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Chapter 30: Meet the family

Everyone had gone home a few days after Christmas. They left Glenn and I to spend New Year’s Eve alone. We spent most of the time they were gone having lots of fun without leaving the bedroom. I swear that man has an insatiable appetite. Both for Sex and chocolate. Good thing they are both related.

By the way, the box was gone in three days. Shocked anyone?

We went back to work on January 3rd, Glenn getting another title shot, this time against Mark. Mark was going to drop the belt to him right after the Rumble, so Glenn would be the champion at Wrestlemania. He was going to go up against Matt for the title, a family versus family match at the big dance. He wouldn’t drop it then, but would the next night, at a rematch. I was supposed to be torn. Blood versus love, and would ‘turn’ on my own brother. It would be cool. I can’t wait.

The first night back from vacation, I walked into the womens locker room and got tackled by the entire group. Apparently Jess, Sara and Amy had told everyone about Glenn proposing and they were completely ecstatic.

The problem was, every single one wanted to give me advice on my wedding and marriage to Glenn. Most of it was good, some made me think they had all been around all these unmarried males too long. Only Terri tried to talk me out of it.

“My advice on marriage. Don’t.”

“Don’t?”

“Don’t. Men aren’t worth shit. And the marriage liscense isn’t worth the paper it is written on.”

Rena Mero, an old vet turned to her friend and scowled. “Stop it Terri. Just because you and Dustin had problems and split up, doesn’t mean many marriages don’t last. Glenn loves the girl. I think they will be happy. And with all the baby making theyre gonna be doing, I have a feeling they’ll be fine. They’ve been practically married for a long time now. This is just making it legal.”

“Marriages based on sex are destined to fail.”

I stood in front of her, proud I was controling my temper. “Our marriage is based on love, respect, and belief in each other. Quit being so jaded on being in love Terri. Try to be happy and you might be one day.”

Jacqueline put her fist in the air, saying “Here Here! Go Fay!”. She grabbed my hand, turning away from Terri. “Now. Let’s see this rock!”

Terri stormed off as the other women gawked at the engagement ring. I felt sorry for her. She and Dustin Runnels had separated and divorced on semi-good terms, but she always seemed jaded about anyone who seemed to be in love. A few weeks before, she had jumped Noreen about she and Shane, saying she should watch out. ‘No man could be trusted’. And knowing Shane was one of the most trustworthy men I knew, I had retaliated. No body messed with one of my best friends and talked bad about him like that.

Some people just cant be happy for anything.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Right after Royal Rumble, the night after in fact, Glenn got a call from his Mom. She usually never called while we were on the road. I prayed no one was hurt, and my fears were put to rest. Apparently, his uncle had called and said their mother, Glenn’s paternal grandmother, wanted all her family together, on her birthday, Febuary 13th. Catherine just wanted to know if Glenn and I could go. He didn’t want to. He adamantly refused, claiming he didn’t want to deal with ‘Grandma Jacobs’ and the rest of his neurotic family. He didn’t like what I had to say about it.

“I want to go.”

“Hell no.”

He tried to ignore me as I stood in front of him. He fiddled with the straps on his costume as I watched him. He grew uncomfortable as I watched him and finally looked up.

“My family is fucked up. There’s maybe three decent ones in the whole bunch. I don’t want you to be subjected to…”

“No, YOU don’t want to be subjected to it.” I put my arms around his neck. “Eventually I will be a part of this ‘neurotic family’, Glenn. Pretty soon, I’ll be Faith Jacobs. And I assume that you will be inviting a few of them to our wedding. Let me meet the rest of your family. If I havent met them it might come as a big shock when, on down the line, they find out we’re getting married or we have a baby on the way.”

He dropped his head on my shoulder. “Fine. I’ll call Mom back, but you promise me we set a date tonight or tommorrow and we start planning. I don’t want to wait forever to marry you.”

I agreed, having put off setting a date for the last few weeks, wavering somewhere between April and June. He called his mom, saying we’d go. He rolled his eyes and said it would be alright for her to make arrangements for us to stay in a hotel in Knoxville. He hung up and pointed to me, playfully looking mean.

“Woman, You are gonna put me in an early grave. My Grandmother is going to kill me!”

