Chapter 3
A Familiar Face

I opened my eyes, what seemed to be hours later, still not coming to my senses, feeling out of it.

"The names Paul, little buddy." Paul smiled as Chase wrapped his tiny hand around Pauls pointer finger walking with him.

"Where is your mommy?" He said in a childish tone looking down at him as Chase just giggled.

I looked around finally realizing it wasn't a dream and got up panicking. "Chase?" I called out nervously looking around the lockeroom.

"I'm guessing that's your mother." Paul laughed leading him into the mens lockeroom.

I grabbed Chases hand immediately as he let go of Pauls.

"Sorry about that, I found him wandering the halls." He shrugged.

"Oh that's alright, thanks for bringing him back." I smiled trying to sound polite.

The man nodded and started to walk out. "If you need me to move anymore boxes, let me know." He chuckled wondering if I'd realize who he was as I raised an eyebrow finally realizing he looked familiar.

"Oh, you're the one who helped me with the boxes. You work here?" I asked, I hadn't watched wrestling in a couple years now and only really knew some of Randys close friends.

"Yeah believe it or not, I work here." He laughed. "Paul London." He held out his hand, as I shook it shaking my head. "I do remember you on TV I believe. Sorry about that." I smiled as he laughed again.

"It's alright, your husband isn't a big fan of mine though, but I wont get into that." Paul laughed as I didn't seem to be surprised, Randy didn't like many people that didn't have female body parts.

"Really? Well I'm sorry about that, I'm not surprised I must admit though, Randy doesn't like many people." I mumbled sitting Chase on my lap.

"Well he must like this little guy huh." Paul squatted down shaking Chases hand as I smiled wishing that were true.

I laughed it off and bounced Chase up and down on my lap again as he giggled. Paul got up and grabbed his bag about to leave the arena. "Nice meeting you, well, nice seeing you again actually." He laughed and rubbed Chases head gently with the palm of his hand. "You too buddy." He smiled and headed out the door before I could even thank him again.

I sat there with Chase waiting for Randy to come back so we could leave.

A half hour later



Randy walked in changing into his jeans and affliction shirt. "How'd the match go?" I asked trying to make conversation.

"Great." He shrugged and kissed my forehead grabbing his bag. "Lets get going." He grabbed ahold of my hand and led Chase and I out to the cab.

"So what were you up to while I was gone?" Randy finally asked, making conversation.

"Fell asleep, woke up and Paul was with Chase." I shrugged not really knowing what to say.

"Paul?" He asked confused, probably thought I meant Paul Levesque.

"Paul London, ya know, long black hair, green eyes, goofy grin." I laughed a little visioning him and Chase from earlier.

"Me likey Pauly, he a good dada." Chase giggled bobbing his head around.

I laughed holding him still on my lap. "Eh, he's no good." Randy replied not too pleased. "Fails in the ring, on the mic and as a person." He chuckled to himself looking out the window.

I rolled my eyes. "I don't know him at all, just his name and from what I've seen on TV which isn't much, so I wont judge. But I cant help but say it was cute how he was with little Chase." I sighed not wanting to argue. Why would we argue over someone I didn't even know well at all? I was simply expressing my opinion. But whatever, Randy sat there in silence as the cab finally got back to the hotel.

'This should be a great night' I thought to myself – sarcastically.