Wrestling Holiday One-Shots
By Jurassicfatt
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. They are owned by WWE, AEW, Impact Wrestling, and many other promotions. This story is entirely fictional.
Chapter 4: Harley'z Angels (Rebel/Christy)
Rebel's POV, Hemme Household, Riverside County, California, Morning
Slowly walking up to the front door of my home, I slip the key in and gently unlock it. The lights are off, so they must be either sleeping in or still in their rooms. I've got the weekend to myself before I have to go back to AEW on Monday, and what better way to spend these days than with my wonderful girlfriend and step kids. Pushing the door slowly open, as to avoid making noise, I lift my carry-on over the threshold, the dawn's orange light shinning across the porch into the house. I place down the bag, then close the door and lock it up. Gently wheeling my suitcase against the wood floor, I smell fresh brewed coffee. I guess Christy must have gotten up early. Without warning, the lights turn on, and I'm met with five little smiles, wearing their favorite animal/Marvel pajamas while bouncing up and down. My 8-year-old step daughter and the eldest of the bunch, Charlie Rose, takes a picture with her instant camera. The other 4 quadruplets, brothers Hemme, Jagger, Quinn, and sister Sunni, hold a big sign saying "Welcome home" in pink, purple, blue, and red crayon.
"Surprise!" they all yell, before running at me. I laugh, feeling them jump and hug me as I hold them all in my arms.
"Oh my God, I missed you so much! Look at you, so cute in your pajamas. Mama's babies. Oh," I say, grabbing the sign, where Mama Rebel is written in cursive. I kiss every one of them, before laughing again. "Thank you. My little Guardians, that's what you are." I guess you can tell from the nickname what movie these kids, love, huh?
"Do I make a good Star-Lord?" Quinn asks, pointing his plastic bubble gun in the air and firing it, much to the amazement his brothers and sister. Ruffling his hair, I answer.
"Yes, you do, my little Space ranger. Now, everyone settle down. Settle down. Remember to use your inside voices." I state with motherly authority, rising to my feet. The children stop yelling and lower their voices. "Now, where's Mama Christy?"
"Mommy is in the bathroom." Charlie answers, tucking her blonde hair behind her ear. She looks so much like her mother at times, its unreal. She goes up to me and tells me to come down. "I think Mommy's trying to get all fancy because you're here." she suggests, giving me a smile.
"I heard that. And for the record, I always make sure to look my best." I hear the familiar voice of my girlfriend say. Looking up, I see Christy walking down the stairs, her blue eyes staring at me as she does. She's put on a gray shirt that says "Peach lover" in green and orange, along with matching sweats and a pair of her pink sneakers. Her red hair is tied in a ponytail, but she's applied some mascara, blue eyeshadow, and a foundation to her cheeks. Known each other over 15 years and she still knocks me off my feet every time I see 'er. Christy pulls out a cherry lip balm and puts some on, before pulling into a huge kiss. The cherry taste melts on my tongue as Christy kisses me hungrily, her hands clutching my sweater. Charlie just coughs and walks away, while the other kids continue to play with the bubble gun. Pulling away, she looks me up and down before biting her lip "Hi Rebel. I missed you, baby." Christy then turns to the kids. "Okay, everybody. Breakfast is ready." This earns a cheer from the little Guardians.
"What? What're ya saying? They haven't eaten, yet?" I ask in shock.
"They didn't want anything! I've been begging them for 30 minutes to at least drink some juice, but they refused, saying they wanted to eat with you." Christy explains, rubbing a hand over her forehead.
"Yeah, we don't eat until Mama Rebel came back. And now you're here!" Sunni says, her innocent smile warming my heart.
"And I'm not really a breakfast person." Charlie states simply, checking her camera lens again. Girl has been hooked on those since she was 3. Christy and I bought her a small Instant camera for Christmas last year, and it's her most prized possession.
"Not into breakfast, Charlie?" The girl just shakes her head. "Sounds like another person I know." I say cheekily, giving Christy a smirk. Christy rolls her eyes, before turning and walking towards the kitchen.
"Come on everyone. Fresh fruit and cereal with milk, along with orange juice and water." she reveals, as the swarm of children follow behind her. I do the same, clutching Sunni's hand before leading her to the table and helping to prepare their plates. I head back to my bag and pull out a card with a long rectangular box. Gazing at it for a second, I quickly place it behind my back, before walking back to the table.
