Stuck Chapter 9 Disclaimer: I own Jamie and Madison…no one else…sadly…
A/N: Heyyyy! I said in the Firecracker notes that I'd post this chapter up tonight...and hereeeee it is! :o) I hope you enjoy it! Definitely let me know what you think! I'm gonna continue writing, especially since I don't have work tomorrow. I've got nothing but time...aside from the errands I'll be running...and by errands I mean I'm getting my nails done and going out to dinner. Other than that my time will be dedicated to getting more updates for you all :o) Love you!
Raw
"Last week, I was blindsided by that no talent, disrespectful, useless, annoying, bratty, whiny, childish punk, Daniel Bryan. I mean tag teaming with my ex-girlfriend right in front of me? Really? Really? That's lower than low, even for someone as low on the totem pole as he is." The Miz was in the ring, microphone in hand, Alex Riley next to him. "That is a just a whole new level of unacceptable behavior that I should not have to deal with. I deserve respect and admiration, especially from someone as unimportant as Daniel Bryan! He should be looking up to me, not disrespecting me like that. I don't know who he thinks he is, but he and Jamie are out of their minds!"
As the Transplants' "Romper Stomper" began playing through the arena, the crowd roared with excitement, upon hearing the familiar entrance theme of everyone's favorite Diva. Jamie walked out in a pair of form fitting, flattering jeans, a hot pink tank top, with a loose, black, off-the-shoulder top over it, along with a pair of open-toed, four inch pumps. She made her way down the ramp, a smirk on her face, as she stared the Miz down. Jamie took a microphone and climbed up the steps, making her way into the ring. She walked right up to the Miz and began speaking.
"Can I just say that I'm sorry if you're not happy that I'm back, but I thought you'd be happy to see me, Mike?" she began.
"Oh really? And what in the world would give you that impression, Jamie? When have I ever made it seem like I would even want you to come back on Raw?" he asked her with a scowl on his face.
"Well, in case you don't remember, we were together for a very, very long time. I thought after we had so much time apart from each other, you'd really be looking forward to this moment."
"Do I look happy to see you?"
"Not quite. You know, it's really funny how all of this happened, actually. The reason I came back is all your fault, Mike. I was at home, minding my own business, just watching Raw, with my daughter. Oh…let me back up slightly…my daughter…ummm, she's the baby I had about five months ago, who unfortunately was fathered by you. Of course, you might not really know too much about her, considering after the whole Maryse ordeal, you've had no interest in being a father to her. But anyway, that's a whole other story, for a whole other night, and a whole different speech. Anyway, I saw you picking on Daniel Bryan because you're a big bully, who wants the attention and wants to feel important, so you think it's necessary to pick on people with more talent but without as much exposure as idiots like you have had. So, I decided that you needed to be taught a little lesson about how to treat people properly, and I picked up the phone and called my good friend, who you might know. In fact, everyone might know him quite well. Vince McMahon. And he was more than willing to accommodate my little request and give me my job back," she said, grinning devilishly.
"Awesome. So, I guess that means you're back for good?" he asked with a sarcastic smile on his face.
"Yes, I certainly am." The crowd cheered loudly upon learning that Jamie was going to be back for more than just a surprise appearance. "And trust me, when I tell you, I'm going to make you as miserable as you've made me for the past year and a half. And tell that little bimbo of your's, Maryse, she's gonna get her's, too."
"So, now, you're gonna blame our relationship problems on Maryse?" he asked with an eye roll.
"Uh no. Definitely not. I'm blaming you, Michael, because our relationship was completely fine aside from the fact that you were screwing around with her for the last few months we were together."
