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I watched New York go past as I rode to meet Linda for lunch. I had been pulled from producing right now, and was back on social media duty for the official WWE and NXT accounts. I was fine with it because I had already started to have morning sickness, and Elias was already running through everything since he found out we were having a baby. I got out and went inside. Linda was already at the table as I walked over to her. She pulled me for a hug before we both sat back down. She was an amazing grandmother, but I was never allowed to actually called her Grandma, so we stuck to formal names.
"How are you?" she asked me and I gave a weak smile.
"Morning sickness is getting to me." I admitted and she nodded.
"I had it bad with both, but it only last through the first trimester." she said and I nodded.
"Speaking of which, how far along are you?" she asked me.
"10 weeks." she said and I saw her doing the math.
"It is Elias's..." I confirmed and she gave a sly smile. I had already done the math when I first found out because I was mortified to think that it might be from the night Seth raped me. I was so glad to find out that it wasn't.
"I am glad that it is, but I am always looking to get rid of useless waste." she said and I smirked. I knew that she also understood why we didn't get rid of him. We had him where we wanted him, and it was much easier to control him.
"I am happy for you, and so is Vince." she said and I smiled at her. I was glad to hear that, but I was missing my Dad. I wanted him here for these things. I had been talking to Marissa behind Dad's back and she was so happy for us.
"Thanks, I just wish Dad would come around." I admitted and she nodded.
"I know he's upset that he didn't get to walk you down the aisle, but I really think he is just upset that you are growing up. You have found a husband, so you don't need him so much anymore." she said and I nodded. I had thought of that, but I wished that he would tell me that instead of just being a dick about it.
I spend a few hours with Linda before heading back to the condo. I went upstairs to see Dad standing in the middle of the kitchen. I was taken back by his presence and looked at him. He was looking around and finally looked at me.
"Dad?" I asked him and he looked at me.
"Trista." he said and looked at me. I was glad that Elias wasn't here, because I could imagine a fight happening.
"What are you doing here?" I asked him and he looked at me.
"I wanted to talk to you." he said and I looked at him.
"Ok... talk." I said and he smirked as he walked closer to me. I wanted to hug him, but I wasn't going to be the one to break my stance on this... he had hurt me.
"I wanted to apologize, but I wish that you had talked to me before getting knocked up by him." he said and I felt my jaw drop at him. He had just told me that I had gotten knocked up... not that I was pregnant by my husband.
"Get out." I said and he shook his head no.
"I don't have to... I have partial ownership of this... remember." he said and I sighed. I knew that he was right. We were both on the deed to this property and I sighed.
"Fine, I will offer my half for sale." I said and he smirked.
"It's not that easy, Trista." he said and I was about to yell at him, but I needed to be calm. I was pregnant.
"Fine, Dad, but I do need you to leave. I am not feeling great, and I want to sleep." I said and he smirked.
"Is that code for you have someone else coming over? I know that Finn is in town." he said and I felt rage. I coudn't stop myself as my right fist connected with his jaw. He stumbled back and I couldn't stop myself. I hit him again. He was not going to put me down for being happy. He finally got out of my arm length and looked at me surprised.
"Get out, Shane. I will talk to the lawyers, and know that I never want anything to do with you. You are not my father, and you are not someone I want in me or my families life." I hissed at him and he was holding his jaw. I had also connected a little higher and a black eye was starting to show. I had called him by his real name, and I knew that got to him as well.
"Trista..." he was saying, but I stepped away from him.
"Get the fuck out." I said louder and he sighed. I never took my eyes off him as he walked to the elevator and finally left. I held my composure until I heard the ding of the elevator going down. I crumpled onto the floor and sobbed. My own father couldn't even be happy for me. I just wanted to be happy.
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