Trish sat back in her seat aboard an airplane bound for her hometown of Toronto, Ontario, Canada. She had a headset on and was listening to a mix CD. Currently playing was 'Someday' by NickelBack. She reflected on the past couple of months on RAW as she listened to the song.
How the hell'd we wind up like this
And why weren't we able
To see the signs that we missed
And try to turn the tables
I wish you'd unclench your fists
And unpack your suitcase
Lately there's been too much of this
But don't think it's too late
Things between her and Jeff had ended out of the blue. When he decided that he wasn't as passionate about wrestling anymore and would rather focus on his music, it tore her up inside that he could so easily leave her behind as well. He'd written her a short note which basically had ended their relationship and left her in tears. She hadn't seen it coming, and it almost completely destroyed her.Though her best friend, Amy Dumas had tried, she couldn't console her, and neither could their good pal Chris Jericho. The only person who had been able to calm her down and finally get her to sleep had been Brock. Amy had called him after Jeff had left Trish's house with his bag packed, and Brock had left on the next flight out. He didn't even ask questions, he just knew that Trish needed him and he was gonna be there for her no matter what. As soon as he'd landed in the airport, Chris had taken him straight to Trish's house. They didn't exactly say much on the ride over. It was mainly Brock asking how Trish was doing and then a little small talk to keep them occupied for the rest of the ride. Amy had heard them pull up and only left Trish long enough to let the guys inside. Brock quickly dropped his bag beside the front door and made his way to Trish. He pulled her into his arms, held her, and let her cry everything out. Amy had taken Brock's upstairs to the guest room across from Trish's room, then she and Chris had left. Finally Trish had cried all of it out of her system and fallen asleep in the strong man's arms. He smiled down at her and leaned back comfortably into the couch, quickly falling asleep with her in his arms.
Nothing's wrong
Just as long as you know that someday I will
Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it all right
But not right now
I know you're wondering when
You're the only one who knows that
Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it all right
But not right now
I know you're wondering when
Further south in an airport terminal in Hartford, Connecticutt, Brock Lesnar also had a pair of headphones on and was listening to the same song, as he held his little girl in his arms. He knew that he'd made his now ex-girlfriend Nicole a lot of promises, but she'd always known that his career in pro wrestling was also just as important to him. He'd always made sure to be home to spend as much time as possible with their daughter, Mya, but to Nicole it wasn't enough if he couldn't spend the same amount of time with her as well. He'd always tried to find ways to make it up to her, but for her he just wasn't around enough. So they'd had an amicable break and were planning to share custody of Mya with her going on the road with him sometimes. This week just happened to be his week with his daughter. He hadn't had her with him when he and Trish had bumped into each other, but that was because Billy Kidman and Torrie Wilson had said they'd watch the baby for him while he was in his meeting.
One of the things that had been running through his mind after his breakup with Nicole, was how he'd make the time up to Mya. Nicole had agreed that letting Mya travel with him every once in awhile now would be a good start. Luckily for him, Vince and Stephanie had readily agreed as long as it wasn't too distracting on him and he made it to his matches on time. He told them that the divas backstage as well as a few of the guys had already told him that they would gladly take care of the baby girl while he was out in the ring.
Well I'd hope that since we're here any way
That we could end up saying
Things we've always needed to say
So we could end up staying
Now the story's played out this way
Just like a paperback novel
Let's rewrite an ending that fits
Instead of a Hollywood horror
* * * * *
Trish and Brock's planes landed almost simulantiously. Brock had not only his bag and carry-on, but a small bag for Mya and her diaper bag. Trish smiled as she walked over seeing him having a little bit of trouble with everything. "Need a hand?" she asked.
Brock looked up when he heard her voice. "Hey." he said with a smile. He turns more towards her as he begins to strap Mya into her stroller. "If you don't mind."
"No, not at all. Word of advice, put her diaper bag on the bottom with her bag." she told him as she reached for the stroller. Brock did as he was told, then took her bag from her. "So where are the two of you staying?"
"Um... well I was planning on trying to get a hotel room." he told her.
"Oh no you don't." she said. "I've got plenty of room at my house and you know it. I'm sure we can figure out someway to fix a bed for Mya. If we have to, we can always run out and buy a playpen." she said, as they began to walk out to the parking lot.
"Well if you don't mind us having to make a stop, that'd be helpful. I didn't get the porta-crib, so that'd be helpful." he said to her as they ended up at her Black Ford Excursion. "You didn't leave your car here did you?" he asked.
