A Family Affair

[Rachel]

Cars zoom past each other, rushing through a busy intersection, hurridley making their way to various places from work. They're headed home, or maybe out for a few drinks with friends, or possibly en route to a restaurant for dinner. The sun is hanging low in the distance, but the people of the city are much to busy to appreciate the purple-pink hue it emanates. The sunset is especially admiral as it peeks out from behind a large restaurant baring the name 'The Olive Garden' in big, loopy letters. The building is a creamy shade of yellow with a brown roof. The front doors swing open and shut rapidly as many people enter. As they are seated by the hostess, the line to be seated at a table becomes longer and soon the lobby is full of diners-to-be, holding squares that light red and vibrate when their table is ready. A rush of noise breezes out of the restaurant as the doors open and Rachel makes her way into the eatery. A short woman of about 4'11'' stands at a podium with a large smile upon her face. She has dark brown hair and green eyes and looks welcomingly at her.

Hostess: Welcome to the Olive Garden. My name is Amy. How are you doing today?

Rachel: Fine, ma'am. I have two more people coming in with me.

Amy: Well, its going to be an hour wait.

Rachel: An hour? Are you kidding me? That is -

Rachel's rant is cut short as Amy looks passed her with a look or surprise and awe on her face.

Amy: Omigosh! Its...

Rachel turns and looks behind her. She rolls her eyes in annyoance.

Rachel: Yes, its Szaban. He's with me. And the little girl he's carrying? That's our daughter...

The words come out sounding more possessive than Rachel intends, but she sets her jaw and looks the hostess in the eye, daring her to say anything. As she looks the girl over, Szaban comes up behind her wearing a pair of wheat colored Timbs, baggy blue jeans with a strong fade, and a tight white t-shirt. He has Rochelle in his arms. She is dressed in a pretty black dress made of crushed velvet. Her hair is combed up in a pony tail. She has little diamond studs in her ears.

Rochelle: Daddy, I want down!

Rochelle squirms in his arms, trying to manuever her way to the floor. Szaban adjusts her in his arms and shakes his head at her. She quiets down rather quickly and Szaban turns his attention to Amy.

Szaban: Hi, party of three. What's the wait time?

Amy is staring at Szaban like he's a glass of water after a week of being lost in the Sahara.

Amy: I...um...Let me check with my manager. Just one sec.

Szaban licks his lips and gives her a gorgeous smile that nearly knocks the young girl off her feet. Rachel's ears turn pink with fury, but for once she holds her tongue, knowing nothing she has to say should be heard by her four year old. Szaban glimpses her expression.

Szaban: What?

Rachel continues to scowl as Amy saunters back to her place at the podium.

Amy: If you follow me right this way, I will seat you.

Your turn Szaban !

[The One]

The two Szabans and Martin follow behind Amy. Rachel looks at Matt as he looks forward following the hostess with Rochelle bouncing up and down in his arms. They walk through a dimly lit room. Many couples, and co-couples are seated and dining in the romantic atmosphere. Old country Italian music fills the restaurant with it's soothing and gentle sounds. Finally they reach their table at which seems to be a perfect placement in the restaurant. Amy smiles at Szaban as she walks a few feet away to get a booster seat.

Amy~
Um.. Matt.. er.. Szaban will this be needed?

Szaban bites his lip he looks at Amy and then to Rochelle who is still squirming in his arms. Szaban shakes his head as Amy pulls a chair from the table and scoots the booster seat in.

Amy~
Well if there is anything else that you need you can ask me, or Abbie who will be your server. And well you have a great night.

Amy smiles at Szaban and Rochelle as she walks away. Matt continues to put Rochelle in the booster seat as Rachel is glarring at him. Szaban looks up and winks at Rachel as he goes to sit down he looks Rachel over as she is well dressed with a pair of form-fitting dark jeans, a pair of black high heel boots, and a black halter top. He sits down and grabs a menu for he and Rochelle to look at. Rachel is still standing now with her arms crossed starring daggers through his eyes.