I shrugged. “Nah. You’ll die getting laid. What a happy death.”

He chased me for that one. Boy, I remember doing this before. Except, last time it was Mark, and he was gonna kill me.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

We both finally sat down the next dayin the commisary, pencil and paper in hand, to figure out what we wanted to do about the wedding. Neither of us wanted a long engagement, nothing more than a few months. I had borrowed a Divas calendar from the merchandise guys and we stared at it trying to figure out when we wanted to become husband and wife.

“March won’t work. I can’t get away because of Wrestlemania. I’ll have the title until then. What about June?”

He pointed to the first weekend and I shook my head, “No, Matt and Jeff got Married in June.”

“Oh, good reasoning, hun.” He stuck his tongue out at me and I playfully snapped my teeth at him. “Oh bite me darlin’” He spat in a sarcastic tone.

“Fuck you.”

He asked when and where, and I told him to be serious.

“I am being serious.”

“Later Stud. Figure out when youre gonna make me an honest woman first.”

He flipped through the calendar, stopping and pointing at our birthdays. His was the 26th of April, mine the 28th. “Why not the 27th of April? Right between our birthdays.”

I looked at it, unsure. “It’s a Tuesday.”

“Yeah? Who said we had to be married on a weekend.”

“Smackdown tapings.”

“That’s right after a Pay per veiw. Live Smackdown those weeks remember? Vince said we could have the week before the wedding and two weeks after anyway. We’ll only need the wedding party for the rehearsal the day before, not the whole roster. We wont be obligated that day and neither will anyone else on the roster. They will all be in Kansas City the night before so they will be close enough they can all come. All you and I have to do is make sure we made our appearance at any Pay per veiws.” He took my hand and smiled. “Just think, we’ll never forget our anniversary.”

I looked again. That would give us three months to plan everything. I still didn’t know who was going to pay for it and said so. Traditionally the bride’s family paid and I knew Dad couldn’t afford it.

“Don’t worry. I already talked to Gilbert about it. I’m paying for everything. He’s going to buy your bouquet. That’s what I agreed to, and he had to fight me as far as that. I want this wedding to be your dream come true.”

I smiled, taking his hand. “It is. It includes you.”

“Nice sentiment sweetheart, but I know every little girl plans a wedding that is always their dream. If it kills me you will have that dream.”

GO CHIVALRY AND HEFTY PAYCHECKS!

God, I love that man!

We hammered everything else out. It would be a semi-formal wedding, in the afternoon, at our house. We’d have a small wedding and a huge reception at the hall his dad could get for us. The colors were dark navy blue, ivory, silver and white. I told him I was going to get an ivory dress, since I really wasn’t qualified to wear white anymore. He vetoed that as it came out of my mouth. “Wear a white gown. I say you are still qualified to wear white. You looked beautiful in that one for the beach thing. Use it.”

I said no, I wanted my own wedding gown. “I wouldn’t pick one like that in a million years for our wedding. Besides, that went to the auctions for charity, last I heard. Who knows where it is.”

Food, flowers and everything else, we would have to decide with the people who could help on that. Next time we were home, I had to remember to find a caterer, and florist, and DJ or musician. The list of stuff was lengthy. I dreaded figuring out the guest list and we put that off for a while, knowing we couldn’t put it off too much longer.

The one thing that was worst, who would stand up with us. We knew we couldn’t leave out Jeff, Matt, Jess and Amy. He wanted Mark and Sara to stand up with us, but I didn’t know Sara that well. Yeah we’re friends, but I’m not that close to her to make her my matron of honor.

I agreed to let her stand as a third bridesmaid, with Curtis, who Glenn wanted up there too. So he had Mark chosen as best man, Jeff, Matt and Curtis as groomsmen. I had Jess, Amy and Sara as bride’s maids but no matron of honor. I wanted to pick someone I was close to, and he rattled off every one of my friends, trying to help me decide. I couldn’t choose.

“Well, who else do you know? You could pick my mom.”

I shook my head, knowing she would want to be watching her son get married from a better vantage point than from behind me. I banged my head on the table we were sitting at and put my hands over it.

“I cant fucking pick… Damn it!”