"No, my little sister Melissa dropped it off for me earlier. She'll either drop it off for me or come and pick me up normally. Either her or one of my parents." she told him, as she helped him to strap Mya into the backseat of the SUV. Brock went around to the back and put their bags and the rest of the stroller into the very back of the vehicle, then climbed into the passenger seat. He smiled over at Trish as he buckled his seat belt and she cranked the diesel engine up. Brock leaned back in his seat as he watched Trish expertly drive the large vehicle out of the airport parking lot. His smile only continued to grow as he saw her continually look in the rearview mirror to check on Mya.
Nothing's wrong
Just as long as you know that someday I will
Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it all right
But not right now
I know you're wondering when
You're the only one who knows that
Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it all right
But not right now
I know you're wondering when
You're the only one who knows that
* * * * *
Trish parks in her drive way, kills the engine to her SUV, and turns to face Brock. "Welcome back to my house." she said with a huge smile.
"Thanks for letting us stay and stopping so I could buy another porta-crib for Mya." he said.
"Don't mention it." she told him. "The two of you are welcome any time you'd like to come out here."
"You wanna get Mya out for me, and I'll get all of our bags out?" he suggested. When she nodded, Brock climbed out to begin unloading the car. As Trish was getting Mya and her car seat out, Brock had managed to grab everything except the new crib. He walked into the front door and couldn't help but smile as he watched Trish with his daughter. She was so good with kids, he could just see her in a few years with a kid of her own on each hip. He watched her for another minute or two, before she noticed.
"Hey, you got everything?" Trish asked.
"Almost, I just have to get the crib." he told her. "I just couldn't help but watch how good you were with her. And how much Mya likes being around you." he said, before turning to walk back outside. He came back a minute later with the crib.
"Well how can I not be good with her, when she's such an easy baby to be around. I haven't heard a cry or a whimper from her since we met up in the airport." she said, blowing a rhaspberry on the little girls cheek, causing the baby to giggle. Brock couldn't help but smile every once in awhile in their direction as he put the crib together. "Now do you plan to carry that upstairs put completely together?" Trish asked.
Brock laughed. "Nope." he said. "I got wrapped up in putting it together and watching the two of you, that I forgot what exactly what I was doing." he stood up and carried what he'd already put together up the stairs. He laid it down in the hall and poked his head down to where she could see him. "Um... question. Where are Mya and I sleeping?" he asked with a grin.
Trish looked up at him with a smile and laughed. "The room across from mine has officially become your's." she said. "I mean, how many times have you stayed here in the past few months?"
"And how many times have we stayed up late and fallen asleep on the couch?" he asked with a laugh. He went back upstairs, and put Mya's crib into the bedroom across from Trish's. He quickly came back downstairs to finish grabbing the rest of the pieces, all the while Trish continued to play with Mya.
A little while later, Brock came back downstairs and headed straight for the front door. "Hey, where do you think you're going? This beauty and I are going to be so lonely without you." she said.
"I didn't bring the high chair in earlier. And knowing that the little beauty will be getting hungry soon, I figured that neither you nor I would want to be wearing her food tonight. That stuff is horrible to try to get out of clothes." he told her. He walked back outside to the Excursion and pulled the high chair out of the back, before closing the car back up, and heading back inside. He headed straight for the kitchen, stopping just long enough to place a kiss on Mya's forehead, then beginning to put the chair together. While he was putting the chair together, Trish carried Mya and her car seat into the room. She laid the car seat on the bar, then placed the baby in it. She sat on one of the bar stools and angled it to where she was able to watch both Mya and Brock. She smiled as she watched him work, before getting back up to begin working on lunch for the two of them. When Brock finished with the high chair fifteen minutes later, he dusted himself off, washed his hands, then walked over to Mya and smiled down at her. "Hey precious." he said with a smile to his daughter as he picked her up and held her close to him.
"So how does catfish and a salad sound for lunch?" Trish asked, looking over her shoulder at the two of them.
"Great." he said. "Need a hand?"
"Nope. You already have your hands full." she said, "besides I'm almost finished anyways." A minute later, she was turning her stove off and getting two plates down, as Brock was placing Mya in her new high chair. He walked in to the living room long enough to grab her diaper bag and pull two jars of baby food, two baby spoons, two bowls, and a bib out of it, and returning to the kitchen with all in his hands. As Trish was setting the table, he was preparing Mya's food for her. They sat down together with the baby and began to enjoy a peaceful meal between the three of them.
