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Chapter 31: Meet me in St. Louis…

We went on to the heat taping, I went to fight, Glenn went to plan strategy with Matt. I would get in on it later, once my angle with Jacqueline was over. I would try for the title against her on Raw that week, and then go to tormenting my brother with ‘Kane’. All three of us were looking forward to it, I would get to beat Matt up for once, with Glenn’s help of course.

I met the both of them backstage, breathing hard from my match with Jackie. I fell all over Glenn, nipping him on the ear. I turned to look at Matt, then Glenn and had a bad feeling. Both had a guilty look, like they were plotting.

“Who broke what?”

The Big guy pulled me into his lap, pointing to Matt. “Matt and Mark want to throw me a bachelor party.”

I looked to my brother. “When?”

“Right before Wrestlemania. Glenn wants to get your approval first.”

I leaned back and looked up at him. “Thought you weren’t drinking or anything.”

He smiled. “I’m not going to drink. Just a stripper and all that. It’s more for them than me I think.” He held me tighter, sensing I was faultering. “Please…”

I dropped my head. “Fine. But you make me this deal. We stop having sex at the end of Feburary.”

He scowled, wondering what the hell I was talking about. “Why? I thought we were trying.”

I scratched his chin as I got up. “We are lover boy. I want some suspense on the wedding night. I don’t get a Bachelorette party, so let me have something.”

“Mom’s offered to throw you a bridal shower…”

“We don’t need anything that I would get at a bridal shower. And sitting around at a bridal shower is a lot different than going out and partying my ass off. I can’t get drunk, I cant do shit. I Love your Mom hun, but I do want to go out, too.”

He grabbed my hand as I started to walk off. “Fay, please, don’t be stubborn.”

“I’m not being stubborn. Just stating my opinion. It will not hurt either one of us to keep our pants on for two months.”

He shook his head. “You aren’t gonna let up are you?”

I smiled, kissing him on the cheek. “Nope. I’ll relent when Mark Callaway removes his own tattoos with a scalpel.”

I heard Matt say ouch, laughing as he did. “She’s got ya there.”

He dropped his shoulders, rolling his thumb over my knuckles. “Fine. You win.” He pulled me close to him, speaking so Matt couldn’t hear and kissing me. “The night before I swear I will take you on and make you feel things you have never in your life dreamed you could have felt before.”

“Threat or Promise?”

“We’ll see…”

I left, hearing the two of them figuring out what they would do for their party. I had a slightly bad feeling about this.

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

The company headed for St. Louis the next week, having both a Smackdown taping and a live Raw. That gave Glenn and I less than four days from the time we arrived on Sunday night until Thursday morning, to get everything we needed done. Thankfully Catherine and David had taken care of most of it for us, lining up caterers, photographers, musicians, a DJ and florists we would have to visit while we were in town. His dad had gotten a huge VFW hall, since he was retired military. We would take care of decorations and everything little like that later. First order of business for us, clothe the wedding party.

Curtis, Shane, Matt, Jeff, and Mark all met at our house on Monday morning. The moment they walked in, my brothers began begging for food. Good lord, they’re worse than dogs.

“I ain’t cookin’!”

Matt and Jeff were practically in my face, almost wimpering that they wanted me to feed them. Curtis, Mark and Shane were laughing their asses off, Shane had seen this before, having been at Dad’s a lot, Curtis and Mark thought it was the funniest shit in the world.

“Please Sister! Have mercy on your poor starving brothers?” Jeff looked up at me with puppy dog eyes, bottom lip stuck out at least a foot from his mouth.

I shook my head, grabbing my keys. “Don’t your women feed you?”

Matt nodded, “They don’t cook for us on a regular basis. Please…!”

I shook my head as Glenn came down the stairs, getting ready to drive them to get fitted for their tuxes. “After your appointment, will you please go feed them.”

“What, no cooking?”

“Nope. I have to go get a dress and get the girls fitted. I’m leaving.”

He gave me a quick kiss as I headed for the door. “Do I get to see the dress?”

I shook my head. “Nope. Not until the wedding.”

“Can I see what’s under it?”

I smirked as I walked out, hearing the boys in the other room howling at something. “If you get them all fitted, fed and home, I may just let you get away with it.”

I walked out, hearing Glenn bellow at the other to haul ass. “I ain’t got all day!”