"Oh, so, you are-"
"You know, Mike? Here's a fact. You're not awesome. In fact, none of these people here even think that you're just a little awesome. You need to get over yourself, and I'm gonna do whatever I possibly can to hurt you. You see that little Money in the Bank briefcase you carry around, like a two year old with a teddy bear? Well, let's keep in mind, my brother is the WWE Champion." Everyone cheered at the mere mention of Randy. "You have your little male escort boyfriend or whatever watching your back and protecting you. So, that means there are two people who have it in for my brother, aside from the fact that everyone wants a shot at his title. But there are now two thorns in my side, who need to be eliminated. I'm back now. And I'm gonna make sure that you don't take that belt away from him. I'm gonna destroy you, Michael," she warned him. "You're gonna regret the day that you won that briefcase because your life is going to be a living hell, now."
"Oh really? You think so? What are you gonna do, Jamie? Cry on me?" he asked, mockingly.
"Go ahead and mock me. You're not gonna be laughing when I shove that briefcase so far up your rear end that you spit shards out of it for the next two decades," she shot back, confrontationally.
"Oh yeah. I'm so terrified of you," he shot back.
Jamie stepped closer to him. "You will be," she promised, in his face. "Trust me, I'm gonna wipe the floor with you, and your little manservant…girlfriend…or whatever it is that Alex Riley is to you."
"You really think you're that important to the WWE universe, don't you?" he asked in her face.
Everyone cheered and began chanting Jamie's name. She smiled arrogantly and held her arms out to her sides, bent at the elbows, with a shrug. "Well, yeah, I guess I do because unless you're hard of hearing and don't know whose name is being chanted right now, it's mine. They want me to kick your ass, pal. They boo you and that little idiot over there. Watch your backs, both of you because I'm back, and I'm planning on getting a little revenge," she warned, dropping the microphone, leaving the ring and walking back up the ramp, backwards, facing Mike, as the two stared each other down.
That night, Jamie was in her hotel room. She had Madison on the bed. She was already fed, changed and in her pajamas. The baby was wide awake, though. She was playing peek-a-boo with her.
Jamie thought that Mike might want to see her when he came in from the arena, at least to say goodnight to her. She glanced at the clock. He should be arriving any minute now. She had left the Raw taping early to get the baby ready for bed, not to mention she was tired, herself. So, in her sweatpants and tank top, Jamie took her cell phone and keycard and went into the lobby, waiting to see Mike.
"Hey beautiful," John Cena greeted, walking over to her, as soon as she entered the hotel lobby.
"Hi John," she said with a smile.
"You waiting for Randy?"
"Mike, actually."
"Oh…interesting…he should be here soon."
"Thanks." Jamie sat on one of the lobby couches with Madison on her lap, waiting for her daughter's father to walk in.
"Who's that beautiful little girl?" Mike's voice asked from behind Jamie. She turned around to see his face right near her's. His eyes turned to Jamie for a moment and the pair's gazes were locked on each other momentarily, before she turned around and stood up. The baby was smiling excitedly.
"I had gotten her ready for bed, but she's wide awake, so I thought we could wait to say hi to you," she explained.
Mike smiled at Jamie. "Thanks. That makes me really happy." He put his bags down. She handed Madison over to him. He held the baby in his arms and pressed a kiss to her head. "How's my little girl?" he cooed at his daughter. The baby began squealing with excitement from the attention she was getting.
"You look really cute with her," Jamie commented.
"Thanks."
"Here. I'll take her. You can check in and get settled. We're in room 1232, if you wanna stop by when you're all relaxed," she told him.
"Okay. Thanks, Jame. Room 1232, right?"
"Yup." Mike handed Madison over to him. Jamie took her. The baby protested and reached for her father.
"Whoa, Madi," Jamie said. "Do you like him better all of a sudden?" The baby began whining and reaching for Mike again.
"I can check in with her," he said. "If that helps."
"Okay." Jamie handed Madison back over to Mike.
"You like me, Madison, don't you?" he asked with a smile. Jamie rolled her eyes. She was totally jealous of the fact that Madison wanted to be with Mike instead of her. She couldn't even fake the opposite.
