A/N: This story came to me last night and has been bothering me all day. I think you all will enjoy it I'll alternate updating between this one and My Happily Ever After. Hopefully there will be a new chapter each week for one story.

BACKGROUND: Set in present day. Hunter and Stephanie have never married nor have any kids. Aubrey is Vince and Linda's youngest daughter.

DISCLAIMER: I own no one from the WWE. I only own my characters.

CHAPTER 1: WELCOME HOME

Here I was in the middle of the JFK airport, looking like a fool, with my carry on, my purse, and my coat in one hand and trying to maneuver the luggage cart with the other.

I, Aubrey Jennifer McMahon, master multi-tasker and fool extraordinaire.

"Watch it, lady" some guy muttered as he ran past me.

"Fuck off!" I yelled, still trying to steer the luggage cart.

I gave it a tiny push and my luggage came tumbling down. More like crashing down. The sound was so loud people stopped and stared.

Of course, no one offered to help. That's too much work for Connecticut bluebloods right?

I dropped my other crap on the floor and fell on top of my luggage. I lay down face first, which happens to be my thinking position. Or my self pity position, whichever I need the most.

"Aubrey…Aubrey…."

Great, my conscience was calling me.

"Aubrey!"

I felt a gentle shake and looked up. Marissa was nudging me, a concerned look on her face.

"Marissa, God have I missed you!"

A smile of relief swept Marissa's face.

"Oh, Aubrey! We've missed you too!" Marissa said, pulling me into an embrace.

Of all my relatives, Marissa was one of my favorites.

"Marissa, do a girl a favor and help me with this wretched luggage."

Marissa threw her head back and laughed. 15 minutes and some heavy breathing later, we were on our way.

"Aubrey, Shane wanted to be here so bad when your plane landed but he couldn't get out of his meeting. He says he can't wait to see you tonight at dinner."

"I bet the boys are excited, huh?" I added with a sly grin.

Marissa rolled her eyes.

"It took everything I had to get them off to school this morning. We weren't going to tell them but Shane let it slip last night over dinner and off they went. We didn't get them to bed almost until 11p.m. and of course it took every fiber of my being to drag them out of it this morning. Once I did get them out, they tried getting out of school to come meet you at the airport."

I laughed. I adored my nephews.

"How's mom?" I asked, tentatively.

"She's good. She's a bit bummed out because of the election but she's fine. Between you and me" Marissa had lowered her voice to a whisper "I think it's for the best."

We loaded my luggage in the car and took off.

"Stephanie has a new boyfriend." Marissa said, a mile later.

"She should take stock in them" I muttered "I bet it's another wrestler too."

"One of the top stars of the WWE. Triple H."

"Who?"

"Triple H."

"Oh."

It didn't take us long to get to Marissa and Shane's apartment in Manhattan.

The bellman helped us unload the car and then load the elevator.

"Jesus, Aubrey" Marissa said, breathless "how much crap did you pack?"

"Enough to last me till I leave again" I said, wheezing.

I held the elevator while Marissa dragged the luggage out. When she opened the door, two little black blurs came running out and tackled me to the ground.

"AUNT BERRY!" Declan and Kenyon screamed in my face.

From the moment Declan could talk, he never could say Aunt Aubrey. He could pronounce every other name in history but Aubrey. So he called me Aunt Berry. By the time Kenyon could talk, the name just stuck.

"Hey boys!" I said, tickling them both.

The boys screamed in glee, begging me not to stop. "Aunt Berry!" Kenyon moaned.

"Boys!" Marissa said in her mom voice "in the apartment, now"

Declan and Kenyon knew better than not not to listen to Marissa. The boys skittered in the apartment but not before giving me kisses.

I gave Marissa a weary smile who looked exasperated.

"Boys…" she muttered.

3 hours later I was settled into the guest room, watching SpongeBob with the boys. Marissa had kicked me out of the kitchen, stating that I needed to rest after my trip.

The front door opened and closed.

"I'm home!" Shane shouted.

