Date Night

Alex and Rachel held hands as they walked down the Oasis themed shopping district. There were lights hanging from palm tree to palm tree, making it look like there were hundreds of stars in the night sky. It was a warm summer night, and Rachel had decided on a white and yellow floral sundress with white corked wedge heels. Her style was the complete opposite of Alex's, who opted for a black 'Vandals' tee, form fitting jeans, and a pair of Vans, but despite the polarizing difference in fashion, the two complimented each other. To everyone else, it looked like the girl next door had found her bad boy.

They laughed and smiled as they tried to choose a restaurant. The district was jammed packed on the Friday night, but they didn't mind. "Where do you wanna go?" Alex laughed as he pulled Rachel closer into his embrace. "I don't know, it's your turn to choose!"

He looked around, hoping to find something that stood out. From the corner of his eye, Alex spotted a 50's inspired diner. "There." The two headed through the sea of people, before making it to the door. It was only a matter of minutes before they were seated, but they were both enthralled with the post WWII décor. "Hey guys, I'm Natasha, I'll be your server." The waitress came up, holding a pad and pen.

Her eyes widened as she saw Alex, but quickly glared at the sight of Rachel. "What can I get you to drink?" She said, more to Alex than anything. Rachel raised an eyebrow. She'd never admit that she got jealous, even if this waitress proved to be no threat, but at the moment she wanted to bash her head against the wall. Right of the bat, she could tell that she was a tramp, especially with the pound of make up, fake lashes, and ratty strands of extensions that hung from her horribly dyed black hair.

"Dr. Pepper's fine." Alex said as he continued to look through the menu. "Wonderful choice, my favorite!" Natasha then unwillingly focused her attention on Rachel, "And you?" Her cheerful tone left as quickly as it came, "Water with lemon please." Rachel gave her a smug look, as if trying to tell her that there was no point.

Natasha quickly wrote down the drinks and looked back to Alex, "If you need anything sweetie, just call me." She said before walking away. Rachel rubbed her temples, ready to choke a bitch. "Wow our waitress is really nice." Alex said nonchalantly, still looking over the menu.

It was just like him not to notice girls flirting with him. But Rachel knew that she wasn't his type; Alex preferred a homey type of girl, not girls that were found on a VH1 dating reality show. "Oh yeah, she's just wonderful." The blonde made no effort to hide the distaste in her voice. Looking up from his menu, Alex gave her a confused look, "…did I miss something?"

"Oh not much, just our waitress practically drooling over you." Rachel finally picked up her menu and looked over her choices. "Wait, really? I didn't even see what she looked like…oh wait, is that her?" Alex spotted the girl heading towards their table holding drinks. "She looks…"

"Used." Rachel finished for him.

"Here you go!" Natasha said, gently putting down Alex's drink, while she shoved the water towards Rachel. "Have you guys decided?" Alex looked at Rachel, who just nodded, and both of them placed their orders. Natasha repeated them back, before taking it back to the kitchen, leaving Rachel staring daggers into her back.

"So how are you liking being Divas champ, eh?" Alex broke her out of her death glare.

"It really gives me a sense of accomplishment, but I didn't realize how much of an uproar there'd be with the internet fans." Rachel shrugged before taking a sip of her water.

"Yeah, they can be pretty annoying. But I mean for the most part, they're just a bunch of losers criticizing you for something they can never do. I wouldn't think too much of it…oh speaking of the internet, did you read the latest dirt sheet about us?" Rachel nodded, unsure of what rumor he was talking about. "Apparently we're going through so marital problems. 'Sources' backstage say we've gotten into a lot of heated exchanges, and that at one point you slapped me."

"I slapped you? Lets be honest, you probably deserved it." Rachel laughed, but quickly scowled as she saw their waitress come with their food. "Oh yay. Trailer trash Barbie is back."

"Hey you! I hope you enjoy this hot, juicy burger, I made sure the cooks took extra special care of you!" Natasha smiled, unaware of the lipstick smudged on her teeth. "Thanks." Alex said, letting the allusions go over his head, quickly digging in for his cheese fries. She then put Rachel's food in front of her, before focusing back on Alex.

"So is this your guy's first date? Hopefully it's not from one of those dating sites, I heard those don't usually work out." Rachel's jaw dropped, shocked at how blunt this girl was being. Before Alex could answer she quickly cut in.

"Actually, we're married." Rachel boldly annunciated the last word, "Funny story really. We met when I was training to be a professional wrestler, he watched me as I kicked a bunch of girl's asses everyday." Natasha glared at Rachel, willing to accept this challenge.

