Stuck

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I own Jamie. I wish I owned the others. Life just isn't fair.

A/N: So, here's my new story. This chapter doesn't really get into the good stuff, just mostly backstory with some interaction towards the end. I hope you get a little interested at least. I'm still writing the other two stories, and I'm not going to abandon them...well...I'm having a little writer's block that I'm trying to work through on "No Getting Over You" but "Firecracker" is gonna have a new chapter up within the next hour or so. So, anyways, I hope you like it. Please let me know if you're interested in having me post the next chapter. Thanks! :o)

Jamie was far from happy to be attending the evening's Monday Night Raw taping in Missouri. She glanced in her rearview mirror at her daughter, who was out like a light in her car seat. The last place anyone should be bringing their five month old baby girl was to a wrestling event, but her brother had stubbornly insisted that since he hadn't seen his young niece in two months, she had to bring her along for the visit. Normally, it wouldn't seem like such a raw deal…no pun intended. But Madison's father was also going to be present at the taping. That was the main issue Jamie had with being there. She knew it wasn't going to be the fun time she was hoping it could be because she was going to spend the majority of the evening avoiding him at all costs.

Jamie Orton was twenty-five years old. She was very close to her big brother, Randy, his wife Samantha and their two-year old daughter Alanna. At 5'4" and 120 pounds, Jamie was much smaller than her brother, and while she had spent five years in the WWE, she'd been gone for almost a year and a half. Once she found out that she was pregnant and her boyfriend was banging a certain blonde French-Canadian Diva, she left the company.

Madison, Jamie's daughter, looked exactly like her father. She had the same blue eyes and her hair, though it was still very, very short, was blonde, just like his. Jamie had hazel eyes and long dark brown hair, so clearly the obvious features weren't inherited from her mother, though she did have some other facial features mirroring her mother's. Jamie had managed to lose her baby weight quite quickly, seeing as she only gained thirty pounds, which managed to be shed between working out and breast feeding. Now, the only change in her body was the fact that her breasts were larger, and she was about five pounds lighter than she was before she was even pregnant.

Jamie loved her daughter more than anything on the entire earth. But she also couldn't stand even the thought of being near Madison's father. He hadn't put even the slightest effort in helping her out when she was pregnant, nor did he show any interest in being the baby's father after Madison was already born. He hadn't even met her, which was precisely why Madison's last name was Orton. No point in giving her Michael Mizanin's last name, when he was nothing more than a deadbeat dad.

Glancing at the clock, Jamie saw it was 3:06 already. She was supposed to be at the arena six minutes ago, but it'd be at least another ten until she'd actually get there. Jamie had managed to avoid attending any events where she would have to run into Mike for the past nine months. The last time that she had to deal with the stress of running into her ex, she was five months pregnant. Tonight, she just prayed she could avoid the object of her aversion, though with his recent push, she doubted that it was going to happen.

Jamie knew she had to look good, just in case, and had opted to wear a pair of flattering dark denim shorts, along with a black v-neck fitted top that revealed just enough of her cleavage to make Mike drool, should she have to see him. Her hair was down, her makeup was flawless. She was prepared to ignore mike and hopefully make him feel like shit, if she had to see him at all, which she really didn't want to, but there was no harm in being prepared.

As she pulled into the parking lot, Jamie parked next to Randy's rented Ford Explorer. Since he'd brought Sam and Alanna on the road with him, she hasn't seen her sister-in-law or niece much, which was hard for her to deal with because they were very close and spent as much time together as possible.

Jamie got out of her 2010 Honda CRV, grabbed her bag and Madison's diaper bag. She went into the backseat and carefully unlocked the baby's car seat from the seat. Jamie pulled the baby in the seat out and shut the door. She opened the trunk and pulled out the stroller frame. Jamie put the carrier down and set up the stroller. She locked the carrier into the stroller and put the diaper bag in the holder underneath the baby. Jamie shut the trunk and locked the doors. She pushed the stroller through the parking lot, to the entrance of the venue, where she met with security, to sign in and receive her pass, allowing her to spend the evening backstage, catching up with her brother, sister in law, niece and old friends that she hadn't seen since she left the company.

Then, she pulled out her cell phone and called her brother.

"Hey," Randy's voice greeted.

"Hi. I'm here," she said.

"Where?"

"I just signed in at security."

"I'll be right there," he said. The two ended the call. Jamie waited, watching her sleeping daughter. "There you are," Randy said, walking over to his sister.

"Randy!" she called in excitement. She wrapped her arms around her brother. He kissed the top of her head.

"Hey Jame." He wrapped his arms around her tightly. The two pulled apart after a few moments. "And hello to my beautiful niece. And she's out…" he said, grinning, noticing the five month old was sleeping soundly. "Wow, she looks so much like…um…" he drifted, not wanting to mention the name that caused his little sister so much pain in the past.

"Yeah. At least he's good looking because my little girl is so beautiful," she said, gazing at the sleeping child.

"And look at you. You look great," he said.

Jamie smiled. "I've been working out like crazy," she told him.

"You planning on coming back to work?" he asked, with a smirk.

"I'm a mommy now. I can't wrestle anymore."

Randy gave her a look. "Bull. You can, and you should."

"I dunno. Coming here still feels so good, but I couldn't handle avoiding Mike on a daily basis."

"Why should you avoid him?"

"Because I don't want to see that asshole."

"He should be avoiding you if anything."

"Well, he doesn't care."

"So why should you?"

"Because I'm the one who got hurt."

"That's true."

"Whatever. If I see him, I see him. If I don't, then I don't," she replied with a careless shrug of her shoulders.

"He is here…"

Jamie rolled her eyes. "Of course he is."

"Let's go to the locker room. Sam and Alanna are there, and they can't wait to see you," he said, changing the subject.

"Oh good," she said with an enthusiastic smile. "I haven't spoken to Sam in like forever and a day."

"You were on the phone with her this morning."

"I know. That was like five hours ago. That's way too long."

Randy shook his head, with a smile on his face, as he led his sister and niece to his locker room.