She walked outside and as the cool, crisp air hit her face, she shivered. She closed her eyes, breathing in, ready to face her life out of rehab. It had been 6 long months, but she had managed to heal from her parents death, the loneliness and her addiction.
She had learned so much while she was recovering. She had learned many countless tools that she would carry with her for the rest of her. She knew she could face the world and she was ready for it. She wasn't sure where she was going to go, but she knew it couldn't have been much worse than what she had already been through.
She walked to the edge of the curb, waiting for her ride to show up. Her nerves were getting the best of her, as she hadn't seen Ken in nearly 3 months. He had managed to visit her for a while, but after his injury, he had to take countless time off to heal his own wound.
She wasn't sure how they would react to one another. He was still her best friend through it all and that was at least comforting. She began playing with fingers, a habit she realized she had when she was nervous or stressed.
The large, black Escalade came into view as she drew another deep breath in, knowing in a matter of minutes, she would be face to face with Ken. She waited for what seemed like an eternity before he finally parked the car and exited the vehicle.
She saw him round the back of the car as he stopped before crossing the street. The pair look at one another, nothing else evident in the world at that moment as they let time stand still. Her smile slowly grew bigger as she ran across the street and jumped into his arms, not being able to contain herself anymore.
He spun her around, as he held her tightly. She snuggled into his neck, not wanting to let go before he placed her back on the ground and cupped her face in his hands. Their eyes locked, as they smiled at one another, not wanting to speak but simply capture the moment and hold it in each of their minds.
"Hey," he finally spoke, as he rested his forehead against hers.
"Hey, yourself," he answered back, her hands wrapping around his neck and drawing him near.
His lips touched hers tenderly before he grabbed her waist, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss. She had missed that feeling and was surprised it had more of an affect on her now that it had before. She felt her knees weakening as he steadied her more before pulling away.
"You look good," he replied, taking her hand and spinning her around.
She stopped and faced him again, the smile still plastered on her face. She felt like everything in her life was falling into place, but with Ken here with her now, everything seemed to be perfect.
"I've missed you," she said, her smile fading slightly.
"You don't know how good it is to see you, baby," he agreed, before ushering her to the passenger side and helping her into the SUV.
"So, where to," she asked, ready to get the rest of her life started.
"I'm not really sure," he replied, smiling her direction.
"When do you return to the WWE," she asked.
"Oh, baby, I'm not even cleared until February. Seeing as we still have Christmas ahead of us, it looks as if your stuck with me for the next 2 or 3 months," he said, smiling.
"I can learn to live with that," she said, shaking her head.
"Learn to live with it? Is that a joke or are you be sarcastic with me," he asked, sneaking a look at her as he drove down the highway.
"Take it how you want it. I'm just glad to be with you, Ken. I don't know if I could have done this without you," she said, a serious tone taking over.
"I told you I wasn't going anywhere and I meant it. Not now, not ever. Trust me," he said, grabbing her hand and squeezing it gently.
"You know, I just realized. My parents house was sold. Where am I...." she began, before he cut her off.
"Don't worry. I've already had that taken care of for months," he replied, smirking in her direction.
"What's that look for," she asked, turning in her seat to face him.
"You'll see when you get there. It's a surprise. I just hope you say yes, because if not, well..." he said, trailing off as he pulled into his driveway.
"If not, what," she asked, as she hopped out of the car.
"You'll see," he replied, ushering her into the house.
"Ken, what is it," she asked before entering the house.
She looked around the foyer as she entered and did a complete turn, staring at several items in the house that looked familiar. Her love seat was positioned against the wall in the living room, there was her diplomas and pictures hanging on the wall, but the thing she noticed above all else was the pictures that she saw when she first entered the house. Positioned in 3-tiers were her parents, Ken's parents and a picture of she and Ken directly in the middle. She turned around with tears in her eyes and embraced him.
"Thank you," she whispered, as he kissed the top of her head. "But, is there something you wanna ask me," she asked, pulling away from him and smiling.
"Oh, yeah. Almost forgot," he said, smiling. "Would ya move in with me?"
She brought his lips to hers, kissing him with every fiber of her being. He placed his hands in the back pockets of her jeans, squeezing her rear and bringing her closer.
"Is that a yes," he asked, giving her a sly smile.
"You're so dense," she said, kicking her shoes off and continuing to walk around his house. "So this is home?"
"This...." he said, walking up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. "...is home."