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Don't cry to me. If you loved me you would be here with me. You want me, come find me. Make up your mind.

"So you're keeping her father from her. Remind me again how well that worked out for you. I mean, how did you cope without Dad?" I asked skeptically.

I mean, seriously did she really think that letting this little girl live without her dad in her live was going to be good for her? She barely survived after Dad died and she knew him.

"You did not just say that," she spat, "First of all, you, being my brother, should support my decisions and stand by my side. Which is something that you have apparently never learned because every time I need you in my life you always, and I mean always, choose something or someone else. Secondly, my dad was stolen from me. I knew him my whole life and to go from seeing him that morning, alive and laughing, to naming him in the morgue is a tad bit traumatizing if you ask me. Third, my daughter will have someone taking care of her. I didn't, I've been alone since the day Dad died and I was thirteen. And last but probably the most important, the very second that Stu even hears about me having a child he'd start something and you know it. So yes, I am keeping her from her father because her well being is more important than anything else has ever been."

Should I let you fall? Lose it all? So maybe you can remember yourself. Can't keep believing, we're only deceiving ourselves. And I'm sick of the lies, and you're too late. Don't cry to me. If you loved me, you would be here with me. You want me, come find me. Make up your mind.

"So Stu is her father," I said.

"I didn't say that. Whether she is Heath's or Stu's doesn't matter because either way he'll have a fit. If she's Heath's then he'll hurt me, if she's his then he'll try to take her away from me and that is never going to happen," she told me as we walked towards the ring.

"If she is Heath's then let him have a relationship with his daughter. We can protect you from Stu. It's your fault he's still working here anyway," I shot at her.

Couldn't take the blame, sick with shame. Must be exhausting to lose your own game. Selfishly hated, no wonder you're jaded. You can't play the victim this time, and you're too late. Don't cry to me. If you loved me, you would be here with me. You want me, come find me. Make up your mind.

Elizabeth stopped in her tracks and if she weren't still wearing the sunglasses I would probably see her eyes start to tear up. I pushed her too far this time. Why am I arguing with her right now? This is the first time I've seen her or spoken with her in over a year, why am I ruining it? Just as she was about to say something, we were interrupted.

"So, PJ Lloyd. How does it feel to have your sister back with us?" Vince McMahon asked from the middle of the ring.

"He doesn't care," Elizabeth answered for me before taking Payson, car seat and all, out of my hands and placing it on the side of the ring. She unbuckled her and pulled her out, setting her in the ring where Vince picked her up.

"And how do you feel about having a niece?"

"I'd feel better if I knew who the father was," I muttered under my breath.

"And I'd feel better if you even acted like you cared," Elizabeth muttered back. When I looked up confused she continued talking, "You once told me that you had to learn to listen better when I was younger because I would always talk under my breath instead of talking to you. Well guess what, you're not the only person who did it."

You never call me when you're sober. You only want me cause it's over, it's over. How could I have burned in paradise? How could I- you were never mine.

"Can we continue this argument later please? Elizabeth you have some things to work on for your match tomorrow night and Paul needs to spend some time with his niece," Vince said climbing out of the ring, still holding Payson.

When he handed her to me, I felt a surge of pride. This little girl was my blood, she was my family. I finally had family again and it felt good. I couldn't stop the smile that spread across my face as she studied my facial features. And again when she lightly touched my face, her little hands memorizing every little detail. She returned my smile with a goofy, toothless grin and I heard a laugh from behind me. When I turned around, I saw my sister watching us intently. This is what she wanted earlier, she wanted me to be happy that they were here, and she wanted me to accept them both.

"She's beautiful," I told Elizabeth, "Just like her Mama."

Elizabeth nodded at me and when she took off the sunglasses I could see the tears making their way down her cheeks. She wiped them with the sleeve of her sweatshirt before taking that off as well. When I saw her hair, I gasped.

"You colored you're hair," I stated.

She laughed slightly, "Yeah. It was a spur of the moment thing. My last night in Cameron and Jeff wanted to do something spontaneous, which means I now have blue streaks in my hair. Vince was not pleased at first, but when I told him it matched my ring attire he approved."

"It looks good," I replied.

She nodded her thanks again before turning and beginning her session. I decided that I'd take Payson for a walk around the arena while Elizabeth was sparing. I figured they'd be at it for about an hour, they couldn't quite work anything out since she wasn't working with the other girl in her match. My guess was it was the Diva's Battle Royal for the Championship.

"Let's go see what kind of trouble you and I can get into," I told the little girl in my arms, "But first things first. Let me get a good look at you."

I set her down on the floor in the middle of the hallway before sitting directly in front of her. Her eyes were such a dark brown that they were almost black. Her hair, while having a touch of red in it was mostly brown, and had the Lloyd thickness to it. She was small for 11 months, but I figured that was due to be being premature. If she was two months early, that meant she should only be 9 months old.

As I stood up from my inspection, I realized something that I hadn't when I first saw Elizabeth and little PJ at the hotel. I realized that, even though PJ wasn't my daughter, I would do absolutely anything for this little girl. I would protect her from anything that might harm her, absolutely anything. If I had to I would be the overprotective uncle, I would be the dad she wouldn't have. I realized that I would be there for Elizabeth whenever she needed a break, a shoulder to cry on, and a helping hand. I would be there.

So don't cry to me. If you loved me, you would be here with me. Don't lie to me. Just get your things; I've made up your mind.