Rachel~
Is that the kind of night that we are going to be having? That same kind of garbage, and yes I am trying to keep my langueage incheck in front of the baby.

Szaban lowers the menu as he tilts his head sideways and laughs a little to himself as he then looks over at Rochelle.

Szaban~
Baby girl I told you mommy was crazy right?

Rochelle laughs as Szaban readjusts his focus to his lovely exwife

Szaban~
Rachel what are you talking about? What happend this time? Huh? Come on tell me that I was just whowhoing the seventeen year old hostess. Rachel can we not just have a nice night without this kind of crap. Sorry hunni.

Szaban kisses Rochelle's forehead after he cursed as both he and Rachel are trying to watch their mouths around their three year old. Rachel rolls her eyes as she sits down and attempts to calm herself down.

Rachel~
Okay Matt, you are right. It was nothing, it is nothing let's move on.

Just then their waitress Abbie walks over. Abbie is wearing the standard Olive Garden pants and white button up shirt. Abbie however fills it better than most as she is well endowed in the bust and buttocks areas. She also has a great smile and deep brown eyes that quickly meet Rachel and then shift to Matt

Abbie~
Hi I'm Abbie and I'll be your's tonight.

[Rachel]

Rachel's eyes pop out of her head for a moment and she gets that look, that look of no good that has recently been clouding her features during matches. She recovers quickly though and interrupts the waitresses goggling with a drink order.

Rachel: Illhaveuhsweety.

Abby looks at her in confusion, her order hardly discernable.

Abby: Excuse me, Mrs?[

Rachel: It's Miss -

Abby gets a gleam in her eye at the correction.

Rachel: - Or Mrs. actually. Yes, that's fine. Change that sweet tea to a Margarita. Make sure its Cuervo.

Szaban gawks at her, his mouth hanging agape. He is not only confused by her switch from Miss to Mrs., but also by her drink order change as well. He leans back in his seat as Rochelle busies herself with the crayons that the well endowed Abby has provided. Abby stares innocently between them, trying to figure out just what is going on. Finally, she says...

Abby: And you, sir?

Szaban: The Z.

Rachel and Abby stare at Matt, unsure of what he is talking about.

Szaban: That's pineapple juice with a shot of Vodka.

Rachel and Abby are both staring at him still. Finally, Abby nods her head and turns her attention to Rochelle. Rachel is rolling her eyes. Talk about ego. Now he has a drink named after him?! Not even a drink he endorses, but a drink HE named!

Abby: And what will you have, honey?

The little girl looks up with an oblivious smile upon her face. Ah, to be an innocent again. Ignorance is truly bliss.

Rochelle: A Shiwey Tempo.

Rachel: She said Shirley Temple. With extra cherries...Please...

Rachel glares at the woman, remembering just why their marriage couldn't work out in the first place...Ah, envy, it has turned a pretty color like green into such a terrible thing...

[The One]

Szaban sat and wondered as to why Rachel was so quick to change her answer. Szaban looked at her helping their daughter color as he replayed in his head the switch from Miss to Mrs. Szaban sat and thought about everything that the two had been through as he could not help but remember the night they were wed.

In less than twenty-four hours the couple of Rachel and Matthew we to be married in front of thousands of screaming fans and shown to the world or whomever decided to tune in to watch EWW's monday night event. Justin "The Answer" Evans was standing tall behind Matthew Szaban, as he recited his vows. Answer wore a very escentric and stylish silver suit. Szaban looked strong and coinfident as he spoke from the heart, he was phenomenal and had a very striking appearence wearing a well tailored gold tuxedo and had his hair nicely braided and pulled back into a ponytail. Trish was the matron of honor and performed her duries well as she was just as much a knockout on this day as any other day. Trish wore a very stunning dress that was cut right above the knee and had a short slip up the side. Rachel had a glow to her as she heard the words that every young girl dreams hearing, she heard the words of her one and only share his love with his own vows in front of their two best friends and parents. Rachel's glow also shined for another reason, or a secret that she kept from her soulmate. Rachel had just found out that she was pregnant but due to Szaban having his first ever main stream World HeavyWeight Championship match in less than a week away, she kept her five week pregnancy a secret. And the two were wed that night in that church with that very limited crowd to know that the wedding the next night will be nothing more than a show. The real thing had happend and Szaban felt complete like he never imagined he would.

