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Steve listened to Eddie, and remained silent after he posed the question. He was quiet for so long, that one might even think that he was opting not to answer at all. But after giving his response the consideration that it deserved, Steve finally spoke.
"I don't believe I've ever been so certain about anything in my life," his lengthy silence hadn't been spent determining whether he was actually positive about his choice or not, it had been time to reflect on major decisions he'd made in the past, and if any of them were such sure things as this impending marriage. "I'll admit that when the epiphany hit me, that I wanted to spend my life with Trish, I was..." Scared? Did Blackman want to acknowledge that openly? That he'd been afraid? "I was scared," Eddie wouldn't judge him, so he went ahead, "I never thought I'd feel that strongly for someone. Even for the few years I was with Minna, even after Minna gave birth the our kids, the only reason the thought of marriage entered my brain was because of the fact that she was the mother to my off-spring. And still, I never brought it up, and shrugged it off whenever she did. I never sought out a ring, or researched when and where I'd ask her to be my wife. There's no doubt that I loved her, however, the love wasn't deep."
Blackman fiddled with one of the buttons on his shirt, opening and closing it, absentmindedly.
"After Minna did what she did, and sealed the fate of our relationship, I would've bet against me ever becoming close to another woman romantically," for all of Steve's toughness, he was in fact quite sensitive. That was something many didn't, and would never, know about him. "The love I have with Trish is profound. I actually fought it for a while. She got me, though," Steve puffed out a chuckle. "And it was so easy once I stopped fighting it. Trish is everything."
He hadn't planned on going into that much detail, and he could probably talk all night about it.
"Anyway, yes. I'm certain."
Steve cleared his throat and watched the city pass as they rode along to their destination.
"What does it make you feel when you're apart of these things? Bachelor parties, weddings?"
He knew that Eddie had had his fair share of heartaches, one of the more recent ones, Steve had witnessed up close and personally. He wondered if these occasions were downers for Eddie or not.
"Fine fine," Steve said, stepping around him, "Let's just get this over with."
He stopped at the door and took out his cellphone, glancing at it to see what time it was, and also if his fiancee had messaged or called. She hadn't. Steve was took old to be worried what Trish and her girlfriends were up to. No doubt, they'd arrived at the Chippendale's show, and if the show hadn't started yet, then it was about to.
"This bachelor party is more for the guys' sakes than mine," Blackman continued to lightly protest. Sure he enjoyed a beautiful female as much as the next man, however, there was something classes about this type of woman. The type who would take her clothes off for the enjoyment of strange men. Although, when he thought about it, his own fiancee had done that to a different degree, herself. Between her risque fitness modeling, and the numerous lingerie and bikini matches she'd been obligated to take part in, among other things, during her time with the WWE, had Trish been that far removed from the world that Steve and Eddie were about to step into?
There was a reason Steve had such a strong distaste for something plenty of other men would get off on, but the reason would remain a secret that Steve would take to his grave.