A/N: Welcome to "On the Wings of a Ravyn" in this fic, as in "Ravyn's Paradise" we will follow the life of Ravyn, new hubbi Shane and baby boy Kyrian. It will also answer many of the unanswered questions, such as who really kidnapped Ravyn; will her father ever be brought to justice? Is Lydia going to pay? Any other questions you would like answered please let me know and I'll do my best promise .

Ravyn held her sleeping son in her arms as she rocked serenely back and forth in the newly built nursery. She closed her eyes and thought about all the things surrounding her now. Would she return to the WWE, would Shane be okay with it? What affects would it have on her son?

She and Shane had been "discussing" the topic, for lack of a better term for the better part of the week since Ray had been home. More like fighting about it, but she understand what the big deal was, there were plenty of wrestlers who had children at home, his very best friend Jeff Hardy was one of them.

"Jeff is a man with a wife to take care of his child at home Ravyn," he had said to her, "it's hardly the same thing."

It was at that point that Ray realized that there's was a healthy dose of chauvinism in her marriage and she didn't like it.

So here she sat, dressed in boy shorts and a sports bra, in her son's nursery rocking him back and forth wondering what she was going to do with the rest of the morning, the rest of the day, the rest of her life.

Knock-Knock.

"Feel like a visitor?" a deep southern voice asked her.

"Sure," she said quietly not taking her eyes off her son, "come on in,"

He looked down at Kyrian's sleeping face, stroking his shadowy brown curls, "Hey little tyke,"

Kyrian snuggled up to Ray's chest, "How's he doing?"

"He's doing well daddy,"

"How's my little girl?" Mark asked her.

Ray looked up at him, her gray eyes sparkling, "I'm good,"

"Good," another male voice said, this one thick with New York-an written all over it, "then that means we can come in too."

Ray looked from Mark to Paul, "You called him didn't you?"

"He called us all," Pauley said lugging a big white teddy bear into the nursery, "where shall I put this?"

"Pick a spot," she said to him as Campo, Vinnie and Mikey entered the nursery as well.

"How goes it?" Campo asked.

"It goes pretty well." She said handing Mark the baby, "Go to Grandpa, there you go,"

Watching Mark, standing 6 feet 10 inches with the little ice blue blanket in his arms had to be the most awkward thing she had ever seen, and somehow, it fit, these big burly men, in her little blue nursery, they all fit.

"So," Paul Sr. said, "This is my little nephew, huh?"

"Sure is," Ray smiled, "Why don't you hold him?"

"Girl, do you know how long it's been since I've held a baby?" He said as Mark handed him the little bundle, "As you can see these knuckle heads are far beyond the ga-ga-goo-goo stage,"

Ray chuckled, "You're doing great, just support his head," she placed his hands right, "there you go, you got it."

"You don't know how creepy this is," Mikey said, "Seeing my dad with a baby in his arms, he's like the last person you would expect,"

"Shut up, you knucklehead," Paul smiled at his son; underneath that tough outer shell he's a big old teddy bear.

"Can I hold him?" Pauley asked.

"Here son," Senior said handing over the baby, "watch his head,"

"He's so cute, and little," Pauley said.

"I know," Ray said, "Sometimes I find it hard to know that something so small and so fragile belongs to me."

"What's his name?" Mikey asked her.

"Gregori with an "I" Kyrian Helms." Ray told him proudly.

"Hello Gregori with an "I" Kyrian Helms," Mikey said, "Welcome to the family."

Everyone laughed at Mikey's silly humor while Mark spoke up, "What do you all call him?" he asked knowing that Shane rarely went by Gregory.

"Well I call him Kyrian, or Kyri." Everyone swung their head in her direction, "What?"

"Darlin', for the love of heaven, do not, call that boy Kyri."

"Why?" she asked innocently.

"For heaven sake's he's a boy," Michael said handing the baby to Vinnie, "You can't call him Kyri."

"I like Kyrian personally," Vinnie said looking down at the sleeping boy, "It sounds kind of, well regal,"

"Yeah, I thought so too," Ray said.

