Disclaimer: Again, I own nobody. Just Tiffany and the 'man'
A/N: Like I said already, I'm wanting to get alot of this wrote out before I sit down to type it. I've completed through chapter 10. I have some ideas already for 11 and 12 but if any of you have any ideas or would like to see something happen feel free to email me or leave it in a review. My email addy is in my profile. Remember to leave a review, those are what keeps writers motivated to write.
Chapter 8
After Kyle said my name, it took everything I had to not run in his and hug him. "Ky. Where's mom and dad?" I vaguely heard Brock ask behind me. "Mom's in the kitchen fixing lunch, and I think dad's in the garage." Kyle answered, his eyes never leaving mine. "Okay, well I'll go get them." Brock said, as he headed into the kitchen. "Tiff. Is it really you?" Kyle asked, walking closer to me. "Yeah, it's really me Ky." I said, as he wrapped me in a hug and kept whispering in my ear. "I'm sorry Tiff. I'm so sorry. If I could I'd take back that entire day."
"Hey mom." Brock said, as he walked into the kitchen. "Hey sweetheart. What are you doing here?" Stephanie asked, since he didn't usually stop by like this. "Well I've got a surprise for you and dad." Brock answered. "Well your father is in the garage working on the car, if you want to go get him." "Okay. I'll be right back." Brock said, walking to the door.
"Kyle, I'd like you to meet my boyfriend John. John, this is my brother Kyle." I said, introducing them, hoping Kyle wouldn't threaten him like Brock did. While I was standing there with them, I didn't notice Brock come back into the room with our parents. "Mom, dad. Here is your surprise." Brock said, as I turned around to see my parents again for the first time in 12 years. While we're standing there, I could tell they were having trouble believing I was alive. "Brock Edward Lesnar, this better not be some cruel joke." Our mom said. "Mom, I swear to you that this is no joke." Brock answered back quietly. "My baby is home." Mom said, as she wrapped her arms around me, in a hug that could have rivaled Kyle's. When she finally let me go, I looked up at my dad and with tears in both our eyes, said what I've wanted to say for so long. "Hi daddy." I said, as I was hugged yet again, a feeling I know that I could never get tired of.
We all sat down and had lunch together, my mom had called Ryan and Brandi and left messages for them both to be at the house for dinner. About 20 minutes later the phone rang and Brock answered it. Even though I didn't know who he was talking to, I knew it was about me. "Nothing is wrong, I'm back in town and mom just wants to have a family dinner that's all." I heard Brock say. "Alright kid. See you at 6." Brock said, before he hung up. "Mom. Brandi said she'd be here around 6." Brock shouted into the kitchen. All during lunch I got to hear about Mya, but Brock never made an attempt to go get her. Finally I got tired of sitting there wondering, so I just asked him. "Brock, when am I going to get to meet my niece?" I asked, hoping he would take the hint to go get her. "Well, you can meet her tonight. She's at daycare right now. I'll call Nicole and tell her to come here after work with her." He answered. "Alright, I guess a few more hours won't hurt." I said, with a small pitiful look on my face. "Tiff. Don't give me that look. You know I could never say no to that." Brock said, before leaving the kitchen with John, as our mom and I laughed at him. "Sweet pea. Let's go in my room and talk. I can tell you want to talk to someone and I have a feeling your two overprotective brothers aren't on the list." She said, as we headed towards her room.
"I never thought this day would come. I mean part of me always hoped it would but, I also prepared myself when it didn't." My mom started, giving me a hug and crying. "Mom, don't cry. You're going to get me started again, and that's all it feels like I've done lately." I said, loving the feel of being wrapped up in my mothers arms again. "Okay sweetie, no more tears." She said, looking at me. "Mom, I know you and dad want to know everything that happened, but for me to talk about it again would just be to hard to deal with. Brock, Kyle, and Ryan would go absolutely nuts if they knew the hell I went through and I don't want that. I hope you understand." I told her, praying my family would never find out about that hell I dealt with. "Of course I do honey. If you ever want to talk about it though, I'll listen." Mom finished, as we stood up to go back to the living room. "Thanks mom." I replied, following her out of the room.