"You're new, of course she likes you," Jamie pointed out.
"That's true," he agreed. Madison grabbed his nose, and he laughed.
Randy walked into the lobby and over to his little sister. "Hey Jame."
"Hey Randy."
"Is that Madison?" he asked, cooing at his niece. She squealed with delight and hid her face in Mike's chest for a moment, before looking back up at her Uncle Randy. "That is my baby girl!" he continued gushing over her. Madison reached for him. Randy put his bags down and took the baby from Mike. Jamie gently rubbed her daughter's back. Madison giggled at Randy and buried her head into his neck.
"Aw, my little mush," Jamie spoke. A few moments later, Madison lifted her head and reached for her mother. She took her baby. "Alright, I'm gonna bring her upstairs. Mike, I'll see you in a little while?"
"Definitely."
"Okay. Randy, I love you. Goodnight."
"Love you, too, Jame. And I love you, Madi," he said, giving both his sister and niece kisses on the cheek, before Jamie walked over to the elevators and went back up into her room, wondering if Mike was actually gonna stop by.
It was barely a half an hour later, when there was a knock on Jamie's hotel room door. She got up from the bed. Madison was in the crib. She walked over to the door and opened it. Not surprisingly, Mike was standing there.
"Hey," he greeted.
"Hey," she said. "You wanna come in?"
"Sure." Mike walked into the room. Jamie shut the door behind him.
"Madison's in the crib."
He walked over to the crib and saw his daughter, laying there. She looked up at him and smiled. "Hey beautiful," he greeted her. "Long time, no see." He turned to Jamie. "Is it okay if I pick her up?"
"Yeah, sure," she replied, sitting back on her bed.
Mike picked up the baby and walked over to where Jamie was sitting and sat in front of her with the baby. "Mommy is so beautiful, isn't she, Madison?" he asked the baby. "Just like you."
Jamie reached over and ran her fingertips over her baby's belly, causing her daughter to kick out her feet and giggle. The sound of Madison's laugh always managed to bring a smile onto Jamie's face. It was like music to her ears. "I love you, my little mush," she cooed over her baby girl.
"Do you like being a mom?" he asked her.
"It's the greatest thing that's ever happened to me," she told him, without the slightest hint of doubt in her words. "When we broke up, and I knew that I was having Madison, I was so terrified. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how to be a mother, but once she came along, everything was just…I dunno. It was just so perfect because she was finally here, and it made everything in my life so much better. Just looking at her makes all of my problems disappear. Don't get me wrong, to this day, it's not an easy job…not by a long shot, but it's so worth all of the work. I love her more and more every second of every day," she explained her feelings on being a mother.
"I wish I was there for it all…"
"Well, you weren't, but we managed," she said with a shrug.
"I'm sorry."
"Apologies don't fix anything. Just…make it so that she never has to not have a father again, please."
"I won't. I can't believe she's our baby. It's so weird to think that we made her. She's amazing."
"I'm not gonna lie, I know everyone says they have the most adorable, beautiful baby, but she really is."
"Yeah."
Madison smiled at her mother and reached for her. Jamie took her daughter and sat her on her lap, with Jamie's hand across her daughter's stomach. Madison's hands held onto Jamie's, protectively.
"You love your mommy, don't you?" Mike cooed at the baby. Madison smiled and leaned back against Jamie. "Yes, you do."
"That's right she does. You love your mommy," Jamie said, bringing her lips to her baby's head, planting a gentle kiss on it. Madison yawned.
"Uh oh. The baby's sleepy, isn't she?" Mike asked.
"Is she?"
"She yawned."
"Okay. I'm gonna put my little mush into the crib, so she can go beddy bye," Jamie said. She picked up the baby and leaned her over towards Mike. "Give daddy a kiss," she said. Madison reached for Mike.
He took her from Jamie, gave her a hug and a kiss, before handing her back over. "Goodnight, Madison."