TBC
(Well, here's where I run out of ideas for now. Please read and reply. Let me know what you think and whether or not I should continue.)
How the hell'd we wind up like this
And why weren't we able
To see the signs that we missed
And try to turn the tables
I wish you'd unclench your fists
And unpack your suitcase
Lately there's been too much of this
But don't think it's too late
Things between her and Jeff had ended out of the blue. When he decided that he wasn't as passionate about wrestling anymore and would rather focus on his music, it tore her up inside that he could so easily leave her behind as well. He'd written her a short note which basically had ended their relationship and left her in tears. She hadn't seen it coming, and it almost completely destroyed her.Though her best friend, Amy Dumas had tried, she couldn't console her, and neither could their good pal Chris Jericho. The only person who had been able to calm her down and finally get her to sleep had been Brock. Amy had called him after Jeff had left Trish's house with his bag packed, and Brock had left on the next flight out. He didn't even ask questions, he just knew that Trish needed him and he was gonna be there for her no matter what. As soon as he'd landed in the airport, Chris had taken him straight to Trish's house. They didn't exactly say much on the ride over. It was mainly Brock asking how Trish was doing and then a little small talk to keep them occupied for the rest of the ride. Amy had heard them pull up and only left Trish long enough to let the guys inside. Brock quickly dropped his bag beside the front door and made his way to Trish. He pulled her into his arms, held her, and let her cry everything out. Amy had taken Brock's upstairs to the guest room across from Trish's room, then she and Chris had left. Finally Trish had cried all of it out of her system and fallen asleep in the strong man's arms. He smiled down at her and leaned back comfortably into the couch, quickly falling asleep with her in his arms.
Nothing's wrong
Just as long as you know that someday I will
Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it all right
But not right now
I know you're wondering when
You're the only one who knows that
Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it all right
But not right now
I know you're wondering when
Further south in an airport terminal in Hartford, Connecticutt, Brock Lesnar also had a pair of headphones on and was listening to the same song, as he held his little girl in his arms. He knew that he'd made his now ex-girlfriend Nicole a lot of promises, but she'd always known that his career in pro wrestling was also just as important to him. He'd always made sure to be home to spend as much time as possible with their daughter, Mya, but to Nicole it wasn't enough if he couldn't spend the same amount of time with her as well. He'd always tried to find ways to make it up to her, but for her he just wasn't around enough. So they'd had an amicable break and were planning to share custody of Mya with her going on the road with him sometimes. This week just happened to be his week with his daughter. He hadn't had her with him when he and Trish had bumped into each other, but that was because Billy Kidman and Torrie Wilson had said they'd watch the baby for him while he was in his meeting.
One of the things that had been running through his mind after his breakup with Nicole, was how he'd make the time up to Mya. Nicole had agreed that letting Mya travel with him every once in awhile now would be a good start. Luckily for him, Vince and Stephanie had readily agreed as long as it wasn't too distracting on him and he made it to his matches on time. He told them that the divas backstage as well as a few of the guys had already told him that they would gladly take care of the baby girl while he was out in the ring.
Well I'd hope that since we're here any way
That we could end up saying
Things we've always needed to say
So we could end up staying
Now the story's played out this way
Just like a paperback novel
Let's rewrite an ending that fits
Instead of a Hollywood horror
* * * * *
Trish and Brock's planes landed almost simulantiously. Brock had not only his bag and carry-on, but a small bag for Mya and her diaper bag. Trish smiled as she walked over seeing him having a little bit of trouble with everything. "Need a hand?" she asked.
Brock looked up when he heard her voice. "Hey." he said with a smile. He turns more towards her as he begins to strap Mya into her stroller. "If you don't mind."
"No, not at all. Word of advice, put her diaper bag on the bottom with her bag." she told him as she reached for the stroller. Brock did as he was told, then took her bag from her. "So where are the two of you staying?"
"Um... well I was planning on trying to get a hotel room." he told her.
"Oh no you don't." she said. "I've got plenty of room at my house and you know it. I'm sure we can figure out someway to fix a bed for Mya. If we have to, we can always run out and buy a playpen." she said, as they began to walk out to the parking lot.
"Well if you don't mind us having to make a stop, that'd be helpful. I didn't get the porta-crib, so that'd be helpful." he said to her as they ended up at her Black Ford Excursion. "You didn't leave your car here did you?" he asked.
