Chapter 9: Malcolm
I grabbed my woman's championship belt and headed for the door.
I walked into the 'Photo Shoot Office' as I called it and walked in. I took my jacket off, revealing my new gear to the ring.
I tied the belt around my waist and posed. I blew a kiss and acted happy, although inside I just wanted to burst into tears.
There was a knock at the door. The photographer answered it. "Can you come back another time, we are busy," he said. "But it is important," I heard a voice say. I looked back, I couldn't see anyone but a little boy. He looked so cute! The photographer slammed the door and went back to the camera.
I raised my championship in the air. They put on the fan which let my hair move all around me. The sun shined through the window and the picture looked perfect, as if I was on the beach.
When the shoot was over, I grabbed everything and opened the door. The boy and Mickie were standing there with J.D Samuels. "Hi Micks, what's going on? Wait…I know you!" I pointed to J.D Samuels. "You took my baby away!" I folded my arms.
"Yes well, your friend Mickie here has persuaded me to let you live with Malcolm," she said and walked off. "Aren't you going to ask for more details?" Mickie asked. "I just want to see my baby boy!" I shouted and I kneeled down so I was his level.
"Who are you?" he asked, licking a lollipop. "No you're not. You can't be, my mum is Mrs Terranotchi," he said, holding onto his little bag. "No that's not true. You were taken away from me when you were a few months old," I hugged him but he pulled away. That broke my heart. My little boy not even remembering who I was.
He grabbed onto Mickie's leg. "She is scaring me," he whimpered. "We should take him to see Adam, he might remember him, he hasn't changed much since 5 years ago," she whispered in my ear. I nodded, tears streaming down my eyes.
We knocked on Adam's door. "Use your key man!" Mickie said. "I don't have it!" I argued. Adam opened the door. "Come in," he said, staring at Malcolm the whole way.
We sat down, he looked at me. "Is that him?" he asked. I nodded. Malcolm sat on Mickie's lap. "Why is he so attached to you?" I asked.
"My name is Malcolm Terranotchi, not he!" he shouted. He must of gotten his rudeness from me. "Oh no. You're name is Malcolm Copeland," I smiled. "What kind of name is Copeland?" he asked, struggling to say the name.
Adam and I stared at each other. Adam got a picture and showed it to him. It was a picture of us and Malcolm when he was born.
"Is that me?" he asked. Adam nodded. "And that is me and her," he pointed to me. "Hmm…" Malcolm said, scanning the house selectively.
He got up and walked over to the fridge. He had curly blonde hair like Adam and he had my face. He was quite small but it wasn't hard to believe he was five.
He opened the fridge. "Where is your ice cream?" he asked. I got up and walked him to the freezer. "Choose any flavour you want," he got the Vanilla tub of ice cream and tried to set it down on the table, of course he was too short. I took it from him and set it on the table. Adam got up and helped me scoop the ice cream. He had a firm grip on my arm.
Malcolm grabbed the ice cream from me and sat down on the couch. He turned on the television and started watching Spongebob Squarepants.
"Umm…are you going to talk to us?" Adam asked. Malcolm shook his head and continued walking. I almost lost my temper but I didn't, it was his first day with us for 5 years so I couldn't get in his bad books.
He wouldn't speak to us, we tried to make him talk, we tried tickling him, nothing would work. "Malcolm what's wrong?" I asked.
"Well, I have no idea who you two are yet you say you are my mum and dad, but if that's true, I don't remember anything," he finally said. "Didn't the picture refresh your memory?" Adam asked.
"The only thing I remember before seeing Mrs Terranotchi was screaming and shouting, and then I remember being put into a car and that's it," he just sat there, trying to remember.
"Well I am sure you will remember one day, as you'll be with us for a long time," Adam held onto his left hand and I took the other. "Fine, but as long as you treat me nicely because the screaming and shouting is something I don't want to remember," he smiled.
I kissed his cheek. "I don't like kisses," he said. I just giggled at his cuteness. My phone rang. "Hello…I'm sorry…it wasn't me who…" I walked into the toilet, this phone call needed to be private.
"I will never do that…you want revenge you get it yourself because today the greatest thing in my life happened to me and if you mess that up there will be hell to pay…you think I am kidding? I've still held onto the temper I had 5 years ago and you don't want to see that side of me!" I warned Randy.
I hung up and walked out of the toilet. "What was that?" Adam asked. "You don't want to know," I whispered. Malcolm got up again. "You wander of a lot," Adam smiled. "I just want to look around the place," he said.
Adam changed the channel and a repeat of RAW was on. Malcolm heard it and rushed to the couch. "My favourite!" he said. Adam and I smiled at each other. "Who's your favourite diva?" Adam asked. "Maybe Sky or Mickie James,"
"What about your favourite wrestler?" I asked. "Maybe Edge, he's so cool when he does the spear!" he exclaimed. "What would you do if you found out that your dad was Edge and your mum was Sky?" Adam asked. He winked at me. I laughed and pulled a face that said 'You are crazy sometimes'.
"That would be so awesome! You know, you kind of look like them," he said. "What is we were them?" I asked. "You guys cant be!" he shouted. "Get the pictures Adam," I smiled. He got our cupboard full of pictures of Edge and Sky.
I held the pictures up. "And you are saying that can't be us?" I asked. Malcolm's mouth dropped open. "You mean…wow!" he smiled and gazed at the pictures like a lovesick puppy. Kind of like how Adam was when he met me.
"I don't believe this! I'm the son of two great wrestlers!" he finally said. I gave him a hug, it felt uncomfortable but it was still a hug nonetheless.
"Do you know what my dream is?" he asked. "Going backstage to a WWE show?" Adam asked while getting us drinks. He nodded his head. "I'll take you with me on Monday if you want," I said. "Yes please!" he said.
Adam sat down with Malcolm and I and we watched the RAW repeat. For the first time in years, I felt like I had a proper family and nothing could change that.
