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Note 1: This is from Rey's son, Dominik's POV
Note 2: Takes place after the clip on Smackdown 12.12.02
Daddy came home today after getting his knee fixes by that nice doctor. I should be happy about him coming home, but I'm not. I don't want him to come back because of an injury. If Dad had to come early, I rather have him come home at 100%. That is my Daddy, the great Rey Mysterio.
Rey Mysterio Jr. In Spanish, it means King of Mystery. Daddy does live up to the translation. To the fans, he's the highflying character they love for ten years. To mother, my baby and me sister, he's just a loving father that would do anything to make us happy.
I'm more jealous of Aalyah more than ever. She and Dad are playing Peek & Boo on the couch, his bad knee under two fluffy pillows. She's clapping as she laughs along with Daddy. But, I couldn't help but smile. Carrying the iced tea Mommy made for Daddy, I enter the living room. "Here's something to drink, Daddy." I said, holding the plastic see through green cup. Dad turns his attention from Sis and look up at me. He reaches for the cup and I met him halfway.
"Thanks, Dominik." he said with a grin and a wink. My smile became wider.
"You're welcome." I comments. I turn on my heels and start to head to my room.
"Domimik." he calls out. I stop and look over my shoulder.
"Yes?" I ask. I wait for him to stop drinking the sweet drink and swallows.
"After I get done with Aalyah, I'll come to your room and we can play together." he said. I swear, I can feel my tiny face cracking from my super huge smile.
"Sure, Poppa!" I cheer. He chuckles a bit and I run to my room, getting the toys we're going tp play with. I should be thankful. Injured or not, he's home. It feels so good to say it.
"Daddy's home."
The end
Note 1: This is from Rey's son, Dominik's POV
Note 2: Takes place after the clip on Smackdown 12.12.02
Daddy came home today after getting his knee fixes by that nice doctor. I should be happy about him coming home, but I'm not. I don't want him to come back because of an injury. If Dad had to come early, I rather have him come home at 100%. That is my Daddy, the great Rey Mysterio.
Rey Mysterio Jr. In Spanish, it means King of Mystery. Daddy does live up to the translation. To the fans, he's the highflying character they love for ten years. To mother, my baby and me sister, he's just a loving father that would do anything to make us happy.
I'm more jealous of Aalyah more than ever. She and Dad are playing Peek & Boo on the couch, his bad knee under two fluffy pillows. She's clapping as she laughs along with Daddy. But, I couldn't help but smile. Carrying the iced tea Mommy made for Daddy, I enter the living room. "Here's something to drink, Daddy." I said, holding the plastic see through green cup. Dad turns his attention from Sis and look up at me. He reaches for the cup and I met him halfway.
"Thanks, Dominik." he said with a grin and a wink. My smile became wider.
"You're welcome." I comments. I turn on my heels and start to head to my room.
"Domimik." he calls out. I stop and look over my shoulder.
"Yes?" I ask. I wait for him to stop drinking the sweet drink and swallows.
"After I get done with Aalyah, I'll come to your room and we can play together." he said. I swear, I can feel my tiny face cracking from my super huge smile.
"Sure, Poppa!" I cheer. He chuckles a bit and I run to my room, getting the toys we're going tp play with. I should be thankful. Injured or not, he's home. It feels so good to say it.
"Daddy's home."
The end