I turned my head to a nearby TV, watching the news. Down in Austrailia some kid had won a bubble blowing contest and near Brazil, a unseasonable hurricane was bombarding the coast. I raised up and slapped myself in the forehead.

“God I’m a fucking moron!”

He looked up at me, like I had gone nuts. “What in the hell?”

“Shane.”

“Shane?”

I nodded, pointing to our list of people. “You Mark, Matt, Jeff, and Curtis. Me, Shane, Jess, Amy and Sara.”

He shook his head, thinking I had fucking lost it. “You want Shane to stand up with you at our wedding?” I nodded. “What are you gonna make him wear the dress too?”

“No. He can wear a tux. Do you have an objection to it?”

“Yeah. I don’t know if I really want the only other man youve had sex with to stand up as a witness.”

I shook my head, laughing. “Glenn, Shane is no threat to you.”

“I’m not threatened.” He pouted. “Ok maybe a little. Honey, you slept with him!”

“Once!”

“Once is enough. Why Shane? Noreen Greenwald would do it if you asked. She’d stand up.”

I hung my head. “Glenn, Shane is one of my best friends. He has known me for a long time. You have known Mark for a long time too.”

“I havent screwed him either.”

I sat back in my chair, arms folded. He watched me through half closed eyes as he did the same. “Is that what this is about? The fact I have slept with Shane?”

“Yes. And no.”

“Well, what is the yes part?”

He leaned forward, tapping the pencil. “The yes part is you might still have feelings for him.”

I took the pencil away from him and closed my eyes, sighing. “Glenn I never had feelings for Shane. Did I ever tell you what happened when he and I slept together?” He shook his head.

“Ok. Fine here goes. Right after I turned seventeen I went on the pill. Dad knew I was a wild kid and didn’t want me coming home with any of my own. He knew I might catch something, so he had the talk with me, about condoms and all that. I was allergic to latex, so I figured I couldn’t use them I wasn’t really interested in sex at that point in my life, but hey, everyone I knew was. I just wanted to try it once. I was stupid. I knew I wanted it to be special, so I figured out who I could trust to be my first. I figured on a few guys from school, but they were mostly little man whores. I knew Shane and Shannon from them coming by with Matt and Jeff. Shane and I were fairly close, and I told him my problem. He suggested Shannon Moore, but he was dating this chick and didn’t want to mess it up. Shane, being my good buddy, sat down with me a couple months before I turned eighteen and asked why I wanted to. I told him I didn’t want it to go to a one nighter, wanted to be someone I knew and someone I wouldn’t catch anything from. After I couldn’t find anyone, Jeff, who had found out about it from Shannon, just suggested Shane and I just do it. ‘Get it over with’. We both threw the idea around a few weeks. He finally agreed to it, but that he wanted to make sure I was on the pill and wanted to use spermicide. He didn’t want to come up a daddy. My dad would have killed him. We both decided to get it over with on my eighteenth birthday, I wouldn’t be jailbait at that point and there was a party in Southern Pines at a friend’s house. He took me upstairs during the party, and we just did it. He showed me how to give head, but did nothing for me. No foreplay, no anything. I didn’t even get off. He was done within a few minutes, rolled over and fell asleep. I was highly disappointed.”

Glenn looked at me as I finished the story. He sat back, crossing his arms. “You have no romanitc feelings for him at all?”

I shook my head. “Trust me when I say there is nothing between us. Closest we come to being intimate is a kiss on the cheek and a friendly hug. Nothing more.”

He seemed satisfied for a second, but I saw the gleam in his eye as he had come up with something.

“Who’s better?”

“What?”

“Who’s better? Me or Shane? I gotta know.”

“Let’s see.” I held out my hands to either side. I pointed to the left as Glenn and the right as Shane. “Shane didn’t get me off, fell asleep after he was done and didn’t even speak to me for six weeks after. That and he doesn’t fill out his costume very well. On the other hand…” I pointed to my left hand. “You never fail to let me finish, never fall right to sleep, except the one time I woke you up at 3am so you could knock me out, and always make sure I have everything I need, physically and emotionally. And you fill out your costume quite nicely down front.” I tilted hard to the left. “Who the hell do you think is better in bed?”

