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Disclaimer; I do not own WWE, Vince McMahon and stockholders do, its characters, or anything associated with WWE. I do however own the plot of this story, Kimberly and any other OC's found within my story. This is merely for entertainment purposes. Enjoy, R&R!

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It wasn't late into the evening, but the show had worn out Mickie already and also the things both her and John had done once they had reached the hotel room had put her into an easy sleep. Not that John had mind really, it gave him time to be alone and to do what he always did when he was alone.

Scrolling quietly through some of the old email images of his daughter at a younger age he sighed, his second life hidden in a folder filled with messages from his ex girlfriend and bestfriend.

It wasn't as though he was ashamed of the truth, but ever since he had begun to think seriously about Mickie and everything about her he couldn't exactly find the perfect time to tell her he had a secret teenage daughter who knew absolutely nothing of his existence. He also couldn't find the right time to tell his parents, his brothers, his co-workers, or any of the media that pried into his life with an extra large lens.

No one knew, except for Randy and his wife Samantha.

The truth had come out during a rather long night of sculling Jack and Jim and feeling exceptionally sorry for himself, he was only somewhat appeased at the fact that it was only Randy and Sam who knew, people who would keep his word to the grave.

Honest people, unlike himself.

Pulling the laptop closer toward him on his lap he manoeuvred the sheet softly around himself and a slumbering Mickie, and then he made haste to open the newest email from Katrina quietly to not disturb his girlfriend.

'Dear John, how've you been? Good I hope.

Kimberly's been asking a lot about you lately. It has been rather unnerving, you have absolutely no idea about how.. Insightful she can be for somebody her age. Of course I've said nothing about you, nor have I given her any real information about you so she's given up asking about it. Thank god.

She has this strange idea that you were one of my ex-college Professors and was fired for interfering with a student-'.

John snorted at the idea as he scratched his head, scrolling down to continue the e-mail.

'-she definitely has your humour. However all funny ideas aside, there was another reason for me contacting you, I wonder if you know that Kimberly's sixteenth birthday is in a few short weeks. And I promised her long ago that I would tell her all that I knew about you on that day.

So John, her is my proposition to you. I realise we are both living our separate lives, and have always agreed it best to keep Kim out of the picture for you-.'

'Number one Dad,' a voice mocked in the back of his head.

'-but her it goes. Either; I tell Kimberly nothing and say that you were a small fling during my college years and make up an excuse as to how she cant see you, or.. I tell her everything about you, probably earning a right argument and late night phone calls to you from her and hundreds of e-mails.

Decision is yours.

As always keep safe, Katrina.'

John reread the email twice to get his head around the situation.

Did he really want to meet his daughter? After all of these years of only having to look after himself, reaching the peak of his career and checking off all of his goals, was he ready for her. He couldn't decide.

Mickie coughed beside him almost making him jump out of his skin. Her bare tanned back face him as she shifted languidly, shuffling toward him to search for the warmth she felt almost every night. Luckily, she was still asleep.

The hotel room was dark with no light other than from the portable computer in his lap creating a dim blue light to fade over everything the screen faced. Raking a large, clamming hand over his face John looked to the small bar at the bottom of the screen to seek out the time. '10:59pm'.

Refusing to read the email again or to scroll through the new images of an older, dark haired Kimberly John logged out of his account, shut off the laptop, closed the lid and placed it with blind eyes onto the bedside table beside him. Knocking over a few things in the process that he had a feeling were Mickie's.

Adjusting to the sudden darkness he rubbed his closed eyes with the pads of his thumb and forefinger, straightening his back and uncrossing his legs with a groan and sudden exhaustion John lay himself down on the bed beside Mickie. Turning to face her he draped an arm over her comforting waist, earning a sigh and a small shift as she moved her back into his body. Her tired hand quickly found his as she linked them loosely.

A warming feeling crept over John, this was where he belonged.

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Katrina looked over the new emails she'd received in the past three days that she had refused to even look at her computer. Unsurprisingly there was one from John in a sea of emails from her crappy job, annoying companies, Viagra and spoonful of friends.

She made sure she went through all of the others before his, even postponing her time by replying to a four page survey from google. She looked around the large living room briefly, taking in the wooden walls filled with photographs and kindergarten drawings all featuring Kimberly or drawn by her. Certificates of achievement and newspaper clippings in frames all over everything that had a surface, turning back to the screen Katrina dug herself into the seats cushion and cracked her knuckles.

Happy to know that for once she had the privacy of the house to herself as her daughter had gone to Moose's house for the Halloween night.

A loud, erratic beep from the kitchen informed her that her reheated tofu burger was ready. With her stomach churning in hunger Katrina deleted the rest of the trash mail and sucked in a deep breath,

'RE: Proposition.' Clicking onto the last email in her inbox she breathed out and quickly skimmed over the short message sent earlier that afternoon.

'Afternoon Katrina,

Wow. Kimberly's already grown a lot since you sent me that last batch of photos huh? Guess that's teenagers right.

Sorry I never got around to thanking you, Wrestlemania and all. But anyway, thanks.

A dirty school teacher? Like Mr. Mandlo with the unibrow and yellow sweat patches on his shirts haha-.'

Katrina snorted at the memory of their first year physical education teacher who only ever wore the same white shirt every week, cringing as she also remembered his infatuation with her.

'-anyway, enough about your old boyfriend-.' She chuckled.

'I guess you know why I'm emailing you, and as hard as the decision was I think it would be easier for all of us if we just wait until she's older, so she understands everything. I honestly hope you do Kat. I just don't think I'm.. 'Father' material, not yet anyway.

As always, thank you for the photos, she's honestly beautiful and you've seemed to have raised her so well.

I've already sent the money for this month, her present should arrive over the next few days.

Take care, both of you.

John.'

Quickly reading the last paragraph once more Katrina felt a familiar stinging hit her eyes as she swallowed heavily. She knew truthfully that he wouldn't want to meet Kimberly, but the small hopeful part of her mind had still held on to faith that maybe he wanted to meet her.

Now however, she knew for sure.

Clicking the reply button Katrina pulled herself together.

'Dear John,

I agree that it is for the best.

Good luck for everything, you're always welcome.

Kat.'

Then, as she clicked send, she realised the truth in the short words she wrote.

No, Kim was much better not knowing who he was. Stepping from the chair and computer Katrina made her way over toward the kitchen in the spacious one floor home.

Pausing at the microwave when she saw blue and red lights flashing through the winding blinds of the front window, she sighed.

Kimberly.

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