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Summary: Sophia is growing up and starting school. One of her parents is a little more anxious than the other.


*August 2012*

"Oh God," Lita heard her husband say as he entered the kitchen one morning.

They had gotten married a couple of years ago in a small wedding with close friends and family. Lita gave in to having an actual wedding instead of something much smaller at the courthouse to the persistence of both of their mothers as well as Trish and Dawn. She did wear a black wedding dress like she previously stated even though both Dawn and Trish tried to convince her not to. They tried to convince her to wear the traditional white or even ivory, but she said this was her wedding so she could and would wear what she wanted. She argued that if people could wear a pink dress, then she could wear black. They counter argued that pink was a much better color for a wedding than black was. She said she didn't care and that it was her wedding and they needed to leave her alone to which they actually did.

"What's wrong?" Lita asked while she continued to feed their one year and three month old son a spoonful of oatmeal. Even though Lita said she didn't want to have any more kids other than Sophia because she didn't want to go through pregnancy or delivery once again, they had a son they named Logan over a year ago. They were pretty shocked, but still happy, by the pregnancy just like the first time. But maybe they shouldn't have been too surprised, after all, things tend to happen when you're not careful sometimes... which they were definitely guilty of.

"There is coffee on the counter if you need some, which you sound like you do." John nodded as he poured himself a mug of coffee, taking a seat at one of the chairs at the kitchen table across from her.

He took a sip from the mug before he answered her. "Sophia has changed her outfit like three times already. I keep tellin' her she's looks great but she doesn't believe me."

She let out a small laugh which caused their son to smile and join her with his giggling. "I think we should separate her and Dawn. She's turning into her. It's scary. Isn't it Logan?" Her voice changed during the last statement as she began to talk to the little boy in the high chair. "Yes it is. Sophia turning into Auntie Dawnie is not a good thing. Hm..." she said turning her attention to John after she gave Logan another spoonful of oatmeal. "I'm thinking since Sophia has been sort of influenced by Dawn, we should keep Logan away from Randy. Don't want a little Dawn and a little Randy running around. Oh God," she groaned at the thought, "that would be unbearable."

"Maybe we shouldn't make her go," John said ignoring her statement. "Maybe this is our dream and not hers. We're forcin' her and pushin' her into the cruel world. It's so cruel out there, you know that."

The redhead let out another small laugh, interrupting him before he could get any further. "John, she's starting school. It's pre-k. She's not going out for war or something. She will be fine."

"Isn't she too young to start school?"

Lita rolled her eyes, giving Logan another spoonful of his breakfast, but he didn't seem to want any more, so she didn't force him. "No she isn't. She's four and a half. It's about time she started school." She started to clean around the little boys mouth which seemed to get pretty messy during meal time.

"Why can't we wait until she's five?"

"Because when she's five, she needs to start kindergarten. And I think pre-k is important for her and she shouldn't skip it."

"But she could. Right?"

Lita sighed, before nodding. "Yes, but I don't want her too."

"But-"

Lita shook her head. "Stop. She's going to school today. End of discussion."

John was about to say something, but a little voice interrupted him before he could speak. "Mommy! Daddy!" The duo looked up from the kitchen table to see that Sophia had finally joined them. She had insisted on getting ready herself for her first day of school. "How do I look?" She asked modeling her outfit for her parents.

Lita couldn't help but to laugh again. Their little girl was definitely turning into a little Dawn. That was entertaining so far even though it was a scary prospect for when she became older.

"I think she asked you somethin'," John said looking up at his wife. "I already told her a couple of times that she looks great, but she doesn't believe me. Your turn."

Lita glanced up at him before she got up from the chair at the kitchen table and walked over to Sophia, crouching down so she was at the same height level to that of the little brunette. "I think you look beautiful."

"Really?" She smiled to which Lita did the same.

"Yes sweetie."

"How about my outfit? Auntie Dawnie says what you wear defines who you are."

Lita looked surprised by what just left the little girls mouth. She turned to look at John who looked just as surprised but at the same time he was shaking his head saying she was on her own with this one.

"Do you know what that means sweetie?" Lita asked when she turned back around and was facing Sophia once again.

Sophia nodded. "Auntie Dawnie said if you wear ugly clothes, then no one will like you. If you wear pretty clothes, then everyone will like you."

Lita turned around to look at John once again who was still shaking his head. "That's your best-friend who is corruptin' her. You take this one."

She gave him a fake smile. "Thanks for the help. You have got this parenting thing down to a tee."

"I think I'll go start the car," he said getting up from the table, placing his mostly empty mug in the sink. "Come on Logan," he said taking his son out of the high chair. "Let's leave before mommy gets angry with daddy for no reason." With that, he left to do as he said.

"Sweetie," she continued when she focused her attention back to the little girl in front of her once again, "it doesn't matter what clothes you wear. How you act is what matters. People do not care what you wear. People care about how you act towards them. Okay?"

