This is the sequel to Cradle Conspiracy. Hope you like it.

Co-written by RatedrKjErIcHo

Disclaimer: I do not own the WWE or the Wrestlers in this story. I own only my ocs. This story is fiction and is to be taken that way. No Copyright Infringement Intended.


Katrina O'Neal stepped out of her car and looked around at the town of Sugarland. She had gotten the information from the files from Covington that her son had been placed there with a rancher and his wife. It had taken some digging but she found the rancher's name. Now all she had to find out was where his ranch was. She closed her eyes, trying to hold back the tears. She was close. So close she could almost see her son. And the feeling was a little overwhelming. Her hand covered her stomach and softly. She could still feel the scars. Even though they'd faded a little with time. At least the physical ones had. The emotional ones still ran deep and coiled around each other like a series of snakes. Deadly, poison filled snakes that consumed her.

She looked around the town. She didn't know where to start. She guessed she could ask someone but she worried they would wonder why she was asking. She walked to the store that was nearby. It was an antique shop. She hoped the person inside could help her. She opened the door and walked in. She had to smile as she loved antique shops.

"Hi, welcome to Sugarland Antiques." A petite blond said walking up. "Can I help you?"

"I hope so. I was actually looking someone and I was hoping maybe you knew them or knew where the place was."

"I can try. I know pretty much everyone as I own this antique shop." She smiled and put out her hand and shook Katrina's. "Chelsea Orton. Who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for the Irvine Ranch."

"Oh, well Chris and his wife died six months ago. Car accident. His brother Mike Mizanin runs things now. Can I ask why you're looking for them?"

"I'm a friend." She couldn't believe they were dead. "What about their baby?" She managed to get out the words. It hurt calling her child anything but hers.

"Wyatt is being raised by Mike." Chelsea replied. "How exactly do you know the Irvines?"

She had to smile inside. She knew his name now. Wyatt. "I'm a friend and they said anytime I was in town, to stop and see them. Can you tell me where their ranch is? I would like to pay my respects."

"Sure. It's about ten miles outside of town. You just follow the main road out and you turn on Old North Road and you will see the sign. Double C Ranch."

"Thank you, Ms. Orton."

"It's Mrs. My husband and I own the ranch next door to the Irvines. I don't believe I caught your name."

"Parker….Parker Reynolds."

"Nice to meet you . If you want, I can show you the way. I'm headed home for the day."

Katrina nodded. She hated lying to this woman. She seemed like a nice woman. But she had to get close. She had to see him and once she had, she'd come clean about everything. About Covington. About how she'd been searching since the day her baby was born to find him and how a few months ago, she'd found the break she'd needed. And she'd followed the clues. She got back in her car and sat there for a minute, her eyes closed as she let it all sink in. She'd be able to see her son in just a few short minutes.

She watched as Chelsea locked up the store and put her stuff into her SUV. She followed behind her as they headed out of town. Chelsea stopped and pointed to the sign that said Double C Ranch. Katrina waved a thanks and turned into the drive. She looked back as Chelsea drove on. She pulled up the ranch and cut the car off. Her hands we shaking. Nerves were beginning to knot up in the pit of her stomach. She never expected to feel this anxious. Or this terrified. She looked up when she heard a knock on the window and she jumped. She saw a man standing there, his face registering that he had no idea who she was and she rolled down the window.

"Can I help you?" He asked.

"I'm here for my son."

He looked at her with confusion. "I don't know what's going on but I don't have your son. You must be mistaken."

"Sir, I know my son is here. I did the research and I know he is."

"Lady, you're mistaken. The only child here is my nephew and I think I would know if you were his mother. What game are you playing? If you're after money, I won't give you any."

"Your brother and his wife adopted a baby. A baby that was never put up for adoption. He's my son."

Mike stood there for a minute. "I don't know what you're trying to pull but the adoption was legal. I have the adoption papers and a court order saying it was. My brother and his wife are gone and I promised them I would take care of Wyatt. Even if you are his birth mother, you have no rights to him. Now, you should leave my property."