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

I headed over to David and Catherine’s house, where I was meeting Catherine and the girls. We were headed to this bridal boutique downtown that was known for getting stuff done fast. Apparently they had a lot to choose from, which was good, since I didn’t really know what I wanted.

I climbed the steps, petting the cat as I passed, feeling the cold air. David opened the door, letting me in and smiling. “Catherine is entertaining your friends with stories of Glenn when he was young. Go ahead and go in.”

I started to walk in to the kitchen, but stopped and looked at David. “Werent you supposed to get a tux too?”

He nodded, “I have more time than a few days. I’ll probably go down after Glenn has decided everything and get one done. Don’t worry. Go on. Theyre waiting on you so you can go get your dress.” He walked up the stairs, smiling down at me.

I walked in, seeing Catherine, Jess, Amy, and Sara all sitting around, kids either in their laps or, in the case of Jenneca, walking around and looking at everything. The little girl was over a year old now, feisty and bright as anything. Jeremy was smiling sweetly and giggling in Catherine’s arms. Marcus and Moore were giggling at each other, while Mattea was in her mother’s arms taking a nap. I took one look at the scene and smiled.

“Welcome to Toddlerville, population: five, if ya don’t count the grownups.”

Catherine turned to me, trying to keep Jeremy from attacking her glasses. “Aren’t they adorable though?”

“You say that now, but wait til Glenn and I bring ours by and ask you to babysit. Then lets see how cute they are then.”

She smiled as she stood, putting Jeremy in his carrier. “All we have to do now is wait on your maid of honor.”

“He’s with Glenn.” She looked at me like I had grown another head. I laughed. “Sorry, I have a man of honor, not a maid of honor. My friend Shane is standing up with me.”

She looked a bit shocked for a mintue, then smiled. “We’ll then, let’s go get your dress. Your real one this time.”

That was fun, trying to pile five grown women and five toddlers in a SUV. Thank god I was driving Glenn’s Durango. We couldn’t have fit them in my little Century. It was a damn tight fit though, Jess, being the smallest of us, had to sit bitch. Thank god that truck wasn’t a stick!

We made it to the shop, barely, before Moore and Jeremy were throwing a fit, and Marcus needed to be changed. And we want one… Oy!

We walked in and a very short, dark-skinned woman came up, introducing herself as Leah. “I take it you are the Jacobs-Hardy wedding. Who is the Bride?”

I raised my hand and she smiled. “Ms. Hardy, congratuatlions, when is the big day?”

“April 27th.”

She turned to her book and wrote it down. “An excellent day, Tuesday. Alright. Who is the maid of honor?”

Jess spoke up, barely containing her laughter. “He’s getting fitted for a tux.”

Leah looked a bit flustered. “Oh, um, alright, so just the three bridesmaids then. And we have the mother of the groom?”

Catherine nodded, “Yes. Present and accounted for.”

Leah smiled, taking Catherine’s hand. “Mrs. Jacobs, you should be very proud. Your son has found a beautiful young lady. Now. Where is the mother of the bride.”

It hit me like a ton of bricks. I dropped my head, feeling Amy grab my hand. My mom wouldn’t be there for my wedding.

Amy spoke up, looking at me like she felt sorry for me. “Let’s find you a dress, huh? What do you want it to look like Fay?”

I looked up at her, trying to smile at my sister-in-law. I saw Jess and Sara speaking to Leah, who looked very sorry for saying anything. “Let’s get your dresses first. I’m not sure of what I want just yet.”

For the next hour, they all tried to pick out dresses they thought I would like, for the overly simple sheath that Sara chose, to the extremely Flamboyant leather mandarin-style dresses that Jess thought would look perfect. A few were nice, but I didnt want an extravagnaza for this. Glenn and I wanted a simple traditional wedding and I wanted the dresses to show it.

Amy and Catherine, ever my life-savers, came up with the perfect dress. I was admanatly telling Jess she could not wear a bright green mesh swimsuit and black leather skirt, when Catherine tapped me on the shoulder and waved me over to where Amy was standing.

“What do you think of this one.”

Amy was standing in from of a mirror, smiling with her arms out. “We could get simple shoes to match and it would be perfect. What do you think.”

