The petite redhead came to a skidding halt in the doorway entrance to catering, her eyes darting around wildly. People literally stopped mid-bite to watch her. "Lilly," she whispered, about to enter the room when a man touched her shoulder and the sound of a child's giggles filled the hallway. The woman spun around and visibly sighed, taking the four-year-old from Joe's arms.

"Found her near make-up trying to convince Beth to let her put lipstick on," the Samoan chuckled, giving the toddler's head a little rub. "Figured I'd find one of you to return her to."

"I swear, we're here for ten minutes and they're comfortable to run off on their own," she murmured, looking at her daughter whose eyes that mirrored hers looked up at her sadly. "Didn't I teach you better than that? You gave mommy a heart attack. You can't run away without me or daddy, okay Lilly?"

Knowing she was in trouble, the little girl just gave a nod of her head as she pouted and hid her face against her mother's chest.

"Thanks, Joe," the woman told the much taller man who was still standing nearby.

"No problem, Maria."

"Have you see Jon?"

"I think he's down at ringside with Emma," he nodded. "Come on, I'll take you there."

The trio walked towards the arena and Joe even led her right through the same entrance all the wrestlers used. Once they were at the top of the ramp and Jon was in sight, the little one in her arms squirmed to be let down. She allowed the simple pleasure, watching her daughter run towards her father who was in the ring with another identical little girl, Lilly's twin sister Emma.

"He's been looking forward to this," Joe said softly beside her and she just nodded her head, watching Jon playing with his two little girls in the ring.

It was the first time Maria had allowed the girls to come to the arena since they were babies. Her relationship with Jon had never been that great, the two little blessings in her life the result of a one night stand. Their lives had been a disaster until a paternity test proved that he was the father and something had changed in him after that. Maria still could never forget the things he had said in anger.

She slowly made her way to the ring, smiling when Jon looked her way. She was the perfect distraction for Emma to launch herself onto his back and in true wrestler fashion, he sold the move with a big flop onto his belly. "Roll him over and pin him!" she called out, motioning with her arms for her daughter to push him onto his back. With her sister's help, they got their dad onto his back and Maria hit her hand against the mat for the count of three. "Winners! The Good twins!" she laughed, clapping her hands as the girls literally ran circles around their father in the ring.

Jon sat up on his elbows and shook his head. "Beat by a bunch of four-year-olds," he chuckled, making a grab for Lilly as she ran past and tickling her sides so he could hear her sweet giggles. Emma joined in on the hug-fest and the two settled down into Jon's lap as Maria watched on from the floor. He kissed both their heads before looking at Maria again. "You're staying, right?" he asked her.

Maria gave a sigh. The show ending at eleven at night was late for the little girls and she wanted to get them home way before that to keep them on their schedule. "I dunno, Jon, it ends so late."

Letting go of the girls so they could run around some more, Jon crawled over to the ropes, frowning. "I never get to see them, though," he told her in a hushed tone.

"Well whose fault is that?" she asked and immediately hated her kneejerk response. She held a hand up at his next protest. "Come over after the show and you can be there to get them up and ready for school in the morning."

The grin on his face was bright as he grabbed her face and kissed her cheek to which Maria wrinkled her nose. "Thank you," he told her before going back to playing with his girls for a bit longer before they had to leave the ring. He held both their hands on their way to the back. The rest of their visit was short and consisted of cookies from catering before Jon helped to load them up into the car. There were lots of kisses for both of them, along with the usual 'be good for mommy' speech. With the girls packed up safe, Jon went over to the driver's side window which Maria had rolled down. "I'll call when I'm there."

"You're sleeping on the couch."

"I'll take it," he smiled and gave the car door a little tap before stepping back, watching as his girls drove off.