Post by The Anarchist on Sept 2, 2019 0:35:37 GMT -5
"Are you ready, babe?"
"We're really going to do it?"
"Of course! The kids are gone. Melanie is sound asleep. It's just you and me."
"Ok. But we have to be quiet."
"Heh, anything you say, babe. Anything you say."
Destiny dims the kitchen lights. Jason moves the chairs away from the table and sets them in a row facing the wall. They haven't touched each other yet and already it feels hot in the room. Their eyes lock. Destiny bites on her lower lip. Jason walks over to her, having little in the way of a height advantage.
In her right hand is a phone. There's a song queued.
Jason rolls his tongue in his mouth. It's possible Destiny wants hers in there, but there's no move to initiate it. At least...not yet. Their smiles, on the other hand, can't be stopped.
"You forgot to turn the oven off, dear."
"Oh, did I?" Destiny bats her eyes. "Well let me just go do that right now."
After she winks, he gently puts a hand on her shoulder.
"Allow me."
He walks over with all the panache of a runway model.
"Make sure you bring the cake back with you. I have some friends that have been asking about it."
Jason goes to the oven. Five minutes hasn't even passed since the red velvet cake was removed.
The oven, it appears, had already been turned off.
"I forgot to do what?" Destiny teases.
"Yeah, yeah. I was wrong."
"You'll have to tell me what that's like some time."
Jason looks for something soft to toss at her. Destiny turns to the side in anticipation, making sure to keep her playful laughter as quiet as she can. He gathers the cake and promptly gets a tongue stuck out in route to the table.
He returns the gesture.
Destiny retrieves a box of candles. "Say hello to my little friends!"
When she's done impaling the sweet dessert forty-one times, she lights them up.
"Hey! My birthday has already passed."
"So has mine. Let's consider this an UNBIRTHDAY celebration!"
"The nice thing about candles is they get thrown away. You on the other hand, will need hair dye to hide your age!"
The teasing continues.
"Just remember, my love. You'll always be OLDER than me!"
"Giving birth five times will help you catch up."
"You helped make those five and not only that, we had all girls!"
She pinches his cheeks. "That means dealing with dating, proms, periods, birth..."
"Be sure to let me know how menopause works out."
"Sure thing, Mr. prostate exam!"
There is a cease fire. They go back to locking eyes. Not even the flickering bright glow is getting them to look away. Destiny hits play on the song.
The two silly love birds carefully sit on the wooden kitchen table with the cake between them. The final scene of Sixteen Candles wasn't being played out because The Anarchist is facing Gerard Angelo...
It's happening because they like doing stupid, harmless stuff like this.
The candles are reduced to two. "Melanie turns two months tomorrow!" Two whole months have already passed by. Both Jason and Destiny were in awe of this, because it felt like yesterday they were bringing her home from the hospital.
"Thank you for saving me from myself."
"Of course, babe. Nobody knows you better than me."
"It wasn't the same without you. I love my mom, but boy did I ever miss you."
"Don't you mean mommy?" Destiny smiles while poking around at his stomach and making him squirm.
"Hey, wait! Isn't this when I'm supposed to say thank you for getting my undies back? Or..?"
"You mean you actually wear them?"
"Heh, why don't you come find out?" She suggestively teases.
"Speaking of things being worn, I think you should wear your heels to this Trauma. You never know when I may crack the movie star in the head with one."
"Nah. I think he'll be more prepared this time. I mean, we wouldn't want to take his eye out or anything."
"That's true. Besides, I like Gerard. He's a natural in the ring and a guy that any company should be thankful to have."
Destiny nods while enjoying some cake.
"By the way, I'm not going to renew my contract after it expires next year."
That gets his wife's attention. She's not upset by hearing the news. If anything, she's relieved to hear it. The subject is one that has always been of importance to them. Time is undefeated, after all. Nobody can go on wrestling forever. With two decades of experience, every accomplishment there is, world travels, and most importantly, a family to think about, Jason Willard had a firm date to step away for good.
He loves the business, but facts are facts. He just turned forty-one. PCW had more than capable youth to carry it as they forge their own legacies. He hasn't lost much of a step and does have his health still. Money was of no issue; both he and Destiny were not ones to spend carelessly.
Aside from all of that...
"After my match, Richard is going to be fed to Grimm. That should be highly entertaining."
Destiny chuckles to herself.
"I got worried when you disappeared into the crowd. I thought I would have to cause the disqualification myself! "Did a disgruntled fan do something to him?"
Jason fakes being shocked.
"Are you saying that I didn't put Richard down with my own natural ability??"
"Of course not, silly. Breaking him down is as easy as breaking down cardboard boxes."
"Well, yeah. Of course. But I think I know who was responsible for it?"
"Who?"
"God."
A moment of silence. It breaks as they share a laugh at the idea of a fictional deity being responsible for anything.
"I love you, babe."
"I love you, hun."
Destiny smiles and then blows out the twin candles. She moves the cake aside and leans in for a kiss.
"Oh, gee, you see...my back has been bothering me and you know, Richard and the crowd...and Gerard...and Melanie...and hey! How bout this delicious cake you made??"
"Shut up and kiss me or I'll pull you over myself!"
"Ooh, baby. I just love it when you threaten to rough me up!"
Jokes aside, their lips find each other. Destiny still pulls him closer to her. After the display of affection finishes, they get off of the table to give it a breather.
"She's not even here, but I can feel Kristen calling us lame."
Jason continues. "Or to get a room. She just wishes she was as cool as us!"
Destiny smirks. "She said she wanted to tell us something, but then took the girls out for the evening. It was nice of her to give us some alone time. Or as alone and as much time as possible while..."
Fun and games were about to be over, though. Miss Melanie was announcing that she's awake.
