The Night Before Christmas
Summary: It was the night before Christmas... and these wrestlers are definitely stirring! Collection of Christmas-themed oneshots featuring a wrestler/OC. Christmas presents!
Disclaimer: I own no one you recognize from WWE. I don't own the OCs either. They're just some amazing friends :)
Author's Note: As said in the summary, these are Christmas present oneshots each written for someone. The first is dedicated to Jillian, not a writer on here but one of the best unbiological sisters! Hope you enjoy, girl! And to everyone else who reads, I hope you enjoy it too!
Home for Christmas
Jillian sighed as she rested her head back against the seat, watching as lights from passing street lamps reflected off the dark ceiling. She then glanced at the blond man behind the wheel next to her, silent as his eyes stayed on the road ahead of them intently. She and Chris Irvine, known to the world as Chris Jericho, had only been together for a few months, and due to his busy schedule, this was the first time she had been able to bring him home to meet her family. Though they thought he was a nice, caring man, some concerns had been raised.
Feeling her eyes on him, Chris glanced in her direction, and Jillian quickly moved her gaze back to the ceiling. She had enjoyed spending Christmas Eve with her family, but she was also looking forward to having a relaxing Christmas with him at home.
"What?" Chris asked, looking back at the road. The tension hanging in the car was almost as clear to him as the Christmas music coming from the radio.
Jillian turned to him. "Nothing," she answered, brushing some brown hair behind her ear. "Just thinking."
Chris moved his gaze to her again. "If it's about what your family was talking about, I don't blame them," he said quietly. "I know it's hard with me being gone so much."
But Jillian shook her head. "No, it's not that," she muttered, leaning against the window as she gazed out at the night. She couldn't look at him, knowing he would see right through her. Their concerns were weighing heavily on her mind, but she trusted Chris. She talked to him at least twice every day on the phone, or if the WWE was close enough, drove to meet him before the show. She missed him when he was gone, but they had made it so far.
"Well, it's something, I know that much."
Jillian glanced at Chris when she felt his hand wrap around hers. "It's not a big deal," she told him, forcing a small smile. "Okay?"
Sighing, Chris met her eyes, watching her smile falter ever so slightly. "I wish you would just tell me what-!"
Suddenly, Jillian's eyes widened. "Look out!" she shouted.
Chris immediately looked ahead, seeing there was a rabbit in the road in front of them. He cursed under his breath as he released his girlfriend's hand and grasped the wheel tightly, hoping to keep the car in control on the thin layer of slush as he slammed on the brakes. The rabbit was startled by the sudden sound and hopped away, and after sliding forward a little, the car safely came to a stop.
"Jillian, don't do that," Chris said, trying to slow his breathing.
"Sorry," Jillian replied as she laughed a little, willing her heart to return to its normal rate. "Natural reaction."
Chris slowly nodded, leaning back in his seat. "It's all right," he told her. Then, he reached over and opened the glove compartment, looking at the bridge next to them as he pulled out a road map. "This area doesn't look familiar."
Jillian turned to him nervously. "What do you mean?" she asked. "Are we lost?"
"No we're not lost," Chris answered quietly, trying to find a street sign before turning on the overhead light on the car ceiling to look at the map better. "I just don't remember this on the way from the airport..."
"So... you're saying we're lost," Jillian muttered. "Great."
Chris ran his hand through his short hair as he looked at her. "Okay, so I may have taken a wrong turn or two," he conceded. "But we're not lost."
Jillian rolled her eyes. "We're lost," she repeated.
"I prefer... off the beaten path..." Chris said, his sentence slowly trailing off when he saw the blank look on Jillian's face.
"Of course you do." Jillian sighed. "This is ridiculous." She pulled on the handle as she pushed open the door, stepping out of the car.
"Come on, Jillian," Chris muttered, watching as she glanced back at him. "Jill-!" But he was cut off when she shut the door, only able to watch as she walked away from the car. He sighed as well, slumping in his seat a little as he put the car in park. Resisting the urge to tear the map he held in two, he turned off the overhead light instead as he listened to the song playing on the radio. Then, he glanced at it, an idea coming to him.
Jillian pulled her winter coat tighter around her as she walked down the sidewalk beside the bridge, able to see her breath in front of her face as she looked out at the frozen lake beneath her. A half circle of pine trees stood at the far shore, and the moon's rays sneaking through the clouds made the ice glimmer. It was a beautiful sight.
