A/N: I hate my boyfriend's parents. Seriously.

I hurried back to the table, putting Chloe back in the high chair swiftly. I sat next to Kyle's mother, who was chatting drunkenly with a relative. "Hey, Mrs. Simpson?" I asked politely.

She swished around, spilling some white wine out of her glass. She smiled dazedly at me. "Yes, honey?"

"Mind watching - " I saw the way her eyes crossed, how her mouth moved slower than her words. I tapped the table awkwardly. "Mind dancin' with me?"

She sat for a minute, just taking it in, before she threw her head back and laughed. "Oh, darling, you make me feel like I'm twenty-five again. No, thank you. You dance with my daughter."

I nodded. "You sure now? I don't mind dancin' with more than one pretty lady."

She snorted, covering her mouth. "Oh, aren't you charming."

I grinned, standing to take Chloe. I didn't want to take her with me outside, but what choice did I have? Leave her with her drunk grandmother? No. "Do you need another drink?"

She shook her head. "Oh, no, I'm perfectly... " She paused, blinking lazily. "Fine."

"All right. I'll be right back." I wove my way around the table, noticing Susie looking at me longingly. I snapped my fingers and pointed at her. "Next dance, kid."

She blushed and looked away.

I headed over to the exit, keeping Chloe close to my body. I could see Kyle outside the door, facing the building, with the guy's back to me. She wasn't crying, but her eyes were red. They seemed eerie, reflecting the yellow glow of the light post.

I pushed open the glass. "Kyle?"

She looked at me, eyes panicking. "Go back inside!"

I hesitated, letting the door hit my arm as it came back. "What - "

The guy in front of her turned around, giving me a slow and easy half-smile. "Oh, well here's the man himself."

I blinked, stepping back slightly. "I'll uh... just - "

"No, no, come out." The guy threw his entire body at the door, wrenching it open. He smiled and stumbled, grabbing my shirt front. "We were just talking about you."

"Back the fuck up, buddy," I barked, pushing him away.

"Hey, hey, no need to get nasty." He put up his hands innocently. "We just want to talk."

"Shannon, please go back inside," Kyle whimpered, shaking her head.

"NO!" the guy shouted, pointing his finger at her clumsily. "No, we want him to be here. We want Mr. fucking famous Moore here when I take back what's mine."

"What's he talkin' about?"

Kyle covered her face, tears sliding down her cheeks.

The guy turned to me, pointing to himself now. "Who me?" He laughed obnoxiously, his teeth yellow as the lights above us. When he walked toward me, I realized his eyes were redder than fire. "I'm talkin' about, Mr. Southern Gentlemen, taking my fucking daughter back."

I blinked, subconsciously pressing Chloe's head to my chest. "You're - "

"Chris Manning, her father, and her" -he threw his hand behind him- "husband."

Kyle's head shot up. "Ex-boyfriend."

"I've got the papers, honey. As well as many other incriminating details." He started going through his pockets, pulling out folded pieces of paper.

"Is this true?" I whispered, eyes on Kyle.

She shook her head. "No! He's lying. I never married him."

"That's for the courts to decide, baby."

I looked at Chris. "Courts? What courts?"

He opened his mouth to say something, but he smiled instead. "Man, you really are as dumb as you seem."

I blinked.

Chris laughed. "The US Courts, of course! The courts I'm going to use everything in my power to get my precious little Chloe back."

As if on queue, Chloe put her arms around my neck and grabbed the back of my hair to support herself. I held her closer. "You're not getting her."

He grinned, coming near me. I stepped back.

"Don't touch her," Kyle hissed.

Chris looked at her over his shoulder lazily. "What? I just want to hold her." He reached out to me, gripping the sides of Chloe's dress. "Come on, pumpkin. Come to daddy."

"Hey." I grabbed the side of his sleeve quickly. "She said don't touch her. Let go."

"I'd like to hold my daughter. Who do you think you are?" Chris flicked my collar, smiling easily. "Mr. Mom?"

I threw him back. "You should probably leave."

Chris fell over his own feet, landing on his hands awkwardly. He stumbled getting up, laughing loudly. "That's good, that's good." He slapped his hands, pulling at his pant legs. His movements were too jerky - I didn't trust him. "Come on, wrestler. Come on, hit me with a Swanton or whatever you do."

I wrinkled my nose. "You're fuckin' pathetic, man."

Chris watched me for a second, then burst into laughter, bending to his knees. "Oh, wow. Turning the other cheek. Way to go, Southern Boy. Just trying to suck up to the lady, huh?" He came over to me suddenly, sidling up next to me. I stepped away. "She's a pretty one, ain't she?" he said softly, gazing at Kyle. "Why you with her, huh? She gives mean head, yeah - "

I heard the bone on bone crack before I even realized I'd plowed my fist across his face. Chris fell like a ton of bricks, landing awkwardly on his hip. He crawled away from me, blood dripping from the side of his mouth, looking completely frightened.

"Leave. Before I actually try to hurt you," I hissed.

Kyle came over next to me weakly. "Don't fuck with a wrestler." She smiled at me as I put my arm around her, pulling her close.

Chris was pointing at me, stumbling backward like a crab. He was laughing obnoxiously, twisting around to loft himself up. He flipped around. "You're good. Real good, you know that?"

I just stared at him, hand raised, fist clenched.

Chris spat at my feet, wiping his mouth. "See you in court." He looked to Kyle, then back at me, before he turned and walked away.

A/N: I want to punch Frank's mom. Like, for real. She goes to me, "So, honey, what kind of wedding dress are thinking?" I said I don't know, I'm not really thinking about that right now. (BECAUSE I DON'T EVEN HAVE A JOB.) "Well, I think you should get a long-sleeved dress, to cover those ugly things on your arms." Thanks, lady. Really. Then she mentioned grand children, and I wanted to kill myself. Review if you please. New chapter out tomorrow.