AUTHOR'S NOTE: This fic is the sequel to Voices in the Night. I look forward to continuing to follow the journey of these characters and hope you do, too!

CHAPTER ONE: PROLOGUE

SARAYA

They were trying again. For three years, Saraya and her wife Cayla had tried to have a baby. Saraya didn't want to carry a child, not because she had anything against kids, but because she wasn't comfortable handing over her body for nine to ten months to a demanding little parasite. Cayla was much more interested in that bit than she was. Besides, if Cayla carried the kid, Saraya could keep wrestling. She had recently become the Divas champion again and she wasn't ready to walk away from that yet. Cayla had taken time off again in the hopes that this time, things would work out.

The doctor looked kind but troubled as they entered her office. This was normal. Cayla had conceived twice before. She'd miscarried early the first time. They'd been crushed, but Cayla wasn't ready to go back to wrestling, so she took time to heal and they tried again. Four months later, she'd conceived again. That time, the poor baby had died in her womb when Cayla was five months along. Saraya knew it had broken her wife, but she also knew it only made her more determined than ever to have a baby. She had insisted they try one last time, and it had worked. Several months later, with constant check-ups, Cayla was still pregant... As of the last check-up, anyway.

"Give it to us straight, Doc," Saraya said, ready for the worst.

"It's good news," the doctor promised as she looked at the sonogram. "Cayla is six months along, and so far, the baby looks healthy."

Cayla had been refusing to look at the screen, but now she looked up. She looked like she might cry. Saraya squeezed her hand. "So, everything's alright then?"

"Yes, this little one's got a fighting spirit just like its moms."

"That's my little legacy," Saraya said proudly. "You keep kicking arse in there!" She paused. "I mean bum... Do I need to worry about not cursing in front of the kid? Because I'm bloody terrible at that."

"One of our baby's mothers is British and the other is from New York," Cayla said, finally speaking. "He or she is probably already fluent in colorful language." She smiled and Saraya marveled at how beautiful her wife was.

"Do you want to know the gender?" The doctor asked.

"No," both women said automatically. Gender made it too real. The second baby they'd lost had been a boy. Knowing that almost made it hurt worse than the miscarriage had. That baby had barely even been a concept at ten weeks, and it had still crushed them to lose him or her. The loss of their son, who they'd been debating names for, had been so painful Saraya was afraid she might lose Cayla, too.

Cayla was listening to the sound of the baby's heartbeat intensely. Saraya could tell she was trying to convince herself it was really still there. She squeezed her hand again. Everything would be alright.

CORRI

Corri was ready to get back in the ring, but circumstances wouldn't allow that just yet. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and pointed at her belly. "This is your eviction notice, Kid," she said. "We agreed on forty weeks. It's been forty-one."

A tiny ball of energy rushed toward her giggling devilishly. She scooped the toddler up in her arms, suspecting what would follow. Sure enough, her husband appeared shouting, "Keith Phoenix Orton, get back here!"

Corri saw that Randy was covered in water and soap suds. She tried not to laugh at him. "Trouble?" She asked as a bit of her laughter slipped out.

"When I said it was bath time, I didn't mean for me," Randy replied, but his anger was already melting away.

"Daddy clean!" Keith declared proudly.

Corri burst out laughing hard. Keith was grinning. Soon, Randy was laughing, too. Corri kissed their son and then kissed his father. That was when she felt moisture on her leg.

"Finally," she mumbled. Louder, she said, "It seems out little superstar is about to make his debut."

Randy looked nervous as he realized his wife was in labor. Corri wasn't nervous. She was relieved. Finally, she'd get her body back, and she'd be able to meet her second baby boy. She could hardly wait.

"I'm calling my sister. Call the Godfathers," she told him as she gathered her bag.

When they got to the hospital, her very pregnant sister and her wife were already there. As per usual, the Godfathers were running late. Keith's Godfather was Cody Runnels/Rhodes, and he was already waiting. Cayla, of course, was his Godmother.

"Cody, you're on Keith Duty," Corri said.

"Come here, Little Man," Cody said, lighting up at the sight of his Godson.

Knowing he was in good hands with Cody, Corri, Randy, Saraya, and Cayla were led to Corri's hospital room. Randy's mother, who had moved to be closer to them, was on her way. The Godfathers, who had deliberately taken gigs closer to her so they could get there on short notice, should be there soon.

As Corri felt another contraction coming, she tried to breathe through it. Natural labor might be more painful, but Corri refused any and all drugs. It was better that way. She was through putting drugs into her system and had been for a few years.

