AN: For the purpose of my story, Brock's daughter Mya is 3 instead of 1, and his fiancee Nicole...well, you'll see. I've also distorted a few other things...this takes place starting in early November of last year, and Kurt's already had his neck surgery. And Melissa- Girl you rock! Thanks for the compliments- I am excited for your Zach story, I know it will be good :) And the only ok thing about overdone themes in my opinion is that at least an author has seen many ways of how they are done and can possibly come up with a better way to write them...did that make any sense? lol
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Erika ignored that and focused on the adorable little girl in his arms. "Hi there Mya."
Three year old Mya Lynn Lesnar smiled shyly. "Hi."
"Do you remember me?" Mya shook her head. "I'm Kurt's sister." Mya's eyes lit up.
"Kurt hero?"
Erika laughed and picked up her laptop case. "Yep." She went to pick up her other bag, but Brock stopped her.
"I'll get it."
She rolled her eyes. "Two things Lesnar. One, I can carry my own bags, and two, you've got Mya."
"You take Mya, I'll get the bags." Erika rolled her eyes again, but relinquished her hold on the suitcase. Brock took it and looked down at his daughter. "Princess, can Erika carry you?" Mya nodded her head and held her arms out to Erika, who set her briefcase down and took
"Wow Miss Mya. You got big, huh?"
Mya shook her head, sending her blond curls flying. "Nope, I still little girl."
"I think you're daddy's little girl."
Mya gave her a 'duh' look. "That's what I said Ewika."
Erika had to laugh at that. "Sorry sweetie, I misunderstood."
"Is okay." Brock unlocked the doors to his Hummer and Erika got Mya settled in her carseat while Brock loaded the luggage. He got in and they began the short drive to his house. When he turned right out of the airport, Erika shot him a confused look.
"Shouldn't you have turned left?"
Brock shook his head. "No, I moved. Didn't Kurt tell you?"
"Yeah, he did, I forgot." The car grew silent and remained that way for the remainder of the ride. When he pulled up in front of his house, Erika couldn't help but grin. "I can't believe you really did buy it." A hint of a smile crossed over Brock's face.
"I always said I would."
*****flashback*****
"Nicole, how many times do we have to drive by this place?"
"It's on the way, Rika." Nicole and Erika were on the way to pick up their boyfriends, who had flown back home to South Dakota for the weekend.
"Yeah, ok," Erika said and smiled to herself.
"It is." Nicole insisted.
"Not really, but we both know your obsession with coming up here."
"The houses are so beautiful. Especially-" Erika cut her off.
"1621 Hiram."
"Yeah. Brock and I will own that house one day."
Erika snorted. "You're really going to marry that lout?"
"I am having his child here Erika. Besides, you're dating his best friend, you should just try to get along. It's not like you're ever getting away from him."
"Yeah, yeah."
*****end flashback*****
"She loved this house."
"I know." Brock got her bags out of the trunk while Erika carried the now sleeping Mya inside.
"Where's her room?"
"Upstairs." He moved in front of her to lead the way. He dropped her bags by a door and opened the one of the room next to it. Erika set Mya on her bed and looked around the decked out room.
"She really is your little princess, huh?"
Brock smiled and looked fondly at his daughter. "Yes, she is." A hard look passed over his face. "She was all I had left for awhile."
"Do not throw that in my face Lesnar," Erika said and walked to what she assumed was her room. She started to close the door but Brock's hand shot out to stop it. He came in and shut it behind him.
"And why not? You left the day after the funeral, Erika." Her eyes started to well up.
"You don't know Brock, so just don't."
"Oh yes I do. I know exactly what happened. You ran." That lit up the anger in her bright blue eyes.
"Why should I have stayed, Brock? You didn't want me here."
"You should have stayed if, for nothing else, your goddaughter."
Erika wouldn't meet his eyes. She knew he was right, but she couldn't admit it. "You had your mom, and Nicole's," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I needed you," he said softly.
Erika sighed. "Brock, I just want to take a nap, ok?"
"Fine." He turned and walked away, slamming the door behind him.
"Hope that didn't wake Mya up." Erika took off her shoes and crawled into bed. She was almost asleep when her eyes popped open at this thought. "What did he mean, he needed me?"
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Erika awoke a few hours later to a soft giggling sound. She opened her eyes to find a smiling Mya sitting next to her on the bed. "Hey there cutie."
"Hi Ewika. Daddy told me to come wake you for supper."