The dress really was simple. It was a beautiful Navy blue, made of a light satiny material. The top was a corset-style, kinda like the one I wore for the fake wedding. The back laced up in stead of zipping, the lacing being a thin blue leather strap. The skirt was a sheath style, with a split up the leg, from the ankle to just above the knee on the right side. Amy had pulled on matching opera-length gloves, and pulled her hair up above her head.

“Well?”

I smiled. “Are there two more?”

Leah came up behind me, smiling again. “I have a few more. They may need alterations. Are they what you want?”

I nodded. “The boys are wearing black tuxedos with navy blue vests, except Glenn is wearing a white vest. I think they will match perfectly. Gloves and shoes too. In dark navy. Mom what do you think?”

I turned to her, seeing the bright look on her face. “I think, now that you have found your dresses for your bridesmaid’s, You need to find your dress.”

We looked around for a while, but everything was, in my opinion was just too fancy. I looked at a victorian sytle, but decided I didn’t want the high neck. I finally described kinda what I wanted to Leah and Catherine, while the girls got their dresses fitted.

“Off the shoulder, with long princess sleeves. I kinda want ball gown, and I’m not real sure about a train. Something simple.”

Leah thought for a minute, saying she would be right back. She brought a bag out from the back, putting it in a dressing room. She came back over to us, smiling. “I think you might like that dress. Try it on. If not, we can try something else.”

I went in to try on the dress. I opened the bag and smiled. It was plain white, made of a soft linen and cotton mix. I pulled it off the satin hanger, feeling how soft it was. The front laced, with white leather, much like the dresses I had chosen for the girls was, from the middle of the chest to the top. The sleeves laced too, as did the back. I called Jess in to help me lace the back, and she smiled as she saw it, stepping over the short train.

“This is your dress.”

She pulled on the leather, making sure it was tied right, urging me to come out. I lifted the skirt and walked out, Jess, stragitening the train as I went to stand in front of the mirror and brightened.

“This is my dress.”

It looked almost like something from a romance novel, flowing, light, but not overly revealing. It would need to be shortened suprisingly, and the sleeves would need to be brought up a bit, but it mostly fit perfectly.

Catherine came up with a veil tied to a piece of white leather. “I think this would work if we braided it in. Plain white flats and you’ll be a picture perfect bride. Is this the one.”

I nodded, thinking I was lucky that I had found what I wanted so fast. “I’ll take it.”

For the next few minutes Leah worked on fitting it, before I could get out. She told us all to come back in two weeks for a fitting, then we could get them a week after that. We left, packing the kids in the truck again and heading out to do all the other things we had to before all of the others had to head out. Glenn and I only had a few days to finish planning our wedding and we had a lot to do before we could send our wedding party to the next show after tommorrow. And we still had a show tonight.

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

I walked in the house, running into Mark as I did. He had one end of our couch, I looked to the other end of where Glenn was.

“Close the door. Gotta move the couch.”

I closed the door and moved out of the way, asking why he had to move the couch. “What did you buy this time? Did you go get your tux?”

He nodded as he and Mark dropped the couch to the ground. “Yes, we all got fitted. I have to move the couch to fit the big screen in there.” He smiled as I looked at him like he lost his mind.

“You bought a big screen TV? For what?”

“So I could have something to watch myself life-size on it! I wanted a big-screen!”

I thought a second and scowled. “I hope that’s not life size porn, Glenn Jacobs. Then I’d have to kick your ass! Are you two ready to go?”

Mark sat down on the stairs. “Where we going?”

I dropped my head, feeling a headache coming on.

“Yo! Undertaker! You work tonight. Remember?”

Hes eyes widened as he stood up. “That’s why they headed for the arena. Damn it. My Bags are at the hotel.” He almost panicked before I told him Sara had gotten his stuff and headed for the Arena with Jess and Amy. Glenn went up to grab his stuff, coming down with my bag of ring stuff.

“I’m not on tonight. Not even on camera.”

“Never know.”

Mark headed out before Glenn and I, stopping on the stairs down to the driveway. “I know you didn’t get here like that.”

Glenn looked over his shoulder and strode down to the truck, where all four of the tires were cut on the sides. “Who the fuck would cut my tires?”

He reached over to grab the door handle and stopped. He looked at the back of the Durango and walked over, inspecting the back and grabbing his cell phone from his pocket.

I called out to him asking what was wrong. He looked up, his face completely serious as he pointed at Mark and I.

“Faith. Get in the house.”