Sophia looked a little confused and Lita blamed her so called friend for this one. She was going to have to have a talk with Dawn and threaten to keep the older woman away from her daughter if she didn't watch what she said around Sophia. "But I can still wear pretty clothes, right?"

Lita chuckled. "Of course you can." She hugged the little girl in front of her before she finally stood up straight once again. "Let's go now. Daddy and Logan are waiting in the car. Are you ready?"

Sophia shook her head. "I don't wanna go to school," she replied with a pout forming on her face.

"You were excited before. Why don't you want to go now?"

"Logan is going to miss me." She looked down before she continued. "I'm going to miss you and daddy."

Lita crouched down once again so they were at the same height level. "Aw, sweetie. We're going to miss you too, but I bet you will have fun. I'll pick you up in a couple of hours."

"You promise?"

Lita nodded. "Promise." She hugged Sophia once again before she stood up. "Can we go now?"

"Okay." With that said, the mother-daughter duo went to the car to join John so Sophia could go to her first day of school.


"We should go now," Lita said grabbing John's arm with her free hand that wasn't occupied by Logan's hand. Unfortunately for her, John wasn't budging. "John, she's fine. Let's go." They dropped their daughter at school a few minutes ago and she looked pretty fine like her mother said. She was playing with another kid and it looked like she was making friends. They were about to leave after they met with the teacher, but John stopped to look at Sophia from near the doorway of the classroom and that was five minutes ago.

"Why is that little boy botherin' with her?"

She groaned. "He's not bothering her. He's playing with her."

"Well, why is he playin' with her?"

She shrugged. "Because he wants to. Now let's go."

"No," he said starting to walk past her and further into the classroom, closer to their daughter after he took his arm out of Lita's grasp. "Not until he gets away from her. She doesn't need to be makin' friends with boys."

Lita rolled her eyes at him. "Oh my God. I knew I should have just left you at home," she grabbed his wrist, stopping him before he could go and do what he wanted to. "Stop. Please stop. Right now."

He stopped in place and turned around to look at her before he spoke. "But he-"

"John," she started to say sending a glare his way, "seriously. He is a little kid playing with another little kid. We should leave now. She seems fine. She is making friends. Let's go."

He was reluctant, but he wisely said nothing as he walked out of the classroom, but not before he looked at his daughter once again. The trio walked towards the exit of the school and towards the car, before they sat in the car and drove off.


"I don't want her to be friends with any boys," John said later that day when he walked down to the living room where Lita was folding the laundry after he put Logan down for a nap.

Lita sighed, shaking her head, while she continued to fold the laundry, gesturing for him to help. "Whatever."

"No, I'm serious," he continued, taking a towel and began to fold it. "She's not datin' until she's forty."

"Okay," she said taking the clothes she already folded and went upstairs to put them in the proper places. It took her a little over five minutes to do so. She came back downstairs and saw that John was sitting on the couch deep in thought, having abandoned folding the clothes after he was done with the towels. She knew he was going to do that once she went upstairs to put the already folded ones away.

"I thought you were helping me," she said as she continued with the previous task.

He ignored her, saying something that made her stop with the chore and focus her attention on him. "I think we should have another kid."

She knew he wanted another kid when they only had Sophia because he wanted a boy, but they had Logan now too so she didn't know why he was bringing that up. "You think we should what?"

"Have another kid," he said that like it was no big deal. "Sophia is growin' up way too fast and so is Logan. I think we need another kid."

"Need or want?"

He shrugged as he continued. "Both."

She simply shook her head, returning her attention back to the articles of clothing in front of her. He waited for an answer but when he didn't get one, he repeated himself. "I think we should have another kid."

"I heard you the first time," she responded.

"And?"

"And," she started to say while she finished folding up the piece of clothing in her hand, set it aside, and sat down next to him. "I don't think so." She was about to say more, but he interjected before should could.

"Why not?" He asked.

"John, you wanted a boy," she continued after his interruption. "So now we have one of both genders. There is no need to have more kids. I love our kids, you know that, but I don't want more. They're a headache sometimes."

He gave her a stern look at her last statement. "I told you to stop sayin' that."

She shrugged. "It's the truth. And it's not like you're around a lot that you would know how much of a pain they really can be. Actually, that shouldn't matter. You should know either way."

He rolled his eyes. "Whatever. But they're growin' up way too fast. We're gonna blink and next thing we know, Logan is startin' school as well."

"Well, they have to grow up someday."

"But I want another kid." He began to pout.

She sighed, shaking her head. "John, you do realize if we have another child, that child is going to grow up too?"

"Yea but I just want another one."

"No."

"Please!" He began to beg, she tried not to laugh at him.

"No."

"Come on."

"Okay."

"Really?" He asked surprised, getting excited.

"No." That caused him to frown and her to laugh. She spoke up again after she stopped laughing. "John, Sophia starting school is just upsetting you and I get it. It makes me sad too but they have to grow up some day. They're always going to be our little kids no matter how old they are."

He nodded. "I know, but I don't want them to get older."

"Well, we can't stop time."