"OK, thank you. Let me change my clothes and I'll be right down." Mya nodded and ran back downstairs. Erika yawned and got out of bed. She grabbed a sweatshirt and pulled it over her head and went down to the kitchen, stopping just outside the door when she heard voices.
"Princess, I don't know if Erika will want to do that."
"Why not Daddy?"
"She had a long plane ride, and she's probably still tired."
"I ask anyway."
Brock sighed, defeated. "Ok, honey."
Erika chose that moment to walk in the room. "Ask me what?"
"If you wanna go to the park with us?"
Mya had such a hopeful look on her face that Erika had to laugh. "Of course I'll go." They ate a quick supper of grilled chicken and baked potatoes, and Erika finished up the dishes while Brock took Mya to get ready. Erika was putting the last dish in the drainer when she heard the sound of tiny feet running behind her.
"Ewika, let's go!"
"In a hurry?"
"Yes." Mya grabbed her hand and started dragging Erika across the kitchen.
"Wait a second sweetie, I need to grab some shoes." She quickly slipped on some sandals and they were on their way. Mya grabbed Brock's hand with her other as soon as they were out the door, and they stayed that way the entire walk. As soon as they reached the fence, Mya broke loose. No one else was there, so Brock let her go and led Erika over to a bench. She could see the regret in his eyes even before he opened his mouth.
"can we talk?"
She shook her head. "Brock, you are NO good at apologies, so don't bother."
"I'm sorry." She turned to him with amazed eyes. "Wow, and you said it without stuttering once. Impressive."
"Gee, thanks." He smiled down at her, then returned his attention to Mya, who looked over and waved. Erika waved back and stood.
"It's ok," she said to Brock, and walked over to the swings and sat down. Brock came up behind her and started lightly pushing.
"So what exactly is this article about?" They preceded to talk about that and other light topics until Mya came running over.
"I done Daddy." Erika got off the swing and Brock picked Mya up.
"Done, huh?"
She nodded. "Yeah. Ewika watch mermaid too?" Erika was a bit confused, and looked to Brock for clarification.
"She means The Little Mermaid. It's her favorite, and I told her earlier we could watch it."
"Oh, I see." Erika looked down at her watch before answering Mya's question. "I don't think I can sweetie, I've got somewhere to go." Now it was Brock's turn to look confused.
"What are you talking about?"
"It's just something I need to do."
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AN: Beginings of the back story will come out in the next chapter, so hopefully this will start to make more sense :)
Lisa
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Erika ignored that and focused on the adorable little girl in his arms. "Hi there Mya."
Three year old Mya Lynn Lesnar smiled shyly. "Hi."
"Do you remember me?" Mya shook her head. "I'm Kurt's sister." Mya's eyes lit up.
"Kurt hero?"
Erika laughed and picked up her laptop case. "Yep." She went to pick up her other bag, but Brock stopped her.
"I'll get it."
She rolled her eyes. "Two things Lesnar. One, I can carry my own bags, and two, you've got Mya."
"You take Mya, I'll get the bags." Erika rolled her eyes again, but relinquished her hold on the suitcase. Brock took it and looked down at his daughter. "Princess, can Erika carry you?" Mya nodded her head and held her arms out to Erika, who set her briefcase down and took
"Wow Miss Mya. You got big, huh?"
Mya shook her head, sending her blond curls flying. "Nope, I still little girl."
"I think you're daddy's little girl."
Mya gave her a 'duh' look. "That's what I said Ewika."
Erika had to laugh at that. "Sorry sweetie, I misunderstood."
"Is okay." Brock unlocked the doors to his Hummer and Erika got Mya settled in her carseat while Brock loaded the luggage. He got in and they began the short drive to his house. When he turned right out of the airport, Erika shot him a confused look.
"Shouldn't you have turned left?"
Brock shook his head. "No, I moved. Didn't Kurt tell you?"
"Yeah, he did, I forgot." The car grew silent and remained that way for the remainder of the ride. When he pulled up in front of his house, Erika couldn't help but grin. "I can't believe you really did buy it." A hint of a smile crossed over Brock's face.
"I always said I would."
*****flashback*****
"Nicole, how many times do we have to drive by this place?"
"It's on the way, Rika." Nicole and Erika were on the way to pick up their boyfriends, who had flown back home to South Dakota for the weekend.
"Yeah, ok," Erika said and smiled to herself.
"It is." Nicole insisted.
"Not really, but we both know your obsession with coming up here."
