Author's Note: Scarlett doesn't like Vickie's new plan. Not at all. She doesn't like the idea of a TLC match. She stands by him and warily watched what could be a threat. She also has an eighties moment. Thanks to coolchic79260 and Dixiewinxwrites12 for reviewing.

Disclaimer: I only own my OCs if you recognize them then I don't own them.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Monday November 26th, 2012 Lafayette, Louisiana (Scarlett's POV)~~~~~~~~~~~~

Today my hair was straight and I was wearing a Chase Authentics Brad Keselowski 2012 NASCAR Sprint Cup Series Champion Fan hat, a Chase Authentics Brad Keselowski 2012 NASCAR Sprint Cup Series Champion Team T-shirt, and a Chase Authentics Brad Keselowski 2012 NASCAR Sprint Cup Series Champion Replica Jacket. If I saw anything having to do with Miller Lite I covered it with fabric tape. I also had on a pair of dark blue jeans and a pair of Corral Women's Grey/Black Sequin Eagle Boot- R1003. In my hands I had a ThermoServ Brad Keselowski 2012 Sprint Cup Series Champion 16 oz. Slimline Travel Mug.

"What is in that mug?" Greg asked.

"Strawberry Lemonade Herbal Tea." I answered. Greg shook his head, but said nothing more. The funny thing is that I had one headphone in and one headphone out.

I was listening to Pat Benatar's Ultimate Collection. Both discs were in one playlist. I was absently humming along to "Hell is for Children".

"Mama what are you humming?" Kamden asked. I froze and calmly flipped the lid of my mug open and took a sip.

"Your Mama is being an eighties child. She's listening to a song that when it came out caused a lot of controversy about child abuse." Phil said easily fielding a question I wasn't sure how to. Considering Kamden's background.

"Is it that one Grandma was playing when we went to the ranch and suddenly turned off after a shake of Mama's head?" Kamden asked. Shit. I hadn't thought I'd been that obvious in telling my mother to turn it off. My taste in music came from my parents so whatever Mama had I ended up having. I lowered my mug and closed it.

"Yes Kamden." I answered.

"Can I listen to it with you Mama?" Kamden asked as he walked over to me. I handed him my other headphone and restarted my song. Kamden stood between my legs as he listened with me. I hadn't been paying attention to Ryback's match until he'd won. It was then I heard CM Punk. I looked up and looked at Phil. He shrugged and I opened my mug again and took another sip. I raised an eyebrow when he said he'd stay in the ring all damn night.

The song ended just as security went to the ring. Kamden handed me my headphone.

"She's saying its bad right?" Kamden asked. I nodded my head. I could talk because I was in the middle of drinking.

"Yes. She's saying that it shouldn't be that way." Phil said again easily fielding for me. I lowered my mug and recapped it. I listened to Kamden quietly talking to Phil until I had to jolt up. It was only because Vickie had just made it Ryback vs. CM Punk for the belt in a TLC match at TLC.

"No!" I yelled.

"I'm glad she recapped her mug." Greg said.

"So am I. I wouldn't want to clean up all that tea." Phil said.

"I'd be covered in it." Kamden said with a smile. I shot Greg and Phil glares as I sat down. I watched as we were shown a video earlier with Rosa, Hornswoggle, Alberto, and Khali. I was vaguely wondering where Esmerelda was during that little bit of time.

"Wait a second." I said.

"What?" Phil asked.

"Didn't we already do this Alberto Rosa conflict already?" I asked.

"Yes last year before Essie got pregnant." Phil answered. I shook my head at the repetition that was happening. I hadn't realized Kamden had picked up my other headphone again until he spoke.

"This is really good." Kamden said. I smiled at him.

"You want to hear the music I grew up on?" I asked. Kamden nodded his head. I played the rest of my songs quickly and went to the playlist that was devoted to music my parents had listened to.

It started with "Juke Box Hero" by Foreigner. As it started Kamden started bobbing his head in time with me. I smiled and looked over at Phil who was smiling just as much as me.

In the months since Kamden got placed with us he'd come out of his shell so much. He was my baby boy. I set my mug down to the side of the chair and pulled Kamden into a sudden hug. Kamden hugged me back.

I kissed the top of his head. He set one hand on my stomach and his smile brightened when he felt a kick.

"Is it December yet?" Kamden asked. I laughed and shook my head.

"Not yet." I answered. Kamden actually pouted when I said that. I brushed his bangs away from his eyes.

"It'll be here before you know it. And before you know it not only will it be Christmas, but you'll be a big brother." I said. Kamden nodded his head. I heard Alberto win and I stood. Paul walked in. I grabbed my mug from the floor and handed my i-pod to Kamden.

