Married to the Beast // Brock Lesnar ●COMPLETE●

Chapter 4

"Brock seriously? I can carry my own bags!" I laughed as I followed him in.

"You can but you don't have to" he called back.

"I'm glad to see they cleaned up the place after they left..." He said as he dropped the bags in the foyer.

I looked around before sitting on the couch.

"I'm sure they wouldn't want to deal with the Beast once he discovered they left his lair a mess"

I teased as I yawned out letting my head fall back on the arm of the chair.

He leaned on the back of the couch gazing down at me as I laid down staring back into the blue orbs of the man I loved.

"Lair?" He smirked at the name for his home.

That smirk still had a way of making me melt , as did all of Brock's facial expressions when it wasn't a glare.

His smile and his laughing were the best of course as it was the rare occasion you actually realized that my Beast had dimples and his blue eyes had a gleam and the slight lines appeared around it making them seem almost close so that those blue orbs were hidden from me .

"Kenz..." He raised his eyebrow and I remembered that we were talking about something and I felt my cheeks heat up .

"Uhm Yeah that's what Paige calls it" I shrugged and he shook his head as he knew I was getting lost in him but he wouldn't acknowledge it.

My husband was too shy for that..

"Well I guess she'll be calling it the Beauty and the Beast's Lair now" he winked as he went to close the door.

I smiled and then looked around at our home.

I noticed there were more pictures above the fire place accompanying our one we took at Jimmy John's.

Which Jimmy had given to us an engagement gift.

It was very different from the first time I visited his home.I mean it was always a cosy house but seeing the pictures made me sure I hadn't been in a daze, that everything was real.

I was McKenzie Lesnar married to Brock Lesnar ..

There was a black and white one of him and I as we danced at the wedding while my eyes were staring into his..

We simply took random pictures on that day as Brock hated taking it so there wasn't really any need for a photographer.

While I would have wanted thousands of it, I knew he didn't like it so I wouldn't have forced him to even though I knew he would do it for me.

"When did those get there?" I asked as I got up and walked to stare at it closely.

I felt his arms wrap around my waist from behind pulling me tightly against him which caused me to giggle a bit as I hadn't realized he was that close.

He kissed my cheek briefly as he rested his chin on my shoulder.

"Well you didn't think I was going to have Paul do absolutely nothing while we were away did you?"

"The poor man, what does he get out of this friendship?"

"He gets to call the Beast his best friend"
I rolled my eyes and he chuckled into my ear .

I smiled at the other one.

It was a picture with all of us at the wedding smiling brightly. Seeing Brock smile that bright was rare I guess, especially in pictures.

I recalled when I was in his parents home in most of the pictures I had looked at he held a blank face.

"Where did Brock go?" I asked as we we were at his parents house for the day and I had fallen asleep thanks to jet lag and when I woke my Beast was gone.