The Godfathers rushed into her room four hours later. "Did we miss it?" Matt Massie asked breathlessly.

"We drove as fast as we could!" His brother Nick followed up.

"No, boys, our Godson's taking his sweet time," Saraya reassured them, clearly taking pride in calling him that.

Corri relaxed at the sight of them. Her Bucks were here. That was all she needed. Apparently, it was all the little one needed as well, because the labor progressed quickly after that. With a final push, Corri delivered her son.

Randy was the first one to hold him. Cayla fussed over the new tiny human as the doctors weighed him, and took him from them, finally passing him to Corri.

"Handsome," Matt said.

"Like his namesakes," Corri said. "Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present to you, making his Earthly debut, weighing in at-"

"Eight pounds, four ounces," Randy supplied.

"Nicholas Matthew Orton!"

The Bucks looked at her in shock. "You... You're naming him after us?" Nick asked. He looked like he might cry.

"I wouldn't have been alive to have him if you two hadn't saved my life," she reminded them.

Matt immediately Too Sweeted the baby. "Just don't teach him to say 'suck it,'" Randy said with a laugh.

"Unless it's about his pacifier," Corri added. Everyone laughed. In that moment, she was happier than ever.

RANDY

The birth of their second son had gone well. Randy started a video chat with his daughter from his first marriage, Alanna. She squealed with delight at the sight of her new baby brother. "When can I meet him?" She asked.

"As soon as your mommy lets you come visit," Randy promised. The baby was too young to take on an airplane safely. At two years old, it was even risky to take Keith on one.

"We'll come visit in two weeks," Samantha, his ex, said in the background. Sam had spent a lot of time keeping Randy away from Alanna, but his daughter was very pushy when it came to being allowed to see Keith, and apparently Sam felt bad telling her no. He'd seen her a lot more since Keith was born, and Alanna appeared to be equally determined to see her newest sibling.

"Thanks," Randy told Sam as Alanna cheered the news.

"It's time to go, sweetie," Sam told Alanna. She saw the little boy in Randy's arms and added, "He's beautiful, Randy. Congratulations." There was no real warmth to her words. If anything, she sounded a little bit sad.

Randy appreciated the effort. That was a lot for Sam. "Thank you," he said. "Bye, Baby. I love you so much!"

"Love you, too, Daddy!" Alanna replied. "See you soon!"

He hated letting go of his son, but he knew the baby needed rest. He was still amazed he and Corri had made Keith, and now here was a second little miracle. Randy was determined to be an amazing father, although he was secretly afraid he couldn't be. His own father had been a monster, incapable of love, who loved torturing his son. Randy loved Alanna, Corri, and their boys more than anything, so he was already one up on his father.

Randy returned to the waiting room. Keith had painted his face with finger paint and he ran to his father now. "Look, Daddy, I... Stawdust!" He proclaimed with glee, complete with hand gestures and a dramatic pause.

"Really, Cody?" Randy asked with a laugh.

"What can I say? He's my Godson," Cody replied.

Randy's mother was grinning. She pulled Randy into a hug. "I'm so proud of you and Corri," she told him. "He's beautiful."

"Is I pwetty, too?" Keith asked.

"Of course you are, my handsome grandson!" She kissed him and paint got on her face. She didn't appear to mind.

Randy relaxed as he watched her with his son. Sure, his father had been horrible, but his mom was a much better example of what a parent should be. If he followed her lead, he knew he could be the parent his kids deserved.

CAYLA (TWO MONTHS LATER)

Panic began to fill Cayla as she realized her water had broken. "No," she insisted. "It's too soon. I'm not due yet!"

"I know, luv, but our little one seems eager to meet us," Saraya said. She was keeping a calm exterior, but Cayla knew she was just as worried as she was. She was only eight months pregnant. What would happen? They'd already lost so much. They couldn't lose this baby, too.

They rushed to the hospital. Corri and Randy met them there. Everything was a blur. Corri held her hand. "You can do this, Cay. Everything is goint to be fine," she promised.

It was determined fairly early that the baby was in extreme distress. As Cayla struggled to deliver the baby, she could hear the doctors barking out orders with urgency. She lost track of time. When they finally told her to push, she did. The people gathered in the room were quiet. Saraya stiffened.

The baby isn't crying, Cayla realized. The doctors were about to tell her something she couldn't handle hearing.

She was numb. Saraya was crying. More alarmingly, so was Corri. "She was beautiful," Saraya whispered.

Cayla decided she would not accept that. "Let me see her," she begged.

Saraya put the baby in her arms. Cayla looked down at her face. "My beautiful baby," she whispered. "Wake up, baby... Please..." She was crying.

