I don't own WWE, or the song. It belongs to Carrie Underwood.
Since the day Vince and Linda got married, he'd been praying for a little baby boy. Someone he could take fishing, throw the football and be his pride and joy. He could already see him holding that trophy, taking his team to state.
His dream came true. Shane Brandon McMahon was born, his little boy. He was everything Vince could ever ask for and when Linda got pregnant again, his dreams continued.
He can now see two little boys. The three of them going fishing and throwing the football. Two sons that would be his pride and joy. A McMahon holding that trophy, taking his team to state in two different years. It would be a legend.
But when the nurse came in with a little pink blanket, all those big dreams changed. "Congratulations!" the nurse greeted, carefully placing the sleeping baby girl in Vince's arms.
He smiled at his wife when the baby made a small movement. Linda almost cried when she saw her baby, "Oh, our little angel."
"What are we going to call him dad?" Shane asked, looking at the baby wrapped in the blanket, vowing to himself that he would protect her no matter what.
"Stephanie…" Vince whispered so that he won't wake the baby up. And…
Now he's wrapped around her finger
She's the center of his whole world
And his heart belongs to that sweet little
Beautiful, wonderful, perfect
All-American girl
Sixteen short years later, she was falling for the senior football star.
"Isn't Paul the hottest football player since your brother or what?" Stephanie's friend, Torrie asked.
Instead of responding to her friend, Stephanie just kept staring at Paul and sighed dreamingly.
"Steph?" Torrie asked. "Did you hear me? Do you agree or what?"
"We're perfect for each other," Stephanie replied dreamingly.
Before you knew it he was dropping passes, skipping practice just to spend more time with her.
Stephanie moved her favorite spot to the chair beside the window in her room. At dinner, a topic about a certain black truck was brought up. "I can't help but notice that every thirty minutes after class hours a black truck passes by. And we have a new newspaper delivery boy," Linda said, half wondering. "And Steph, you became more interested in reading the newspaper, why is that so?"
Stephanie was smiling inside and out.
"Don't you have a practice?" Stephanie asked, knowing exactly that the answer is yes. "Why are you here?"
"I just… You know… I'm already good enough for practice," Paul said cockily. "Hey, I got a new job."
"What job?" Stephanie asked curiously.
"I'll be delivering newspapers every week-end," Paul said, grinning from ear to ear.
Paul arrived late one time, much to the dismay of his coach. The coach said, "Hey, son, what's your problem. Tell me, have you lost your mind?"
His coach wasn't the only one disappointed, his father is too. His daddy said, "You'll lose your free ride to college. Paul, you better tell her goodbye." But..
Now he's wrapped around her finger
She's the center of his whole world
And his heart belongs to that sweet little
Beautiful, wonderful, perfect
All-American girl
And when they got married and decided to have one of their own, Stephanie said, "Be honest, and tell me what you want."
Paul said, "Honey, you ought to know. A sweet little beautiful one just like you. A beautiful, wonderful, perfect All-American girl.
Better yet, Stephanie gave birth to their little princess, Aurora Rose. The one that can relieve Paul's aching body better than pain killers, just by a simple smile.
Now he's wrapped around her finger
She's the center of his whole world
And his heart belongs to that sweet little
Beautiful, wonderful, perfect
All-American girl
Short, but I achieved what I wanted. Please review.