21
Cait stared at the man that was supposed to be her father, but then again she had no memories of him at all, not like Dottie did.
"So, you're my Dad?" She asked as he took her suitcase.
The man with the red hair and a physique close to that of Sheamus. He was bigger than what she had imagined, she imagined him to maybe be something like Fergal but then again he worked with Orangutans and Gorillas on a regular basis. He was a big man.
"Doran O'Connor."
"So I don't have any half siblings that I don't know about."
"I never gave up hope that I would find my two daughters, finding love was hard to do when I thought they would all turn out to be like your mother."
She watched as he put her suitcase in the back of a truck.
"Fergal took Dottie to her counseling appointment. We haven't heard anything else about your mother in the last couple of days."
That was a shame, she wanted to at least see what her mother looked like in a jail jumper for once. Probably as pitiful as when she took Dottie away from the Facility. Her mother didn't like that day at all.
Drew left her at the airport, after the blow up she had with Colby. "Maybe it's time to tell your own sister what's going on with you." Drew said and offered a tired smile.
So Cait came back to New York City to be with her sister and tell her some of the things that were going on.
"Dottie told me she's not the only one in a relationship with a professional wrestler." Doran said as they waited for yet another red light to turn green.
"I was at least."
"Sorry to hear that."
She rested her head against the window. Worrying about stuff like that would only make her already upset stomach worse than before. Already with two positive tests in her carry on reminding her of the drawbacks of having unprotected sex, she didn't need to get sick over her latest failed relationship.
"Did you love us?" Cait asked.
"I always have, Caitlin. I never stopped but I couldn't stop living, so I found a way to keep memories alive. Primates are just like children, so I latched onto them because I didn't want to have anymore other than the two I was forced to give up."
"I hate mom." Cait turned her gaze back out the window, watching the tall buildings go by. "I hated her when she treated Dottie like shit. How she just treated her like a broken toy, where I had to live up to her expectations."
And then finding out that she had tried to kill Fergal, and there was a real victim that no one seemed to care about. It was all just so sickening even more.
What was worse, how the hell did anyone know about Dottie's placement in that Facility? The Asylum.
"It's no one's business by mine, her sisters and our friends to know that about Dottie." Fergal said in a dark tone to the woman who was Interviewing them for Inside Edition. "I don't know who told you such a private matter, but that was uncalled for. Excuse me, I'm going to make sure my Lovely is okay."
And then it went to hell. Most of the staff never mentioned it, the close friends she had were on her side and assured her that none of them mentioned Dottie's time in the Facility.
"Hey, after that do you think she'll go back to that asylum? Can we have a going away party?" Alicia Fox had asked, a smile plastered on her pretty face. If Bailey and Jon hadn't been there, Cait was sure she could have unprettied that pretty face that Fox had.
The woman known as Bayley had to physically stop Cait from wrapping her hands around that bitch's throat, Alicia Fox. Oh, she wanted to, but that was before Jon Good had to act like a superhero and pull her away. No amount of begging could get Fox out of that hole she dug herself when Bailey said what happened. Even the Bellas stepped up for Dottie.
Lost in her own little thought process, Cait hadn't realized they pulled up to the parking area of Fergal's apartment building.
"I just have to tell the security guy who I am and why we're here. Fergal alerted him and told him what what going on." Doran said as they got out of the truck.
The two of them made their way up to Fergal's apartment. Neither Cait or Doran spoke, he did insist on carrying her overnight duffel for her.
"Are you going to tell your sister what's bothering you?" Doran asked.
"Maybe, I don't know." She thumbed the strap of her backpack.
Cait had prepared herself for the borage of questions Dottie would be sure to ask when she saw her. She was thankful for the appointment Dottie kept because the apartment was quiet when Cait and Doran got there.
As she put her things in the guest bedroom, Doran stood at the doorway to the room and watched her.
"How have you been, Caitlin?"
It was strange hearing another Irishman around. Fergal was a staple in her life because of Dottie. But now a traditional looking redhead Irishman who apparently was her father stood there so quiet that it was unsettling.
"No so good, Doran."
"With everything going, I can understand. The old adage of History Repeats itself seems to have a place in our life."
"Did my mother ever regret having Dottie?"
"Yes, I'm not going to lie about that. She did. I refused to give up on her, on Dottie, even when Marjorie wanted to give Dottie up for adoption."
Cait turned around and looked at him. "She wanted to give Dottie up?"
"She threatened to do that when we were going through with the divorce. She threatened to send Dottie back to Ireland, where Dottie was born because at the time she wasn't an American Citizen yet, neither was I. She liked to use Dottie's well being as a weapon. It's how she got custody of the two of you."
"I wonder why she didn't after she took us away from you."
"I don't know. Having control over things, over people, that was one of the reasons why she and I didn't last long."
Cait looked at her the man that was her father. "Dottie was obsessed with you when she saw you on that zoo television show."
"I know, Fergal told me."
Doran had a few days with Fergal and Dottie. Doran had time to spend with Dottie but since Cait was working at the time, she didn't get that chance. She didn't know him at all, only through some of what Dottie had said.