"The houses are so beautiful. Especially-" Erika cut her off.
"1621 Hiram."
"Yeah. Brock and I will own that house one day."
Erika snorted. "You're really going to marry that lout?"
"I am having his child here Erika. Besides, you're dating his best friend, you should just try to get along. It's not like you're ever getting away from him."
"Yeah, yeah."
*****end flashback*****
"She loved this house."
"I know." Brock got her bags out of the trunk while Erika carried the now sleeping Mya inside.
"Where's her room?"
"Upstairs." He moved in front of her to lead the way. He dropped her bags by a door and opened the one of the room next to it. Erika set Mya on her bed and looked around the decked out room.
"She really is your little princess, huh?"
Brock smiled and looked fondly at his daughter. "Yes, she is." A hard look passed over his face. "She was all I had left for awhile."
"Do not throw that in my face Lesnar," Erika said and walked to what she assumed was her room. She started to close the door but Brock's hand shot out to stop it. He came in and shut it behind him.
"And why not? You left the day after the funeral, Erika." Her eyes started to well up.
"You don't know Brock, so just don't."
"Oh yes I do. I know exactly what happened. You ran." That lit up the anger in her bright blue eyes.
"Why should I have stayed, Brock? You didn't want me here."
"You should have stayed if, for nothing else, your goddaughter."
Erika wouldn't meet his eyes. She knew he was right, but she couldn't admit it. "You had your mom, and Nicole's," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I needed you," he said softly.
Erika sighed. "Brock, I just want to take a nap, ok?"
"Fine." He turned and walked away, slamming the door behind him.
"Hope that didn't wake Mya up." Erika took off her shoes and crawled into bed. She was almost asleep when her eyes popped open at this thought. "What did he mean, he needed me?"
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Erika awoke a few hours later to a soft giggling sound. She opened her eyes to find a smiling Mya sitting next to her on the bed. "Hey there cutie."
"Hi Ewika. Daddy told me to come wake you for supper."
"OK, thank you. Let me change my clothes and I'll be right down." Mya nodded and ran back downstairs. Erika yawned and got out of bed. She grabbed a sweatshirt and pulled it over her head and went down to the kitchen, stopping just outside the door when she heard voices.
"Princess, I don't know if Erika will want to do that."
"Why not Daddy?"
"She had a long plane ride, and she's probably still tired."
"I ask anyway."
Brock sighed, defeated. "Ok, honey."
Erika chose that moment to walk in the room. "Ask me what?"
"If you wanna go to the park with us?"
Mya had such a hopeful look on her face that Erika had to laugh. "Of course I'll go." They ate a quick supper of grilled chicken and baked potatoes, and Erika finished up the dishes while Brock took Mya to get ready. Erika was putting the last dish in the drainer when she heard the sound of tiny feet running behind her.
"Ewika, let's go!"
"In a hurry?"
"Yes." Mya grabbed her hand and started dragging Erika across the kitchen.
"Wait a second sweetie, I need to grab some shoes." She quickly slipped on some sandals and they were on their way. Mya grabbed Brock's hand with her other as soon as they were out the door, and they stayed that way the entire walk. As soon as they reached the fence, Mya broke loose. No one else was there, so Brock let her go and led Erika over to a bench. She could see the regret in his eyes even before he opened his mouth.
"can we talk?"
She shook her head. "Brock, you are NO good at apologies, so don't bother."
"I'm sorry." She turned to him with amazed eyes. "Wow, and you said it without stuttering once. Impressive."
"Gee, thanks." He smiled down at her, then returned his attention to Mya, who looked over and waved. Erika waved back and stood.
"It's ok," she said to Brock, and walked over to the swings and sat down. Brock came up behind her and started lightly pushing.
"So what exactly is this article about?" They preceded to talk about that and other light topics until Mya came running over.
"I done Daddy." Erika got off the swing and Brock picked Mya up.
"Done, huh?"
She nodded. "Yeah. Ewika watch mermaid too?" Erika was a bit confused, and looked to Brock for clarification.
"She means The Little Mermaid. It's her favorite, and I told her earlier we could watch it."
"Oh, I see." Erika looked down at her watch before answering Mya's question. "I don't think I can sweetie, I've got somewhere to go." Now it was Brock's turn to look confused.
"What are you talking about?"
"It's just something I need to do."
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AN: Beginings of the back story will come out in the next chapter, so hopefully this will start to make more sense :)
Lisa