"They adopted him from Covington right? Without much detail as to who the birth parents were? Couldn't see their files, couldn't meet them. It all happened pretty fast right? That's because he's my son. He's my baby. And they tried to kill me when they took him from me. I have to see him. To hold him."

Mike stood there. He felt for the woman. He really did but he didn't believe the adoption was illegal. "They did adopt him from Covington. Do you have proof of what you're saying? I'm not about to disrupt Wyatt's life more than it has been already without solid proof. He is only seven months old and he has already lost his parents. Give me proof to what you're saying and we will go from there. I'm sure you understand my point."

"Covington's been in the paper and on the news recently. Illegal adoptions and other nefarious activities. I'll agree to a DNA test if you want. I know your brother and his wife weren't bad people. They just wanted a baby so badly they got mixed up with the wrong people. And I guess I did too. My name is Katrina O'Neal and I was a cop investigating the center." The name seemed to spark some recognition with him and she opened the door to the car and stepped outside of it. She leaned against the cool metal and pulled her coat around her to shield herself from the wind and looked at the man in front of her. "I got too close to the truth and they injected me with labor inducing drugs. They took him from me right after he was born and threw me out into an alley to let me bleed to death. I've searched for him ever since."

Mike sighed. "I feel for you. I do. I'm just trying to protect Wyatt. I promised Chris and Jessica that I would take care of him. I'm not just going to hand him over to you. So, let's do the DNA test and make sure he is related to you before anything. But know this, if it provides you are his biological mother, that doesn't mean I'm handing him over to you." He looked at her and sighed. He felt for her. "I don't see why you can't see him now. As long as you understand, this isn't saying you get him."

She nodded and followed him into the house where Wyatt was asleep in the pack and play. She smiled when she saw him looking him over to see if she could find any of her features in him. He had her nose, the curve of her chin and her smile. Mike looked from his nephew to the woman standing beside him on the verge of tears and even he could see the resemblance.

"I never thought I would get to see him." She said softly. "Can I hold him, please?"

Mike stood there a minute. He wasn't sure it was a good idea but he looked at her with her pleading eyes. "Alright." He said as he picked up the sleeping baby. He gently laid him in her arms.

She closed her eyes and cradled him closed to her taking in his scent and the softness of his skin. Tears streaked her face and she sat down on the sofa holding Wyatt close. Mike looked at her and then walked into the kitchen and grabbed some tissues for her. He walked back in and handed them to her.

"I've wanted to hold him for so long." She whispered.

Mike sat down beside her and sighed. He had promised Chris and Jessica to take care of Wyatt. He couldn't just hand him over to her. He loved him so much. "Ms. O'Neal, I still want the DNA test. But you can stay here while we get it and then we can go from there. But know this, I feel for your situation and for you. But Wyatt is my nephew and I'm not giving him up. But I do want you to stay here until we figure this out. I have plenty of room." He got up and took Wyatt from her and laid him back in the pack n play. "Don't even think about trying to leave with him. I'm letting you stay here on good faith and the resolve that we can work this out. But if you try to leave with him, I will make sure you never see him again. Don't make me do that. The guest room is at the top of the stairs on the left."

"I would never take advantage of your kindness. Even if he is my son." She said. "So what happens now?"

"We'll go to town tomorrow and have Dr. McMahon do a DNA test. And we'll go from there." She nodded. "Well, why don't you get settled in? Dinner is served at six. I have some friends coming over and you're welcome to join us."

"Thank you." She said as she got up from the sofa. She looked over at Wyatt in the pack n play. She headed over to the stairs and headed up.

Once she was gone, Mike called Drew McIntyre, his lawyer. He explained the situation and Drew told him he would meet him at the hospital the next day. And he would see what the options were. Mike hung up and looked at his nephew. He knew in his heart that this was his birth mother but he also wasn't going to give Wyatt up. He had come to love the baby as his own. They would have to come up with a solution on this.

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