A/N: Another chapter to get you a little bit more into Delilah's life. :) Expect a lot of these, it will make you understand a lot of things about her, and how things went as she grew up. Thanks to all those reading, and in particular thanks to moxxie23, for the umpteenth time: for the advices, and the patience. :)

Enjoy!

x Chesca

April, 1991.

The small girl turned on her side; the soft, comforting lion plushie held tight against her body as she did so. For being April it was definitely already too hot for Delaware, and after trying for hours to fall asleep she had just forced herself to shut her eyelids, but her efforts had lasted only for a couple of hours. She slowly opened her eyes, a deep sigh coming out her lungs; the four-year-old looked around. The only thing she did when she couldn't sleep was climbing onto Jaymin's bed; her oldest brother was the one both her and Mark went to whenever they were afraid or, like in that case, when they couldn't just shut their eyes and sleep. Yet, when she let her orbs wander around their room, she couldn't spot him; she looked at Mark's bed, and surprisingly found out that his sheets were pulled down, but there was no trace of him as well.

The natural fear of being left alone started to take over her, as she hugged the lion with both of her arms; almost instantly though, she took notice of the faint, blue-ish light that was coming from downstairs, from the living room. The little Delilah jumped down her bed, and slowly walked out the bedroom; carefully making her way to the corridor – making sure that her parents' room's door was closed, - she finally started going down the stairs, her almost non-existent weight being an advantage in not making any noise.

She took a sigh of relief as she saw both of her brothers in front of the huge Philips television; Jay sitting crossed legged on the carpet, in his oversized Oakland Orioles pajama pants and white tank top, while Mark lied next to him on his belly, his head held up between his palms. Actually though, something blocked her from running to her big brothers; what they were watching, it was like nothing she had seen before.

It looked like a stadium, and maybe it was; there were a lot of people, families, kids, and all of them were clapping their hands and cheering for the guy that the camera had just set its eyes on. He looked huge, and funny above all; platinum blonde hair coming out a yellow bandanna, and a pair of absolutely weird mustache of the same colour. As this unknown stranger walked through a corridor between all the people being absolutely excited that he was there, he waved a United States flag, and he really seemed proud as he was doing it; the girl's mouth widened in a huge smile. She didn't know who that guy was, but that was the instant reaction that she had as she first saw him.

"What is this?" she had silently dragged herself closer to them; as they had heard that whisper, both the big brothers had turned their heads, finding their youngest sibling keeping her big eyes focused on the tv.

"Lily!" Jaymin talked in a low voice, being the oldest of them he should have been the one berating her, "What are you doing here?" Mark brought a finger to his lips, silently telling everyone to be quiet.

"I can't sleep," she replied, holding onto the lion, "But who is the funny guy with the yellow hair?" Jay snorted; the last thing he wanted was to lose all the fun because of his curious sister.

"If I tell you will you shut up?" the younger brother asked; Delilah nodded happily, as the two kids made some space for her so she could sit between them. "That dude there," Mark pointed at the screen, "It's Hulk Hogan, and he's one of the greatest heroes of all time." the girl's mouth opened, as she kept her eyes on the tv while her brother talked to her.

"Yeah, the Hulkster!" Jay said, excited, "He's going to kick Slaughter's butt, and he'll become the champ."

"Slaughter?" Delilah asked again; she followed Jaymin's finger pointing at a different guy not too far from Hulk Hogan. This other one was dressed as a soldier, had little or no hair, a dark moustache and a definitely unfriendly expression; he was in a corner of this square, held together by three ropes, that were red, blue and white. On his shoulder, he had something shiny, that looked like a belt.

"Sergeant Slaughter, yep," Mark told her, "He's the bad guy." the little girl had to admit to herself that the man she had seen first looked far more nice; he was energetic, just by seeing him he had brought a smile to her face, and curiosity to her heart.
But as Hogan and Slaughter squared off in the middle of the ring, punching each other, Delilah gasped, leaning closer to Mark; the youngest of her two brothers giggled, his arm now surrounding her small shoulders. "That's wrestling, Lily." with her big hazel eyes, she looked up at him, and then back at the tv; as time went by, she got even more astonished at seeing that the two men fighting were now making each other fly through the air, and then back down on the mat. It was something spectacular, incredible; and all of it got more interesting with every minute passing by.

"I like it."

"It's not for girls..." Jay commented, rolling his eyes; Delilah shot a glare at her big brother, settling her eyes on the fight once again.

"If you no let me stay here and watch with you," she whispered, "I'm telling daddy who opened the chicken house last week." both Mark and his older brother widened their eyes.

"You're not going to do it, right?" Mark turned his head at her, his chocolate brown eyes begging as he talked softly to her ear. Delilah looked down for a second, then brought a hand to her mouth so she could talk without Jay hearing her.

"Never," she said to him, "But big brother don't want me to stay..."

"Okay, okay," Jay finally sighed, "We're watching it together every time, all the time. Happy?" the little girl smiled with all her missing teeth to her bigger brother; she stood up and went to him, tiptoeing to leave a humid kiss on his cheek. With the disgust of a kid receiving a kiss from his own sister, he brushed his hand on his face, hoping to make it go away.

Yet, as he looked at her sitting between him and Mark, he had to admit that it almost made him happy how his little sister had decided to learn about that world with them; maybe, they would have really ended up watching wrestling together, forever.