One of the joys of having an infant in the house again.
"We're really going to do it?"
"Of course! The kids are gone. Melanie is sound asleep. It's just you and me."
"Ok. But we have to be quiet."
"Heh, anything you say, babe. Anything you say."
Destiny dims the kitchen lights. Jason moves the chairs away from the table and sets them in a row facing the wall. They haven't touched each other yet and already it feels hot in the room. Their eyes lock. Destiny bites on her lower lip. Jason walks over to her, having little in the way of a height advantage.
In her right hand is a phone. There's a song queued.
Jason rolls his tongue in his mouth. It's possible Destiny wants hers in there, but there's no move to initiate it. At least...not yet. Their smiles, on the other hand, can't be stopped.
"You forgot to turn the oven off, dear."
"Oh, did I?" Destiny bats her eyes. "Well let me just go do that right now."
After she winks, he gently puts a hand on her shoulder.
"Allow me."
He walks over with all the panache of a runway model.
"Make sure you bring the cake back with you. I have some friends that have been asking about it."
Jason goes to the oven. Five minutes hasn't even passed since the red velvet cake was removed.
The oven, it appears, had already been turned off.
"I forgot to do what?" Destiny teases.
"Yeah, yeah. I was wrong."
"You'll have to tell me what that's like some time."
Jason looks for something soft to toss at her. Destiny turns to the side in anticipation, making sure to keep her playful laughter as quiet as she can. He gathers the cake and promptly gets a tongue stuck out in route to the table.
He returns the gesture.
Destiny retrieves a box of candles. "Say hello to my little friends!"
When she's done impaling the sweet dessert forty-one times, she lights them up.
"Hey! My birthday has already passed."
"So has mine. Let's consider this an UNBIRTHDAY celebration!"
"The nice thing about candles is they get thrown away. You on the other hand, will need hair dye to hide your age!"
The teasing continues.
"Just remember, my love. You'll always be OLDER than me!"
"Giving birth five times will help you catch up."
"You helped make those five and not only that, we had all girls!"
She pinches his cheeks. "That means dealing with dating, proms, periods, birth..."
"Be sure to let me know how menopause works out."
"Sure thing, Mr. prostate exam!"
There is a cease fire. They go back to locking eyes. Not even the flickering bright glow is getting them to look away. Destiny hits play on the song.
The two silly love birds carefully sit on the wooden kitchen table with the cake between them. The final scene of Sixteen Candles wasn't being played out because The Anarchist is facing Gerard Angelo...
It's happening because they like doing stupid, harmless stuff like this.
The candles are reduced to two. "Melanie turns two months tomorrow!" Two whole months have already passed by. Both Jason and Destiny were in awe of this, because it felt like yesterday they were bringing her home from the hospital.
"Thank you for saving me from myself."
"Of course, babe. Nobody knows you better than me."
"It wasn't the same without you. I love my mom, but boy did I ever miss you."
"Don't you mean mommy?" Destiny smiles while poking around at his stomach and making him squirm.
"Hey, wait! Isn't this when I'm supposed to say thank you for getting my undies back? Or..?"
"You mean you actually wear them?"
"Heh, why don't you come find out?" She suggestively teases.
"Speaking of things being worn, I think you should wear your heels to this Trauma. You never know when I may crack the movie star in the head with one."
"Nah. I think he'll be more prepared this time. I mean, we wouldn't want to take his eye out or anything."
"That's true. Besides, I like Gerard. He's a natural in the ring and a guy that any company should be thankful to have."
Destiny nods while enjoying some cake.
"By the way, I'm not going to renew my contract after it expires next year."
That gets his wife's attention. She's not upset by hearing the news. If anything, she's relieved to hear it. The subject is one that has always been of importance to them. Time is undefeated, after all. Nobody can go on wrestling forever. With two decades of experience, every accomplishment there is, world travels, and most importantly, a family to think about, Jason Willard had a firm date to step away for good.
He loves the business, but facts are facts. He just turned forty-one. PCW had more than capable youth to carry it as they forge their own legacies. He hasn't lost much of a step and does have his health still. Money was of no issue; both he and Destiny were not ones to spend carelessly.
Aside from all of that...
"After my match, Richard is going to be fed to Grimm. That should be highly entertaining."
Destiny chuckles to herself.
"I got worried when you disappeared into the crowd. I thought I would have to cause the disqualification myself! "Did a disgruntled fan do something to him?"
Jason fakes being shocked.
"Are you saying that I didn't put Richard down with my own natural ability??"
"Of course not, silly. Breaking him down is as easy as breaking down cardboard boxes."
"Well, yeah. Of course. But I think I know who was responsible for it?"
"Who?"
"God."
A moment of silence. It breaks as they share a laugh at the idea of a fictional deity being responsible for anything.
"I love you, babe."
"I love you, hun."
Destiny smiles and then blows out the twin candles. She moves the cake aside and leans in for a kiss.
"Oh, gee, you see...my back has been bothering me and you know, Richard and the crowd...and Gerard...and Melanie...and hey! How bout this delicious cake you made??"
"Shut up and kiss me or I'll pull you over myself!"
"Ooh, baby. I just love it when you threaten to rough me up!"
Jokes aside, their lips find each other. Destiny still pulls him closer to her. After the display of affection finishes, they get off of the table to give it a breather.
"She's not even here, but I can feel Kristen calling us lame."
Jason continues. "Or to get a room. She just wishes she was as cool as us!"
Destiny smirks. "She said she wanted to tell us something, but then took the girls out for the evening. It was nice of her to give us some alone time. Or as alone and as much time as possible while..."
Fun and games were about to be over, though. Miss Melanie was announcing that she's awake.
One of the joys of having an infant in the house again.