"No, my little sister Melissa dropped it off for me earlier. She'll either drop it off for me or come and pick me up normally. Either her or one of my parents." she told him, as she helped him to strap Mya into the backseat of the SUV. Brock went around to the back and put their bags and the rest of the stroller into the very back of the vehicle, then climbed into the passenger seat. He smiled over at Trish as he buckled his seat belt and she cranked the diesel engine up. Brock leaned back in his seat as he watched Trish expertly drive the large vehicle out of the airport parking lot. His smile only continued to grow as he saw her continually look in the rearview mirror to check on Mya.
Nothing's wrong
Just as long as you know that someday I will
Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it all right
But not right now
I know you're wondering when
You're the only one who knows that
Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it all right
But not right now
I know you're wondering when
You're the only one who knows that
* * * * *
Trish parks in her drive way, kills the engine to her SUV, and turns to face Brock. "Welcome back to my house." she said with a huge smile.
"Thanks for letting us stay and stopping so I could buy another porta-crib for Mya." he said.
"Don't mention it." she told him. "The two of you are welcome any time you'd like to come out here."
"You wanna get Mya out for me, and I'll get all of our bags out?" he suggested. When she nodded, Brock climbed out to begin unloading the car. As Trish was getting Mya and her car seat out, Brock had managed to grab everything except the new crib. He walked into the front door and couldn't help but smile as he watched Trish with his daughter. She was so good with kids, he could just see her in a few years with a kid of her own on each hip. He watched her for another minute or two, before she noticed.
"Hey, you got everything?" Trish asked.
"Almost, I just have to get the crib." he told her. "I just couldn't help but watch how good you were with her. And how much Mya likes being around you." he said, before turning to walk back outside. He came back a minute later with the crib.
"Well how can I not be good with her, when she's such an easy baby to be around. I haven't heard a cry or a whimper from her since we met up in the airport." she said, blowing a rhaspberry on the little girls cheek, causing the baby to giggle. Brock couldn't help but smile every once in awhile in their direction as he put the crib together. "Now do you plan to carry that upstairs put completely together?" Trish asked.
Brock laughed. "Nope." he said. "I got wrapped up in putting it together and watching the two of you, that I forgot what exactly what I was doing." he stood up and carried what he'd already put together up the stairs. He laid it down in the hall and poked his head down to where she could see him. "Um... question. Where are Mya and I sleeping?" he asked with a grin.
Trish looked up at him with a smile and laughed. "The room across from mine has officially become your's." she said. "I mean, how many times have you stayed here in the past few months?"
"And how many times have we stayed up late and fallen asleep on the couch?" he asked with a laugh. He went back upstairs, and put Mya's crib into the bedroom across from Trish's. He quickly came back downstairs to finish grabbing the rest of the pieces, all the while Trish continued to play with Mya.
A little while later, Brock came back downstairs and headed straight for the front door. "Hey, where do you think you're going? This beauty and I are going to be so lonely without you." she said.
"I didn't bring the high chair in earlier. And knowing that the little beauty will be getting hungry soon, I figured that neither you nor I would want to be wearing her food tonight. That stuff is horrible to try to get out of clothes." he told her. He walked back outside to the Excursion and pulled the high chair out of the back, before closing the car back up, and heading back inside. He headed straight for the kitchen, stopping just long enough to place a kiss on Mya's forehead, then beginning to put the chair together. While he was putting the chair together, Trish carried Mya and her car seat into the room. She laid the car seat on the bar, then placed the baby in it. She sat on one of the bar stools and angled it to where she was able to watch both Mya and Brock. She smiled as she watched him work, before getting back up to begin working on lunch for the two of them. When Brock finished with the high chair fifteen minutes later, he dusted himself off, washed his hands, then walked over to Mya and smiled down at her. "Hey precious." he said with a smile to his daughter as he picked her up and held her close to him.
"So how does catfish and a salad sound for lunch?" Trish asked, looking over her shoulder at the two of them.
"Great." he said. "Need a hand?"
"Nope. You already have your hands full." she said, "besides I'm almost finished anyways." A minute later, she was turning her stove off and getting two plates down, as Brock was placing Mya in her new high chair. He walked in to the living room long enough to grab her diaper bag and pull two jars of baby food, two baby spoons, two bowls, and a bib out of it, and returning to the kitchen with all in his hands. As Trish was setting the table, he was preparing Mya's food for her. They sat down together with the baby and began to enjoy a peaceful meal between the three of them.
TBC
(Well, here's where I run out of ideas for now. Please read and reply. Let me know what you think and whether or not I should continue.)