Britton walked up to the big fancy door, pulling her suitcase on wheels behind her with her teddy bear clutched in one hand. This is it. She thought. She squeezed her eyes shut and knocked on the door that stood in front of her. She held her breath and waited patiently for the door to open. What was on the other side of this door would change her life.

On the other side of that big door were Randy Orton and his best bud John Cena.

John and Randy both heard the knock at the door and exchanged glances, both wondering who could possibly be at the door. John stood up from the couch.

"I'll get it." John said as he headed for the door.

"Thanks man." Randy replied, keeping his eyes on the game the pair were watching.

John pulled the big door open and looked around, not seeing anyone until he scanned down a little lower.

"Well aren't you adorable." John smiled as his eyes landed on Britton.

Britton looked at the picture she had of her father and then up at John and frowned slightly. This guy wasn't her daddy. She wanted to give up until she saw John turned his head inside the house and shouted.

"Hey Randy! There's a girl scout at your door! You got money? I think she's selling cookies!".

Britton smiled. Her daddy's name was Randy. Maybe she was at the right house after all.

Randy looked towards John with a confused look on his face. A girl scout? Really? Randy got up from the couch, Ripley trailing behind as he approached the open door where John was standing.

"Man, she's not even in a uniform! She's not a girl scout!" He shook his head and took in the appearance of the little girl standing outside his door. He had to admit she was a cute little girl. She had brown hair like his and big blue eyes that he knew would melt anyone's heart.

Britton looked up at Randy and then at her picture then back at Randy again and starred at him in awe. This was her Daddy. The excitement bubbled up inside of her and without thinking, she launched at her father and hugged his waist tight.

"Whoa!" Randy let out at the force the little girl had in hitting him and stumbled back slightly. He looked towards John who looked equally shocked. Randy hugged her back, assuming she was just a lucky fan who had found his crib. "Ok, that's enough with the hugging." Randy released his hands from the little girl and she reluctantly followed suit. "Where are your parents? Why would they let you up here alone?" Randy asked appalled.

"W…well, they aren't here." Britton stuttered. "I mean one of them is here. My Dad but he doesn't technically know I'm at your door."

Randy's eyes widened. "Come on, I'll take you back to him." Randy held out his hand towards Britton.

Britton looked at his hand and caught sight of something in Randy's home. "You have a doggie?" She shrieked, avoiding Randy's offered hand all together, abandoning her suitcase and running into Randy's apartment to play with the bulldog.

"Whoa! You can't just go running into people's houses without being invited in. Didn't your parents teach you anything?" Randy yelled at the new intruder.

Britton stopped playing with Ripley and turned her frightened eyes towards Randy. She'd never been yelled at like that before. "Sorry." She whispered and went back outside to her luggage, clutching her teddy tight.

Randy sighed at the sight as her big blue eyes turned frightened his yelling. He knew her eyes would cause problems. "Look, just let me take you back to your Dad ok?".

Britton looked up at Randy, meeting his eyes. "But I'm already with my daddy."

Randy looked up and down the street. "I don't see anyone else here."

John looked too and nodded his head just as confused as Randy was.

Britton giggled and pointed at Randy. "You're my Dad." She smiled.

Randy's eyes got wide along with John's.

"Uhm, this seems like something you need to do alone. I'm out. Call me later!".

With that, John scurried away as quickly as possible.

"Ok. Why don't you come in here and we'll talk about this." Randy said, his eyes still holding confusion as he starred at Britton.

Britton nodded and grabbed her suitcase pulling it inside with her. "You have a Super Mario machine!" Her eyes lit up as she ran towards the machine and started playing.

Randy walked over to her and hit pause. "To the couch. We're talking about this, then you can play." He said, trying not to be harsh.

Britton sighed and walked over to the couch, setting her back pack on the floor beside her feet. Ripley followed Randy over and jumped up on the couch sitting beside him.

Randy and Britton starred at each other for a few minutes. Starring at Britton was scaring Randy. He was starting to see how they indeed looked alike. She had his same eyes, hair, and smile.

"Ok. Lay it on me, what proof do you supposedly have that you're my daughter?" Randy said. He still hoped to God that this was just a fan pulling some crazy stunt.

"I have this." Britton smiled and pulled out a manila envelope. She handed it over to Randy along with the picture her mother had given her to identify her father if she chose to seek him out.

Randy took the photo and held it up, scanning over it first. Randy gasped. It was Piper. The girl that had got away from him, the girl he'd met at a club in New York when they were in town for Raw. Piper had been in the city on vacation with her family. They met and hit it off right away. They'd spent 3 months together and Randy remembered they'd slept together the night before she was leaving. Then when he'd tried to contact her, she never answered so he'd moved on and forgotten about her.

"H…how old a…are you Britton?" Randy asked hesitantly. Please don't say 7. Please don't say 7. Randy repeated in his mind until Britton spoke up.

"7." She smiled, while holding up 7 of her fingers.

Randy squeezed his eyes shut at her words. Well Fuck.