He smiled, looking damn pleased with himself. “I’m a stud.”

I rubbed my foot down his leg under the table. “Damn right, big boy.”

He continued to act like a goofball, almost dancing in place, now that he knew I thought he was good in the sack. I told him to settle down. “Quit, or I might have to play with you later. Can I have Shane as my Man of honor?”

He conceded, completely full of himself. I made him promise not to bombard Shane, and I knew for the next few weeks he wouldn’t. but only the next few weeks.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

We asked the people we wanted to stand up with us the next day, gathering them all in a room at the arena in Miami. Mark noticed there was an uneven amout of males in the room and said that something was up.

“There’s only three women in here, not including the bride.” He pointed to the girls as I sat on a table in front of him.

“There’s the right number of people in here. Don’t worry about it. Ok Jess Amy Sara are my Bridesmaids, asked and acccounted for. Matt and Jeff will be groomsmen with Glenn’s cousin, Curtis. Mark, Glenn already asked you to be the best man right?”

He nodded, smiling to himself. “That’s already taken care of. Who is standing up with me as Matron of Honor?” He rubbed his hands together.

Oh poor Mark.

“Shane is, if he agrees to it.”

The green-haired wonder’s eyes bulged as he looked up at Glenn and I. “Huh?”

I turned and looked him dead in the eye as I asked. “Shane, will you be my Man of honor? You are my best friend, short of Glenn.”

Matt and Jeff snickered as Shane sputtered. “But..but… Man of honor?”

Glenn nodded as Shane looked up at him. “Hey, she decided. What Faith wants, she gets for this, as far as I’m concerned. We gotta know now Shane, The wedding is in three months.”

That set off a stream of questions from the rest, trying to figure out how we thought we could plan a wedding in three months while we traveled 90% of the time. We told them everything was taken care of, knowing Catherine was planning on helping us out.

I turned back to Shane and asked again, trying to get him to agree. “Shane, will you please stand up with me at our wedding?”

“I don’t have to wear a dress, do I?”

I grinned. “Something low cut in the back, a halter top maybe? Would you rather wear a tux?”

I smiled at him as he nodded, stood and bowed. “Miss Faith, I would be honored to stand up with you and witness your marriage to Glenn. So long as I can wear a tux.”

Glenn stood up from where he was sitting. “Good, now we have that sorted out. We go to St. Louis in three weeks, everyone to our house the day after the show. We have to get all this done before Wrestlemania.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

We got throught the next two weeks without a hitch, except for the fact Glenn was now sulking. He had found out his Dad had told Grandma Jacobs that he was getting married and she had flipped. He wouldn’t elaborate when he told me this, just said that she was not pleased. I wasn’t worried. She hadnt met me yet and after she got to know me, she would love me!

Glenn and I headed for Knoxville on the 12th of Febuary, immeadiately after a live Smackdown. The both of us were jetlagged bad when we met his parents at the airport there about 6am. I was so tired, I fell asleep until we got to the hotel we were all four staying at. Glenn apparently carried me to our room, because I don’t remember getting there myself and he was curled up next to me with his clothes still on when Catherine came in and woke us both up about noon.

She woke me up first, and neither of us could wake up Glenn. Apparently my fiance wanted to stay dead to the world. I was about to wake him up with a nice splash of cold water, when David said he had a better idea. He leaned down to his son’s ear, like he was going to whisper in it. With a very feminine voice he spoke.

“Wake up sweetie.”

I heard Gleen moan my name as he rolled over. His dad leaned down again on his other side.

“Glenn. It’s time.”

I swear to God, the man shot up and started looking around, really disoriented. “It’s time, the baby…Oh god.” He looked over at where I should have been and then up to where his mom and I were about to laugh our asses off. He wasn’t quite awake yet as he thought for a second. “Youre not pregnant yet.” He fully woke up as he turned and pointed to his dad. “That was not funny.”

“Youre right it wasn’t. It was a damned laugh riot!”

Glenn got up and stormed to the bathroom as we all laughed. Catherine looked at me as we watched him walk off. “Well, when you do have a baby, he’ll be ready.”