"Really? You don't look like a professional wrestler." She said with attitude, clearly not believing her.

"Oh, but sweetie, I really am. In fact, take out your bedazzled iPhone and look up 'Rachel Jackson,' try not to get too distracted by my MAXIM cover, which is on newsstands now by the way." Natasha rolled her eyes, but did as she was told. Her eyes widened at the search results, amazed at the truth behind Rachel's story.

Alex's eyes went back and forth to each girl, stuffing his face with more food as the confrontation started to heat up. Before Natasha could speak, Rachel cut her off, "And Natalie-" "It's Natash-" "Whatever, how about you do your job as our waitress, because quite frankly watching your futile attempts to flirt with my husband are a little embarrassing. Seriously, save yourself the trouble." Natasha left Rachel one last glare, before returning to the back.

"That was seriously the hottest thing ever." Alex wore a huge grin as he stared at his wife.

***

A different waiter brought them their bill, and Alex paid it. Quickly he got up, pulling Rachel's chair out, and held her hand as they exited the restaurant. She smiled as he put his arm around her, but gave him a loving kiss on the cheek in front of their waitress. Rachel turned her head and gave Natasha a wink before heading out, pissing her off even further.

They continued to walk aimlessly throughout the shopping center, looking through all the different clothing stores. Rachel noticed a toy store in the vicinity and started to ponder their future together. "How much longer do you think you'll be with WWE?" Rachel asked, "Is it something you see yourself doing until you get older?"

Alex thought to himself for a second before answer. "I figured I'd leave when you left to be honest."

"Really? Why?"

"Wrestling's great. And I love it, but the only reason I put up with the shit backstage is to look out for you and I'm pretty sure they know that, hence the recent push we're getting. Besides it's not really something I can see myself doing long term. I don't think I'll look good in my shorts when I'm 50." He laughed.

"But it just kind of baffles me, just the power they think they have over us. Like ever since they found out that your brother is 'THE' Nick Jackson, founder of 'Sound Off Records', they've been trying to associate themselves with his label. It's embarrassing. And you know how I've been doing a bunch of covers and releasing them on iTunes?"

Rachel nodded, "Well, they seem to think that they have a right to part of that profit. It's absolutely irritating. I hate how they think that they control every aspect of my life, but like I said, I only put up with their shit, just to make sure they don't try and screw you over."

She gave him another kiss on the cheek as she moved in closer to him, taking in his scent. "I love you." Alex held her tighter, "I love you too." He said, kissing her forehead.

"That's good to know though. I mean obviously my time is limited, since I'm a Diva, so who knows how long my shelf life is. But I wouldn't want to be there for more than 5 or 6 years. There's only so much our bodies can take you know? And obviously you know this, but I really, really want kids." Rachel said, as they passed by the toy store.

"We'd make some pretty awesome parents too." Alex smiled at the thought. "I'd be the cool guitar playing dad, who was in some famous band and you'd be my hot wife."

"Oh thank you for the wonderful identifier." Rachel laughed, playfully slapping his arm.

"It's true!"

"I'm glad we both want the same things though. Like I know I've always wanted kids, but ever since seeing Nick hold Nikki in his arms, I just want it even more."

"How are they doing by the way?" Alex asked.

Kaitlyn and Nick had recently moved to Seattle, mostly because his parents wanted to be closer to Nikki and of course Kaitlyn. But they still kept her house in Laguna Beach, as a second home.

"They're fine. My parents can't get enough of Nikki, and Nick was telling me how they never sleep anymore, but he's happy. The happiest he's ever been." She said with a smile.

"Kaitlyn too." Alex chimed in.

"That little girl is going to be spoiled rotten. First she has us, then my parents, and don't get me started on Foxy and Kylie."

"Right? Oh. I just literally had the worst thought." Alex's look of dishevelment worried Rachel. "What if we had a daughter, and Foxy and Deryck had a son?" He put a hand through his hair, afraid of the outcome.

"Well then, I'd say a chastity belt would be in order." Rachel laughed as she watched Alex nod his head vigorously.

The two kept on discussing random possibilities of the future as they made their way to Alex's Scion. He leaned on the side of his car, while Rachel pressed her body against his 6'3 frame, her wedged heels giving her enough height to reach his lips without much effort. "We should go on dates more often." She suggested in between kisses.

"I agree." He gave her a goofy grin, "You're the best date ever…next time though, can you beat up the waitress? I've never seen you so feisty before, in fact I think we should go practice having kids!"

"Alex!" Rachel buried her head in his chest, and even though she didn't say it out loud, she was quite eager to get to practicing.