The boys fell off the bed and ran for the door.

"Dad! Aunt Berry is here!" Declan shouted.

"No way!" Shane shouted back.

Somewhere in the kitchen, I felt Marissa roll her eyes.

"Now where is my favorite baby sister?" Shane said, standing in the bedroom doorway.

"Right here, favorite big brother."

Shane smiled and gave me a bear hug
"Hey sis"

"Hey bro."

Shane let go and we sat on the bed.

"How's school going?"
"You're looking at Miss 3.07 GPA who happens to be graduating in May."

"Congrats, sis." Shane said smiling "are there any, uh, boyfriends I need to kill, I mean meet."

I rolled my eyes.

"No, douche bag. There's never been a boyfriend nor there ever be one. Who would ever be interested in little old me?"
"You'd be surprised. You never know, someday a boy might interested and before you know it, I'll have some little nieces running around and another dude to bar be que with on Saturdays."

I rolled my eyes but I couldn't suppress my smile.

"Whatever, toe rag."

"Anytime, nerd."

Shane started tickling me in the neck. I was paralyzed on the bed, trying not to laugh and cry at the same time.

"Dinner!" Marissa shouted mercifully from the kitchen.

"So" I said walking to the dining room "what time does the service start?"

"I think 9a.m. I know we have to be at the church for 8:30a.m." Shane said.

Dear old Uncle Pete, at the tender age of 93, was taking a stroll down 5th and Broadway in New York after dinner last Monday when he decided to bring home a high roller prostitute.

The girl had no sooner taken off her bra when Uncle Pete got an erection and then died of a heart attack.

The coroner said that Uncle Pete had three blockages in his arteries. Whatever blood his heart had been pumping was sent to his dick when he got the erection. The coroner said it was only a matter of time until Uncle Pete died anyway, prostitute or no prostitute.

I thought the circumstances were pretty funny but other family members didn't. Shane could barely keep from laughing when he told me over the phone a week ago. He said he wanted to go the same way as Uncle Pete, minus the prostitute.

In all things said, I couldn't blame him.

It wasn't going to take much to get the boys into bed-Declan's head bobbled all through dinner and Kenyon had fallen asleep at the table twice already.

"Marissa, I'll bathe the boys" I said, getting up from the table.

An hour later Shane, Marissa, and I reconvened in the den. The boys had bathed, brushed their teeth, and were asleep before I even opened a bedtime story.

Marissa made a pot of coffee and brought in some almond cookies.

We reminisced about Uncle Pete for a few minutes until the subject turned over to business…and family.

"Shane, how's the new job going?" I asked, grabbing another cookie.

"It's going well. It's different than working with mom, dad, and Stephanie."

"I bet it is. Dad not breathing down your neck or Stephanie bitching. Speaking of the slut, Marissa tells me she has a new boyfriend."

"Oh yea, Triple H. Well, everyone calls him Hunter. He's one of dad's top wrestlers. He's nice. He's one of the guys I miss over there."

I held back a snort. I despised wrestling but I always held my tongue on the matter out of respect and love for Shane.

"Aubrey?"

"Hmmm?"

"Listen, dad and Stephanie don't know you're coming tomorrow. Mom does and she can't wait to see you. Just…just go easy on dad and Stephanie, ok?"

I shifted in my seat.

"I'll be cordial to them if they approach me but I won't go out of my way to talk to them."

Shane let out the breath he had been holding.

"Good." The grandfather clock in the hall chimed ten times.

"Holy crap, its ten o'clock already? We better head to bed it's going to be a long day tomorrow."

Shane kissed me on the head and bade me goodnight. Marissa started picking up the dishes. I got up to help her.

"Oh no, don't worry about it, Aubrey" Marissa whispered "you're going to need your wits about you tomorrow."

I told Marissa goodnight and went to bed.

I needed all the sleep I could get.

Tomorrow would be the first time I had seen my father, Vincent Kennedy McMahon, in nearly 4 years.

A/N: Reviews, please!