Disclaimer: I only own Rylee Colasanti. All lyrics used in this story belong to Kaci Brown, Paula DeAnda and Nikki Flores or anyone else I state in future chapters. I do not own John Cena, Dave Bautista, Randy Orton, or any other celebrity used in this story.

Stand by Me

She slipped her spiral bound notebook into her carry on before grabbing the bag and her purse. As she slid the two possessions to her shoulder, she stepped away from her seat and started off of the plane.

Once she made it to the terminal, she pulled on the Red Sox baseball cap adorning her chocolate and honey locks. She tried her best to be discreet as she searched the area for her father. To her, it should have been easy to find him. Exotic looks. Six foot five, and roughly two hundred and ninety pounds. He more than likely would have fans surrounding him.

But she just couldn't find him. Until he found her. Dressed in a white wife beater, white sweatpants and a black hat, Dave Bautista stood from the bench he was seated in to see his nineteen year old daughter in a search for him. "Arella."

A smirk took over her lips as her middle name slid out of her father's mouth. Whenever she wanted to just be Rylee Arella Colasanti-Bautista, that was what he called her. Arella meant angel in Hebrew, something the thirty-nine year old always saw his first born as. His little angel. So much so, that in Kenji script, her father's nickname for her was inscribed on his left arm.

Dave took his daughter's bag from her, leaving her with just her purse as the two started towards the baggage claim. Rylee slipped on a pair of designer sunglasses from her purse as they walked to help her disguise. She would usually be found wearing a very stylish outfit, even just to go shopping with friends in Los Angeles, but today she toned it down with navy blue Victoria's Secret Pink pants and a solid black zip up sweatshirt.

"So, Dad, how's the road?"

"Not bad. I could ask you the same thing."

To this she nodded with a smile crossing her features. "It's amazing. MTV just picked up the new single. Last one off of this album."

As they neared the baggage claim, Rylee started towards the exit as Dave slid in to grab her bag. The two always worked like that to save time. Dave met back up with his eldest child to head towards his rental.

The ride to the hotel was pretty quiet, until Rylee's newest single hit the airwaves.

"And this is the newest single from the also single Rylee Colasanti. This will be the last single off of her debut album, Footprints on My Heart. Here's When it Was Me."

Rylee couldn't help the smile crossing her lips as she began to lip the words along with her voice. Dave turned the volume up by a lot as his face lit up into a smile similar to his daughter's. "Arella, you're doin' big things now."

As the singer nodded, the song faded into the next on the play list. "It's unbelievable, Daddy. I kind of wish I didn't wait so long to really get into the business."

"Ry, you're nineteen years old. You have the rest of your life to live, and to run the music business."

She couldn't fight him on that. He really did have a point. The only thing she hated was that she was compared to the younger teenagers such as Miley Cyrus and Demi Lovato. "I guess, so." It wasn't that she didn't like the girls; she had met the lather backstage at a benefit concert, but they were completely different from her.

Dave pulled the rental into the hotel parking lot and the twosome took no time in gathering her bags and heading inside. The younger of the two headed towards the receptionist's desk to check in and get her key. "Dave!" The father-daughter duo turned to where the voice came from to see Randy Orton and John Cena starting towards them. "Is that Miss Ry-Ry?"

Rylee only smirked in Randy's direction as she placed her purse to the counter and her carry-on to the floor before bounding into Randy's awaiting arms. "How are you, Stud?"

"Same shit, different day." Rylee couldn't help but nod. "What about you, Stunner? I feel like I see you everywhere now."

The shortest of the four shrugged. "I feel like I am everywhere now. But I love it." The young brunette turned her attention to the man standing with Randy. She knew who he was. It was like every time that she turned the TV on to watch her father, she saw the two men standing in front of her. "Rylee Colasantio-Bautista." Rylee stuck her hand out to shake John's, to which he did.

"John Cena." Rylee tried her hardest to not get caught up in his sea blue eyes or dimples, and slyly turned away from the West Newbury native. "Randy wasn't kiddin' when he said he knew the hottest new act on the pop scene."

Her father caught on to her sudden silence, something that usually came when people brought up her level of fame. To her, she was still the girl that grew up in the Boston suburbs with her mother, step-father, and three siblings who spent weekends at her father's in Washington D.C. with his family. "According to Ry, she's 'not that popular,'" Dave stated, using air quotes to quote his daughter.

Randy just shook his head in Rylee's direction, who just shrugged. "But ma, you're hot out there right now."

Rylee tried to stifle a laugh and ended up biting her lip to try to stop. "Did you really just call me 'ma'?"

When John flicked his eyebrows in her direction, Rylee licked her lips and shook her head. "Maybe."

"That's a first, huh Rando?" The St. Louis native just smirked in his friend's direction as he rested his arm on the counter. Rylee turned to her father who was trying to stifle a yawn. "Well boys, we're goin' to head upstairs and catch up. I'm here for a couple of days, so we should hang out tomorrow night, Stud. You can bring pa with you if you want," she offered with a slight laugh.

"Sounds good. Sam's with me and she's been dying to see you, Stunner." Rylee nodded and gave Randy a hug before waving to John and stepping away with Dave.

As the two stepped into the elevator, Rylee let her head fall back against the wall and let out a sigh. "Sure you want to do that, Ry?" When Rylee slightly rolled her head to the side to look at her father, she raised an eyebrow. "You know how Kevin gets." The shorter brunette shrugged. "He can be a hard-ass sometimes. Well most of the time, especially when you hang out with people a lot older than you."

"I don't care, dad. It's my life, not Kev's."

"Arella, I hope you know what you're getting yourself into with him."

Rylee just rolled her chestnut eyes and once the elevator doors opened, she started off towards her hotel room. With her father hot on her tails, she retrieved her key card from her pocket and slid the door open.

The nineteen year old placed her black leather Betsey Johnson bag to the floor along with her duffle bag and sat on the bed. As she pulled her legs up underneath her, she saw her father step into the room.

"So how's Mel?" she asked, referring to her father's wife Melania.

"Getting bigger by the day," he replied, a bright smile intact. With three daughters by the age of forty, Dave wasn't sure if he could handle one more child. Granted, he became a parent for the first time at the age of twenty-one, he knew he could raise another child. But with a seven year old and a ten year old already with Melania, they weren't sure about one more child.

But when his wife told him they were expecting -- again -- Dave was excited. And anxious. It was weird for Rylee to have another sibling at the age of nineteen. Avery Marie had just turned ten, and Naomi Jeanne was on her way to her seventh birthday. "You're going to be fine, Dad."

Dave only shrugged. "I'm too old for this shit again, Ari."

Again, Rylee rolled her eyes. "Just because it's been a few years since you've had a baby around doesn't mean you can't do it again, Dad."

"Ry, it's been too long and I'm gettin' too old. I'm on the road too much and--"

"Dad, will you listen to yourself? You tried pulling the 'It's been too long' card when Mel was pregnant with Avery." Dave opened his mouth, only to have his eldest child raise her hand and shake her head. "And you tried the 'Road' way of action with Naomi. Get over it, you'll be fine."

Dave gave up, understanding where his daughter was coming from, but he had his mind made up. He didn't think he could give his fourth child what they really needed with him getting up there in age and being on the road so often. "Gee, thanks, Ry."

Rylee rolled her eyes. "Always, Daddy. Just think about it. Forty is still young. Kind of." Dave flashed his daughter a sarcastic smile. "Well, this is the part where you leave 'cause I'm headin' to sleep. Long day."

Dave just nodded and started towards Rylee. He placed a kiss to her cheek before starting out of her hotel room, leaving her to get some sleep.

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