But as she continued walking, Jillian felt her mind still racing as she thought about the real reason she had been frustrated enough to leave the car. After enjoying spending time with her family, all she wanted was a quiet Christmas at home with her boyfriend. It didn't seem like much to ask for to her, but now, it seemed like that was going to be harder than she thought.
Then, Jillian stopped when she suddenly heard music coming from behind her, recognizing it to be "Carol of the Bells." She slowly looked over her shoulder, seeing Chris was leaning against the car with a small smile on his face. The windows were rolled down, which was where the music was coming from.
"Hooked up your iPod to the stereo," Chris said, nodding to the car. "But you couldn't have a favorite Christmas song with words? I would have sung it for you."
Jillian laughed a little as a thin line of tears formed in her eyes. "Burger King did it," she muttered.
Chris rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well, I'm not going to sing about fries," he replied, stepping away from the car and walking toward his girlfriend. He stopped in front of her, the smile returning to his face. "I can make up my own words if you want."
"No, that's all right," Jillian told him, blinking her tears away. "The gesture is sweet enough already."
"Suit yourself." Chris shrugged, reaching forward and brushing some of her brown hair behind her ear. "Now will you talk to me? It's Christmas Eve. You're supposed to be happy."
"I am," Jillian said. "It's just..." She sighed, lowering her gaze.
Chris looked at her with concern. "What?" he asked, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.
Jillian slowly shook her head, but then Chris placed his hand beneath her chin, gently tiling her gaze up to meet his. "Fine," she answered quietly. "Tonight was great. But what I really want is to just go home and spend our first Christmas with you. But now, it looks like we can't do that because we're lost and won't make our flight!"
But when Chris only chuckled at her outburst, Jillian felt even more annoyed. "Why are you laughing?"
"Who said anything about missing our flight?" Chris wondered.
Jillian looked at him with confusion, but before she could press him further, she quickly looked up when she saw bright lights out of the corner of her eye. Chris smiled at the awe that appeared on his girlfriend's face before following her gaze. The pine trees on the other side of the frozen lake were lit up with colorful Christmas lights, illuminating the night around them.
"Isn't it beautiful?" Chris set his chin on top of Jillian's head, pulling her closer.
"You knew about this?" Jillian looked up at her boyfriend curiously.
"Of course I did," Chris said with a quiet laugh. "See, I told you we weren't lost."
Jillian shook her head as she laughed a little, resting her head on his chest as she looked back out at the brightly lit trees. "You're unbelievable," she replied.
Chris smirked, looking back down at her. "I hope that's a good thing," he muttered.
"Hmmm..." Jillian met his gaze, giving him a wink. "I'd say so."
"Good." Chris smiled when Jillian turned to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, winding his arms around her waist.
Jillian returned the smile. "And to answer your question, yes, this is beautiful," she told him quietly. "Thanks, Chris."
Chris nodded in response, gazing at his girlfriend for a moment longer before he closed his eyes and slowly started to lean down toward her. But then, he paused when Jillian gasped. He opened his eyes again and saw large, fluffy snowflakes were lightly falling from the night sky, a broad smile on her face as she watched them.
"Okay, now it's Christmas Eve," Jillian said, her smile lingering.
"I agree," Chris replied with a smile of his own. He ran his fingers through Jillian's dark hair, causing her to look back at him. "I love you, Jillian."
Jillian's smile slowly vanished. She had only been with Chris for a few months, and he had never said those words to her before. She hadn't been expecting them. But when she watched hesitance cross her boyfriend's face, she smiled again as she stood up on her toes and kissed his cheek. "I love you too," she muttered.
Chris looked at her with surprise before smiling again, leaning down and meeting her lips in a soft kiss. Jillian returned it, laughing a little when he tightened his arms around her waist and lifted her up, spinning her around once before setting her back on the slush-covered sidewalk. She kept her arms around his neck for balance, her laughter slowly trailing off as she ran her hand through his short blond hair before he kissed her again.
But then, Jillian pulled away, concern crossing her face. Chris looked down at her with worry. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"What about our flight?" Jillian wondered. "We're going to miss it!"
Chris laughed a little, pulling her into a hug. "Don't worry, Jillian," he assured her. "I know how to get to the airport from here. We'll be fine."
Jillian raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"
"Yes." Chris laughed as he released her. "I made sure we had time to stop. We'll still be home for our Christmas."
When he wrapped his arm around her waist again as they started to walk back toward his car, Jillian found she couldn't help but smile as she leaned into his side, watching the snow continue to fall gently around them. "That's all I could ask for."
Author's Note: If you would like, feel free to leave a review! But, Jillian, I hope you liked it! Thanks for reading!