Vinnie handed the baby to Campo. He accepted the baby willing but truth be told his mind was definitely elsewhere. He had been watching Ray's every move since they arrived, and how could he not? The girl looked incredible, especially for having just given birth. He had had a crush on this girl since before she had the baby, hoping that with the birth of her son the crush would subside, but she looked better now than she did then, her breast, bottom and thighs were thicker only driving him to fantasize about how it would feel to have her in front of him on all fours, driving himself deeper and deeper –

Suddenly as if he could sense the naughty thoughts, Kyrian's eyes flew open and not recognizing the man holding him balled up his little fists and began to wail.

"What?" Campo looked up at Ray, "What did I do?"

Ray smiled at him warmly, "You haven't done anything, he's just awake and hungry," she said taking Kyrian from his arms.

"Oh, okay, he scared me," Campo smiled at her, she smiled back.

"Well if you all would excuse me please," she sighed, "I have to get the little prince fed," she cuddled him a little, "so downstairs with the whole lot of you," she smiled.

"Alright, let's give her some privacy."

While they all filed downstairs, Ray sat back down in her rocker. "Hey man," she whispered, "what's the matter, you hungry?" she asked before placing her milk filled breast in his mouth.

Downstairs the men were making themselves comfortable in Ray's spacious kitchen making snacks.

"So Campo," Pauley said, "You still have the hots for Ray?"

Campo nearly choked on his soda, "What? Am I being obvious?"

Pauley chuckled, "No, it's just that I was curious?"

Campo shrugged, "She looks good for someone who just had a baby a week ago, but other than that, nah,"

Pauley nodded but Campo could tell by the look in his eye that he could tell he was lying.

"Darlin' does look very fit for someone who just recently had a baby, but Shane tells me she has even more energy now than ever," Mark shook his head, "But she's always been physically fit, never a drop of fat on her,"

"Well when she was up north with me and the boys, she lifted small weights, no more than 5 pounds," Paul smirked, "I used to shake my head at her, I see that paid off,"

The other boys nodded, suddenly the door came bursting open, and Shane came stumbling in with Jeff Hardy both of their arms filled with baby bags.

"I'll help," Mikey said jumping up with the rest of the boys.

"Hey guys," Shane greeting them doing a balancing act between the bags and a few pizzas, "Didn't know you where here, where's Beautiful,"

"Upstairs with Kyrian," Mark told him "She might be changing her clothes, she was in her night clothes when we got here,"

Shane just nodded his head before going upstairs, "RAVYN!" He yelled.

The older men exchanged looks before shaking his head, that'll wake the baby up for sure, they thought.

"Shane," she hissed bounding down the steps in a WWE baby tee and a pair of low-rise jeans, "you're going to wake your son in which case you're going to have to deal with him"

Shane kissed his wife, "Sorry beautiful, where is he?"

"He's awake," Mikey reported from Kyrian's bedroom.

Ray looked at Shane, "He's all yours," she said as she continued down the steps. Once downstairs everyone turned to stare at Ray, "What?" she asked.

"Nothing, it's just that we were just talking about how good you look for having just had a baby 7 days ago," Mark told her.

"Oh," she said grabbing a slice of pizza, "yeah well."

"How much did he weigh?" Campo asked.

"Nine pounds, 4 ounces and 23.7 perfect inches." Ray said biting into her pizza.

"Good heavens girl," Paul said, "He was a big 'un."

"See that's why I commend women on that sort of thing, I would've been dying by the first contraction."

Everyone laughed, "Yeah, but now that he's here, and I think back on it," Ray shrugged, "it wasn't that bad."

"Wasn't that bad?" Shane asked from the dining room door, "Not that bad?"

Mark chuckled, "Shane here is still a little sensitive about the birth,"

"Sensitive?" Shane exclaimed, "This girl could let blood if she wanted to," Shane shook his head, "My ears are still bleeding. It wasn't until Kyri was born that's when I felt like it had all been worth it."

