Chapter Eight

(Here I Stand)

** Oh my god I can't do this. How the hell am I going to do this when all I can think about is how the hell do I got out of here. Here I am standing in what Mark calls the gorilla pit behind the curtain area waiting for Mark and Glen. Mark brought me her after I learned what they want me to do and then I got made up and then he ran off to go and get Glen and something else. I'm not even sure what the hell he said he was going for. He was mumbling something and told me to just stand right here. So here I'm standing feeling like a fool. I also am feeling bad because I haven't even had a chance to find Chance and tell him what is happening. I know that Mark said that he ate a good meal with Glen and then they went back to the dressing room to play while Glen and Mark got ready. Ready damn it I hope that I am ready too. I still feel foolish with the way I am dressed. I am in a pair of black leather three and a half inch heeled boots, mini skirt with a tight black baby sleeveless tee that doesn't even cover up my whole stomach or hell my chest either. Thank god I don't have but a couple stretch marks that can not be seen to easily. Mark was very surprised when he seen that I have a small angel tattoo on my right shoulder with Chance name and birth date under it. Above the Angel is the date that I got pregnant with him. He some how had missed it last night but I don't blame him being we were in the dark most of the time. My hair that I normally keep up is down and pulled back with little black barrettes. The front has a few pieces pulled forward and those are curled and hanging down my face. I have on more make-up then I have ever used but the make-up artist told me for the camera to see it I would have to have this much on. Cameras oh fuck I didn't even think about the cameras. Damn it I really wish that Mark would get his ass back her. A number of the wrestlers have stopped to tell me to break a leg. And the writes that I met earlier are here for support or so their claim. I think a few of them would love it if I fell flat on my face or my ass. They might just get to see that if I'm not careful in these boots. I wonder if it would be ok if it was Marks leg that I broke being he is the reason that I am standing her scared to death. Damn him am I going to get even with him. Linda and Vince are over at a monitor with Ron and they keep smiling my way. I wonder if they know how badly I want to run. If I was smart I would but then in these boots I wouldn't get to far. Oh god thank you I can see Mark who is now dressed as totally as The Bad Ass Undertaker coming down the hall with my son up on his shoulders. He looks so hot that I could tear my eyes away even if I wanted to. His black leather pants seem to have been molded in all the right places. Glen or Kane no I guess Glen who I haven't met yet is walking next to him with Ricky up on his shoulders. He is dressed in a red and black costume, which looks damn good on him too. He has a red and black mask on that covers almost all of his face except for his mouth and chin. His mouth reminds me of Mark and his hair is reddish brown and curly just like Ricky's. Hell and it even resembled Chance too in some ways. He has his mask down and covering his face so I do not know what he looks like but damn if there isn't some thing familiar about him. He tilts his head to the side why he is looking at me. Something in that look almost makes me have a panic attack. He smiles slightly and then says something to Mark. Mark laughs shaking his head and walks over to me bring Chance down off his shoulders and holding him out to me so that I can take him. My son hugs me tight and then kisses me. I kiss him back as he tells me that I look really nice. I love this boy of mine so much that I just hug him tightly to me. There are tears in my eyes and I know that everyone in the back area is watching me but I don't care because Chance is my life. Glen walks up and Ricky leans over and hugs me too. I hug him back and kisses him on the cheek. Glen is watching me and it's a little unnerving because all I can see is his beautiful blue eyes and his mouth and chin. His mouth is set all most in a well I can't even explain it. I guess a grimace would be what I would call it. Maybe he's not happy with me and would have preferred the other girl. I'm really not sure but then there is nothing I can do about it now. Mark introduces us and we shake hands after we both shift the boys to our other side. **

Mark: Lilah this is my brother Glen. Glen this is the writer I was telling you about. Or should I say our new Valet.

Glen: Welcome to the WWE.

Lilah: Thank you.

Mark: Glen tell her to relax will you because she won't listen to me.

Glen: Mark is right this won't be so bad.

Lilah: All right. And thank you for giving me this chance to do this.

Glen: Well Mark is really the one to thank. But I'm sure that you will be fine.

** God I wish he would take that mask off. His voice sounds like that of a sexy angel. Just like Mark and maybe that is why I want to see his face so badly. Mark reaches out and takes both boys from us telling them that he has a surprise for them. The surprise ended up being that Mark and Vince had set it up so that the two boys were going to watch the match from the front. Two of the security guards and a nice older woman would be taking Ricky and Chance out to the first row right behind the table where Jim (J.R.) Ross and Jerry (The King) Lawler did there announcing from. I asked who the older woman was but all Mark will do is laugh and tell me not to worry that Chance and Ricky will be fine. He tells me that this way Chance would get to see his Mommy making her wrestling debut as a Valet. Glen is still glancing at me when he doesn't think I notice. I wish he would raise that mask of his so that I could get a look at his face. The boys are out there and now Mark says that we are just waiting for their music to begin as soon as Edge and Christian come back behind the curtain. As they did come Edge almost walks into a wall because he is looking at me. I blush but I guess that I'm supposed to have that effect on men right now. Mark laughs and tells him to keep his eye back in his head and his hands off. Edge tells him he doesn't see any marks on my telling him he can't try. Make tell him to try it and he will make sure that he makes him famous next time they have a match. Christian asked me what happened to being a writer for the WWE and I tell him that as of right now I guess I will be doing both. Mark starts to laugh because like me he realizes that I am her for a while to stay. All of a sudden I'm not nervous at all with except maybe a little bit where Glen comes in. Mark leans over pass me so that he can punch Glen in the shoulder, which makes Glen, quit watching me and then looks over and smiles at Mark. Mark leans over and whispers into my ear that give it time and Glen will love me too. Hell I think he is already in love with your son as much as I am. Love I know that it is a word that many people just throw around but something in the way Mark looked at me makes me think maybe there was at least a little hope that some day he would love me. And the fact that he was willing to bond with another mans son was just out of this world to me. I was also glad that Glen liked him too because I was crazy for Ricky. Maybe some day him and Ricky would be future wrestlers of the WWE. I know that so far I have been unfair to Chance who hasn't had any male role models in his life but just maybe these to crazy Brothers of Destruction would make up for it. Damn girl why the hell is your heads in the stars all of a sudden. I know that I am not normally like this and once again all I can blame is the fact that my life is going to change. And in some ways it already has but I'm not sure as to what those changes are. I guess that I will find out one of these days. Well that the music and Mark has gentle taken my arm and is leading me to the curtain with Glen walking on the other side of me. I think I can do this. Oh hell I know I can do it. **

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