Chapter Eleven: Randy's P.O.V.

"Aww…Randy, she's so cute," Payton marveled at the little girl that I had just walked in the door of my house.

"You can have her," I muttered to myself but John heard me.

"Dude, stop being so negative and take responsibility," he told me.

"Well, sorry I'm not happy about having my life ruined. I'm only 24, damn it. I have my whole life ahead of me!"

"Yeah, you do. It just so happens that now your life also includes a little girl, who is your daughter."

"Great, you've gone all Dr. Phil on me. I'm going to room," I said and went upstairs. Not five minutes after lying down on my bed, my cell phone rang.

I looked at the caller ID. It was Dave.

I let it ring, knowing that John probably called him and now he was calling me to give me his responsibility lecture that he gave to his girls all the time. It finished ringing and a moment later a tone played, signaling that I had gotten a voice message. I debated back and forth the option of whether or not to listen to it, and soon I found myself dialing my checking my voicemail.

"Damn it, Randy. I know you're there. Answer your damn phone! Listen, I know you're upset about this whole thing, but just face the facts you can't do anything about it now. You're going to have to deal with it despite whether you want to or not. Anyway, just give me a call back or pick up your phone, which ever one you feel like doing. "

Dave just didn't understand. There was no way he could. He wanted children when he had them. I didn't. I was just getting started in wrestling and this would only throw a wrench into my whole career.

I laid there for who knows how long, thinking of how I was going to take care of that kid downstairs and work at the same time. Not to mention how it would affect my social life. I wouldn't get to go out hardly at all. Unless I charmed some unfortunate Diva into watching the girl while I went out. I couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of how manipulative I was. I could get anything that I wanted and if I wanted to go out and drop this kid off with someone, I'd get it.

My cell phone rang once again and I absentmindedly picked it up.

"Hello?"

"So you finally decided to answer it?" Dave questioned.

'Shit' I thought to myself. "Sorry I was sleeping," I lied.

"Yeah, if you say so," he replied, seeing right through my lie. "So, what are you planning on doing with your daughter?"

I cringed at the sound of hearing the fact that I had a daughter. "I haven't figured that one out, man."

"Well, do you know anyone that would come on the road and help you with her?"

I thought and the first person that came to my mind was my mother. She didn't even know about this yet and I had to go back on the road the day after tomorrow. There was no way I could spring this on her at the last moment. Then another person popped into my head, one that I never would've expected.

"Yeah, I think I got someone," I said, smiling. Getting her to agree to it would be the difficult part. But then again, I did get what I wanted.