THE FIGHT OF THEIR LIVES
Chapter 1
Lita was sitting on her front porch, enjoying her well-earned two week long vacation. She was not thinking about the WWE, her painful break-up from Edge, or her tumultuous past.
She was dressed in blue jeans, a pink cotton top, and no shoes. She enjoyed it when she got to lay around and think of absolutely nothing. Deciding to take a small nap, she went inside to her room. It was decorated in a garden them; the walls were a soft, pastel purple, with a six inch wide floral border along the middle of the wall, stretching the perimeter of the room. Her bed was a gift she bought for herself, a new bed for a new beginning after her divorce from Kane. She kept her belongings in storage while she and Kane were married. After her affair with Edge became public, she retrieved her furniture-- everything except her bed—which she gave to Goodwill. The new bed was a four-poster and a king size, decorated with a floral print bedding set she had specially made, holding four pillows, ten throw pillows in various floral prints and calming, soft colors.
Once climbing in the giant bed, Lita drifted off to a deep sleep. She woke up two hours later feeling so good, she decided to go for a run. After changing into her running clothes and shoes, she did her usual stretches and warm-up routine. She jogged down the steps leading from the front porch to her drive way. She jogged to the side walk, took a left and jogged deeper into her neighborhood. The neighborhood she chose to live in when she moved out of Kane's house was shockingly similar to the one Kane lived in. She decided she enjoyed this type of community and found a two story home boasting four bedrooms, two full and one half bathrooms, with a full keeps her weights and equipment. She was thankful her basement was a walk out or she probably would have had to join a gym instead of having a home gym at her disposal. She waved and smiled at neighbors who were out in their yards, walking their dogs, or play with their children. She tried not to notice young children tried to block them out of her mind. She would lay in her massive bed at night and cry for her son, wishing she could have him back, not caring it would mean still being married to Kane.
Kane.
The Big Red Machine.
"God!" she thought, "Why can't I stop thinking about him? He was a stupid mistake. I should've married Matt and passed the baby off as his." She immediately regretted the selfish thoughts. No matter how it all came to pass, Kane was still the father of her baby; he deserved to know.