He followed us out of the room. He wouldn't be seen because he was short. We walked into Vickie's office. I opened my mug to take a sip when Punk started in on her. Punk was complaining about the match while Paul said she wasn't thinking straight and was biased toward Cena so she has to be biased toward Punk as well. It was at that point that Greg put his hand at my lower back. Vickie questioned about our involvement with Maddox and the three NXT men to help Punk win against Ryback. She says Punk will wrestle tonight against the winner of a RAW active poll. Punk starts yelling and Heyman leads him out.

I looked vaguely disgusted as I followed them out with Greg and Kamden. We walked back into the locker room. I sat down and Kamden sat on my lap. He put the other headphone in my ear and I listened with him.

"Mama?" Kamden asked.

"Yes." I answered.

"Who is going to watch me during Daddy's match?" Kamden asked.

"Well who do you want? Phoebe is here along with Allyson and Esmerelda." I answered.

"Can you ask Aunt Phoebe?" Kamden asked. I smiled at him and got my phone out. I was texting Phoebe to ask her when the song became "Rock You Like A Hurricane" by Scorpions. Kamden didn't say much and I continued texting Phoebe.

I'd used my best begging voice over the text to get her to be a dear. Eventually Phoebe said yes after I said that Kamden wanted his Aunt to watch him. There are ways to get what I want.

Kamden and I sat quietly listening to the music. I'd occasionally take drinks from my mug of tea. I was half listening to the show. I was catching bits and pieces of it. I heard the Shield say they aren't working with Punk. I could have told you that.

I know just about everything that has to deal with Phil. I shook my head and started absently brushing one hand through Kamden's hair.

Kamden had curled into me as we listened to my music. I looked over at Phil who was armed with his phone. I knew what was coming.

I looked down again and wrapped one arm around him. I heard a little click. I looked over at Greg.

"I forgot how good of a Mama you were." Greg said.

"Course you did. You haven't seen me with Blaine in years." I said. Blaine and I'd started off at the ranch and then I'd moved in with Marc and Julia. Then I'd ended up moving in with Phil which was where my new permanent residence.

We sat in silence after that. Kamden would occasionally ask for sips of my tea which I gave him. Luckily the mug kept it nice and warm.

The rest of the show went sort of by in a flash. Well for me. I was listening to the music with Kamden. Kamden was on one of those almost asleep states. I looked up when Paul and Phoebe walked in. I stood cradling Kamden to me. I set him down. I pulled my jacket off and put it around Kamden's shoulders.

"You keep my music okay?" I asked quietly as I brushed hair away from his forehead where it fell right back in place.

"Okay Mama." Kamden answered.

"You'll be good for Phoebe right?" I asked.

"Yes Mama. Who is going to make sure you're okay?" Kamden asked.

"That's why I have Greg." I answered. Kamden moved his head.

"Take care of my Mama." Kamden said.

"I plan to." Greg said. I gave Phoebe a smile. Phoebe settled down into one of the vacant chairs. I looked at Paul when he quickly walked out.

Paul and I still had moments, but we got along better than we used to. Since Greg went home Tuesday morning Paul was in charge of keeping me safe at house shows.

It went pretty well.

We walked out of the locker room. We headed down the hall and toward gorilla. I carried my mug as we walked down the ramp. Paul and Greg flanked either side as we stood around the ring. I held Punk's belt on my shoulder after he'd gotten in the ring.

I watched the match back and forth. Greg stood by me in case he needed to pull me out of the way.

I had just taken a drink from my mug when Paul pulled on Punk's leg to break up a pin attempt from Kane. Kane wasn't happy. I heard someone mention the Shield. I swiveled my head around to see them walking through the crowd.

I looked at Punk as he hit the GTS. He got the pin. Shield entered the ring and went after Kane. I walked over to Punk. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders. Greg stood close to us. We watched as Bryan made his way down to the ring and then Ryback came. He'd just flattened everyone when Punk went back in.

I watched and my hands clenched around my mug when Ryback lifted him up for a powerbomb, but Roman speared Ryback instead. Punk stood next to me again as the Shield attacked Ryback.

Punk got into the ring and I followed with Greg. I watched the Shield leave as I stood next to Punk. Punk raised his title over his head.

We left the ring and headed toward the locker room. We walked in and I smiled. Phoebe stood quietly. Kamden was curled up in my coat with my i-pod clenched in both hands. I handed Phil my mug as I walked over to where Kamden slept. I carefully took the belt, which Phil had handed back to me once we passed gorilla, and laid it next to Kamden.

I stepped back and pulled my phone out. I took a picture of Kamden sleeping before slipping it back into my pocket. Phil gave me his coat and then packed the belt in a bag. I scooped Kamden up and carried him back to the bus. We got there and the only thing I took was my i-pod.

I tucked him in as everything got settled. I walked back out and sat down at Phil's feet. Kofi and Greg sat across from each other.

"What tuckered him out?" Kofi asked.

"I don't know." I answered.

"It was the soothing smell of his Mama." Greg said. I smiled and continued drinking my tea.