Suddenly, the baby she was holding shuddered. Her mouth opened in a tiny yawn and then she opened her eyes. She looked at Cayla and started crying.

"That bloody little trixter!" Saraya shouted.

The doctors immediately examined the baby. "She's alright," one said. "Small and a bit underdeveloped of course, but alive."

That was when Cayla felt her own pain. She was still bleeding. As Corri frantically pointed this out to the doctors, Cayla blacked out.

(-Later-)

She awoke confused. Saraya was holding her hand. Corri was wrapped in Randy's arms. "The baby?" Cayla asked.

"Cay! Bloody hell, you scared us," Saraya said. "You nearly bled to death."

That hardly seemed to matter in that moment. "Is... Is the baby alright?"

"She's okay," Corri said quickly. She hugged her sister. "Do not ever scare me like that again, Cay!"

"How bad is she?"

"She's abnormally healthy for a premie," Saraya said. "She's small but stubborn and tough, just like her mums."

"She's going to be fine, Cayla. They're going to keep her here for a bit to make sure she gets stronger, but they're optimistic," Randy told her.

"She's... she's okay?" Cayla finally let herself register.

"Yeah, Cay. You did good," Corri told her.

"What's her name, luv?" Saraya asked.

"I told you that you should name her, since I carried her," Cayla replied.

"Right. Well, I was going to name her Jade, because that's a family name, but now that I've met the bloody little trickster and she fooled us all into thinking we'd lost her, I think I have a more fitting name... Trixie."

Cayla smiled. "I love it. Jade can be her middle name."

"Trixie Jade, that's adorable," Corri said.

Cayla's exhaustion must have been showing, because Saraya suddenly said, "Rest, luv. We'll all be here when you wake up." She kissed her forehead and Cayla fell asleep.

DEAN (THREE YEARS LATER)

Corri was playing with her sons and her niece backstage when Dean joined her. "Great match, Corr," he told her. "You kicked ass."

'I always do," Corri said.

"Dean!" Keith screamed out. He ran at him and jumped on him until he wrapped his arms around him and declared, "Dirty Deeds!"

Dean fell to the floor dramatically and let Keith "pin" him. Keith looked at his brother and said, "Count!"

"One, two, thwee!" Nick counted. Dean was pretty sure that was as high as he could currently go.

"Champion!" Trixie declared, raising her cousin's hand in victory.

Amused by the midgets, Dean put his WWE World Heavyweight Championship belt over Keith's shoulder. Keith buckled slightly under the weight, but ultimately stood tall. He was about to walk away when Dean said, "Yeah, nice try, Kid. I stole that title before you were even born. Give it back."

Keith giggled and let Dean have his title back. Suddenly, a very annoyed woman appeared backstage. "Hello, Dean," she said sharply.

Dean racked his memory for a name. Krissy? Kelly? Kitty? Who cares, Dean thought. She was familiar, but he didn't think he'd seen her in a few years.

"Hey, um... Kimmy," he greeted her.

"It's Katie, you jerk!" She threw her hands up. "Whatever. I'm here with a delivery." She pointed to a tiny blonde thing who was drinking from a juice box and staring at him with big eyes. "This is your daughter, in every sense of the word, and I can't take it anymore! Take her. I'm done."

Katie stormed away. The tiny one walked up to him and hugged him, proclaiming, "Hi, Daddy!"

"Wait, what just happened?" Dean asked. "What is this thing that's hugging me and why is it so small?"

"Apparently, you have a kid," Corri said. "And she's small because kids are compact-sized."

"I... What?"

"What's your name, sweetheart?" Corri asked.

"Molly," the tiny thing said. "Mommy says this is my daddy."

"How old are you?"

Molly held up four fingers. Fuck, Dean thought. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

"Do you think it's true?" Corri asked after sending Molly to play with the other people her size.

"Yeah," Dean said as he watched her playing with a fork and mumbling about how shiny it was. "I think it is."

So, three hours and a DNA test later, Dean Ambrose learned that he had, in fact, fathered a child and that child had just been dumped at his feet. He did the only thing he could do.

"Okay, Offspring," he said. "Let's go get some ice cream." From that moment, Dean decided he would give that little girl a decent parent, because he'd never had any, but every kid deserved at least one.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story's going to take place when the kids are older, but for the first chapter, I wanted to introduce them. It will have the points of view of all four of the original main characters from Voices in the Night as well as Dean Ambrose, and the four children who were just introduced. I hope you all enjoy it as much as you enjoyed the first fic! Any reviews are appreciated. Thank you all so much for your support!