Jamie brought her over to the crib. "Goodnight, baby love," she said, giving her daughter a kiss and putting her down with her pink blanket over her little body. "Mommy loves you," she said, gently rubbing her daughter's arms with her finger, before walking back over to the bed and sitting down in her spot, across from Mike.
"This is how it was supposed to be."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Well, you know..like, mommy and daddy with their little baby girl, Madison," he explained.
"Things don't always work out the way they're supposed to be," she replied with a shake of her head.
"It's my fault. I know that. I wish I could go back in time. There are so many things I'd change," he said.
She shrugged. "Well, you can't, so it is what it is."
"I want us to fix things."
"What do you mean? I'm giving you a chance to be a father to our daughter. What more can you want?" she asked, keeping her voice low, so as not to interrupt Madison falling asleep.
"I dunno. I want us to be together again."
"That's not happening."
"Why not?"
"Because you destroyed that."
"There's gotta be some way to patch things up and start over again. I mean, we have a baby, and we have so much history."
She shook her head. "Mike, I loved you. I did everything I could to make us work. I thought we were destined for the long term, but you didn't want that. You wanted Maryse, and that's fine."
"That's not true."
"We can't have this conversation right now. Not when Madison is a few feet away trying to go to sleep."
"Well, when are we gonna be able to have it?"
"I don't know."
"Maybe Randy or someone can watch her for a little while tomorrow, so that we can talk about it," Mike suggested.
"I don't know, Mike. We'll see what happens, okay? Honestly, I don't really wanna have any relationship with you outside of being parents to Madison. Other than that, I really don't want to have anything to do with you."
"You don't mean that."
"Yes, I do."
"I don't believe that."
"That's your problem."
"Come on, just give me a chance to prove myself to you."
"I did give you a chance to prove yourself, and you destroyed it. Listen, it's getting late. I'm tired. You need sleep, too. So, I think you should just go back to your room and maybe I'll see you tomorrow or something."
"Maybe?"
"Maybe."
Mike shook his head slowly, looking down and breathed loudly. "Okay," he relented, not wanting to argue with her. He looked up at Jamie. "Well, I really want to see you and Madison tomorrow."
"Maybe it'll happen."
"Please?" he pleaded.
Jamie rolled her eyes. "Fine. I'll see you tomorrow…but I have a photo shoot at 1, and then, Madi and I are flying back home until Monday."
"So, I'm not gonna see either one of your for a week?" he asked her, not understanding how that was possible with the schedule that went with being an employee of Vince McMahon's. It didn't make sense to him.
"That's part of the contract. I don't do a lot of shows. I do Raw, maybe a house show or two, and any Pay Per Views I'm involved in."
"And this week you're not doing any house shows?" "No. I'm flying home after the photo shoot," she repeated herself, finding herself growing more and more annoyed with him at every passing second that his lips were moving. She really just wanted to kick him out at this point.
"Oh…okay, then. Maybe we can get breakfast or something in the morning?" he suggested.
"I'm getting room service," she flatly replied.
"Oh…" He looked like a wounded puppy, and Jamie actually felt a little badly about being difficult.
"If you want to come by in the morning, though, we can all have breakfast together in here," she relented.
A smile popped across Mike's face. "Really?"
"Yeah," she agreed, not really wanting to.
"You're the best. Thank you so much," he said and leaned in, giving her a hug. She quickly pulled back from his grasp.
"Let's not play that physical contact game right now."
"Oh…okay. Sorry. Seriously, though, thank you."
"Don't mention it. We'll have breakfast around 7:30 or so. Just knock on the door, okay?"
"Okay. Thanks, Jamie. You won't regret this."
"Somehow I find it really hard to believe that, but I'll give you the benefit of the doubt," she replied. "Goodnight, Michael."
Mike got up and walked toward the door, smiling at Jamie the whole time. "Goodnight, Jamie," he said, before leaving.
