having just finished fixing my hair, I walk around to find him in his "man cave". I instantly glance at the wooden shelves filled with books, DVDs, his action figures, and replica title belts displayed on the wall. His collection is impressive.

"What do you think? Does this look nice?" I ask after inspecting all four corners of the room.

Miz turns his focus from a shelve. I couldn't help but notice his eyebrows lift when his eyes landed on me. Quite honestly, that in itself is enough of an answer.

"Turn around," he says. I follow orders. "Damn. Yep, that's nice." My eyes roll to the back of my head, but he doesn't see it. He looks good as well, sporting a maroon collared shirt tucked into black jeans, and hair slicked back as best as it can because it's too short to stay down. Simple and crisp.

All of a sudden, the doorbell rings throughout the house. We make our way out of the room to answer it. The nerves within are steadily increasing, I'm trying to breathe slow to calm myself. Clearly, that only works on people whose name isn't Saraya.

Miz opens one of the panel like doors, and behind it stands his parents dressed in smiles. "Ma! Pops!" They all greet each other with embraces. Unsure as to what I'm supposed to do, I wait with my clammy hands tied. I notice a few bags in Mrs. Mizanin's arms, presumably food for later.

"Mom, Dad, this is Saraya. You can call her Paige too." Miz directs their attention to me.

"Um, hello. It's nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Mizanin," I wipe my hand on my skirt before reaching it out to them.

"It's nice to meet you, sweetheart," his mum shakes my hand first, "you're prettier up close, when I'm not looking at you from behind a barricade." She laughs.

I find myself blushing from the compliment, "Oh, thank you!" His father shakes my hand next, "Woah there, what a grip! I can tell you've got yourself a tough one here Mike." He winks at Miz, I smile in his joke. Now I understand the origin of his humour.

We all settle on the living room couch after a few refreshments and more small talk. I'm sitting in the same spot where I consoled Miz the night of the implosion. Speaking of, he's situated right next to me. His parents comfort themselves on the other part of the couch that curves against the wall.

"So Miz, how's the road been treating you?" His dad asks.

"It's great! Feels like I never left. I thought I was gonna have trouble with the schedule but it's even better than before I had to film Marine 4."

"When is that coming out, hon?" His mum interjects.

"Soon. They're still editing and all that finalization mumbo jumbo. I've only seen a few things from it but it's coming together well."

I stay silent for a few minutes as they continue to catch up with their son, like I'm not even in the room. Good, better their focus on him than me.

"So Paige," Mrs. Mizanin peeps. Here we go... "How did you and Miz meet?" Being asked that felt similar to being on a cheesy couple game show.

"Well, it was on the night he returned on Raw. I was just minding my business then he came up and introduced himself. I mean, I've seen him around before that but I've never really talked to him," as I recite my side of the story, his eyes are in my peripheral.

"Did he come on strongly?"

"C'mon Ma."

Their exchange makes me giggle, "Um, while I'm here, I'll just say that he was...eager."

"Eager? Me? Really?" Miz asks me. "Mom I told you, something about her just kinda...drew me in."

"How's Maryse handling this?" Mr. Mizanin switches the topic and I can feel Miz's attitude change with it.

"Maryse is um...she's handling it the best way she can, you know her. I haven't talked to her that much. It's been a crazy few weeks."

"Well son, I can't say I wasn't caught off guard when I heard about your decision. It's your life. Personally, I think you've moved on to a lovely young lady." I smile in return from his father's remark seeing as though I thought he would be the one to dislike me.

"Thanks, Dad," Miz squeezes my knee and turns his head, "I think so, too." Refraining from making any inappropriate actions in front of his parents, I just flash a wide smile.

For the next couple of hours, the Mizanins decide to drill me about my life to break the ice. This way, I let them in on who I really am behind the loud screech and dark purple ring gear. They seem to be fascinated with England as the majority of their questions were all related to where and how I grew up. After the awkwardness subsided, we all move to the kitchen as Mrs. Mizanin offers to prepare dinner with the ingredients she bought prior to arriving at the house. From what I've seen on television and in movies, I think the cordial thing to do is help her with the food, and so I do. She tells me to boil a pot of water for the pasta and I'm scavenging the unfamiliar cabinets to find the correct one. Tonight's special is meatballs and spaghetti, with apple pie for dessert.

