I can’t believe it; I’m turning another year older and I’m on top of the world. It’s not a curse, only a blessing. I’m getting older but that means that at least twenty-seven of my years you’ve been in the presences of greatness or I’ve owned idiots all over the world get this, for the past seven years. Take you’re pick, it doesn’t matter which one you accredit me with. Anyway, it’s a common known fact that everybody talks out of there ass anyway, I expect fifty percent of my opponents to do that because he know nothing about me. I’m on top of the world, do you get me? Sooner or later the Premier populace will met up with me and there will be a slaughter. So enough about them they don’t matter this is about me.

“So what do you want to do for you’re birthday?” Laura asked, sitting up, looking across the room.

“What about my Birthday? Please, it’s just a day; don’t do nothing special…ok?” He protested, looking back at her from across the room.

“I don’t think you-know-who would like that, she’s been trying to bake a cake and has been pestering me for a week. Besides, my gift won’t happen until later that night. At least humor the kids will ya, they’ve actually grown attached. It’s my fault.”

Rolling his eyes he nodded, stretching his arms out.

“Fine...” He agreed with it, a smile on his face.

She laughed at him because she knew he was being sarcastic, as always. “Anyway, are you gonna lay in bed all day, it’s my birthday.” He asked, looking at her from across the room once more as he was going through the closet looking for a belt to match his pants and shoes. Yeah, he was a good dresser and she knew that. It wasn’t like he ever hid the fact that he always liked to be on point from her. Clothes horse or not, he was the best at it.

“Maybe…maybe not…” She answered, smiling at him in such a way it was sort of cute.

“Are you sure? I have ways of making you move.” Looking up as he climbed onto the bed Laura was smiling, he started by kissing from her almost naked chest to her neck and she was trying to push him off. “Stop it!” but she was laughing to hard to actually be taken seriously. Quickly, Laura was able to actually get free and then she switched spots topping him as he looked up at her.

“You know, you need to stop. It might be you’re birthday but I’m still in control one-hundred percent.” She offered, and he sighed shaking his head.

“Yeah, but today’s my birthday and I’ve got news for you…. I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“What is it?” She looked puzzled, funny enough she wasn’t poking around anymore.

“I’m not telling. You’ll get it by the end of the day, trust me.” He smiled, climbing off the bed and adjusting his shirt as he pulled his trucker hat down and walking out of the room. She just laid there looking puzzled at first because it could’ve been anything; she smiled laying out in nothing then a bathrobe wondering what he would’ve “given” her.

For a moment I left her hanging, it was rude of me but it had to be done. It wasn’t like she caught on to what I’m planning, according to what I found out from my little-buddy she’s been planning a party for me, for months. That’s not as bad as it sounds, right? Well I’ve never been one for loud music, drunken obnoxious girls, and hamming it up. So I decided against letting anything like that happen, even if I’m not in-control of the guest list or anything I’m going to be on my best behavior and ignore anything that does come my way for the sake of keeping what’s left of my pride. I’m not good when it comes riding things like this out, but you know it’s all in good fun I suppose. If anything, I’ve got to be more sporadic about the situation, just let Laura do what she wants to do because if I upset the balance of power in the house—that won’t go well with the children.

Speaking of the kids, they’ve been doing rather well knowing I already let them in on the secret I think her children are going to enjoy having me “around.” Too bad I chose this time to stick around I guess, I know it’s sort of a punch to the gut to know that another man could become there step-father and all. The “M” Word seems to be looming closer each passing hour feels like I could break it down and she could reject it: if she does, I don’t know what I’d do. To be honest, it’s going to be a lot more interesting that’s for sure. I made my bed so I’ll have to lay in it if she rejects me. I’m sure she’s just as nervous because she has no idea what’s around the corner.

If that wasn’t enough to think about; I thought about life around the bend with her: The future, and what we could be encountering. I sure don’t want to be a professional wrestler forever, aging in the ring and being forced to give something up I enjoy doing. But I’m the king of professional wrestling; no matter how many places I tour, I approach, I achieve—procreating and personifying greatness. So it doesn’t matter, I’ll do this until she asks me to reconsider my profession, that’s when I’ll deal with those supposed crossroads everybody’s been gabbing on about.

Hours later Ryan found himself alive and well, sitting back with Laura’s five year old daughter playing with her, she seemed to harbor a lot of attention as of late.

“Happy birthday…” She said, looking up at him.

“Aw, you remembered.” He mentioned, looking over at her.

