It was a week after Phil left. He left her enough money to last through the week since he made her quit her job but she wasn't complaining. Tristan was on the floor, playing with the toys he hadn't packed to bring with him. They were leaving at 8 o'clock tonight to hop on a plane to meet the Smackdown roster in Michigan. Phil had talked to Mister McMahon about the situation and how she needed her job back at the WWE. She was a writer and at times a personal assistant for anybody on the WWE roster that needed it, before she ended up quiting. She got the job young with help from Phil and lasted about 3 months before she ended up leaving for a reason only she and phil knew about, well now Vince to. She watched Tristan as he scrunched his nose, playing. Something she had often saw his father do when she was hanging out in the locker rooms while he was playing video games.
Bailey sighed at the thought of Tristan's father, the promise that Vince made her a day ago flying back into her head. "I'll personally make sure he doesn't need your help." She sighed and stood up. "Tri come on baby. We'll head there early and get some food."she said, grabbing his coat and opening it up for him to slip into. She kissed his cheek and picked him up, walking out to the bus stop that went to the airport. She knew she should of took a cab but she only had 50 dollars left, meaning with a 30 minute trip, her money would be mostly gone by the time they got there.
Bailey held a crying Tristan as she walked off the plane. The worst thing about flying was his ear popped and she hoped after a couple of times, he would become used to it. She placed him down and grabbed hold of his hand as he sniffled. She smiled softly at him and led him over to the bag area, telling him that he could roll one of the big bags to the hotel they were staying at. A grin was soon replaced his sad face and she shook her head, laughing as he bounced in his spot, waiting for their bags to roll around. She grabbed them off the belt when they came and placed the smallest of the big bags in front of Tristan so he could drag it. "Watch out for people Tristan."She told him as he started to drag it off towards the entrance. She watched him closely as he weaved through people. She grabbed hold of his arm when he went to run out the revolving door and laughed. "Slow down Tri."She said, helping him through the doors.
She stopped with Tristan on the sidewalk, looking around for a car that was suppose to pick them up. She knew phil said that they would have a sign with them but so far she didn't see any sign."Hey lady do you wanna move?!"She heard a man say and rolled her eyes, pulling Tristan back towards her and stepping to the side a little. "Still in my way."Bailey moved a little more and sighed. "Still in my way!" Bailey felt her temper reach a peak and turned around. "Look! walk arou-Shawn!"She yelled, jumping on him in a hug. Phil laughed and patted Tristan on the head as Bailey hugged Shawn Michaels. When Bailey first worked for the WWE, she was separated from her brother and was put on with the RAW roster, which was how she met Dave, shawn, jeff, matt and more superstars. "So you two are our rides?" "Our?"Shawn asked confused for a second until he looked down and saw Tristan. "oh…Oh!"he said, turning and staring at Bailey when realization hit him. "No way!"He yelled, picking up Tristan and staring at him before Phil took him away. "Oh my god."He said in disbelief as he hugged Bailey tight. She sighed and pulled away from Shawn, following Phil to the car. She just hoped that everybody else was ten times more stupid than Shawn was or else she was in trouble.
The next day, Bailey was pulled down to the arena with Tristan. It was Monday night and people were getting ready but Vince had made a meeting to introduce her again and announce some things. No body really knew Bailey was back except a couple of guys Phil had told, so as she walked through hallways, she was stopped by multiple superstars she knew. They finally got to the meeting and Phil kissed her head gently. "You'll be okay alright?" Bailey only nodded, holding Tristan closer to her side now as Phil walked into the meeting room. She looked down at her son and ran her fingers over his shaved head gently. "I want you to stay quiet okay?After Mister McMahon is done talking, you can meet some of the people alright?"she questioned her son, getting a goofy smile in return. She laughed and listened out side the door as Vince explained why the meeting was being held. She pushed her hair back from her face. Everybody that had met Tristan so far knew exactly why she had left with out even saying anything
"So, please let me introduce our new writer and minor personal assistant, Bailey Brooks" Bailey looked up as the door opened and offered a kind smile to whoever was looking at her. She stepped into the room, immediately attaching herself and Tristan to Phil's side. "Bailey?!" A few of the superstars said her name with realization that she was back. She kept a small smile on her face as Vince started to go over a couple of rules. "Now, she worked here before but left. I want every one here to look out after her son here, she can't keep an eye on him twenty four seven when she is working. I know there is security around here but just incase, if you see him running around, grab him." Vince smiled down at the young boy, who stared at the superstars in shock of the image that was playing in his head of the wrestlers grabbing him. "maybe she should hire a nanny then. We're busy to."Of course he had to speak. The devil himself. Bailey's eyes found him and stared directly at him. The reasons she was attracted to him clear as day again. His muscles, the way the seemed to span out in his shirt. The way his dark eyes seemed to just make her stomach get tight and her heart beating faster. Her eyes also trailed down to his left hand, finding the wedding ring gone. She cleared her thought, breaking out of daze and placed her hand on Vince's arm letting him know she could handle it. "I will once I get enough money to hire one Dave. Until then he has to be with me." "Well, he's not my kid." Bitterness and a slight tinge of anger was heard in his voice. If he only knew, she thought, staring at him still like he was that stupid. "I realize that thank you for pointing out the obvious. Now, Whoever isn't to busy throughout the week, can you please help me. If you see him just grab him. I want to make good story lines for you all and if I have to watch him all day, you'll end up with bad ones."She said, staring directly at the man who caused the situation in the first place.
