DISCLAIMER: I do not own Adam "Edge" Copeland, Jay "Christian" Reso, or anything else pertaining to World Wrestling Entertainment. I am just a fan; and I am not profiting from writing this piece.
I stirred as I felt someone else's fingers pushing my hair away from my face. My eyes fluttered open. I groggily poked at the broad chest that my head had suddenly made a pillow. The man chuckled.
"Good morning, Luce."
"Morning," I replied with a yawn and looked up. A pair of beautiful green eyes stared back at me. I smiled. It took me a moment to come to the realization that I had went to bed alone last night. My eyes widened.
"Adam!" I shrilled and rolled out of bed. "What the heck? How did you get into my house…again?"
My best friend let out another laugh.
"Well, it's good to see you, too, Luce. And I found your spare key underneath the Hummingbird feeder out front. You really need to start challenging me with these hiding places or sneaking in here and crawling in bed with you will start to lose its appeal."
I glared at Adam and said, "Just because you lived here once, doesn't mean you can just waltz in here whenever you want."
He smirked, "Well, I'm still paying off this place. So my bank account says I can do all the waltzing I want, sweet cheeks."
I angrily tossed a pillow at him.
"That's not the point, Adam. What if I slept naked?"
The beautiful, blond-haired man in my bed chuckled.
"It's nothing that I haven't seen a handful of times," he replied. "And you know you could be a little more excited. I did fly almost five-hundred miles just to see you."
I stared at him a moment. Then I let out a sigh and took a seat on the edge of the bed. I looked over at him.
"I'm sorry," I said after a moment. "It's just I haven't seen you in person in over three months. The last thing I expected was to wake up next to you."
Adam gave me a soft, sad smile. Then he laughed slightly, "You didn't expect to wake up next to me? Did you miss the part where I retired on national television last week?"
I gave him a sympathetic look.
"No," I replied softly. "No, I watched it."
In fact, I cried all the way through his retirement speech last Monday night. I knew how much wrestling meant to Adam; and for him to be forced to walk away from it after all these years, must have killed him. Sadly, now he knew how I felt the day he walked away from me. That's ancient history, though; and I only think about that heartache when I'm crying into the box of chocolates he sends me every Valentine's Day.
"Why are you giving me that look? I thought you'd be happy that I've finally hung up my boots; and I get to come see you anytime I want."
"Oh," was all I could say.
Adam furrowed his brow. He had a confused and concerned expression across his face.
"What am I supposed to say, Adam? No, I'm not happy that you had to leave the WWE because it wasn't on your terms. And you know you didn't even have the decency to call me and tell me you were having so many problems with your neck. Yet I bet you told Jay."
"Luce, please. I didn't come here for this. I just wanted to—"
"Have you forgotten that I completely rearranged my life so I could look after you whenever you had surgery on it in 2002? I moved here from Toronto, Adam. I left my home and my job for you. And I had to find out that you were retiring like I was a regular wrestling fan. Do you have any idea how bad that made me feel?"
Adam gave me the most heartbreaking, apologetic look.
"I should have told you I was having problems," he said. "But I didn't want to worry you. I knew you were still grieving over David breaking up with you. So I didn't want my problems added to yours."
"But David broke up with me six months ago," I said solemnly.
He nodded, "Yeah, I know."
"So, the troubles you were having…They've been going on that long?" I asked after a moment.
Adam ignored me and countered with his own question.
"I take it that you're still taking the break-up pretty hard?"
I shrugged and answered vaguely, "What's done is done."
"Luce," Adam scowled. "You were with the guy for what? Four years?"
"Five," I corrected.
"Okay, so you were with guy for five years. You can't tell me that you're perfectly fine with the break-up."
I shrugged again.
"It is what it is. He wanted to get married. I didn't. End of story. What do you want for breakfast?"
Adam sighed and threw up his hands.
"Okay. Okay. I get it. No more David-talk."
"Thank you," I said flatly and quickly rose from the bed. "I'm going to use the bathroom and freshen up a little. Go ahead and make yourself even more comfortable. I'll be out in a minute."
I threw on a pair of jeans and a white tank top. Then I brushed my hair and pulled it into a tight ponytail. I looked at myself one more time before I headed into the living-room. Adam was sprawled out on my sofa and flipping through the television channel. He had changed a lot since the last time I had seen him. His shoulder-length blond hair was even shorter, just over his ears. So a little bit of his natural curls were starting to show. He had put on a little weight because his face seemed to be fuller; but he was still maintaining that slim build. More importantly, he seemed to be well-rested. There were no bags underneath his eyes.
I jumped upon noticing that Adam noticed me looking at him. He flashed me that white, perfect smile.
"So, where are we going for breakfast?" he asked. "McDonald's, IHOP, Jay's?"
"None of the above," I answered. I quickly turned away so that he wouldn't see how red my cheeks were getting.
He turned his head to side and looked at me in a curious manner.
"So, we're going to Lost Boys it and pretend we're eating breakfast? I don't think my stomach is going agree with that."
I laughed softly.
"No, Peter Pan, we're not going to pretend we're eating breakfast. I'm going to make it."
