Title: Last Step
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 20
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the wrestlers used in this story, 'cause if I
did, I'd be busy with them right now *grin* And not a single butt cheek of
theirs belongs to the WWF, to the WWE yes...but not the WWF. But I do own
Jami, for she is me. Tasha owns herself.Charity owns herself and if you try
to take any of us,you will burn in hell! This is the next story in the Step
series...it's the Jami/Jeff sequel. And the address to the stories is at the
bottom of this email. And I use the wrestlers wrestling names in the story,
JUST DEAL WIT IT! And don't bother suing me...all you'd get is a half eaten
ham sandwich and a bag of chips from 2 years ago.
Distribution: Ask me if you can use it, more than likely I will say yes.
Rating: So far, it's a PG-13
Content: Nothing bad as of yet, probably won't be anything to bad
either....maybe some cussing.
Spoilers: Just making things up as I go.
Summary: It's the last story...will it all come together, or all fall apart?
Feedback: I need feedback like I need air! So give it to me, babee! I have
been suffocating lately....so please, send in the feedback.
Email:[email protected]
Tasha stared at herself in the mirror and studied herself from every angle.
Her wedding dress was a soft off white color, form fitting. Her usually
wildly dyed hair was back to a more natural dirty blonde color, pulled back
into a french twist.
Her stomache was doing a series of complicated flips and moonsaults. God,
one year ago she was sure she'd never be married, and here she was, her
wedding one hour away. And to a man so gorgeous that it should be a sin.
She only hoped they would make it work. Lord knows that her relationship
had been rocky on more than a few occassions. The only couple she knew who
had a rockier relationship and still survived was Jami and Jeff. 'Was' Tasha
thought grimly.
She wasn't sure what exactly was going on between those two anymore. One
day Jami is screaming at him and the next she was walking around bleary eyed
barely talking in a whisper. And Jeff was being so damn secretive.
A soft knock came at the door and then it popped open. Jami stepped into
the room, wearing the amthyst colored bridesmaid gown. "you look beautiful"
Jami grinned to Tasha.
"Thanks, I'm so nervous!" Tasha admitted, nervously straightening her
necklace. "That's so normal! I thought I was going to collapse from nerves
before both ceremonies." Jami said, speaking of the storyline ceremony she
had on Raw before her actual ceremony to Jeff.
"God, how do you do it? I mean, Edge and I have had so many little
arguements and so have you and Jeff." Tasha murmered. She watched as Jami's
features softened as she smiled, "It's all worth is. Just to hear him
introduce me as his wife. Or finding out we are going to have a baby. Just
waking up next to him makes it all worth it."
Tasha blinked tears out of her eyes. Damnit, she was so emotional these last
few days...something she usually wasn't. "You and Edge will last." Jami
smiled at her. Tasha smiled at the thought of being Edge's wife for the
rest of her life.
***
"Dum Dum Da Dum...here comes the bride, big fat and wide. Here comes the
groom, skinny as a broom." Jeff sang as he sat in Edge's dressing room.
Edge turned to him with a horrified look, "Dude, you saw what Lita did to me
when Jami told her I was singing that...do you have any idea what Tasha
would do to you?"
"Dude, you were totally beaten up by a girl." Jeff laughed. "Shut up...if
Tasha finds out what you were just singing, worse would happen to you." Edge
pointed out and Jeff nodded solemnly.
"So, any advice to a soon to be married man?" Edge asked. "Putting yoru
dirty underwear on the floor is considered a capital offense by women." Jeff
said with a deadpan face. "Anything else?" Edge laughed.
"Yeah, don't take her love for granted, and never take her for granted
either." Jeff said softly.
***
Tasha couldn't believe the ceremony was already over. But after what seemed
like seconds they were announced as a married couple. Now they were
backstage recieving congrats from their friends and coworkers.
Charity walked up to them in her amethyst bridesmaid gown, Rob trailing
behind her in a tuxedo. "Hey girl, I think we are going to jet." Charity
said as she hugged Tasha.
"Dang, we never see you aymore." Tasha laughed. "Yeah, what are you two
busy doing all the time?" Edge wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"Reproducing like Rabbits." Rob answered in a casual tone.
Jami, who had just taken a drink of water, spit it out on an unsuspecting
Triple H as she laughed. "Oops...sorry." she grinned at him. He just
shrugged, "I spit water all the time too."
"Dude!" Edge laughed at RVD's answer. "What? You don't wanna know then you
don't ask!" Rob replied with a grin.
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