Vivian has to make a choice. Be a wrestler's wife, or raise their unexpected child without him. As the years go by, she starts regretting the decision she's made. She knows there's nothing Jeff wouldn't do to see her again, and to know of the child that came from their love. But will it be the same?

A/N: I was kind of hesitant to begin this, simply because there are so many details that go with the whole wrestling scene, and I simply didn't want to put forth the effort. However, for the moment, I feel up to the challenge of it. I don't know how long it's going to be, or what's to come of it.

Second A/N and Disclaimer: I'm not basing any matches or events off of any actual WWE/TNA storyline. I haven't really kept up with what's currently going on, and I've barely watched any of it in about a year or two. Also there will be some characters that are no longer with WWE/TNA. I do not own any WWE superstar and/or storyline events, nor do I claim to. Vince McMahon owns all copyrights. I do not own any TNA wrestler and/or storyline, nor do I claim to. Whoever the owner of TNA is owns all copyrights.

Tampa, Florida - August 2010 - Vivian's bedroom

She woke up with a stir, her eyes slowly creeping open. The sun was yet to fully rise, yet something had bumped her out of the deep sleep that washed over her the night before. She remembered being too exhausted to even finish watching the wrestling pay-per-view. Her thoughts wondered back to last night's event. He was in the main event. For the championship. And she hadn't even finished watching his match. With a heavy sigh, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, her toes meeting soft, plush creme colored carpet. Wearily, she smiled, remembering when he had bought this house for her just as he became big. It was one of the first things he'd done, besides buying himself a car that wasn't a rust bucket waiting to sputter to death. He had redone and ordered everything the way she asked, and her home had ended up being light and airy, giving a cool, crisp feeling. The creme carpet met with warm taupe colored walls with white crown moldings and white base boards.

As she fought not to lay her head back onto her waiting pillow, she picked herself up off the bed, and made her way into the bathroom, which was also just the way she wanted it. Cherry wood cabinets with pink-hued marble tops stood on a matching marble tiled floor. The walls, the same taupe color as the rest of the house, were slightly textured with a pink and white marble design. The same design that Jeff and herself spent hours perfecting in each of the bathrooms, as she swore up and down that the men who contracted the work on the house weren't doing what she had asked. She fought back a little laugh as she traipsed over to the sink to wash her hands.

A voice from inside her bedroom caught her attention.

"Shawn," she said, coming out of the bathroom, clipping her hair up into a neat knot.

"We're going to the show tonight, mom?" His greenish-hazel eyes could barely contain his excitement.

"Of course we are. Do we ever miss a show?" she teased, pursing her lips and placing a hand on her hip. "Go take your shower. Breakfast will be ready when you're done." She watched the little boy happily bounce out of her room and head back to his room at the end of the hallway. Before taking her own shower, she made her way to make breakfast.

RAW arena - 7:45 PM - Backstage

Christian could see the concerned look on his friend's face. He knew of the woman that his friend thought of often. Knew of the years they'd spent apart. Knew that she'd be sitting front row like she always was. And he even knew that she would be bringing the son his friend had with this woman. He and Vivian became close to one another, clicking instantly as best friends. Everyone had thought that he'd be the one who ended up with the girl, but no... It was the sad-faced man who sat on a bench, aimlessly pushing items around in his opened duffel bag on the floor. He watched as Jeff slid on a long lime green holey arm band.

"How's it going, man?" Christian asked as he straddled the end of the bench, his heart wrenching a bit as Jeff looked up at him with blank eyes.

"Going good," he lied. "Just thinking."

"You, uh - " He cleared his throat, trying to wash away the blatant emotions in his voice. "You know Viv will be here tonight, right?"

"Yeah," he said looking back down to his disheveled bag. "I always see her with her nephew."

"You ever invite her backstage?"

Jeff shook his head, pulling on black and lime green arm bands as he did with the other arm. "No point. She's avoided me for years now."

"It's never too late to make things right," Christian pushed, thinking back to the conversation he and Vivian had just a few hours ago on the phone. "She wants to see you."

"How do you know?" he asked, snapping his head back to Christian.

"Well, we kind of spoke - "
"You talk to her? And you don't tell me! Man!" He stood, trying to compose himself as he leaned his forearm against the metal locker door. But he lost any ounce of control he had, punching the locker door, leaving a slight dent. "Seems like she'll talk to anyone but me!"

"Like I said, it's never too late."

"What did she say?"

Christian tipped his head up. "Said she wanted to see you and talk to you. Said she missed you. She's been thinking about you for months now." Christian's words ended at the heavy sigh Jeff expelled. "Not saying you have to be with her again, but you do need to talk to her."

Jeff ran a large hand through his multicolored hair. He tried not to tense as Christian stood and patted his back, before heading out of the locker room. Jeff couldn't help but glare at the man as he left, the door loudly clicking shut behind him.