I shook my head and walked to the back of the SUV, looking down at the broken glass all around. He put his hand out to me as Mark came over and cussed at the freshly spray-painted writing on the back of the truck.

“Oh my God…”

Taped on the back of Glenn’s Durango was a polaroid of me coming out of the bridal shop with Jeremy, and the words I will remember for a long time.

‘He was mine first. I will kill you.’

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

Glenn would not let me go to the show until after he had called the cops, Vince and his Dad. The police came out and took a report, and testimony that Glenn believed it was his ex-wife. He called Vince to beef up security at the Arena, worried she would go after people there, namely Jeremy and the rest of the family. His Dad came over to help him reset the alarm in the house and call the insurance guys to get the car fixed. He pulled me aside as we finally got to leave, hopefully in time to see the opening matches.

“I want you to make sure you are never alone. Make sure there is always someone around you.”

“Why is she doing this? She left you.”

“No, I left her. Remember what I said to my grandmother? She cheated on me and I filed for divorce the same day I found out. She wont let another woman have me. That’s why she came over that day, to try and break us apart.” He put his hands on my shoulders. “It didn’t work and apparently it pissed her off. Do you know how to use that shotgun in the kitchen?”

I nodded, honestly getting scared at the fact anyone would stoop to this. “Matt taught me to use one when I turned twelve, I remember.”

“If someone comes in the house, do not hesitate to use it if you have to. Alright?”

I nodded as we heard Mark honking the horn on my car. He kissed me on the forehead, looking around as he ushered me out the door. He made sure he was on the side closer to the street, looking around to make sure no one was out there. He was going to make sure I stayed safe, no matter what.

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

The cops were loving us that night. And I hope I never have to see another one in my life.

We came home after dropping Mark, Sara and Marcus at their hotel, to find the front door bashed in, the lock completely demolished, like it was shot at. He told me to stay on the porch and call the cops as he walked in to see if anyone was in the house.

I called and had the police on the way, then called and had his Dad come over. I had just hung up when I heard him cry out in sorrow. I ran in, following the sound of his voice to our bedroom. I saw him kneeling by the side of the bed, next to where Teke lay, completely still.

“No.” I fell down to touch the head of the dog, not trying to stop my own tears.

He leaned up, tears flowing from his eyes as he looked at the poor dog. Teke, who looked like he had put up a fight and a half with someone, had a deep gash on the side of his head. The old deerhound was still alive I could tell, but barely. His grey coat was matted with dry blood in several places, his front leg obviously broken. He whimpered a bit, still trying to fight, but he was too far gone.

Glenn put his head down to the grey dog’s, whispering to him that he had done well. “It’s ok buddy, you did alright. Go ahead and rest. You desreved it.”

The old dog lay his head down in his master’s lap, like he was falling asleep. Glenn hugged him one last time, then got up wiping his eyes with his arm. He looked around, hearing the sirens as the police pulled up.

“Gator?!”

I looked around, hearing a muffled sound from the next room. It sounded like someone was in the room we were setting up as a nursery.

“Glenn…”

He grabbed a heavy metal baseball bat and headed to the nursery. I saw an officer walk up the stairs as Glenn kicked in the door. I heard the growling of a large dog as he backed up, dropping the bat. The short blonde woman walked out of the room, a pistol aimed at Glenn’s head. She turned her head to look at me and then turned the gun in my direction.

“Don’t move little girl. I don’t think he wants you to die so soon.”

Glenn stood still, watching me, mouthing not to move. I sensed the cop behind me, hearing David and two others coming up the stairs. I heard guns coming out of their holsters behind me as they stepped to the area in front of our room.

“Please. Don’t do this Myra…”

She turned back to Glenn as he said it, laughing and still holding the gun to me. “But why? You’re my husband. This bitch is in the way.”

“I divorced you over three years ago. I Love Faith. Leave her alone if you’re mad at me.”

I didn’t move an inch as she took better aim. “No. I think I shall just take care of the entire situation. Say goodbye to pretty girl.”