"Hey Saraya," She's preparing the ground beef on the counter as I go up to her, "I just wanted to let you know, I think you're a really sweet girl."

"Thank you, Mrs. Mizanin."

"When Mike told me his decision to divorce Maryse because of some other girl, I didn't expect that other girl to be anything like you, dear. I was so shocked at first. I thought Maryse was his one, but there's clearly a strong connection between you and my son. When he was telling us what he knows about you, I've never seen him light up like that before."

I'm tickled nearly speechless, "Wow. Thank you, again. That means so much to me. You've got an incredible son in him, Mrs. Mizanin. It would've been difficult to resist his charm."

"You two are near perfect for each other, hon. I'm glad to welcome you into this crazy family."

"I'm glad as well." I smile ear to ear. Hearing this from Miz's mother has got to be one of the most relieving feelings in the world. Now I can relax a little more around them, knowing it's all approved with positive feedback. She continues to press the meat into balls as I preheat the oven and begin heating another pot for the tomato sauce, per orders from her. I watch Miz and his dad interact at the dinner table, playing a game that involves the spoons that have been set in their spots. I laugh at their goofiness and resume the dinner preparation. This family is pretty awesome.

The delicious dinner and dessert go as planned. During the meal, we talked about what has happened in the last three weeks since Miz and I met. Actually, it was mostly him going on about me and the things we've done together (but not that thing,thank god.) Like he said, he was going to show me off and that's exactly what he did. The way he made me seem like the queen of the WWE brought a smile to my face that never left. Though, I couldn't help but notice how Miz ate his spaghetti—he'd use a spoon to twirl the pasta noodles into a ball so he wouldn't have to slurp. When he did have to slurp, he made funniest fish face. I almost burst into laughter at one point. My boyfriend is the cutest.

Afterward, I assisted in clearing the table and washing the dishes. Tonight was probably the most I've ever had to be punctual, like a domestic housewife. I felt so grown up, but I honestly didn't mind it.

It's around 9pm when his parents decide to head out. They're vacationing in California this week so they want to get sleep for their long "tourist" day in the morning. It's been a great night and meeting his parents went so much better than I expected. Out the large doors, Miz and I say our goodbyes with hugs and kisses. I wave to them as he slowly locks it closed.

"Well, that was fun." Miz turns around to me. His expression reads all kinds of tiredness, but he keeps a grin.

"Yeah, I love your parents. They're exactly like you into one."

"They love you too. Dad said I really hit a jackpot," he steps closer to where I stand. His hands grab onto my hips. I wonder how much he wanted to do this tonight, knowing he couldn't with mum and dad around. A waft of beer hit my nose from his lips. He's had a few drinks, I watched him and dad take a few bottles down after dinner. I laugh in my head because I realize that I finished one as well.

"Mum said we're perfect for each other and that I'm welcomed into the family," I say to add to the list.

"Welcome, babe," His mouth comes incredibly near my cheek and I claim that as the international signal to close the space. His lips are moist under mine but they take their control. He still smells of the cool, fresh water cologne that reminds me of our date at the beach.

We depart for a moment, "Now? Tonight?" The silence in the house brings his deep voice forward. It takes time for me to conclude what he means. My heart jump-starts at the thought.

"Is that the alcohol talking?"

"Even if it was, I wouldn't if you don't want to. I can just head to bed, ya know." His soft yet rough tone wakes up a few butterflies inside.

"It's too bad you won't be sleeping yet," I say last before smashing my lips into his. Both hands caress his jaw. I've never been the one to force myself onto any man but this feels like the best time to try, with him. Intensifying our kiss, I can tell he's battling me for that position. To surrender to him or not, is the question. Do I really care is the other.

