This is a story that is roughly based on my favourite movie Kuch Kuch Hota Hai. I added my own little twists. I know it can get a little confusing because there are two characters that share the name Stephanie. But I'm sure you'll be able to tell the difference. Please review and tell me what you think!

Stephanie sighed happily as she tossed the sheets over her small body. She looked over at the clock. 12:04 AM. She had been waiting for this day to come all year. It was her birthday. And she, like any other 8 year old girl on her birthday was excited to open her presents waiting for her downstairs.

Careful not to make too much noise, Stephanie climbed out of her bed and her feet lightly padded across the carpet. She didn't want to wake her father up, especially since he had such a long day yesterday. His meeting at the office finished latter than expected. And as if that wasn't enough, he had to go home and cook dinner of Stephanie and tuck her into bed. He couldn't remember the last time he promised he would be there to do that. But like always, his top notch job always got in the way of everything. It was hard being a single father. Stephanie knew the pressure her dad had been put under, so she was extra careful not to disturb him from his slumber.

She tiptoed down the stairs and entered the living room. She smirked to herself as her eyes found what they were looking for. It was her presents. She walked over to the table in the middle of the room and sat on the floor. One present caught her eye in particular; it was a small envelope with a pink ribbon tied around it. Stephanie curiously picked up the envelope and flipped it over. She gasped as she read the front.

"Happy 8th Birthday Princess, Love Mommy."

Stephanie loved reading letters from her mother who sadly passed away a few hours after her birth. She never knew her mother, but she loved her with all her heart. Anyone who was willing to give birth to a child, knowing that they were going to die because of it was the bravest person in Stephanie's eyes. Her mother Trish found out that there was a possibility that she would die if she gave birth to Stephanie. The doctors gave her an option. Go with the pregnancy or have an abortion. Trish couldn't bear to get rid of her precious baby, she didn't believe in that. So she did what any mother would do in her position. Never the less, she didn't tell Paul. She knew what he would say. During her free time she would write notes to her unborn child, hoping one day Paul would give it to them to read.

Flashback!

Paul sat still in a small room. He felt paralyzed He couldn't move. He felt his heart breaking into little pieces. His wife was dying. And the twisted part was she knew well beforehand that she was going to die. Tears burned his eyes as he looked down at his baby girl's face. She was so young. So innocent. How was she meant to grow up without her mother? Paul suddenly felt his eyes grow blurry as he immediately knew what was happening. Tears burned down his cheeks as he held his baby tight to him. He could see why she did it, go through with the pregnancy. He would have done the same if he were in her shoes. But he still couldn't bear to lose her. Trish was his lover, his wife, the mother of his child. How could he spend his life without her? Paul felt like he was going to faint. Suddenly Trish's mother came into the room. Her eyes were red and puffy. Obviously she had been crying as well. She probably found out about this around the time he did. She walked slowly towards her son-in-law and placed her hand on his broad shoulder.

"Trish wants to see you." She said with tears rolling down her cheeks.

Paul lifted his head and swallowed the lump that was caught in his throat. He didn't think he could do this. He couldn't stand there and watch her die. But he couldn't sit here regretting not saying goodbye to her. Paul stood up and carefully handed the baby over to Trish's mom. She smiled at him as he walked out of the little room and into the main lobby.

Paul couldn't stop the tears as he opened the door to see his wife sitting there. Smiling at him. Her skin looked pale and her eyes were red. Paul knew this was going to be the hardest thing he had ever done in his life. He slowly walked to her and sat on the edge of her bed. Unable to look her in the eye. Trish let out a shaky sigh as she tried to stop the tears from flowing. She couldn't break down now, not when she owed it to Paul to stay strong. She had to stay strong for him. She smiled lightly trying to get a reaction out of him when she realized he was still refusing to look at her.

"Paul, look at me."