Szaban shook his head as Abbie placed his drink down in front of him. Rochelle was already sipping at her Shirley Temple through a straw and Rachel has done nothing but stalk the waitress with her flaming eyes. Abbie pulled out her notebook and pen and prepared to take dinner orders.

Abbie~
Mrs. What would you like to night?

Rachel sucks back on her teeth as she taps her fingernails on the table never lowering her eyes from Abbie.

Rachel~
I will have the Pasta Fagioli and Rochelle with have Speghetti with meatballs.

Abbie flashes Rachel a smile and adverts her attention to Szaban who is holding both menus out for Abbie to take

Szaban~
I'd like to have the Manicotti. Thank you. Oh and no need to ask, you can keep these coming.

Szaban shakes his drink as he hands Abbie the menus. She smiles at him as he smiles back and she walks off to place the orders.

[Rachel]

Rachel glares at the woman as she saunters away, happy as a lark. Then she affixes her attention back on her ex and her expression turns serious.

Rachel: So...Part of the reason that I asked you to come out to eat tonight was because I wanted to let you know, that I think this match with Jordan Glass is nothing more than a bunch of B.S. and...When you beat him, I'll be in your corner when you have to take on Jihad again...And this time the outcome will be different. Last time he was lucky. He was fresh from a long absence. But this time...This time you've got him as good as beat already.

Matt contemplates her offer for a moment.

Szaban: And this is for my benefit? Or because you and Jihad hate each other the way that dogs hate cats?

Rachel: Oh...

She sips at her Margarita for a minute and looks upward, as if she is doing a scientific study on the ceiling.

Rachel: I guess that is something I will decide when we get there...If we get there...

[The One]

Szaban sits thinking about the offer that was just presented to him. He thinks about all the different routes accepting or decling the pending deal. He puts it off and starts paying attention to his daughter who is still coloring.

Szaban~
How are you doing baby?

Rochelle looks up and smiles at her dad as he watches her coloring.

Rochelle~
Daddy? Do you want Mommy around?

Szaban's heart sinks as Rachel chokes on her margaritta. They both look at each other then share an uncomfortable laugh.

Rochelle~
Mommy does. She told me.

Rachel begins to blush as she takes another quick drink

Rachel~
She means for the match, I want you around so I can help you out with the match.

Szaban nods his head as he looks back and forth between the two

Szaban~
Okay baby girl. Daddy will let mommy be his manager for that one match.

[Rachel]

Rachel quickly returns to business mode and smiles at Szaban, hoping to take the attention away from Rochelle's all-too-revealing comments.

Rachel: Wonderful, so after Rochelle's riding lesson tomorrow, I'll swing by your place and we can start developing strategy. That was your problem Matt; as usual. You go into your match thinking with your pride, not bothering to work out an attack plan. How did you keep yourself from getting killed in Iraq again?

Matt leans back in the booth, a smile gracing his features. He looks as though he is slightly amused by something.

Szaban: Strategy? So going crazy is a strategy these days?

Rachel turns his face up, giving him a murderous look. Damn that sarcastic twinkle in his eye! Damn it to hell!

Rachel: Just what is that supposed to mean?

She huffs in an indignant manner, her eyebrows disappearing into her hair. Whatever smart remark is about to come from Szaban's mouth is interrupted as Abby comes flouncing over to the table, in Rachel's opinion, like a little barbie doll. Perfect complexion, bright, brown eyes and an award winning smile. It only makes Rachel's mood more dangerous.

Abby: Here we are. The manacotti for you, sir. Here is your Pasta Figoli, ma'am. And, the spaghetti and meatballs for the little angel.

Rachel gives a snort, knowing that no combination between herself and Matthew Szaban should be referred to as an angel. She glares at the woman, who hardly seems to notice. Abby offers them more assistance, and then turns and exits the vicinity when Szaban assures her that they're fine.