She’s So Lovely - Trent Seven (Epilogue to Not Another Happy Ending and Make The Most Of It)
I wasn’t going to write this but I wasn’t too happy with how part 2 ended. I promised myself that I’d give her and Trent a happy ending, so that’s what I’m going to do. I’ve written her dad as a complete dick towards Trent (I’m really glad not to have one like this one. Seriously, I’ve written this guy to be pure douchebag asshole). Think of this as my ‘thank you’ gift for reaching 200 followers.
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The morning after their reunion, Trent woke up early to make her breakfast. She whined when she felt him get up but was hushed, a gentle kiss being pressed to her forehead. She joined him in the kitchen an hour or so later dressed in one of his shirts, the clothing absolutely drowning her with it’s size. His breath caught in his throat because he never thought he would see her like this again. Even with her messy hair, tired eyes and bruised neck (granted, those were his fault but he definitely did not feel guilty about them), she was still the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on. His phone had been blowing up all morning with messages from Pete and Tyler who were both letting him know that she had run from the wedding. In response, he gently pulled her to his side and raised their joined hands, taking a photo on his phone with the other hand. Ten minutes after sending the photo, he received a message from Tyler, a video attached. It was of the two younger men yelling at the camera about how it was about time that she sorted him out - they were sick of him asking how you were constantly.
They got back to the way they used to be almost instantly; never losing grip on one another’s hand as they walked down the street, her sitting front and centre at shows (which worked out pretty well in tag matches with Tyler as he would shake hands with fans on one side of the ring, Tyler on the other and they’d meet in the middle where she would high-five the younger man and Trent would pull her into a passionate kiss for good luck) and silly little romantic gestures from both parties. Such gestures included her leaving one of her wristbands in his bag to wear in the ring on the rare occasion that she couldn’t go with him to a show. He nearly took a guy’s head off with a clothesline when the bastard pulled it off of his wrist when he had him in a wristlock. Tyler had to hold Trent back despite secretly wanting to knock the other man’s teeth down his throat, knowing how difficult it could be for his friend not to have his girl with him, that the wristband was his way of having a piece of her close by and this prick had crossed the line by taking it. Trent had his own gestures for her, of course. He liked to bring her a postcard back from every new place he went and write something he loved about her on the back. She had a whole box full of the cards and they were some of her most treasured possessions. Pete would never admit it but he found it adorable that his friend was so persistent, making sure that he had purchased a postcard for his lady.
They were happy. Her father? Not so much. He despised Trent. Both of the couple remembered the day that she introduced him to her parents back in 2015 with a strange fondness.
Trent had shown up at her parent’s home dressed in his best, yet casual, suit, with a bunch of flowers and a bottle of white wine in his hands. She greeted him at the door, her mother not too far behind. Both wore grins. He handed the flowers to her mother who gushed about how he was so charming and handsome. His girlfriend swears to this day that she saw a blush on his face, no matter how much he denies it.
Sitting down for dinner, her father began his interrogation. It started off simple. He told him that he was from Wolverhampton, he was, at the time, 34 years old, the normal stuff. The question of what he did for a living should have been normal too but unfortunately, her father was less than happy. He had seen his daughter watching these wrestling matches when she was home. The last thing he wanted was for his precious angel of a daughter to be anywhere near the ‘scum’ of the wrestling world. The look he gave Trent was one that can only be described as vicious. Trent was just about able to ignore the snide remarks being directed towards him and hell, he knew Pete wouldn’t let the comments made about him get under his skin so neither should Trent. It was when Tyler was brought up that he finally snapped. Tyler was only 18 and like a little brother to him so, like any older brother would if he heard someone chatting shit about his younger sibling, he whacked him in the jaw. Her mother didn’t even try and stop him, knowing full well that her husband deserved it.
She didn’t know that he still had the engagement ring from the bedside table. He knew he wanted to propose properly but he also wanted to make it special. He had thought about maybe doing it after the UK Tournament, possibly in the ring. A ring in the ring? Kind of cute. God, she had been so proud of him when they found out he was going to be in the tournament. It had been a couple of months since they had gotten back together, just before Christmas, all of her stuff had been moved back into their small apartment. She had walked in on him crying after hanging up the phone.
“Babe, are you okay?” She called, walking into their shared bedroom. He was sat on the edge of the bed, shoulders lightly shaking.
“Yeah. These are happy tears, I assure you.” He turned his body to face her as she sat down next him. This was going to be amazing, not just for him but for the both of them.
“Why are you crying? Oh god, did I do something wrong?”
“No! No, love. I um…I just got off of the phone with someone about a really incredible thing that’s happening next month. It was…It was Triple H,” She covered her mouth with her hands, eyes already starting to tear up, “The WWE are holding a tournament to crown the inaugural WWE United Kingdom Champion. And they want me to be in the tournament.”
He couldn’t help but cry and now they were both in tears, holding one another. The pride rushed through her in waves because her man was finally being recognised by the biggest promotion in the world, all of his hard work had paid off.
“I am so proud of you and everything you have achieved. Tyler and Pete are going to be so happy for you.”
“I think they might get a bit jealous.” Less than a minute later, Trent’s phone buzzed twice, “Well, I don’t have to worry about that now. They both got a call too. British Strong Style is coming to the WWE.“
Obviously, Trent didn’t win the tournament. He didn’t propose either.
When he finally did, he had the help of the Bullet Club. Kenny, Matt and Nick were over in the UK and just so happened to be facing British Strong Style at FIght Club Pro. The Young Bucks were more than happy to help Trent. After all, lady was like their sister.
Following one hell of a show, Trent was able to have the use of the ring for a little while after the crowd had gone from the warehouse. Matt and Nick had to convince Y/N that they and Kenny wanted to go through some of the moves she had been working on. Luckily, she bought it and stuck around after the show.
Technically, they weren’t lying to her as they did start off by helping her with moves and it took about ten minutes before Trent worked up the courage to get in the ring with them. She was running the ropes at the time and definitely wasn’t expecting to turn around and see Trent on one knee, box in hand, both of the Jacksons with smirks on their faces.
“You bastards. You fucking tricked me!”
“Oh, shut up and listen to what the man has to say.”
Everything went quiet, other wrestlers crowding in the doorway to catch a glimpse of what was happening.
“Sorry about the ruse, darling. It’s taken me a little bit of time to figure out how to do this and with The Elite being over here, I thought this would be a good time. The very fact that you let me back into your life after the crap I put you through made me realise just how lucky I am. I get to go out and do what I love, all the while knowing that you’re back here for me to come home to. I would let the boys superkick the living shit out of me rather than do anything to hurt you ever again. And I know that we may never have a normal life because of what I do but I don’t think a ‘normal life’ is very us. So…if you’ll put up with me for the rest of our lives, Y/N Y/L/N…will you marry me?”
“Of course I will! Yes!” The sound of applause and cheering faded as Trent slipped the ring onto her finger and she pulled him into a kiss.
And that’s how they ended up here. They didn’t want to wait to have a big wedding, instead opting for a quiet affair with their family and friends. Her mother had come, refusing to miss her little girl getting married. Y/N had her ‘brothers’ walk her down the aisle, just like she wanted, and Trent had Pete and Tyler as his best men. He knew that looking into her eyes as she stood across from him, both having said their vows, he would go through everything again as long as it led to this.
A short and sweet reception and a taxi ride back to their stupid little flat was all that they wanted. They spent the rest of the night laughing and smiling, dancing around their living room to silly pop music.
“I love you. I always have.”
“I love you too. I always will.”