She whispered as he reluctantly locked his hazel eyes with her's. She felt tears run down her faces as she saw the broken look in his eyes. She let out a whimper as Paul's arms wrapped around her. She laid her head on his shoulder as they both cried.

"I'm- I'm so sorry… Paul."

She whispered in between her sobs. Paul couldn't say anything. If he did he would surly go crazy. He lifted her chin and kissed her softly. Letting the tears run freely.

"I love you.."

She rested her head against his. "I love you too.."

She sifted on the on the bed and reached her hand out to the bedside table. She grabbed a few envelopes and handed them to her husband. He looked down at them confused.

"these are letters I wrote to our baby. I want her to know who her mother was; I want to have this connection with her. Promise me you'll give these to her Paul."

Paul looked into those eyes he could never say no to. "I promise." Was all he could let out.

He looked down at the writing on the front of the one of the envelopes which neatly said. "to Stephanie, from Mommy."

"Stephanie?" Paul whispered as he let his hand run through his long blond hair.

Trish smiled and tried to lighten up the mood. "Yeah, you didn't think I was going to let you name her did you?"

Paul let out a nervous chuckle. He was glad that she was trying to ease the tension.

Trish opened her arms to him and he pulled her in for a hug. "I love Paul, please take care of our daughter and yourself."

Paul found himself begin to cry again. "Please, don't go…" he whispered in her ear.

Trish swallowed the lump in her throat and answered. "I'm sorry… I have to….."

End flashback!

Stephanie smiled as she traced the lettering with her small finger. Her Dad must have left this out for her, knowing that she would want to read it first thing. It always made Stephanie feel close to her mother. She quickly opened the letter and began reading.

Stephanie!

Happy birthday baby! You are a big girl today. I know you are making your father and me proud. How are you sweetheart? Is your father still up to his old tricks? I hope he's not too much trouble; he needs a woman in his life to knock some sense into him!

Stephanie giggled as she read her mom's words. She was sure to tell dad about this later.

Unlike my other letters baby, I want to tell you a story. I want you to read this and not show this to your father. I know this is a big thing to ask of you, but this is my dream and I want you to make it come true. Can you do that for me baby?

Stephanie nodded to make sure her mother knew she understands and is willing to do anything her mother wants her to do.

Your father is lonely now; he might not say anything but he needs someone in his life. Someone that can make him happy. someone that loves him with all their heart. I want you to find that someone for him. I know who that person is. When your father was in College he had a best friend. She was a total tomboy; she and your daddy did everything together. When I came in the picture, I soon discovered the deep feelings she had for your father. I tried to back off. Seeing how perfect they seemed together. But your dad convinced me that he loved me which left his best friend heart broken. She left. Claiming that it was due to family problems but I knew better. Your father on the other hand didn't seem to notice her strong feelings for him. I knew she loved him so much. Maybe even more than I did. A blind man could see that. Except for your father. Please Stephanie, bring them together. You need a mother and your father needs to love someone again. Bring his best friend back into his life. I know that I'm asking too much of you. Get Grandma Patricia to help you, I know she will agree to this. Just make mommy's dream come true. Bring Stephanie McMahon back into Daddy's life.

"Stephanie McMahon?"

Stephanie asked the paper curiously almost like she was expecting it to answer her. She always wondered why her name was Stephanie. She smiled as she read over the letter one more time. She knew she would have to do this. She couldn't let her mother down! She must find her, somehow. The possibility of having a mother, even if it wasn't her real one excited Stephanie. She folded the letter and put it in her pocket. She couldn't risk having her father see it. She grabbed one of the presents and began to rip the shiny paper open. She smiled to herself and began to plan how exactly she was going to bring Stephanie McMahon back into her daddy's life.

Well, that was chapter one! I was thinking for the next few chapters that i could keep switching from the past (being Stephanie and Paul in College) to the present (Younger Stephanie trying bring the two together) Tell me what you think i should do! AND PLEASE REVIEW!