"So, you work with animals?" Cait asked, her voice hard to find.
He nodded. "I used to take Dottie to work with me when your mother didn't want to have anything to do with her."
Looking at the bed, Cait sighed. "Mind if I take a nap? I'm really tired from the flight."
"Sure. I'll be in the living room if you need me."
He left the door open as Cait flopped back on the bed. Her phone made a sound but she ignored it. She left it on the bedside table and faced away from it, looking at the window that showed a sky similar to the mood she was already having.
However long she slept, Cait didn't know, but she woke up to someone shaking her shoulder.
"Dottie, leave her alone." Fergal said from somewhere.
"No, it's okay." She opened her eyes and looked at Dottie. "Hi, Sisser."
"What's wrong? Why did you leave the road? Did something happen? Was it because of me?" Her sister asked as she sat on the edge of the bed.
Cait turned over and sighed. "You really have no fault in what happened."
"What happened?"
"Just a diva, and I'm going to use that word, made a snide remark about you going back to the Facility. I still have no idea how that got released."
Dottie looked down at her hands. "You did something wrong, didn't you?"
"Everything went wrong, Dottie. Mom arrested for trying to kill you and Fergal, me and Colby breaking up…"
"You broke up with Colby? Why?" Dottie began to rock, curling over her knees slightly. "Can he still be my friend?"
Cait sighed. "Yes, of course he can still be your friend."
Fergal spoke up. "Dottie, come on. Leave her alone."
"But…"
"Dorothy," Fergal said in a tone that could only be seen as a father.
Dottie stood up so fast that she made the bed move. Cait didn't even move as she watched Dottie leave the room in a huff.
As Fergal prepared to leave, using his crutches, Cait called out to him. "Don't treat her like that, Fergal. I'll figure out a way to talk to her. No need to talk to her like a little kid."
He lowered his head. "It's the only way I can get her to pay attention."
"I know you want me to have some peace and quiet, but what happened was my fault. I quit because of what happened."
Dottie appeared back in the room. "You quit, why did you quit? I thought you liked that job. You were really good, Cait."
"Dottie," Fergal almost growled.
Cait sighed. "We'll talk about this in a little bit, Dottie. I promise. We will talk about it. But please, I need some time."
"You promise you will tell me what's going on?"
Cait nodded. "I promise."
Dottie pulled at her ponytail, which was instantly stopped by Fergal. He caught her wrist but kissed her hand. Dottie's face went from frantic to soft, her child like appearance returning. She pulled away from him and walked away, heading towards his bedroom no doubt.
"Take care of her, Fergal." Cait said.
She watched him use the crutches as he went after Dottie. Doran stepped out from around the door and leaned against the door jam.
"I'm heading out. I was asked to drop by the zoo. One of the gorillas is having complications with her pregnancy."
"Sure, yeah. Go. I'll be here."
His green eyes, much like that of Dottie's, looked at her. Cait was gifted with her mother's blue eyes, something she wished she could cover up it up with contacts and have those green eyes. At the very least have brown eyes.
"You grew up to be a great woman, Caitlin. Seeing you with Dottie, seeing how you speak to her like she's not a little kid and in a tone that won't scare her, that's a good sister."
"Thanks." She didn't believe what she said.
He left her alone, leaving the door open a little and she laid back down on the bed.
Cait got up and went to the small bathroom down the hall. She finished and went to go back to the bedroom but stopped. Turning around she walked back to the end of the hall where Fergal's room was. It was night, she figured they would asleep but the door was open. But they weren't.
Dottie sat between Fergal's legs and hand sewing something, something that looked like needle point. She was wearing a bra but Fergal was kissing the space between her shoulder blades, his hands running up and down her arms. That was the most serene her sister ever had looked. She was calm, she was absorbed in what she was doing.
"Hello, Cait." Fergal said, he looked over at her. "Did we wake you?"
"No." She sighed. "I just...I wanted to check up on you two."
Dottie didn't talk, she didn't even turn to look at Cait.
Cait sighed. "I'll talk to you guys in the morning. I promise, Dottie."
"Okay," her sister said.
Cait went back to bed soon after, sleeping no matter how many messages she knew would be on her phone. She was able to ignore them, she slept until ten in the morning. She woke to hearing Fergal talking to someone.
"Yeah, mate, she's here." Fergal said.
"Colby, why did you break up with Cait? Why is she so sad?" She heard Dottie ask.
"It's complicated, Dot. But I need to see her. I have to see her and beg her to not do something she said she would do."
Cait left the room, nearly running down the hall to the living room. Colby's hair was just as unkempt as hers was, he looked like he hadn't slept. His dark eyes locked onto hers and she froze, hand grasping at nothing on the wall.
"You didn't get rid of the baby, did you?" He asked, his dark eyes light for some reason.
"I…" she didn't know how to respond. "I…"
"I want the baby, Cait. I want to keep it, please. I'll do anything, please."
Cait's eyes glanced over at Dottie, who stood with her mouth open. Fergal was a little harder to read. Dottie was twisting her fingers and swaying where she was standing.
