Scripted- The Life and Lies of a WWE Diva
Chapter 67 : Scripted- Chapter 40: America's Finest City...Welcome Home
Ellen is now engaged to John, and is loving California. But her parents aren't pleased about how she got pregnant, and Ellen feels like something, or someone is missing...
"Mom, please, I'm sorry. I know I made a big mistake, a HUGE mistake, everybody does, okay? I've always wanted to be a mom, and now that I am, can't you just be happy for me? I moved over here just be near you."
My mom sighed. "Sorry honey, I was a little hard on you. After all, it's just a mistake. And my baby is getting married! Oh congratulations sweetie!"
We hugged. I love my mom.
*Inside Ellen and John's new home*
"Oh my God, I love it!" I said, admiring the house.
John smiled. "Yeah, it's awesome."
It has a pool, six huge bedrooms and is right next to the sea...I'm in love with it almost as much as I with John...almost.
"Baby, I know it's a little late, but can I have my surprise now?"
John smirked at me. "Anytime shortie."
All our furniture was in now, and we decided to make out on the bed. We could see into the beach, and it was just amazing. The view AND the sex.
I lay down, my head on John's chest. "Wow, that was awesome."
"Tell me about it," he said, smiling down at me.
I love these little moments. I remember way back, like a year or two ago, when John and I had sex for the first time. Boy, that was hot.
Suddenly, there was bang on the door.
"Who could that be?"
The banging grew louder.
"Hey I know you're in there!"
Speaking of that night, when we fucked each other in the hotel room, does anyone remember someone....someone trying to get in? Cuz I can't forget it.
"Oh my God baby, it's him."
"Who?"
"What if it's...Randy?"
John got up, and walked towards the door. The banging was giving me a headache...I stayed in bed, the blanket covering my chest.
"Umm...Baby. You might wanna..."
The door smashed. "Hey, what do you think you're doing here?" asked John, shocked and pretty damn pissed off about the broken door. But that didn't matter.
"Who is it? John I'm scared!"
Randy stormed into the bedroom. "I couldn't live without you. That last kiss we shared...I wanted more. I flew all the way over here. Please Ellen, listen to me."
The Future's Bright, But It Ain't Orange.
That's for sure.
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