I closed my eyes, knowing I was a absolute sitting duck. I didn’t hear the shot ring out, just the loud growling of a very large coonhound. I heard Myra scream as Gator came out of the nursery, teeth bared. He was not the sweet almost-pup I knew, he was going to kill. He had her by the wrist, biting down so blood flowed. She screamed to get him off of her as the officers went around me to get her. I heard one call his dispatcher for an ambulance, as Glenn pulled Gator down. It took all his strength to pry the dog’s jaws from her wrist. He sat and held on to the black and tan’s neck as He told him how much he was proud of him.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, finally relaxing as I heard David’s voice. I turned to him and pressed my face into my father-in-law’s shirt. I cried, completely flipping out. He told me it would be alright, asking where Teke was. I pointed to the bedroom, crying that Teke was gone. David sat me down on the floor near the wall, going in to check on the deerhound.

I looked over to the stairs again, seeing the paramedics coming up. One came over and asked if I was alright. I nodded, pointing to Myra and then to the bedroom. “She killed Teke.”

One went to see to Myra, the other went in to see the dog. She came out a few mintues later, holding David around the shoulder as he mourned the loss of Teke. I put my arms around him in a hug, knowing he loved the dog as much as Glenn and I did. I heard him whisper a prayer for the deerhound, as he looked at me. “He did good service. Poor guy protected you two for all he could. He did what he was supposed to.”

He looked up with a look of pure hate in his eyes as two of the officers led Myra out, her arm bandaged and her wrists in cuffs. She gave me a cold smile, almost grotesque, as they took her down the stairs.

“I won’t be put away forever, little pretty girl. Don’t worry. We’ll meet again.”

The officers pulled her forward as Glenn and the other officer came up to us. I walked over to Glenn, hugging him around the ribcage, holding on to him tightly. He put his hands on my back, thanking God his Dad and I were all right.

The officer spoke, writing on his notepad. “Mr. And Mrs. Jacobs, I think I have everything. Will you be here tommorrow or is there a number we may reach you at?”

I stopped for a minute, hearing him call us Mr and Mrs. Jacobs, but recovered enough to rattle off my cell number. We had early monring appointments with wedding people but who knows if we’d make them, after what had happened tonight. He nodded, saying he would get back in the next few days, advising us he would press the attempted murder charge for Glenn and I, as well as assault with a deadly weapon and numerous other charges. “You will want to press animal cruelty charges I believe. I would do it as soon as possible.” Glenn nodded, asking if the officer would be working with the restraining order he had on her. He said he would, but that he would get the paperwork from the court computers.

He left, finally, leaving Glenn, David and I to stare at the door. Gator came up to me, licking my hand, and whining. I looked in the bedroom, seeing the muzzle of our dog and feeling the tears flow.

“He deserves to be buried. He tried to keep her out.” I looked at the corpse, thankful he had tried to take her on. Glenn had always said they wouldn’t turn on her, but both had, knowing who they had to protect the house and us against her.

Glenn nodded, swallowing. “Fay, go down and call Mark, see if he can come up here and help me out. Dad, there’s a rug cleaner in the garage. We need to get the blood cleaned up. I need to get the front door fixed and carry him down.” He lowered his head, barely touching his lips to my hair. “I hope to hell this nightmare is over.”

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

Mark came over, still a bit groggy since it was almost midnight and I had woken him up. Sara and Marcus came with him, as did Matt and Jeff. Mark had gone down and told them what happened and they had insisted on helping. Glenn asked if they could get some plywood from the garage and repair the door so he could bury his dog. They did, quietly, as Mark follwoed Glenn, who carried the limp form of Teke down the stairs.

“Fay, could you go get a blanket to wrap him in.”

I headed for the hall closet near our bedroom, scratching Gator on the ear as I went up. He followed Glenn and Mark down the stiars and out the door. The ground was thankfully unfrozen, so their task wouldn’t be hard physically, just emotionally. I grabbed a blanket I had brought from home, Teke had liked it, laying out on it where I had it on the bed before. I knew it would be fitting for him to have his favorite blanket.

I walked out the back door, seeing them finishing the shallow hole. It was a few feet from the back door, under what is a good shade tree in the summer. It wasn;t very deep, about two feet or so. I walked over to Glenn, who was putting Teke in his final resting place. I Heard someone come out of the house, turning to see Sara, Matt, Jeff and David. I handed Glenn the blanket, then went to stand near Mark, who was standing with a shovel in his hand. I heard Glenn whisper to his old friend, then cover him with the old blanket. We all watched a they both finished the job without a word. Glenn looked emotionless, his face completely blank as he worked. Sara went in, hearing Marcus wake up, but the rest of us watched the five minute ordeal in the cold winter air.