"I can't be a mother." Cait said. "I'm not good enough to be that." She shook her head.
"Yes, you are. You're good enough. You're good enough for me, Baby." Colby took a step towards her.
"No, I'm not." She took a step back, putting her hand up to stop him. "I'll never be like her. I don't want to be a mother the same way she was."
"You're nothing like her." Colby pressed his chest against her hand. "You are nothing like that bitch."
She was going to say something else but Colby grabbed her face and pulled her into a kiss that was not like any they had shared before.
"Baby, please." He murmured against her lips, his fingers lightly pulling at her hair. "I need you, I want the baby. Don't get rid of it, please. It's part of me."
"I can't, I'm sorry." Prying his hands off of her, Cait went back to the room she was staying in.
No matter if Colby called out to her, she didn't turn around, she closed the door in his face.
Cait sat on the bed and looked out the window. The clouds were as dark as her heart, mournful and wrapped in cold air. She rubbed her arms and pressed her knees up to her chest. She knew she had to get rid of it, it would only make life worst than anything.
"Did you know mom wanted to get rid of me?" Dottie asked as she closed the door behind her.
"Yeah, I know. Doran told me."
Dottie sighed. "Colby is right, you're not like that mother. You're not like the woman that used to hit me when I had a sensory problems, who always told me that I was worthless, that I was embarrassing to be around."
"Dottie, I can't be a mother. I can't…"
"Is it because you think it will be like me?"
Cait looked back out the window. "What if it is?"
"What if it isn't?"
"I'm always worrying about you, Dot. I can't stop worrying about you. How can I…" Cait stopped when Dottie stood at the edge of the bed.
"Then can I have it?"
"What?" Cait asked. "What do you mean, can I have it?"
"Can I have your baby? That way I can stay home and take care of it and you wouldn't have to worry about it as you go back on the road. I don't mind not being on the road, even if Fergal is. Because then there will be another family. Dad will be grandpa, he'll have a family again. I won't tell the child that you're the mom, I'll adopt it for my own."
"Dottie." Cait shook her head. "No. I can't ask you to do that."
"I want to be a mom, Cait. I want to be everything that Mom wasn't. Even if it is like me, I want it. Do you know why?"
"No, Dot, why?"
"If this was my baby, it would be part Fergal and part me. So, your baby is going to be part you and part Colby. I bet it will have his big nose."
Cait coughed a laugh. She covered her mouth to stifle a giggle but it was no use. She saw Dottie smiling.
"It'll have his curly hair. Maybe it'll have his eyes, because his features are more dominant in genes than ours. Like, if the baby is mine and Fergal's, the baby would definitely have his hair and blue eyes. But there is nothing wrong with brown hair and brown eyes, maybe having a big nose others would think it looks like a clown, no more than our hair makes us look like clowns. Right?"
"What if it's a boy?"
"Oh, then he'll definitely be like Colby. If Jon and Renee have a baby, I think Renee would have a blue eyed baby."
For a brief moment Cait could almost see what Dottie had described. A little brown curly haired child was just cute. She shook her head to erase the image.
"I'm scared of being a mother." Cait admitted.
"Do you think Joe's wife was ready for three kids?" Dottie asked.
Joe Anoa'i had three kids, Joelle and twin boys. Joelle was a surprise baby, and Joe's little girl that he doted on all the time. Cait knew Joe loved the little girl, he loved his boys. From the pictures Joe allowed her to see, they all had his unruly hair but their mother's darker features and dark eyes.
Sometimes Dottie could be so smart.
"So while you're on the road I can babysit for you." Dottie said.
"You don't understand, Dot. I quit my job. I quit because I broke up with Colby, and I nearly attacked that bitchy witch Alicia Fox for making a snide comment about you. I'm not…"
"Your hormones are going haywire. Your brain is changing because your body is carrying another living being in there." Dottie poked her in the stomach.
Cait wiped her eyes. "I was going to terminate the pregnancy, Dottie. I was going to kill it."
"Oh. But now you're not right?"
"I don't know."
"You're still sad. Here, will this help?" Then Dottie did something she hardly ever did with her.
Dottie got up and hugged Cait from the side, wrapping both of her arms around her and kissing her head. Much similar to what she'd do with Fergal, Dottie was doing it with her.
"I'll keep the baby, Dot. But I don't think…"
Dottie stood up and walked away, opening the door. "She said she'll keep the baby, Colby. I hope it doesn't have your big nose, though. Now go make Cait happy again. I'm going to be Aunt Dottie. I have to go find patterns for baby clothes."
She left Colby there. Fergal limped after Dottie to their bedroom. Cait didn't miss his smile.
"Cait," Colby stepped into the room. "I'm tired. Can I just hold you before I have to actually leave again."
She sighed, nodded and watched him. He laid down on the bed and pulled her to him, his big arms wrapping around her like they usually did. While she faced away from him, his face buried into the back of her neck and his hands held hers over her stomach.
Hope you guys liked this. I'm going to figure out what to do next, but I don't know when it'll be up.