Rockin' Robin -MICHAEL JACKSON
White socks and a lacy dress, billowing out with every jump. Pillows scattered and hair wild, flailing behind her, childish glee echoing through the house.
Shawn looked up from the contract before him with a frown, each muffled thump a pause for thought, each high pitched squeal another argument against signing his name.
His children liked when he was home.
He liked when he was home.
When he was on the road, he missed these simple pleasures.
And he'd take Cheyenne's joy of him being there to see her bounce on the bed over another year in the WWE any day.