Phil, John and Cody Rhodes stood around her, laughing at the situation. As soon as the meeting was over, Batista had rose and walked out of the room as quick as he could. "Man that was great Bails."John cena said, patting her on the shoulder gently. She smiled at them all and picked up Tristan who was yawning. "I need to find somewhere to put him to nap Phil." She said, holding the tired four year old. Phil nodded and said goodbye to the other two boys as he led her to his locker room. She kissed his cheek before laying Tristan down on the couch in the room. She took off her hoodie and placed it over him incase he got cold. She sighed and sat on the floor, turning the locker room's tv on low. She didn't have to start working until next week, this week was for her to get familiar with everything and get settled. She settled on License to Wed on HBO and rested her head back, watching the movie in peace.
She was almost asleep when the locker room door flung open and an annoyed Batista stepped into the room. "Phil what the hell is up with-…"He stopped realizing that Bailey was there and not Phil. "What are you doing in here?"He ordered. Bailey stood up, an angry glare on her face as Tristan rolled around a bit from the noises. She pushed on his chest, giving him a silent order to walk out of the room. He obeyed and walked out of the room, leaning against the wall opposite of the door and staring at her. Bailey narrowed her eyes at him as she shut the locker room door gently. "so, what the hell is up with who?" Dave raised an eyebrow at her. He had seen her with the other wrestlers since she returned, she was nice and quiet. Why was she so ballsy with him? "you actually."Bailey rolled her eyes at him and crossed her arms. Dave sighed and took a step towards her. "Why did you leave Bails."Bailey bit the inside of her cheek. Why did her nickname have to sound so good coming from him. She was hoping she could return and all feelings for him be gone but after seeing him, hearing him the feelings just returned. She was hating this right now. Dave took another step towards her, slowly, her back against the wall. "I needed to leave Dave." "Why though? You said you cared about me Bails, I cared about you." His rough voice was hypnotizing, making her heart beat faster and a shiver run through her.
He stared down at her, taking one small step after another. Bailey licked her lips gently, leaning her head against the wall. "I did but you were married Dave." "And I told you, we were separating." "You got divorced 2 years after I even left."she said, trying to hold back her feelings of walking to the nearest locker room and doing a few things that resulted in Tristan. Dave was now directly in front of her, his body standing over hers and placing his hands on either side of her head, boxing her in. Bailey looked down at his chest, the muscles straining against his shirt, almost begging her just to take it off of him. She closed her eyes and shivered again as she felt his hand run over her jaw gently. She was in the state he put her in four years ago, the state of her feelings willing to shine through and let him do as he pleased. Dave rested his forehead against hers. "Open your eyes Bailey."He demanded softly, smiling a bit as she obeyed and did so. "You loved me didn't you. "A smirk now playing at his mouth. Bailey snapped, the daze she was in leaving her as quick as it came and she glared up at him. "Oh that's funny? No I didn't fucking love you."She said trying to sound rude as tears built behind her eyes at the thought of him laughing at her because of her feelings.
They stared at each other, a cold look replacing itself on dave's eyes. Neither of hearing the door to the locker room opening until Tristan pushed on Dave's stomach to back him up. Dave looked down at the tiny force and raised an eyebrow again at the kid. He took a step back as Bailey picked Tristan up off the ground. "Stay way from her."He ordered, glaring at the way larger man. Dave stared at the kid, for the first time noticing his complexion, his hair, his eyes, his jaw structure and definitely his ears. He blinked as images of Bailey squirming under him and her soft, feminine moans filled his head. His eyes got even darker as his gaze diverted to Bailey. "Who's his father Bailey?" Bailey stayed silent, pain rushing to her heart like knives. "Who's his fucking father Bailey!"He yelled, making tears visable on Bailey's and Tristan's faces. "You know what? Fuck you Bailey! I didn't leave my wife fully because she threatened to take away my daughters! You took my only son away because you didn't get your fairy tale?"He yelled, making a few wrestlers come out of their rooms. Phil heard the yelling down the hallway and made his way quickly towards them all, seeing Dave standing there yelling while Bailey and Tristan cried.
Phil ran towards them and pushed on Dave's chest. "Back up man." "You fucking knew about this Phil!" Dave could feel tears of betrayal and anger prick at his eyes. He looked at the other wrestlers standing there and glared. "You guys to right? Everybody but me!?" "Dave man, we didn't know till we saw the kid honestly." John spoke up, staring apologetically at Bailey and Dave. Phil pushed on Dave's chest again. "Bailey go into the locker room." Bailey complied without a word but she stayed for a moment, looking at dave sadly before stepping into the locker room with Tristan and shutting the door behind them. Dave stared at all of the wrestlers, anger and pain ruling his mind at the moment. He punched the wall hard before storming off, leaving everybody to just watch the large man go.