I'm watching my daughter playing with Drew on the lawn. She's giggling and laughing with the wrestler. I smile at them and turn to Steph.
"Am I doing the right thing Steph?" I ask.
"Yeah, you're moving on. Have you told Thalia?"
"Not yet,"
"She's forgiven you I see."
"Oh, that. Yeah, I gave her some of Kara's favourite jewellery and explained everything."
"She told me. Are you alright?" she queried.
"Why wouldn't I be?" I inquire.
"Thalia told me you were upset."
"I miss her Steph. I loved her so much, it's taken me eight years to admit that. I want to hold her, Thalia's so much like her."
"I know," she presses her hand to her belly.
"You okay?" I ask, I can't offer my pregnant sister any advice because I never witnessed Kara's pregnancy.
"Yeah, this kids gonna be a wrestler, I just know it."
"God, I can't imagine our kids being in the ring."
"Ooh, I can and I bet every WWF fan fiction writer can."
"What do you see?" I question.
"I see Thalia being one tough chick that gets the fans respect and treats you as well as we treated Mom and Dad. I think that she'll fall in love with a wrestler and that you and my baby or one of your future children trying to beat his ass into submission."
"You think?"
"Definatly." I smile and look back at the subject of our conversation.
"Thalia. come here a minute," she runs over to me.
"Yeah Dad?"
"I'm going to be away on Monday."
"Why?"
"I'm going back to work in the ring."
"What?" she looked confused.
"I'm going to be on RAW, with Aunt Steph, Uncle Drew and Grandpops."
"Really?" she exclaimed
"Yeah, do you want to come with me?" I offered.
"Can I? Will I get go to the ring?" her eyes and smile are huge.
"Yes, you can come with me. Yes you can stand in the ring, just not during the show."
"Cool. Thanks Dad." Thalia hugs me and runs off to gloat to Drew.