They left to let us get ready and I went in to see if Glenn really was mad. He had jumped in the shower, so I took my opportunity to peek in on him. Gonna get my cheap thrill.

“Nice ass big man.”

He grunted, being turned away from me. There was just something very wrong with this picture. I looked again, seeing his hands in an opportune spot, his elbow moving. I heard him whispering my name and figured it out. He was jerking off!

I stripped down and got in as quietly as I could. Oh, hell no, youre not having fun without me, big man. I don’t think he heard me get in with him, since he jumped a bit as I rubbed myself along his back.

“Gonna share that with me?” I wrapped my hand around him from behind and continued the rhythm he had set himself. He moved into my hand, holding my wrist. He was pretty well lost in the moment. Damned if I knew why he just didn’t ask to get laid.

He started thrusting into my hand, stopping me from working him over. He turned around, holding himself in his hand. He put his hand on my shoulder, guiding me down. Poor guy just wanted to get some head before we left. I heard him beg under his breath as I took him in. He put his hand on my head and tried to make me take more. He knew I couldn’t deep throat him, but he was sure damned about to try and teach me.

“Please baby, take it. Fay…”

He moved closer into me. I didn’t think I could do it, Glenn’s got too much for me to take. I thought a minute, trying to figure out how I could as he whispered my name. I had an idea and instead of sitting on my calves, I sat up, on my knees. This put me higher than his waist and it gave me a better angle. He leaned into it, liking the feeling of me taking him deeper. I still didn’t get all of him in, but at that point he didn’t care.

I felt his hand lift my chin, making me look at him as I worked. He watched my eyes as I moved, smiling down.

“I love you.”

He moved quicker, letting the water run down the both of us, his tension mounting. He stopped himself before he came, guiding me up his body, wrapping my arms around his neck. He turned and lifted me against the wall, wrapping my legs around his waist. He leaned into my shoulder with his lips, whispering that this was much better. He moved me into the wall, holding me up with his motions.

After a while, he couldn’t do it anymore. He came with a lunge, pressing my back hard into the wall. I moaned into his shoulder as he worked, moving to the motion of his body. He kissed me as he lowered me to stand on the ground.

“I Love you Glenn.”

“Hmmm…Mi Amor.” He kissed me again, biting at my lower lip. “Remind me to do that again.”

I smiled as I turned the water up. “Speak in Spanish to me some more, handsome. My big Spanish stud.”

I soaped up my hands to clean him off, smiling as he spoke to me in a deep voice, dropping an octave lower on purpose. “Pronto, mi amor, usted será mi esposa hermosa y estaré con usted siempre. Pronto, tendremos nuestro bebé, nuestra familia. Por siempre amor de la voluntad I a usted, mi sol. Usted es mi corazón.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

His parents picked us up around 2pm. We hadn’t gotten out of the shower until about one, so when they showed up we were just finishing getting ready. Glenn told me to make sure I dressed up, no jeans. “She’s going to be pissed off as it is. Don’t wear something like what you would wear to work.” He finally was satisfied when I put on a skirt. I usually never had one with me, but had bought this one a week ago at Jess’s insistance. Glenn, be thankful for Jessica Hardy.

His dad drove to a old house out in suburban Knoxville. There were cars everywhere, parked down each side of the street. We left David’s rental at the end of the block and walked the way down to the house Glenn had pointed to as we had passed. It was old Victorian-type, with a short porch in the front and a sign that held the family name on it.

He walked in out of the cold, me standing behind Glenn as he turned around to take off my coat. I turned and saw a short bright blonde woman run straight for Glenn and wrap her arms around his body.

“Glenn! Lookee! Big cousin! How the hell ya been? I heard ya tried to bust your face open a while back. Nice hairdo. Lose a bet?” She caught me out of the corner of her eye, tilting her head the same way Glenn does and looking up. “Hello…This her?”

Glenn smiled as I offered my hand. “Danielle, this is my fiancee, Faith. Fay, this is my younger cousin Danielle.”

“Hi.”

“She speaks!” He shook my hand and grinned. Definitely a family resemblance. “So this is why Grandma is all up in arms. Girlie, you caused a real stir around here, and ya ain’t been here a few seconds.”

