Just A Dream

With the beaming sun, peeking through the blinds of the window. The Boise Belle, known as Torrie Wilson Cena smiled to herself while she felt the sun shine on her light golden hair.

"Gazing out at the sun again" She heard a deep voice say.

Torrie turned around to see her husband standing there.

"Well it's been a while since we've had this much sun" Torrie spoke with a smile, at John.

"I can just stare out of the window for ages" Torrie added, before she turned her head back to the window feeling the sunshine on her smooth skin of her face.

"I can see that." John said with a chuckle.

Torrie continued to stare out the window, before she whipped around to face John.

"What? I love the summer when the sun is shining it's lovely" Torrie spoke with a smile.

John just nodded his head with a slight chuckle.

"I would so love to be on a beach right now," Torrie moaned while she felt the sun peek on her blonde hair at the back.

"When are you going to stop moaning about a beach?" John asked.

Torrie looked at John.

"Sorry I just being at the beach, best way to relax" Torrie spoke.

"There's a pool outside, sunbath out there" John said.

"Haha honey not the same thing" Torrie spoke with a grin across the face.

"Why not? still the same sun" John shrugged.

Torrie stuck her hand in the fridge, from the shelve she got a small bottle of Jack Daniels out. "I'm fine here," Torrie grinned, she walked to John.

"Here you go," Torrie extended the bottle to John.

He looked at the bottle then Torrie, and wondered what she's up too.

"What are you up to?" John asked.

"Why do you think I'm always up to something?" Torrie asked.

"Simple because it's you," John said eying Torrie.

"Well there's no catch, we're staying in tonight so drink as much as you want, well don't get drunk I mean" Torrie spoke.

"No fun in that," John muttered, "Oww," John whined when Torrie smacked him on the back of the head.

Torrie just grinned at him before she went into the living room. John held the bottle in his hand. He went to open the bottle, but then he saw the small White Maltese walk in the kitchen.

She went up to John, wanting attention they had become really attached over the past month.

John smiled as he picked Chloe up.

"Hey Chloe." John said.

Chloe happily stayed in John's arms. He kissed her on the head before he looked out for Torrie.

"Okay, okay I'll give you treats if you don't tell mommy okay?"

Chloe barked with her answer.

"Good girl," John spoke, he sat Chloe down on the floor and then got a handful of treats out of Chloe's jar and put them on the floor for Chloe to have.

"John, you aren't feeding Chloe are you?" Torrie asked in the other room with supisicion in her voice.

"Of course I'm not." John said.

"Really?" Torrie spoke.

"Of course not," John lied with a nervous look on his face. He lowered his eyes down to see Chloe eating quite slowly.

"Chloe eat faster." John whispered.

Chloe slid a treat in her mouth.

"Chloe seriously daddy's gonna be in trouble...if you..eat faster"

"John," Torrie spoke.

His head shot up, and tried not to show it but brushed the treats away. "Hey honey,"

"I thought you said you weren't feeding Chloe," Torrie eyed him with a grin.

"No, no I wasn't...I....."

Chloe followed the treats he had hidden away from Torrie. Torrie's eyes lowered down, before she looked at John.

"For once, Chloe help me out" John muttered.

"Uh..huh, Chloe come here sweetie" Torrie walked and bent down to pick up her small white maltese.

Stroking the fluffy white hair, the colour of snow, Torrie held her precious puppy in her hand.

"She's going through...that stage, you know she needs something to make her feel better" John tried to say to Torrie.

"John she's been fed 4 times today" Torrie spoke.

"So?" John asked.

"So no more, she's gonna look like a blown up balloon soon" Torrie spoke.

"But very cute balloon," John spoke scratching Chloe by the ears.

"John, no more she's gonna be the dog version of GarField" Torrie playfully warned John.

"Well at least people will know she's being fed, well looked after" John said, Chloe looked at John and struggled in Torrie's hand wanting to be with John

"Not feeding her is cruel." John said.

"Chloe has been trained, she knows she's allowed certain amounts of food not loads of treats" Torrie spoke.

"Like me, she has her way to get what she wants, don't you baby?" Torrie babytalked her precious puppy.

John sneakily gave Chloe the treat he was hiding in his hand.

"John Cena!" Torrie gasped.

"What?" John asked acting innocent.

What? did I just say to you no more!" Torrie spoke.

She put down Chloe, the small white maltese stayed by John.

"Now give all the treats you have been hiding.." Torrie spoke holding her hand out in front of her husband with a "Now" look across her face.

"What treats?" John asked acting clueless.

Torrie eyed John, placing her hands on her hips.

"I'm gonna...go watch Tv," John trailed off turning his body away from anything but his beautiful wife.

"John Cena" Torrie spoke in a assertive tone.

John stopped in his tracks.

"Hand them over," Torrie spoke.

"Hand what over?" John asked.

"The treats you're hiding," Torrie spoke.

"I'm not hiding a thing." John said.

Really?" Torrie folded her arms as she eyed John.

"Of course," John spoke. He walked, and loads of treats fell on the floor, then Chloe darted over and started munching on them.

John stared frozen, while Torrie just swirled her tongue lowering her eyes down at the treats on the floor.

"No...bad dog..." John spoke trying to avoid Torrie's look.