His hand reaches behind my head and pulls me in. I could have swore I just came into contact with teeth, that's how hard he's kissing. All of the butterflies are now swarming and a certain sensation that I'm familiar with surges through my veins.

Miz leaves my mouth in exchange for my neck and that feeling moves to my lower body. His breath in this quiet air gets me to moan. All of a sudden, he picks me up in his arms. I grab onto his neck as he starts climbing up the stairs. My heart is racing in excitement. We've only done this one other time and it was in my tiny apartment. I guess it's his turn to host the event.

He kicks the bedroom door open and in the dark, I can faintly see a large bed encased in perfectly smooth grey satin sheets. He sets me down and I immediately kick off my heels. I feel his hands grab my waist once again. Drawing me to his mouth, I begin unbuttoning his shirt as he unzips the back of my skirt. We haven't left each others lips, breaths dancing together.

There's a tug at my shirt and I quickly rid of it, left in my undergarments. In return, I pull at his belt loop. He takes off his pants in the same notion.

Now nearly bare, I direct myself to the queen sized mattress. The sheets are cold to the touch when I lie down on them. I see him go to the drawer next to the bed to grab a small plastic package, which I know by now to be the protection.

Resting on my elbows, I wait for him. He makes me turn into this other person I've never known was an existing side of myself, someone so confident in their own skin. It's only him that's able to create her. I only want him.

Miz hovers over and those blue eyes seem to glow in the dark, piercing straight through. "You're so beautiful..." he says in such a sad tone, like he was about to cry. I reach for his neck and pull lightly, though there's not much resistance. Our lips meet in a deep kiss that actually seizes my senses.

"Love me tonight," I whisper.

"I'll love you forever," he replies under his breath. With that, he dips to my neck and starts trailing kisses down the center of my body. My core tenses up at the feeling of his lips. That new sensation I've wanted to experience over and over is building once again...

I'm slowly letting go so I can lose myself in him. So each movement becomes ours, together. Our hips meet which fit perfectly in their curves, back and forth. The cool sweat that drips down down my neck and the warmth of his breath against my collar bone ignite my blood on fire. My nails claw the back of his shoulders as my arms grip like a vice. I feel nothing but pleasure this time. Floating energy in the form of bliss crawls and paces in every contracted muscle. The pressure he applies, gentle yet stiff, forces noises out that I'd never made in my life. I lift my hips toward him. He goes faster above me. "Oh my god..." So close, I'm almost there...

"Wish you could see me when I'm lying in bed

My eyes are blinded by your stars

My blood is blushing so red,

Oh my god..."

(Grins by Charli XCX)

Miz collapses on top of my body, making the mattress bounce. I reluctantly return from cloud nine, like I never wanted to leave, and try to collect myself after the climatic finish. My eyes remain closed and I'm breathing heavy, just as he is. In that moment with him where I disappeared into thin air can only be compared with a few impossible scenarios.

Imagine yourself at the highest peak in the world, then you look down. Your legs tremble in fear, your breath stops in shock, realizing you can fall forward at any time. But you don't, and you just stay there, idle. Then you get this ludicrous idea to jump, and you do. Like a feather—light and weightless—you're now free falling but you don't care whether there's anything to stop you at the bottom. You close your eyes and let your heart beat through your skin...

Those precious seconds feel like an eternity.

Fantasy over. My being accumulates to reality on the bed. His weight on my frame is comforting but the air is heated. Every time I breathe in, my skin touches his chest right over me. With my eyelids still down, I feel his lips push one last kiss on mine before a draft lands along my entire body. He moves to the other, open side of the bed. Fading breaths are the only audible sounds in the room... in the world.

A pushing in my head is dragging me deeper into a daze. I just want to sleep... Before that happens, Miz tilts my chin to his side. I almost get angry at him for this, but when I open my eyes, his handsome face is staring at me with a grin too heartwarming for words.

"I love you."

I manage those same words out but my voice cracks in exhaustion. My eyelids droop closed. I'll say it clearer when I see him in my dreams instead...

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