I looked at her then Glenn confused. “What?”

She looked a bit embarrased. “Grandma, uh, she’s not too fond of strong women, even though she is one. She never subscribed to women’s lib. She seems to think women all should be very delicate and proper.” She stood up fully and spread her arms. “Of course, most of her granddaughters arent. Myself included. Uncle David apparently told her you were a wrestler too. She seems to think youre some chick who doesn’t really like her grandson, just wants him for his cash.” She smiled up at me. “I can tell you like him a bunch though. Old Glenn has a good head on his shoulders, he can usually pick ‘em. All but that last one.” She winked at Glenn as then looked to the room to our side. She pointed in there and smirked. “I think youre about to get a forced entrance.”

I heard a loud commanding shreiking voice come from the room. “Glenn Thomas! Come in here!”

He put his hand on mine and cringed. “Pray, Fay.”

He led me in the room, which was full of his cousins, aunts and uncles. A forbidding older woman sat on a cahir near the window and we walked up to her. She was almost like a queen to the rest of them, but Glenn looked defiant as I looked to him. He stared the woman in the eye as she spoke, her voice irriated.

“Is this her, Glenn Thomas?”

He nodded, holding me around my waist. “Grandmother, this is Faith Hardy. Faith, this is my grandmother, Estelle Priscilla Jacobs.”

I offered my hand and she looked up at me disdainfully. She eyed my red, blue and purple hair, the five studs in my right ear, the captive bead in my left. He eyes wandered down my legs, where the band of Red and black roses were showing over my ankle. She looked at me cooly, turning her nose up as she spoke.

“So, you and my grandson are going to married. Glenn Thomas, you would attach yourself to a woman such as this?” She pointed to me with her hand, plam up. “She looks like a harlot.”

I bit my tongue, but Glenn spoke up for me. “She’s been more faithful to me than your favorite. She Loves me, and I Love her.”

She stood, her cane supporting most of her weight. “Myra was a gem, you shouldn’t have let her go. She would have made an excellent wife, with time and some effort.”

I squeezed his hand, knowing he was going to flip out. I saw his Dad try to keep this from escalating as the whole family was watching.

“Yeah, for someone else. Myra was a no good, lying, cheating whore who wanted me to pay for her to have sex with other guys. Faith wants me for me.”

“Myra was no whore, Glenn Thomas. She was a lovely woman. She never cheated on you.”

He lost it, stepping away from me, bellowing to her. “I fucking caught her in our bed with her boss! She had her damned legs in the air, and it wasnt me who she had between them. I pretty well damned think she was fucking around! You liked her because she sucked up to you. She appealed to your ego and you liked it.”

She was taken aback, sitting down in the chair. She looked to me, anger in her voice. “When will you be marrying her then.” She looked me up and down, disgust on her face.

“Late April.” His voice was harsh, hard and bitter.

She scowled looking to a man who sat next to her. “Curtis Sr., You will have to take me to a wedding, I suppose. Glenn Thomas, you will learn the hard way. This girl will never be faithful to you.”

David stood in front of his mother, smiling as he put a hand on my shoulder. “Mother, they are already trying to have a baby. And Faith is very dedicated to him.”

She narrowed her eyes at this information. “If she cant wait for the wedding night…”

“Grandma, shut up!”

I turned, seeing Curtis, Glenn’s doctor cousin I met in Nashville. Their grandmother smiled as he entered the room, holding her hands up for a hug. “Ah my good grandson…”

“Stuff it, grandma. And quit playing favorites.” He came and stood close to Glenn and I, putting his hand on my fiance’s shoulder. “This girl loves him. I was there after he got his face nearly bashed in in a fight. She saw him after he was released, her eyes absolutely lit up like a christmas tree. She took care of him after he got hurt from what I was told. I know for a fact she’ll stay with him. You didn’t love Grandpa this much. I don’t know if I love Jack as much as Faith loves Glenn. You just cannot be happy for Glenn for once. You treat him like shit and me like gold. Just because I’m a doctor deosnt mean Im more important Grandma. You should treat all your grandkids like you love them. It’s usually what a grandparent, any parent does. Unusual concept isn’t it, treating people as equals.”

