(A/N: Wow, I've got two reviews for this already. I honestly thought it'd be shitty and nobody would really read it. It's kind of confusing how it's all set up, I promise guys, the angst won't last the entire time. Dean (Jon) just has to get his head around all this. And Jessica's been through a lot in her past which is why she's not fighting. So don't get discouraged and think all hope is lost. Because I promise, it's not. Just gonna take a bit to get things where they should be.
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The little girl cleared her throat and walked purposefully through a sea of male legs. She finally stopped when she stood in front of Daniel Bryan. She tugged his pants and when he looked down, she smirked as she kicked his shins. "That for hurtin him." she muttered as Daniel raked his hand through his hair, brow raised, looking in the direction of Dean Ambrose, the leader of the Shield, Randy Orton's new so called 'right hand man'.
Dean tried not to laugh but he quickly made his way over and picked up the little girl, not bothering with an explanation for Danielson. It wasn't his business, really. And Dean wasn't sure how he felt about word getting out back here about his having a kid, because in truth, he was only just starting to warm to the idea himself and he was still wary of being around said child too much, because he didn't want her to see first hand what a monster, what an absolute asshole he could be at times.
It was bad enough he'd shown Jessica a first hand glimpse of that very things, and too many times to count, including, much to his chagrin, the recently remembered events of the night she finally had enough, walked away.
Every time he remembered what he screamed at her and what he threatened her that night he felt sick, disgusted with himself. But you can't go back and rewind time, redo things. All he could do was try not to do it again. Something he'd never wanted to do until he'd found her, gotten her hired to do hair and makeup for the roster.
"Is it just me or did that little girl look just like a mini Ambrose?" one of the guys whispered as Seth leaned in and muttered, "Yeah, she is. It's confirmed, boys.. Our resident asshole? He's a dad."
"Kid had a hell of a kick." one of the guys muttered, trying not to laugh as he said this. Dean snickered. He'd been attempting to do the fatherly thing, quietly lecture his daughter about first of all, sneaking away from her ma and then secondly, kicking the piss out of Daniel Bryan's shin, but when one of the other guys said what he did about his daughter having one hell of a kick, he couldn't help but laughed a little.
"You not mad?"
"Nah. Ya just didn't know it was all part of the show." Dean muttered as he said calmly, "Let's get ya outta here, back to ya ma, before she kicks my ass."
"She won't, da. I tell her I gonna come see ya."
"Ya nose is growin, Cloe.. Wanna maybe try and say what ya really did?"
Cloe bit her lower lip, fuming.. How the heck did he know she snuck off while her mommy was doing the Bella's stage makeup? If he said he wasn't a good daddy, he was crazy in her opinion because he seemed to know exactly what she was doing or thinking, or when she was upset.. Just like a few nights ago when he'd taken her and her mommy to the front row, just behind the barricade so they could watch his match.
"Suck it up Cloe. No sense in poutin. If ya didn't fidget so damn much, I might not have known ya were tellin a lie." Dean stated as he gave the girl a slight smile. He could sort of tell she could tell that he was wary of being around her too much. It bothered him but he was trying to get himself at least partially used to this whole thing.
He pushed open the door to hair and makeup right as Jessica was coming out, calling Cloe's name. "I right here, mommy." she giggled as Dean said quietly, "She umm, she mighta kicked Danielson in the shins."
"Not like he didn't deserve it.. you guys never really got along. He didn't have to gun for ya so damn hard tonight in the ring." Jessica muttered, stepping to the side, letting him into the room.
He stepped in and after getting Cloe sat down with her coloring books, dolls and some weird looking cat toy, he looked at Jessica and said quietly, "Ya watched?"
"Yeah. And the guy still pisses me off, even now." Jessica admitted, biting her lower lip, her hand going hesitantly to a smallish bruise on his right jaw. He caught her hand and said quietly, "We gotta at least try and figure something out about our situation, shit."
"We do.. But I'm not gonna force you to do something you don't wanna do on your own, Jon." she muttered as she avoided looking at him. If she looked up at him right now, he'd know just how badly she wished this wasn't the way it was, that she wanted him back with every cell in her body, with all of her heart, practically.
The thing of that, of course was she was just too damn scared to really try and if she really looked at it, from his point of view, she'd left, with his kid, she had no right to make any sort of demands.
Hell, the fact that he was even trying was sort of shocking her, because the night she'd tried to tell him, she'd begged him to listen to just think about how it might not be the end of the world, he'd been shouting every thing in the book he could think of at her.
He'd been completely dead set against it then. She wasn't sure if he was changing his mind now, or he was just doing this to get her back.. You never really could tell with him, he hid his motives most of the time, because he was too damn afraid to show the other side of himself, the side that she'd only seen a handful of times, but had made her quickly fall in love with him back then.
"What if I said I think I wanna?"
"You can't just think you wanna, Jon.. For the sake of Cloe, you gotta know."
"Ya act like ya got no part in this, Jessi. Ya act like ya don't love me. I can tell ya still feel something."
She looked up, biting her lower lip. The door opening and AJ stepping in with their usual binge, chili cheese fries from the concession area had her realizing just how close she'd been to kissing him at that particular moment, how close they were standing. This always happened, they always wound up gravitating towards one another, even 4 years away hadn't changed it.
"Interrupting something?" she asked as Dean shook his head and then said quietly, "Nah, I'm gonna go.. Jessi, we're gonna talk later." as he walked out of the room after picking up Cloe, letting her hug him.
"Dad's gonna fix this." he muttered as her little arms closed around his neck.
"I know, da." Cloe said quietly as she added "Loves you."
He walked out, the words of his daughter weighing heavily on his mind. That alone made up his mind.. He had to at least be in her life in some way. He had to fix this fucked up situation because he'd been away from Jessi AND his daughter too long now.
Maybe that's why none of the other girls ever really made a lasting impression since. He grumbled to himself as he walked back into the men's locker room and into a ton of rapid fire questions from almost all the guys he fought beside on the roster.
"damn.. ya act like I know everything about 'em.. All I do know is I'm gonna fix the shit that went wrong." he said as Seth looked upward and Roman did too and muttered, "Fucking finally.."