“Yeah, I remember you’re this many…” She held up her fingers flashing twenty-seven, easily. She was cheesing from ear to ear, she remembered her second favorite person in the world’s birthday.

“So what do you want for your birthday?” She asked, as he picked her up and was happy and having a lot of fun just sitting there doing nothing.

“What do I want? Umm, just you and you’re mommy really. Maybe we can do something fun?” He asked, knowing he couldn’t really put a lot of thoughts into her head or bounce ideas off of her because she was only five.

She smiled and he continued speaking. “I’ve got a surprise for you…wait here.” She giggled, as he got up and went around the corner towards the kitchen, for some reason he was in the gift giving mood so he decided to actually do something nice for a change. He rolled one of thee biggest battery powered toy-cars he could buy into the living room her eyes lit up with joy, she was enjoying this to the fullest; why wouldn’t she, she just got a gift on someone else’s birthday although the logic in sharing the gift was sort of flawed she decided to speak up for herself—he thought it was utterly funny.

“I’m not supposed to get a gift on someone else’s birthday, momma said.” She looked at the Car once more, inspecting it, and it was up to standard for her five-year-old taste.

“I know, but momma doesn’t mind. See, I’m giving you a gift on my birthday because I want to…not because I have to, you’ve been good and I know it’s something you’ve wanted for month’s. And I here you’re doing good in school, so I might as well give you something to celebrate that, right?” He smirked, and she basically dove into his knee hugging him closely looking up.

“Thank you!” She exclaimed, smiling from ear to ear again. For a five year old he found her to be like this little best friend of his, something about Laura’s child just drew him in and he’d do basically anything for her—without reprimand or care.

“You’re welcome. We’ve got to take it outside, your mom, I know doesn’t want you riding this thing in the house.” He exclaimed, looking at the toy car.

She clung to his leg as he picked the car up, which surprisingly didn’t weight too much. They decided to go out on the front lawn, as rich and as how many Acers Laura had purchased with Wes. This place seemed a lot homier to him, although it wasn’t his pad in California he seemed to thing that being somewhere with Laura was better then being in the United Kingdom, by himself, at the moment.

It didn’t take him long to set Laura’s baby girl on her way. She was riding the battery operated toy up and down the lawn, with a pair of pink sunglasses that he’d seen on more then one occasion she was a brat and he knew it. His thoughts came back to his idea about giving just a little bit more into the relationship; a family life was on the loom and he didn’t want to part with it, at least not if he could become the figure that Laura needed supporting her and being that crying shoulder whenever she needed it.

Well this has been an interesting day so far; it’s totally not doing anything for my ego, I’m sure. I’m ecstatic, still and it’s showing me that not everything has to be about business, of course, I already knew that. It’s assumable to say, I’ve done it all and I’m going to continue doing it all but the more and more I even try to assimilate the thoughts it’s the greatest feeling in the world knowing I’m doing a lot of good and making a difference in someone else’s life. I mean what’s attention on yourself when you could pay attention to others and do for others as if they would do for you, if they had the means? For years I’ve had this goal for proving everybody wrong, at least in the sense that I’m better and will continue to be better then anyone who steps up to the plate, the challenge that’s been thrown down in the form of a gauntlet since two-thousand two. I mean I butted-heads with one of the hardest heads known to man, and turns out as hard as the head really was the heart was even softer.

Now I’m not making excuses for myself but I feel right about now, before I have to go back to the ‘cat and mouse game’ I rather spend my time just coasting along. I know the whole sleuth of Premier talent is waiting for me once I touch down in the UK anyway, it’s nothing special, and they’ve probably already scooped me out as a victory, a win, something to further there career. But mistakenly there wrong, still this isn’t about them, this is about me, Laura and those beautiful, wonderful kids of hers and damn she’ a hell of a mother. I can tell you though, I wouldn’t mind being the father—well, and if Laura permits me so that’s what I’ve been contemplating all day ‘if’ and needlessly to say it’s been fun just playing future-sight. I don’t think it’s going to take too much, winning over Laura. It’s just going to take me being be, being the person she’s starting to believe in.

Yeah, at first I thought she believed in the “hype” but hype is nothing without actions, and actions further more speak louder the words. So who’s to say she wasn’t the one believing in me from the start? Whose too say I wasn’t the one who believed in the hype that she came with, the territory she was in-command of? We’ve all got our secrets, and I intend on letting people keep guessing its fun that way. It makes things interesting, and more fact past then anything else, doesn’t it? Of course it does, it always does. If she doesn’t say “yes” I’m sure I won’t leave her in the dust, for a fourth time as so many have done to her in the past—she’s more like the struggling rock, who keeps me grounded whilst having her own problems and hardships to deal with, and even if there sinking fast I know she’s one who can recover quickly, better then most.