Her face fell as she stood. She walked out of the room, sulking. David followed her as she left. I felt sorry for the poor lady.

Curtis looked down at me, I realized that he was barely taller than Glenn, and they looked a hell of a lot alike. “Ok. Show’s over. There’s a killer spread in the kitchen for anyone who feels hungry.”

A young woman with black hair spoke up, asking ‘what about Grandma?’

Danielle spoke up, bounding over to Curtis, grabbing his hand. “She’ll get over it when she wants to accept some people do want to marry into this family. Faith, come on, you gotta try Curtis’s crab dip, absolutely to die for.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

I sat with Glenn at the huge dining room table, Curtis, Danielle and Glenn all pointing out who was who, telling me who to avoid and who was cool. Don’t ya love family politics?

“The guy on the end is my and Danielle’s dad. Grandma calls him Curtis Senior. That’s our uncle Bob, he married Aunt Corianne. Grandma didn’t like him either.” He pointed down, his father easy to spot, He and his son were almost identical twins. Bob was a older guy, maybe older than David, with a thick head of Gray hair.

Danielle spoke up, attacking a piece of shepard’s pie. “Bob’s a good guy. His kids on the other hand…” She pointed down to two pretty boys with dark brown hair, who were acting like jackasses. “Julian and Derrick Anderson. Assholes. They are damned morons.”

I looked to Glenn. “I thought you only had one male cousin.”

He rolled his eyes as Derrick and Julian tormented a little blonde girl. “I do. Curtis and I are Jacobs. Julian and Derrick don’t count, Aunt Corianne isn’t their Mom.”

Curtis spoke up, wiping his mouth. “It’s the whole superiority thing of Grandma, beat it into our heads from a young age that we had to carry on the family name. Have sons. That kinda thing. We usually don’t go for it, but I know for a fact Glenn here has wanted a kid for a while. I want to know all about when you two got engaged and this whole story.”

So we told the both of them pretty much everything, about how we met, about the Stephanie thing, and my little scheme to get him back. Danielle wanted to see our ink, and we promised to show her later. Glenn described how we proposed, rolling his thumb over my hand as he did. The man was postively glowing and smiled as I gave him a peck on his cheek.

“The Janus bitch make an appearance yet?” Danielle snarled at the thought.

“Janus?”

Glenn nodded. “Myra. You know, Two-faced. Yeah, right before we got engaged she showed up. While I was gone.”

Curtis looked absolutely terrified for a second. “Don’t be alone with that crazy bitch! She’ll kill.”

I looked to Glenn, who obviosuly didn’t want the conversation to go there. I made a mental note to ask about that later, when Catherine came in and put her hand on Glenn’s shoulder and smiled at me.

“Ok you two. Come with me.”

We shrugged as she led us out. Glenn grabbed my hand, rubbing his thumb over my knuckles, something he only does when he’s nervous. His Mom stopped at the door Grandma Jacobs had gone in and smiled. “Go on in. She wants to talk to you.”

Glenn knocked on the door, hearing a faint come in. He led me in first, looking over my shoulder to see His dad and grandmother sitting near a window.

“Glenn Thomas. Bring that girl over here.”

He led me over, not quite sure what was going on. He stood me in front of her, hand on my hip as we stood there. She looked me up and down again, not quite sure.

“Youre name is Faith?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Where are you from?”

“Cameron, North Carolina. About an hour outside Raleigh.”

She stood, walking up to me, her cane hitting harder each time. She looked up at me so she could look me in the eye. Her hand went for my face, picking up the streaks as if inspecting them. She moved to finger the barbell in my ear, staring at the studs. She backed up to look at my ink near my ankle. I could tell she wasn’t quite sure about me. She looked to Glenn, who was standing by me watching silently.

“David. You approve of this girl? She’s not exactly normal…”

“Mother, she’s a good person, willing to do anything for us if we needed her to. She loves my boy more than anything else on God’s green earth, has for a long time. A first glance can be decieving.”

She nodded, finding her way back to her chair. “I am sorry for earlier.”

Glenn’s mouth dropped open. He looked like a fish, gaping.