"Now, even though I just showed up, I want everyone to wish Mommy a happy Valentines, for everything she does and more. Ahright?" I ask, letting my accent go thicker for a second. The kids smile and say happy valentines, which makes Christy laugh. Her blue eyes stare into mine, and I can see the hunger behind them, no doubt from letting my Oklahoma voice out more. Walking up to her seat, I hand her a card and the box. Christy eyes go wide as she grabs them. Opening the card, she reads it out loud.
"'To the angel who fell from Heaven and lights up my life.' Seriously?" she asks with a smirk.
"What? What's wrong with it?"
"It's a beautiful card, it's just…" Christy says, trailing off.
"What is it, Christy?" I ask, genuinely curious.
"I'm in no way an Angel. I dressed as one once, but I know I don't qualify. I'm too corrupted. If anything, I'm a succubus." she states with a shrug, casually mentioning her old Playboy photoshoot.
"Christina! Don't use such words in front of the kids!" I state.
"What's a succufus?" Hemme asks, tilting his head in wonder. Jagger, the quietest of the four, also looks at me with his eyes furrowed.
"Nothing sweetheart. Mommy Christy is just tired. Eat your breakfast." I tell him. He just nods and continues digging into his Cheerios, Jagger following suit. Christy opens the box, holding the silver and blue gemstone necklace in her hands. Gazing at it for a few seconds, she places it back in the box and puts it down. Calling me over with her hands, I bend down and she pulls me into another kiss, lovingly nipping at my lower lip. I love the little spark I get whenever we kiss.
"I love it. Thank you." Christy whispers, before hugging me. I smell the mixture of Pantene and Moroccan Argan Oil as the warm, smooth skin of her cheek presses against mine. I feel her breath against my ear as she whispers, lower than before. "You look so hot, right now."
"I smell like an airport."
Christy pulls away to look in my eyes. "I'll prepare a shower. I have a loofah to wash that booty."
"No." I assert. She gives me an eyebrow raise. "You've been doing so much. It's time you get pampered for a change."
"Mama Rebel?" Sunni asks, cutting our conversation short.
"Yes, sweet pea?"
"I poured you some cereal." she says. Smiling, I take my seat next to her. I notice some of the Cheerios have fallen out of the bowl. I quickly pluck them and throw the pieces into the bowl, then pour some milk over them.
"Thank you very much, sweet pea." I say, kissing her forehead.
"You're welcome."
"Hey, so what are we doing today?" Charlie asks.
"Well, I was thinking we could watch a movie while Mama Christy takes a nap. Unless of course someone else has a suggestion?" The kids all freeze for a moment, continuing to eat their melon cubes and cereal. Christy looks at me, before she mouths a silent 'I love you'. I know she's busts her behind everyday for these little munchkins. Least I can do is help her take a load off while I'm here.
"Can we watch Jurassic Park 3?" Hemme asks. Dinosaurs and Marvel are their favorite things to watch, other than the nature channel. Even Charlie has a toy Triceratops right next to a figure of her mom in her room.
"Of course." A chorus of cheers echo around the room as the kids become very excited. "But I'm skipping some parts. That movie ain't for children, so I've gotta put some parental controls." Hemme boos, while the others either stay silent or nod in understanding.
"I'll come along, later. Gives me plenty of time to snuggle with my favorite peach." Christy suggests, rubbing a hand on my thigh under the table. Giving her a look of 'Stop, later', Christy simply bats her eyelashes and smiles a knowing grin, before pulling her hand away. We continue eating breakfast until everyone is full. I place the dishes in the dishwasher while Christy goes to lie down.
"Charlie, you're in charge for a bit. I just need to take a quick shower, and then we'll watch the movie. Okay?"
She nods. "Okay Mama Rebel. Should I put it on the Animal Channel? Sunni and the others want to watch the lions, again."
"Yeah, that's fine. But make sure it's National Geographic Kids, alright?"
"Okay." Charlie then walks away, placing her camera back in its box and closing it for safety purposes. I clean the table with a wet cloth, then drape it near the sink. I head into the closet and grab a pair of comfy pants with a Dollhouse shirt, then head inside the washroom. I put my worn clothes in the washer before taking a shower, scrubbing myself thoroughly to get rid of any airport muck and stink. Checking through my phone, I notice a text sent earlier from Christy.
