What If? II

"That's a good boy," she teased him lightly.

"Hey I've gotta be." he chuckled as he kissed her. "Night, Lace."

"Night, Punk." she returned his kiss and rested back on his chest.

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"This whole day is going WRONG." Lacy ranted to the wedding planner. "Catering's late, my dress isn't here, the stage at the venue isn't set up and my fucking bouquet isn't even here. Why am I paying you if you aren't taking care of business?" She stomped over to the door.

"I-I'm sorry, Lacy... I'm on the phone trying to get everything sorted out." The planner stammered nervously.

"Yeah well, you'd better sort it out pretty damned fast." She walked out and slammed the door, heading over to where Punk's room was. She knocked insistently on his door.

Colt answered. "Lacy? What's up?"

"I need to talk to Phil."

"I can give him the message. You're not supposed to see him until the ceremony, you know." he chuckled.

"Phil!" Lacy yelled out. What, lol.

Punk was buttoning his shirt when he heard Lacy....who sounded very stressed. He went over to the door. "What's wrong?"

"We can't do this." She frowned. "i'm calling this off."

"Uh..." he pulled her into the room. "Why not?"

"Because everything is going wrong." She wiped at her eyes, still frowning. "My dress and bouquet haven't been delivered yet, catering's nowhere to be found and the venue is only half set up. This isn't what I wanted and maybe it's just a sign that we shouldn't do this."

He sighed. "You just need to relax, Lacy. Everything is going to come out fine. There are a few things wrong, but it's not a sign that we shouldn't be doing this. Tell you what, let me go find out what's going on and I'll handle it all. Get your hair and makeup done in the meanwhile.

"I just wanted today to be perfect." She sniffled. "And it's not."

"It will be." he said as he pulled her into a hug and kissed the side of her head. "Would it make you feel better if I yelled at all the people?" he chuckled a bit. "Maybe they'll move quicker."

"...yes," she pouted and buried her head into his chest.

"Then I will." he nodded. 'In the meanwhile, go on and let me handle these people."

"Thank you, baby." She looked up at him.

"You're very welcome." he said as he kissed her. "Now, get to steppin'." he smirked.

She smiled a little and kissed him back, leaving the room.

Punk closed the door...then looked back at Colt. "I'ma have to kill people today." he said as he went to put on his shoes.

"What happened? I wasn't listening."

"Shit is all messed up and not going right." he snorted. "So now I have to yell at people to get their shit together and get moving."

"Isn't that what the wedding planner is for?" he chuckled a little.

"Well she's not moving fast enough."

"I'd hate to be the person that pissed you off." He snorted.

He snorted. "I shall return." he said and as soon as he left the room...Colt would probably hear yelling.

He also heard crying. Punk didn't have to be so mean, lol.

After a few minutes, Punk came back into the room. "Alright, everything is getting set."

"Maybe you should have been the wedding planner." He joked.