They finished, heading in. Glenn said nothing as he headed upstairs. Mark watched him walk up in silence. He shook his head and looked at me. “You be careful. She’ll be out in a few days I’d guess, her parents will bail her out. I’ll talk to Big Paul, Brock, Ron and John Layfield. We’re gonna have to have some type of security for your wedding. David?” He looked to Glenn’s dad who nodded. “Got any military buddies we can borrow?”

He nodded. “Think we’ll need them?”

“Might. I’d rather be safe than sorry.”

He had Sara pack Marcus up, as David got ready to leave. He didn’t really want to, but had to get home to Catherine, who was worried sick. Matt and Jeff went to Mark’s rental, helping Sara get Marcus in. They headed out the back door, the front one destroyed, as Mark pulled me aside as he walked out.

“Faith. I want you to promise me something.”

“What?”

“Tommorrow, go see about a gun.”

“No.”

“She wants you dead.”

“I refuse to live my life in fear. I wont hesitate to defend myself if I have to, but I will not have another gun in this house. I can’t travel with it, so here is the only place it would do me any good. I will stay safe. Don’t worry about it.”

“Just, don’t do anything that will get you hurt. He wouldn’t live through it if something happened. Pray that this time they put her away for good.”

He left, making sure the door was locked. I heard their car pull away as I headed upstairs. I walked into the bedroom to see Glenn lying in bed, eyes closed. He turned his head to look up at me as I stood in front of him. He put his hand down and asked me to lay next to him. I did, spooning against him. I heard him sigh a few times before he finally fell asleep, restlessly waking up now and then. When he woke up he held me tighter. I could smell the fear in the room as he moved behind me. I couldn’t sleep, I was too nervous.

I felt his hand move to my abdomen, still in a light sleep. I heard him cry out in fear and move against me as he did. I could tell he was having a bad dream, probably about tonight’s events. I turned and watched, afraid to wake him. He calmed for a while, I reached to him as the tears flowed in his sleep. He was finally still and in a deep sleep as the sun came up. I felt sleep claim me, as he whispered in his sleep what he said to Myra earlier.

“I Love Faith.”

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

Glenn wasn’t in bed when I woke up around noon. Gator was at the foot of the bed, sitting there as placid as could be. I reached out and scratched his ears and got up, peeling off the clothes I had worn to bed last night, throwing on a robe. I went in to get a shower, finding Matt installing a lock on the window.

“What the hell are you doing here? Where’s Glenn?”

My brother turned to look at me as he worked on the window. “Sleeping Beauty awakens. He’s down with Mark, Steve and Vince, putting on a new front door. Three hundred pounds of steel. He wanted you to go get new keys once ya got up.”

“The caterer’s coming by, the florist…”

He shook his head. “He said you’d do it tommorrow. He and Mark got most of the guys in your house right about now, trying to get new locks on the windows and heavy doors with reinforced locks. I’ll get out of here in a minute, soon as I’m done with this one. Jess and Amy raided your kitchen to make lunch. I’ll tell Glenn your awake.”

He walked out, Gator following him barking. I looked out the window, seeing Brock, John Cena and Mark Lomonica carrying what I assumed was a steel door. Big Paul had a frame, Shane Helms and Shane McMahon each holding the end of a heavy screen door. I watched them walk on to the back porch, hearing the sounds of them working downstairs. I shook my head, climbing in the shower. I was about to get out when I heard the door open and Mark’s voice.

“Hey. You alive in there?”

“Yeah.” I peeked my head out from behind the shower curtain. Mark smirked. “What do you need, Callaway?”

“Glenn wants you downstairs.”

I sighed. “Give me a minute. I’ll get dressed and be down.”

He pulled his face out from the room and I walked out, wrapping my robe around me. I’m glad I did, everyone and their mother was in my bedroom. Jeff and Matt were working on the windows, Kurt Angle and Brian “Spanky” Kendrick installing a lock in the door. Chris Benoit just finished checking the lock on the bay window as I walked in, holding my robe shut.

“Ya’ll wanna tell me why the hell youre in here?”

Kurt turned and looked at me as I scowled. “Glenn told us to come install locks up here.”

“Can you come back in ten minutes?”