"Kyri," Mark sighed, "Oh not you too, I've already got on darlin', you guys have got to stop callin' that boy Kyri."

Shane blushed, "Well Ray likes it, so I call him that, I prefer Kyrian all the way."

"Good," Mark said, "It's a good name, a strong name. I can only hope that Sara isn't as bad with this name thing,"

It only took Ray a second to realize what he was saying, "Sara is pregnant?" she asked.

"Well we like to hope so," Mark said proudly, "She went to the doctor's today to get it all checked out," he looked down at his watch, "she should be calling me any minute now."

Ray was silent for a second, and then she jumped quickly, "Well good luck with that," she said, her voice dead, "I'm going to check on Kyri."

Shane looked around the table, "I'll go check on her,"

Mikey grabbed Shane by the hand, "No, let me," he said hopping up from the table. Shane nodded and sat back down.

Michael first ran up to Kyrian's room, no sign of his sister, he peeked into the room she shared with Shane, still didn't see her. He walked back into the kitchen, "Is there a home gym somewhere in this house?"

"That way," Shane said pointing in the direction of the gym Ray insisted had to be built.

Sure enough Michael found her benching 140 pounds over her head, "Well this certainly doesn't look like Kyrian's room."

"Leave me alone Mikey," she strained.

"What's wrong Ray?" Mikey pushed.

"I don't want to talk about it," she said again lifting the bar over her head.

"Okay," Michael sighed, "but this means I have to go back into the dining room and tell all those guys you didn't want to talk about it and then they are all going to come in here and push it out of you, is that you want?"

"No," Ray's voice broke as she spoke.

"Come on Ray," Mike coaxed, "we could always talk, remember no more bottling our feelings,"

Ray just lifted the bar again, she didn't say anything more.

Mike knew what the problem was before she even told him, "Could this have anything to do with the fact that Sara might be pregnant?"

"Maybe," she said lifting the bar again before sitting up.

"Well what's wrong with that?"

"What's wrong with that? What's wrong with that?" Ray exclaimed hysterically, "What the hell do you mean what's wrong with that?"

"Calm down Ray," Mikey said, "Let's talk about this,"

"Let's talk about what? The fact that I'm getting ready to be an orphan all over again?"

"What are you talking about?"

"This baby is going to be his, really, biologically, so he won't need me anymore,"

"How could you bring yourself to believe that?"

"How could he be having a baby now! Kyri's just a few days old, I need him, Kyri needs him, where is this going to leave me and my son?"

"It's going to leave you with a new brother or sister," Mark said from behind her, "I got it from here Michael."

"Okay big man," Michael said, "I'm going back into the kitchen,"

Ray didn't turn around to face Mark; she didn't want him to see the tears in her eyes.

"How could you think we would want to replace you? Or that we could?"

"Because this baby will be yours, for real, biologically. Not just someone you felt sorry for."

"Aww darlin'," he put his big arms around her, "you're my daughter because I love you, not because I feel sorry for you."

She looked up at him, her gray eyes swimming with tears, "Promise,"

"Of course I promise," he hugged her to him, "Scouts honor. Now come on, let's go eat, I was digging into a huge hoagie before all this started."

"Well knowing Paul and his gang someone probably already dug into it for you."

"Girl hush your mouth," he yanked her braid, "you'll get someone choke slammed in here."

Ray smiled as she sat back down on her stool, "Down boy," she said laughing.

"Speaking of choke slams," Campo said, "What are you going to do about wrestling Ray?"

She and Shane exchanged looks, "Well we're getting a nanny," she blurted out before Shane had a chance to answer.

"We thinking about that at this time," Shane told Mark, "We don't know yet."

"Care to tell him what you're thinking about?" Ray challenged him.

"Yeah Shane, what do you think about it?" Mark said.

"He thinks I should sit on my ass and take care of his kid!"

"Ray," Mark said, "Let the man speak."

"I don't see anything wrong with Ray staying home with Kyrian."

