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He stirred in his sleep, groaning when he realized he had a pounding headache. Also not lost on him was the fact that his tongue felt funny - all fuzzy, like a pair of old sweatsocks.
Oh, yeah... This was one helluva hangover - quite possibly the worst he'd ever experienced in his life.
Yawning groggily, Edge ran a hand through his long blond hair, then raised both arms high above his head as he stretched. And that was when he noticed the odd glint coming from his left hand.
"What the-"
The tall Canadian squinted as he brought his hand closer to his face for inspection, his green eyes widening in shock.
"What the hell...?"
He didn't know how it was possible - not when he was an actively single man without a serious girlfriend. Yet, securely wrapped around his third finger on that left hand was a ring - and not just *any* ring, but what was unmistakably an engraved gold wedding band.
His jaw dropped in shock, Edge bolted up to a sitting position in the hotel room bed. What the fuck had happened last night? He couldn't remember!
"Mmm..."
The blond man froze at the sound of the soft, feminine murmur that issued just to his right. Damn it, he hadn't even realized he wasn't alone in the bed. But he had no idea as to the identity of... He swallowed hard, the clarity of it all hitting him like a ton of bricks. As insane as it seemed, whoever it was huddled beneath the blanket at his side was his... *wife*...
Then, as though in time with his horror-filled thoughts, one of the woman's hands slipped out from under the covers. Her *left* one... Again, he swallowed hard as he dared to lean over to his right to get a quick peek, and... Sure enough, whoever she was, a matching, albeit slimmer, gold engraved band was wrapped around her ring finger.
"Oh, God!" Edge moaned, straightening up and clutching at his blond head with both hands. "What the hell have I done?!"
Another soft exclamation emerged from his wife laying beside him, and this time, from under the blanket, she rolled over. He didn't think she was awake, despite his loud outburst.
Shit... What the heck had-? And then, in a suddenly flashback, he saw himself with some mystery woman - as he still couldn't quite grasp her face - both of them more than a little drunk, bumbling around in a casino. They were in Las Vegas, the WWF's latest stopover, for RAW and the SmackDown taping and a couple of houseshows. He saw the two of them in a tiny wedding chapel, two of their friends - whose identities he also couldn't quite grasp - with them. He saw himself and his mystery woman stumbling out afterward, hysterically laughing it up.
He couldn't believe it... He had gotten together with some woman last night, and... and... *married* her! And there'd been sex, too. Oh, yeah, he could suddenly remember that, too. Good sex... No, *great* sex. At least that was a good thing. But holy cow, did they even use protection?! He still didn't know who was lying here beside him! What if she was a prostitute, or just a general slut? What if-
"Oh, God... Kill me now..."
The murmur came from *her*, and Edge's green eyes widened yet again. That voice... Crap, he recognized it. Oh, God - he knew who it was, as impossible as it seemed. In fact, the two of them had never gotten along until recently, until after his brother Christian had turned on him a viciously attacked him a couple of months back. That very night, she'd actually gone to him and been consoling and sweet, telling him how sorry she was that his own brother had so brutally turned against him. They'd spent a few hours together then, talking and becoming friends. And now...
"Aspirin... Need some aspirin..."
The blanket went down, and the woman reluctantly opened her eyes - Edge being the first sight she beheld.
And then, Lita screamed.