Jeff took one look at me, and saw I was getting pissed. Matt nodded, grabbing Brian and Kurt. “Better vacate. T’ain’t safe in here. We’ll do the nursery and come back” Benoit started laughin as he left, watching Jeff pull Kurt out by the collar. They knew not to fuck around. Smart brothers…

I knocked on the nursery door a few minutes later, letting them know they could go finish. I had thrown on clean jeans and a sweatshirt, and was pulling my hair up as I met Glenn in the stairs.

“Finally.”

“Sorry I’ve had people in my face since I got up. What did you need?”

He took my hand and led me down the stairs, to the keypad for the alarm. He pushed a few buttons and told me to enter a number I would remember. I pushed in the last four of my social security number and hit the pound key, resetting my number. “Did you give your dad one yet?” He nodded, leading me into the kitchen. I heard voices in the room, and walked in to see Vince, Shane McMahon, Brock, Mark, Sara, Devon Hughes, Shane Helms, Big Paul, John Cena, Brock and Steve all siting around. I took a whiff of the air, and smelled the sharp bite of habaneros.

I looked at Glenn who smiled. “They were hungry. Jess and Amy followed the recipe you had out and tripled it.”

“They are helping us out and youre torturing them?”

He smiled as Chris, Matt, Jeff, Brian and Kurt came in, lured by the smell of food.

“Let’s see this.” I smiled as Jess stood in the corner and dished it out, Amy asking what everyone wanted to drink. I watched as It all happened so well. I was proud of my sisters-in-law as you could almost see the steam from Vince’s ears. Steve said it wasn’t bad, and then took a sip of beer. You know the rest. Another Water party. The others got smart, I think we went through ten gallons of milk. And they didn’t leave anything over. Hehe.

They all left after lunch, Glenn satisfied that everything was done. Vince said we could both have the night off if he could have the recipe for that chili. I agreed and so we got to stay home, trying to relax after everything that happened. We didn’t want to do anything that night, knowing tommorrow we would have to get everything done for the wedding or postpone it. We werent willing to do that so tommorrow was the last possible day we could do anything without his parents doing the majority of the work.

We did end up going to get new keys and delivering a set to his Dad and Mom, giving them their number for the alarm. They invited us to stay for dinner and Glenn said he just wanted to go home and sleep. I drove us home, he looked out the window as we drove, silent. I knew he wasn’t mad at me, just worried.

Glenn went to bed almost as soon as we got in the door that night, very early for him. I went up to bed about ten minutes after he did, troubled. I walked in to see him sitting on the side of the bed, naked, staring off into space. I sat behind him and laid my head on his shoulder, rubbing my hands over his heart.

“Do you want to leave, Faith?”

I shook my head. “Why would I leave?”

“You might get hurt.”

“I know.”

“I’m getting security for the wedding. Mark’s arranging it. Some of the guys from the roster. Gotta get them tuxes.”

“He told me yesterday. And I figured we’d have to outfit them.”

“I’m so sorry.”

I turned him around, laying his head on my chest. “You are not the one who wants me dead. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I don’t want you hurt. I don’t want our baby hurt.”

“I can handle myself. They don’t usually let people out on attempted murder charges. I wont live in fear, Glenn. And I will not have our baby live that way. I don’t mind the door and window locks. I won’t have us living in complete panic she will come back. That’s letting her win. I can’t and won’t let her win.”

He smiled somewhat, “Then I wont let her win either.”

He pulled me down, holding me to him as he stripped me of my clothes. He held me that night, afraid to do anything, for the first time actually asking me if I wanted to make love to him. I did. We cried out together after the fourth or fifth time he had sent me over the edge. He wasn’t the same at that point, not playing his usual games. He did nothing rough, always being completely gentle. His heart was hurt after losing Teke and he knew this would be the last time before we became husband and wife, he didn’t have the will to be brutal about it, and wanted us to feel each other completely. He did what he had said, sending me to new heights and showing me how much he loved me. That night, I fell in love with him more than ever before.

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This wedding is going to kill me!

You’d think this was the event of the century. To us it is, but the caterer and florist, good God they drove us nuts! Thank God the DJ was decent.

Glenn and I couldn’t decide on what to feed everyone at the reception, and just said ‘Screw it, Buffet!’ They asked how many were coming to the reception, since the actual wedding would be very small and intimate. We knew about 200, which included all the roster and a date each. With the members of his family and mine we were invitied as well as a few close friends, it would be 250 at least.