“Curtis is right, I do tend to treat you differently than any of the others. You had a scholarship, went to college, had a good job. Why wrestling, Glenn Thomas?”

Glenn watched her as he spoke. “Because I love the sport. I couldn’t support a family on what I was making Teaching or at the hospital, not how I want to raise them. If I didn’t I wouldn’t have met Faith. Both are good reasons why. I met the love of my life, and we can have a family, and be able to raise our family how we see fit.” He put his arms around my hips, hugging me as he spoke, leaning his chin on my head.

“Faith, you love my grandson like they say you do?”

I nodded. “More than anyone has ever loved anyone else. More than my own life.”

She nodded. “I trust you. I hope you are happy together, truly. Go on and enjoy the dessert. I believe Danielle made chocolate cake, Glenn Thomas.”

I could tell that she was still pouting as we walked out. Glenn closed the door, leaning against the wall and exhaling loudly. “That was a lot easier than I thought it would be. I thought she would rip my head off.”

“Why the hell did I almost get myself a new asshole ripped?” I leaned against him, very confused at everything that had happened that day.

He ran his hand down my face, pulling me into a quick kiss. “Because of me mostly. I don’t suck up to her, and she never really liked anyone I brought to meet her. She liked Myra only because she stroked her ego and flattered her incesantly. Myra was her idea of what I should be married to. Prim, proper, ladylike. That’s what Grandma always saw when she saw Myra. You are completely different from her. You are my kind of woman. Beautiful, intelligent and strong. You scare her.”

“So I’m not Prim, proper and ladylike?” I smiled as he pulled me closer.

“You can be, you make an excellent June Cleaver, sweetheart.”

“June Cleaver in the kitchen, complete slut in the bedroom, huh? Youre full of it.”

He pulled me closer, leaning my head back. “Don’t toy with me little girl, I havent pulled everything out of my bag of tricks. I might have to show you when we get back home for a while.” He kissed me, leaning me into him as we heard giggling coming from behind us.

I turned to see Danielle with two other girls, both maybe eighteen. One was the black-haired girl from earlier, the other a short blonde.

“Danielle, Audrey and Heather! What are you three doing?”

The black-haired girl smiled and walked up to her cousin, wiggling her head back and forth. “Watching you make-out with your fiancée. Aww how cute!”

She stepped back as he made a playful swing at her. “Audrey, you’re a little troublemaker, you know that? Daniellle, you put her up to this didn’t you?”

She smiled. “Nope! It was Heather’s idea. She wanted to see the ink too.”

I looked confused for a mintue, then stood straight. “They want to see our tats.”

“Can you three wait until tommorrow? We all have to go to that party at Grandma’s church. We’ll show ya then ok?”

They shook their heads. The one I assumed was Heather spoke up, smiling. “Nope. Now or Never. We say now.”

Audrey and Danielle lunged for him, as I moved back, tackling Glenn and tickling him. He got them off of him, backing up toward me.

“Alright. Viscious little…”

He pulled up his shirt, just enough you could see the three markings in his back. Audrey inspected them a minute, then looked up. “These must have hurt like a bitch!”

He nodded as he tucked his shirt in. “What, did you think it would tickle? I’m not the crazy one, Fay has one on her back and that one on her ankle. Doesn’t even like needles.”

I was then hounded to show my art, including the one on my back. Nothing real impressive I thought. I told them they should meet Mark. “He’s got full sleeves, stomach and neck, yowch!”

They left us alone after a while and we decided to go back to the hotel. Glenn was almost exhausted from the flight and I was starting to yawn. The party was the next day and we wanted to be well rested. Curtis dropped us off, planning to pick us up again in the morning. Glenn and I barely made it to the bed before we were down for the count.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

We went to the party the next day, just going to wish his grandmother a happy birthday before we headed out. She seemed unperturbed by me now, even smiling at me as we talked to her. While we were there Glenn asked Curtis to be one of his groomsmen. He said he would, planning on coming to meet us in St. Louis the weekend we would be in town. There wasn’t much after that. We left early, heading out for the airport. I had a match on Heat that week and Glenn was going to come out and start trouble. He had the title right about then, and was gonna to screw with the number one contender’s mind before Wrestlemania.

The Number one contender was Matt.
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