"We could."

She rolled her eyes. "No we can't."

"So, a baby then?"

Lita took her head in one of her hands and started to shake it. "Okay," she began to say when she looked back up at him. "I don't think you're going to leave me alone about that for a while, so I'm going to give you a little history lesson." She paused briefly before continuing. "Remember when I was pregnant with Sophia?" She waited for him to either say something or to make some sort of gesture. She continued after he nodded. "Remember how much of a witch of I was then?"

"I try to forget, but yes."

"Right, and then remember when I was pregnant with Logan and how Sophia was running around acting like a crazy little animal?" He knew where she was going with this, but he didn't say anything, instead nodding once again. "Yea, wasn't I worse then?"

He cringed when he thought about the memories. "Yes." It was hard to believe she would be more mean and more of a bitch than she was when she was pregnant with Sophia, but unfortunately for him, it was possible. He even made an excuse sometimes to leave the house when she became too unbearable, always taking Sophia with him if it was during a reasonable time so she wouldn't have to deal with it either.

"So do you want that to happen again?" He was about to say 'no', but she continued. "Because I'm pretty sure it most likely will. Like I said, I love our children, they mean the world to me and I cannot imagine life without them, but I do not want to go through all of that again. I also don't want to have a crying baby around with a toddler and a preschooler. Oh, and you're not even here most of the time." She looked away for a moment which was why she missed the look of sorrow that appeared on his face. "I really do not think I would be able to handle all of that on my own. Without going crazy that is."

"I'm sorry," he said after she stopped with her rambling.

"For what?" She asked confused, looking back up at him, being able to see the frown on his face. "For bringing up wanting to have another kid? Why would you be sorry for that?"

He shook his head, "Not for that. For..." he looked away, "for not being here. For not being here for you, Sophia, or Logan. You're doing this alone."

She winced when he said that. She didn't mean for him to take it that way, but he did. She shook her head. "That's not what I meant. I'm not doing it alone."

"Yes you are. Like you said, I'm hardly here."

"That's not what I meant," she repeated once again.

He shrugged. "Well, it is the truth."

"Stop. Look at me." He didn't, he kept looking down. "Look at me," she repeated once again and when he didn't, she did it for him, lifting his chin so he was doing as she said. "That's not what I meant. Yes, you aren't here most of the time, but you're always here when I need you. You're always here when your children need you."

"But that's not enough."

"Yes it is. Trust me, if I didn't think it was then we wouldn't be married. We wouldn't have kids. We wouldn't even have started this relationship. I knew it was a huge possibility when this started."

"I could always retire so I'm around more often or cu-"

"Stop," she interrupted before he could get any further with that. "I love you so I would never ask you to stop doing what you love. Especially since it was your passion before we even met."

"I would do it for you and the kids."

She nodded. "I know that, but I do not want you to and I would never ask you to. So please do not do that thinking that's what I want. You retire when you want to." She smirked before adding the next part. "There's still a lot of butt out there you need to kick. And you are Sophia's favorite wrestler, who is she going to root for when you retire?"

"Randy," he suggested.

"Bad idea. She already looks up to Dawn, we don't need her to look up to him in addition." That caused John to laugh and that made her happy that he was possibly feeling a bit better.

"So are you okay now?" Lita asked after a while of comfortable silence. He nodded. "Are you okay with not having another baby?"

"Yes. I just... I don't want them to grow up."

"I know, but they have to. That's how life works." It was quiet for a while before she spoke up again. "It's time to pick up Sophia from school. Do you want to go or should I? One of us needs to stay home with Logan. I think you should go so that way you can see that she's perfectly fine at school."

"Alright," he got up from the couch and was about to walk away, but Lita spoke up before he could.

"And John," she continued with a smirk on her face after he turned around to face her, "Don't freak out and go all Hulk on her if a boy is playing with her. Hulk, no Smash!" she joked, laughing at him which caused him to pick up a perfectly folded piece of clothing and throw it at her. "That wasn't nice."

"Neither was that statement." She stuck her tongue out at him which resulted in him to roll his eyes at her. "Real mature."

"Stop wasting time and go pick up Sophia."

"Yes mommy."

She scrunched her nose in disgust. "Don't call me that. That's only reserved for Sophia and Logan."

"Then stop actin' like you're my mother too." She sent him a glare, causing him to hold up his hands in mock defense. "Chill, I'm goin'." With that said, he went to go pick up their daughter.

Lita shook her head when she heard the door close behind him. She wasn't expecting for him to get sad about Sophia's first day of school. Well, that as a lie. She knew he was a little upset but she was surprised to what extent it was. Especially with him wanting a baby. Yea, that wasn't going to happen. He just wanted a baby because Sophia was growing up too fast, she knew he would get over it if he wasn't already. Two kids were enough for them.


Thanks for reading. Thanks for the reviews. Special thanks for my time is now and therealchamps.

Hope you liked the last part. This was supposed to be something completely different, but I changed my mind. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this little short series of mine. :)