A/N: Like I said already, I'm wanting to get alot of this wrote out before I sit down to type it. I've completed through chapter 10. I have some ideas already for 11 and 12 but if any of you have any ideas or would like to see something happen feel free to email me or leave it in a review. My email addy is in my profile. Remember to leave a review, those are what keeps writers motivated to write.
Chapter 8
After Kyle said my name, it took everything I had to not run in his and hug him. "Ky. Where's mom and dad?" I vaguely heard Brock ask behind me. "Mom's in the kitchen fixing lunch, and I think dad's in the garage." Kyle answered, his eyes never leaving mine. "Okay, well I'll go get them." Brock said, as he headed into the kitchen. "Tiff. Is it really you?" Kyle asked, walking closer to me. "Yeah, it's really me Ky." I said, as he wrapped me in a hug and kept whispering in my ear. "I'm sorry Tiff. I'm so sorry. If I could I'd take back that entire day."
"Hey mom." Brock said, as he walked into the kitchen. "Hey sweetheart. What are you doing here?" Stephanie asked, since he didn't usually stop by like this. "Well I've got a surprise for you and dad." Brock answered. "Well your father is in the garage working on the car, if you want to go get him." "Okay. I'll be right back." Brock said, walking to the door.
"Kyle, I'd like you to meet my boyfriend John. John, this is my brother Kyle." I said, introducing them, hoping Kyle wouldn't threaten him like Brock did. While I was standing there with them, I didn't notice Brock come back into the room with our parents. "Mom, dad. Here is your surprise." Brock said, as I turned around to see my parents again for the first time in 12 years. While we're standing there, I could tell they were having trouble believing I was alive. "Brock Edward Lesnar, this better not be some cruel joke." Our mom said. "Mom, I swear to you that this is no joke." Brock answered back quietly. "My baby is home." Mom said, as she wrapped her arms around me, in a hug that could have rivaled Kyle's. When she finally let me go, I looked up at my dad and with tears in both our eyes, said what I've wanted to say for so long. "Hi daddy." I said, as I was hugged yet again, a feeling I know that I could never get tired of.
We all sat down and had lunch together, my mom had called Ryan and Brandi and left messages for them both to be at the house for dinner. About 20 minutes later the phone rang and Brock answered it. Even though I didn't know who he was talking to, I knew it was about me. "Nothing is wrong, I'm back in town and mom just wants to have a family dinner that's all." I heard Brock say. "Alright kid. See you at 6." Brock said, before he hung up. "Mom. Brandi said she'd be here around 6." Brock shouted into the kitchen. All during lunch I got to hear about Mya, but Brock never made an attempt to go get her. Finally I got tired of sitting there wondering, so I just asked him. "Brock, when am I going to get to meet my niece?" I asked, hoping he would take the hint to go get her. "Well, you can meet her tonight. She's at daycare right now. I'll call Nicole and tell her to come here after work with her." He answered. "Alright, I guess a few more hours won't hurt." I said, with a small pitiful look on my face. "Tiff. Don't give me that look. You know I could never say no to that." Brock said, before leaving the kitchen with John, as our mom and I laughed at him. "Sweet pea. Let's go in my room and talk. I can tell you want to talk to someone and I have a feeling your two overprotective brothers aren't on the list." She said, as we headed towards her room.
"I never thought this day would come. I mean part of me always hoped it would but, I also prepared myself when it didn't." My mom started, giving me a hug and crying. "Mom, don't cry. You're going to get me started again, and that's all it feels like I've done lately." I said, loving the feel of being wrapped up in my mothers arms again. "Okay sweetie, no more tears." She said, looking at me. "Mom, I know you and dad want to know everything that happened, but for me to talk about it again would just be to hard to deal with. Brock, Kyle, and Ryan would go absolutely nuts if they knew the hell I went through and I don't want that. I hope you understand." I told her, praying my family would never find out about that hell I dealt with. "Of course I do honey. If you ever want to talk about it though, I'll listen." Mom finished, as we stood up to go back to the living room. "Thanks mom." I replied, following her out of the room.