WWE
Pairing: Christian/Melony/Shane Helms
Genre: Romance/Drama/Angst/Hurt
Rated: Mature for language and adult situations
Prompt provided by MU and the mini-binder
Summary: Christian returns to WWE only to find himself facing the woman he left behind-and the child he never knew he had.
Melony walked the backstage area of the arena her cup of coffee in one hand, cell phone in the other. It was early in the day and the wrestlers wouldn't be arriving for at least another couple of hours. She always relished her time backstage before the fury of half-naked men in tights pulled her in different directions.
She sat down at her makeshift desk taking a sip of her coffee before opening up her day planner. Her new title as publicist was quiet a change from being the former women's champion. A title she gave up when she found out she was pregnant. Vince had assured her that she could pick up where she left off as soon as she was ready to return but Melony wanted a change after her daughter was born and Stephanie Mc Mahon had suggested she take over as the publicist for the entire roster.
It was a role that suited her very well. Her schedule was enough to keep her busy, too busy to think and flexible enough that she could be home with Brielle most of the week. Thankfully, a lot of her work could be done from anywhere as long as she had her trusty day planner and cell phone.
She leaned back in her chair bringing the cup of hot liquid to her lips. Before she could even swallow the contents, Stephanie brought her a stack of papers and laid them in front of her.
"And a hearty hello to you to Steph."
Stephanie fell into a chair across from Mel. "Sorry, but I've been trying to get everything in order for you before I leave. There are all the appearances, interviews and shoots for the next two weeks."
"Anything good?" Mel asked curiously, as she thumbed through a stack of memos.
Steph glanced at her watch before shaking her head. "No, just the usual. Divas doing their usual shoot. Batista on the cover of a muscle magazine and a bunch of interviews."
Mel wrote some notes in her planner and highlighted certain dates. She was well aware of Stephanie's eyes boring a hole in her. "What?" Mel dropped her pen and faced Steph knowing what was on Steph's mind.
"You have heard that dad is trying to get him back haven't you?"
Mel nodded. "I've heard rumors."
"It's almost a done deal Mel. What are you going to do?"
Mel shut her planner, grabbed her cell phone and stood to leave. "I don't know Stephanie! What would you have me do? Call him up almost a year later and tell him what a mistake he made, how I haven't been able to get over him and that he has a six month old baby girl?"
Stephanie stood not backing down from the fiery redhead that she considered a friend. "No, not exactly like that. However, you might want to consider calling him. Damn it he has a right to know!"
Melony gritted her teeth. She had heard the same story for the past year. And while only a select few of her closest friends knew about the identity of Brielle's father they all had made sure she never forgot how incredibly stupid she was being by keeping her pregnancy and the birth a secret. Melony let out a sign trying to fight back the urge to scream.
"You have made it a point to tell me that on a weekly basis Steph. And while I appreciate your concern I would appreciate it even more if you would butt out."
Steph threw her hands up in defeat. "Fine. But it's not going to get any easier."
Melony walked away under the pretense of needing to talk to Dave about his upcoming magazine shoot. She waved Stephanie off as she practically ran to catch up with Dave.
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Melony had finished her meetings with Dave, Lita, Torrie and Lilian Garcia and decided she would call the others on her list when she got home since all she really needed was to remind them where they needed to be and when. She gathered up her things and started towards the exit when she bumped into the last person she wanted to see right now.
"Hey Mel, where are you headed in such a hurry?" Edge asked as he stood between her and the door.
She shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "I'm trying to get home."
"How's Brielle? You haven't brought her around lately."
Mel laughed nervously. "She's doing well. Growing up too fast, the usual." She caught herself babbling and was desperate to get away from Edge's suspicious gaze. She knew why she no longer brought Brielle around and she was starting to suspect Edge knew as well. The little girl was the spitting imagine of her father. Brielle, who friends and family called Elle for short, had a head full of strawberry blonde curls, piercing blue eyes and those lips. Oh, those lips were definitely her father's lips.
Edge studied her carefully. He could tell she was hiding something and he had his guess, not that he would ever mention it to her. "We miss seeing little bit around. You should bring her next time we are near Norfolk."
Mel nodded. "Yeah sure thing. Well, I really need to get home."
Before she could brush past the tall Canadian, he reached out and gently grabbed her arm. "Mel, if the offer is right he's coming back. He misses you, you know. He never got over you either."
Edge dropped her arm and waited for her to leave. Nevertheless, she stood planted before him her eyes downcast. "I miss him too." She whispered before turning and practically running out of the building.