"Hey Rebel. Thanks for giving me some nap time. I love those kids so much, but they're a lot of work. My bed is calling, so I'm going to go have a quick wet dream about your booty. Love you, R!"
Chuckling, I quickly towel off before getting dressed. Same old Christy. I walk back into the living room, and Charlie takes the cue to put on the film. Some of the kids sit on the floor, whereas Charlie takes the loveseat. Sunni holds her stuffed Brachiosaurus in hands, petting it cutely. The movie starts off well, the kids loving every second, until the scene where they land the plane. Charlie's eyes go up for a second, before she points at the TV.
"Is she stupid?" Charlie asks.
"Charlie!" I scold. "Don't say such things."
"Mama Rebel, it's true! She's yelling into a microphone on an island full of dinosaurs. Isn't that going to tell them she's there?"
"Yeah." Hemme and Quinn respond.
"Well, when Mamas know their babies are in trouble, it makes them do crazy things."
Suddenly, the Spinosaurus roar echoes out, catching the kids' attention. Their eyes are glued to the screen as they look in wonder and suspense at the frantic running and first death in the movie.
"Ow, that must have hurt." Christy cuts in, drawing my attention.
"I thought you were napping?" I question.
"I was. Then I woke up and heard you guys, so I came down to watch."
"Hey Mommy, do you think the Mom in this movie is stupid for using a microphone on an island of dinosaurs?" Charlie asks.
"Yes."
"What? How so?" I ask.
"Well, screaming into a microphone is only going to alert the dinos that want to eat you. You'd be better off going in with soldiers and tracking down your kid silently." she asserts.
"So, you're saying if it was one of the kids on that island, that you'd be completely calm?"
"I never said that. I'd be a nervous wreck! But getting killed won't bring my baby home. I need to be alive to find them."
Charlie gives me an outstretched hand, as if to say 'told you'. I just nod in defeat, as the Spinosaurus starts eating one of the soldiers. Christy sits right next to me, putting her head on my shoulder and snuggling into me. I kiss her forehead before grabbing the controller, ready to skip certain scenes in an instant.
"Hey lover, can I hold your hand?" Christy whispers, so the kids can't hear us.
"Yeah, sure baby." I respond. Christy pulls the blanket over us, snuggling more into me. I feel some movement near my chest.
"Uh, Christy?"
"Yes, Rebel." she breathes out.
"That's not my hand."
"I know." she whispers, giving me a cheeky grin.
"Baby, later. I've never actually seen this whole movie, and I want to be able to talk with the kids about it." She plays with the ends of my hair, before looking at me with those blue eyes.
"Promise we can have fun later?" she whispers.
"I promise. If not, you can put this sorry ass in the doghouse."
"Shh! No swearing." she whisper-laughs.
"Sorry."
"It's okay, I forgive you." Christy tells me, giving me a passionate kiss. I return it, holding her face in my hands, before we pull away and watch the film as a family. I jump in fright at certain scenes, which causes Christy to hold me closer. The kids love every bit of dinosaur on human violence they see, especially the raptor parts. Maybe I should go check how much tickets to Universal will cost over the Summer? I'm sure they'd love it. I turn and notice Christy has fallen asleep on my shoulder. Kissing her lips, I hold her close and enjoy her warmth, closing my eyes at the comfortable feeling passing over me…
"Mommy! Mama Rebel! Jagger's not playing fair." I hear Quinn call from the other room. Our eyes shoot open. Christy and I look at each other and laugh, before both getting up and heading down the hall to deal with the problem.
Author's Note: Hey everybody. Hope you've been well. So, another new chapter for Hearts of War. A little shorter and sweeter than the last, but I hope you enjoyed. This ship inspired by XoMissDaisyoX during a conversation, so I sort of ran with it. And there was no way I wasn't going to find an excuse to talk about the JP series (I guess you can figure how I chose my username, now). 3rd movie gets a bad rap- not my all-time favorite but still good. If you enjoyed this, remember to follow and favorite for more Hearts of War. And feel free to leave a review. It is always appreciated. Until next time, remember to enjoy your day!