"What about what I see?" Ray fired back.

"Darlin'," Mark said gently seeing his daughter's temper flaring, "let Shane talk."

"I just feel like at this age a baby needs it's mother,"

"And what? Doesn't need a father?"

"Darlin'," Mark said his tone a little sharp.

Ray glared at Shane as he spoke, "Well you're going to need to feed him Ray,"

"That takes care of the first 6 months, but what about when he's on formula?"

"Darlin'! I'm not going to ask you again to let him speak," he turned to face Shane, "Now why do you feel like Ray should stay home with the baby."

"Because I need to be out providing a life for my family,"

Ray went to speak again but a stern look from Mark stopped her in her tracks, "Go ahead Shane," Mark urged him on.

"And I just don't see why I have to leave my kid with a complete stranger just so my wife can go back to a job that has damn near gotten her killed on a numerous of occasions."

Mark nodded, "Okay, did you bother to ask Ray what she wanted?"

"No, he didn't bother to ask me what I wanted because he's a chauvinist pig!" Ray screamed, "He just wants to get out of being a father so he'll stick me here with his screaming son while he's on the road doing what he wants to do!"

"Ravyn!" Mark yelled.

"Don't you "Ravyn" me! This is my job, I have wanted to be a wrestler long before I wanted to be a wife and a mother and I'm NOT about to let you take that away from me." She jumped up from the table running upstairs.

"How about Me, Campo and Mike take Ray and Kyrian out of the house for a little while, you Pauley, and Vinnie stay here and talk to Shane," Senior suggested.

Mark just nodded his head slightly staring at his son in law intently, "That's a good idea Paul."

After Paul, Campo and Mikey ran up after Ray, Mark turned to Shane, "Well son," he sighed, "let's hear it."

"I just feel that a child should be at home with its mother not a stranger, Mark, you're getting ready to have a baby, surely you can relate."

Mark nodded his head, "Sure I can relate, but Sara isn't a wrestler, we don't have this problem."

"I want to do what's right for Kyrian,"

"What about what's right for my daughter?"

"You know I want to do what's right for her too, this is what's right for them."

"How do you know that?"

"I just know, a woman's place is in the home," There he had finally said it. He had bee trying to dance around it for days, but at last he had just said it.

Mark shook his head, "Now I would've expected Cena to say something along these lines, but never you."

"Mark- -,"

"I'm not the one you need to explain this to, you're going to make that woman's life miserable if you take her away from the job she loves, or better yet make her choose between that job and her family."

"But- -,"

"No buts, son. Now I'm not telling you what to do because you're a grown man, all I'm saying is you had be sure about what you're asking her to do.

Ray was sitting up in Kyrian's nursery staring out the window when the boys came up to get her.

"Come on you," Paul said, "Get Kyrian dressed, we're going out."

Ray shook her head, "I don't think I would very good company."

Campo reached out and pulled her out of the chair, "Come on kid,"

Ray looked up into Campo eyes, "Okay, let me get his baby bag."

"So tell me about this problem you and Shane are having," Paul pried.

"He thinks I should stay home and raise Kyrian and not be on the road, he says he figured his wife would be home with his kid while he worked. He's using that "stranger" excuse but that's bull, his parents are practically climbing the walls wanting to take care of Kyri as well as his best friends wife."

"Well your marriage is new," Campo commented, "I doubt it'll end because of this. You guys will work it out."

Ray nodded, "Oh I wouldn't let anything come between me and my family but I also don't want this to come between me and my job."

Paul Senior nodded, "Well let's go, tyke," he said picking the little blue bundle up out of his crib.

Ray threw his baby bag over her shoulder, "Watch his head Uncle Paul,"

"I think I've gotten the hang of it."

"You have," Ray nodded gleefully.

"Well let's go paint the town, well some color," Campo said.

"Yeah lets." She allowed herself to be lead down the steps by Campo.

She cast one look in her dining room watching her husband and father; she twisted her wedding band nervously. She hoped this could be resolved soon; she really hated to fight with him.