I looked at the lady who was working with us, then Glenn, thinking 250 wouldn’t be enough. “We’re feeding the damned WWE here. You, on one sitting nearly killed a Ryan’s. Think of Big Paul, Brock, John Cena and Layfeild, Mark…”

He shook his head, laughing. “Better make that three hundred.”

So at thirty bucks a person, plus five hundred for liqour, beer and champagne, and a four hundred dollar cake, the food wasn’t going to be cheap. Already 10AM and we had spent over nine grand on food.

Next, the florist.

The lady was neurotic, insisting it be all orchids, sweet peas and daffodils. We finally told her we knew what we wanted and how we wanted them, showing her a sketch Jeff had done of what we had told him. It was simple, mostly lillies and roses. She said she didn’t care for the color scheme and Glenn told her that we could get someone else. “Some one who knows the person paying for it is always right and would care for the money their making.” She shut up and said she would order white roses with sprayed navy tips and Calla lilies, both trimmed with ivory and silver ribbon. Pissed her off, but I was glad Glenn knew what he wanted for our wedding too. Chalk up $1500 for flowers, not including my bouquet. Dad was getting that and I would have to get it ordered later.

The DJ, he was more easy going. And a hell of a lot easier to work with. He brought samples of songs, helping us decide what song we wanted to have as our first dance and everything. We got all the Mother-son, father-daughter dances picked easily and everything else was a snap. We just couldn’t decide on our song. The DJ, His name was Mario and he was a friend of Glenn’s, went through his CD’s stopping at one and popping it in.

“Why don’t you try this? It’s not overly popular and I think you’d like it.”

It started out slow, and after I listend a bit, I remebered the song, moving back and forth as it played.

Alabama – There’s no way

As I lay by your side and hold you tonight
I want you to understand this love that that I feel
Is so right and so real I realize how lucky I am
And to you ever wonder if my love is true
There is something that I want to make clear with you

There's no way I could make it without you
There's no way that I'd even try
If I had to survive without you in my life
I know I wouldn't last a day, oh Baby, there's no way

It means so much to me whenever I see
that 'wanting me' look in your eyes
I don't know how I could do without holding you close every night
I've waited so long just to have you to hold
Now that I've got you, I'll never let go

There's no way I could make it without you
There's no way that I 'd even try
If I had to survive without you in my life
I know I wouldn't last a day, oh Baby, there's no way

I never knew what to do, what I was missin'
Now you say forever, I find my heart is listenin', yes, I'm listenin'

There's no way I could make it without you
There's no way that I 'd even try
If I had to survive without you in my life
I know I wouldn't last a day, oh Baby, there's no way

I felt Glenn’s hand on mine as the song stopped. He was smiling, holdin on to my hand. “That the song you want.”

“Do you?”

He nodded, turning to Mario. “That one.”

He smiled and wrote it down, only looking up to look at Glenn, his eyes questioning. “You got the minister yet?”

I shook my head, we hadn’t talked about it at least. Glenn turned to me. “Can’t get married without someone to do it.” He looked to Mario. “Who ya have in mind?”

“My dad can do it. If you don’t mind being married by a Hispanic Nazarene pastor. He owes ya a favor after you put Cary and I up after our house burnt. Let me call him.” I handed him my cell and watched him dial, speaking in quick spanish and then in smiling. “Hey dad!… Yeah over at Glenn’s. Old man’s getting married. Looking for a preacher. Can ya help him out?” He stopped, frowning for a bit. “In April, the 27th…. Yeah I know it’s a Tuesday.” He grinned brightly. “Write it down. I’ll fill you in on all the details as soon as everythings done…. Yeah. Alright. Thanks Dad, and the happy couple thank ye!” He hung up and handed me the phone. “Down, one preacher. He said he would be honored, so long as he gets to eat his fill at the wedding dinner.”

Everything major was now set, Food, Flowers, Music and the most important thing, the minister. All the minor Stuff, Catherine and David would take care of. After Mario left it was after 4PM and we had a 6AM flight. I didn’t feel at all like cooking after all that, so he did. We wouldn’t be back in town for two weeks, and only for a day for all of us to get our second fitting. Tommorrow we would head to New York, the girls and I planning on a shopping trip. In about two weeks, Glenn would have his Bachelor Party.

I still had to find out what they had planned.
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