Adam stared at me for a long moment and then he burst into laughter.
"You're going to make breakfast? Luce, sweetie, need I remind you that you can barely crack an egg?"
"No, you can barely crack and egg. Me, I know how to cook."
Adam laughed again, "Since when?"
"Since about seven years ago," I replied as I yanked the remote control out his hand and turned off the television. "David was an excellent cook. He taught me well. Now come. Give me a hand."
He gave me the sweetest look.
"Luce, are you sure you don't want to talk about it?" he asked.
"I'm fine, really."
"I don't believe you."
"I am, Adam. The relationship just ran its course. It happens. He's moved on. I've moved on…kind of."
Adam's brow rose.
"Who's the lucky guy?" he asked.
"No one in particular," I replied nervously and quickly headed for the kitchen. Adam was hot on my heels.
"What do you mean 'no one in particular'? Don't tell me you're trying casual dating at your age?"
"You're one to lecture me about settling down, Mr. Married-And-Divorced-Twice. Adam, I just got out of a serious relationship. So I think casual dating is acceptable at this point…I haven't seen you in ages. Do we really have to have such a hot and heavy relationship discussion right out of the gate?"
"Right…Sorry…Breakfast first and then a hot and heavy relationship discussion…And at least I've been married. It shows I don't have commitment issues…sort of."
"Yeah, sort of," I mumbled under my breath.
I made Adam and I a breakfast of scrambled, bacon, and toast. After we finished eating, we cuddled up on the sofa and watched television. There was that old familiar feeling. That feeling that he came home to me every day. It was as if I hadn't gone three months without seeing him.
I glanced up at Adam as I leaned back against his chest.
"How long are you going to be visiting?" I asked.
"Just for tonight," he replied.
"Oh," I frowned.
"I have to go to Europe for some WWE-rated stuff," he explained as he kissed the tip of my nose. "I'm like Cher. I'm going on a big farewell tour."
"I see…How long will you be gone for?"
"Oh a good couple of weeks…Then it's off to Canada to make an appearance or two at those shows and to film a new episode of Haven…Then I have to do the SummerSlam Fan Axxess thing and—"
"I thought you were supposed to be retiring?" I interrupted with a raised brow.
Adam chuckled slightly.
"I'm retired from the ring; but I'm still contractually obligated to the WWE."
I studied him for a moment. Then I asked, "Adam, why did you go through all this trouble to visit me, if you're still so busy?"
"I've missed ya, Luce," he replied with a smile. "I've missed ya like crazy as a matter of fact."
I smiled slightly.
"I've missed you, too. But one day isn't going to make up for the fact that I probably won't see you for another three months."
Adam kissed the tip of my nose again and said, "I'm not going to be traveling like this forever, sweetie."
"But you don't exactly live in Florida anymore, do you?"
"No, but that doesn't mean you can't come visit me every now and then. You have yet to see my new place. You need to see it. The view is amazing."
"Okay, first, Liz wouldn't like it. She can't stand the fact that you and I have a past. Secondly, there's Jay. You've already abandoned him. Jericho's never home. All he has left is me. His divorce has been really hard on him."
"Okay, Liz dumped me, like, a month ago. I thought I told you that? And you're acting like I'm asking you to move in with me. I'm not. Just come visit me for a few days. You can visit me while Jay's on the road. That way you'll be back before he has a chance to drown himself in his swimming-pool again."
I raised a brow.
"How did you know Jay tried to drown himself in his pool?"
"You know as well as I do that he's always had a flare for the dramatics. Was he drunk and wearing kids' floaties?"
I laughed nervously, "Yeah, well, we were both a little drunk that night."
Adam gave me a look of surprise.
"You drunk," he said in disbelief. "That's a first. I would've loved to have been here for that one."
I laughed and shuffled uncomfortably. I, for one, was glad he wasn't here that night.
"So, what if I do decide to come see you for a few days?" I asked after a moment. "It's still going to have to be a while from now, right?"
"You're not trying to see the bright side of this, are you?" he countered with the laugh.
"Do you blame me?"
"No, I guess not."
Adam and I fell silent. He was stroking my hair in a calming manner.
"Well, there's only one thing to do if you want to spend more time with me," he said after a moment.
My eyes widened and I shook my head.
"Oh no, no, no, no…There's no way I'm doing that. I am not gallivanting across the globe with you and Jay."
"I'm afraid you don't have much of a choice, Luce."
"I have my own job, Adam. I can't just leave it for an extended amount of time."
"You're a journalist, sweetie. Journalists make their living writing on the go. Or have you forgotten that?"
I grumbled in response.
"Look, just tell the paper that you're doing a piece on me," Adam continued. "I was huge Floridian back in the day. Your people would eat up getting an exclusive from me. You can travel around with me and take notes on all the events. You could call it: A Day in the Life: The Adam Copeland Story."
I looked at him with a raised brow.
"You've thought about being on the front page of the newspaper a lot, haven't you?"
"I'm just trying to make a point. You could really use this opportunity to your advantage…Besides, what would be so bad about traveling with Jay and me? It'd be just like old times."
"Yeah," I nodded slowly. "Just like old times…sort of."