Everything seemed to be fine in the Lyne household, before Ryan and Laura had departed from the children they all decided to sing happy birthday and eat cake and ice-cream; you couldn’t bring children along for a ride to where Laura had planned a large party for the “adults” so she had a Hannah watching the children, although she would rather much shoot herself due to the occasion at hand. Yeah, still she didn’t like Ryan too much. After it was all said and done Laura had to bribe Hannah with at least some booze, and promised if she was gone by the time she got back she wasn’t going to hold it against her. Some friends they where, Ryan felt unsafe and all too unsure about Hannah, but Rickman did do the job in the ring and he respected that, at least.

Laura booked a flight out of Ireland to spend Ryan’s birthday days away in France. By the time they got there, his birthday would’ve been over but the celebration was jet-set anyway. She setup ties to someone she knew in France to allow her access to a club. There was a DJ, a lot of girls, some guys and a ton of Ryan’s closest friends. It was almost a star-studded party if you discount that they didn’t have any celebs on hand, but they sure were partying like some. It definitely was a change of pace, especially since Ryan stopped clubbing and going to outings years ago. He didn’t have any doubts about Laura’s surprise because she definitely went to great lengths to make sure his birthday meant something that’s for sure.

“Can I get a rum and coke?” asked Laura from far beyond the bar. The Bartender nodded, and Ryan slowly crept up behind her.

“Happy Birthday baby…” She announced everybody behind her screaming as the club got louder.

“You know, you shouldn’t have.” He gave her, her well deserved props. A smile on his face and she kissed him on the lips.

“I shouldn’t have, yeah, but it sort of comes with being in a committed relationship with someone.” That thought echoed throughout his mind, even with her just standing there smiling. But you know she was right, she could do something nice for him for a change although he was usually the one trying to do everything else for her.

It wasn’t something he was contextually thinking, but it definitely did wonders once he thought about it.

“If there was something I wanted to do right about now, and I really didn’t know how to go about it, should I still do it, even if I have no idea what ramifications it might bring about?” Saying this with a stiff upper lip, he sort of confessed he had something in mind. Laura’s look of laziness turned to pure intrigue.

“Does it involved forty-shots more, a bed and you?” She offered, sexually she was suggesting they go upstairs and she was possibly doing something totally different in the back of her head. The Bartender already delivered her drink and she wrapped her lips around the straw in such away, the alcohol probably needed saving from her.

“Possibly, maybe…just meet me on the stage, alright?” He gave her a look and decided to go muscle up some form of courage because he didn’t know how she would have taken something as major is that.

Moments passed and the duo met on stage as planned, the DJ stopped the music, hushed the club and brought everybody to attention right there and in Paris France something about to go down. Ryan brought a microphone to his lips explaining the interruption, and Laura was sort of in he own little world, unbeknownst to Ryan.

“I just wanted to thank everybody for coming out; it’s been a blast and one hell of a celebration. I didn’t think so many people would’ve remembered my birthday.” He exclaimed, and he continued on. “It’s been a long couple of weeks and I’m sure it’s a great way to shake of the stress, well if you’re in this club tonight…” The entire club cheered and in some form of drunken slur they all tried to sing “Happy Birthday” but failed miserably. “Thank you, anyway—there’s something that’s been on my chest Laura for weeks now and I guess I need to get this over with.” He grabbed her hand, and looked directly at her for confidence. It wasn’t working out, because she was put on the spot and looked nervous as all get out.

Dropping to his knees instead of one, fear had set in; it wasn’t what she expected at all. Pulling the ring out from his pocket there was a sense of urgency now and it was: boxed, and ready for a suitable finger. “Laura, baby, the love of my life…would you marry me?” Laura’s face was flushed red at first she was sort of angry, and sort of flattered at the same time it didn’t make much sense. Why her, why now, and was this a joke? Possibly, maybe, but no it wasn’t it was him being one-hundred-percent real. She took the time to think about it and decided to answer: “Ryan, baby, I will…but I can’t do it now, there are so many other things I have left to do, that you have left to do that it wouldn’t be fitting from now. So I’m gonna have to reject for now.” Crash and burn, his feelings weren’t hurt because he was a bit tipsy anyway.

Taking his hand bowing out off of the stage, and catering to her some more they decided to go up stairs where there where a lot of other suitable things they could’ve been doing with there time.

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