AN: Thanks so much to everyone for the reviews! Nicole, girl, you are so sweet! Melissa (who already knows how awesome she is lol) - yes, I have over crowded brain syndrome!...and I'm so glad that Rory and Matt are together...now that means Zach can pull his head out of his ass :) *innocent grin*
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"Ewika, time to get up!" Erika rolled over and covered her head with a pillow
"Five more minutes," she mumbled.
Mya put her hands on her hips and stalked over to the bed. "No, Daddy said to wake you up when the clock said this." It was 9:00 according to the digital camera Mya held in front of where Erika's face should be. Erika groaned and moved the pillow.
"Mya, sweetie, adorable little cherub. Why don't you watch some more cartoons or something?"
"No, I can't. Daddy said to wake you 'cause he was getting breakfast."
"No food."
Mya's little head bobbed up and down. "Yes, Daddy said pancakes and bacon and sausage and some fruit and toast and everything." Erika threw her hand over her mouth and ran for the bathroom. Mya could hear her throwing up, but didn't know why. "Ewika?" She knocked on the door and tried again. "Ewika, are you ok?" Still no answer. Brock came back in the room, and Mya ran up to him. "Daddy!"
"What is it princess?"
"Ewika is sick I think."
Brock smirked and set the food down. "I bet she is. Here, why don't you start eating and I'll take care of Erika."
"OK Daddy." She sat at the table, and Brock walked over to the bathroom. He knocked lightly on the door.
"Erika, are you ok?"
"No."
"Can I come in?"
"If you must." He opened the door and found her sitting fully clothed in the bathtub. He sat down next to her on the edge of the tub.
"You know you can't hold alcohol, Erika."
"I know," she responded quietly. "I don't know what happened."
"Stephanie said you were talking about Justin and Nicole." Erika paled and looked away from Brock.
"I don't remember it."
"I didn't figure you would. You won't even tell me what happened."
"I know."
"It's all going to come out eventually. The trial is coming up soon."
"Brock, I feel enough like shit right now. Please don't add to it."
"Fine, I'll drop it, for now. Do you want some toast?" Erika nodded and slowly stood.
"With a side of tylenol."
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"Well, well, look what the cat dragged in!" Erika was walkling down the arena hall with Brock when she heard Stephanie call.
"You look real good yourself Steph." Stephanie was wearing sweatpants and a tee-shirt, with her hair in a ponytail.
"I can't help it that I'm not styling like you Erika." Erika had on flannel pj bottoms and a diva tee, with her hair in a knot. "We make a beautiful pair."
"Don't we though?"
"Certainly. Brock, do you care if I steal her for a bit before the show starts?" He shook his head.
"Not at all." Erika took her bag from Brock, who had insisted on carrying it.
"I'll be back for Mya before the show starts."
"OK." Brock and Mya continued walking down the hall, and Stephanie pulled Erika into the currently empty women's locker room.
"Are you feeling okay, really?"
Erika nodded. "Yes, I am thank you. I am so sorry for the way I acted last night. I don't know what came over me."
"Don't worry about it. Shit happens."
"Very true."
"Do you want to do my interview now, or wait until later?"
"We can do it now. I thought I had to talk to Dawn some more, but I have everything I need. I want to talk to some of the guys hopefully today, and then spend some time just watching how things work around here."
"I can't remember the last time I just sat and watched." Erika began her questioning with that, and they were finished about twenty minutes later.
"Thanks a lot Steph."
"No problem Rika. I'll call you later?"
"Sure. Now I just need to find Torrie."
Stephanie's smile turned into one of sympathy. "Have fun."
"She's that bad, huh?"
"Pretty much."
"Maybe I'll just go hunt down one of the guys. I could use some latino heat."
"Now THAT sounds like fun!"
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Erika was able to complete four more interviews that afternoon, during three of which she had Mya by her side. They were all back on a plane within an hour after the show. It was around midnight when Erika finally crawled into bed, and was awoken by Brock a few minutes later. "Erika, are you still awake."
"Sort of, what do you need?" He came in and sat next to her on the bed.
"I have that interview with KFAN tomorrow-"
"The one you do weekly, right?" she interrupted.
"Yeah, down at the radio station. And then I need to do some grocery shopping, and I promised Mom I would stop by, and I need to do some birthday shopping for Brandie."
"I cannot believe your sister is turning twenty-two."
"Me either. I just wanted to let you know that I have a huge load of stuff to do tomorrow."
"Why don't I take Mya grocery shopping while you're at your interview and your mom's, and then we'll meet you at the mall in the afternoon?"
"Erika, I didn't tell you all this to get you to help."
"I want to."
"OK, thanks. It sounds like a plan."
"Glad I can help. Goodnight."
"Goodnight." He started to leave, but stopped by the door. "Erika? Where did it really go wrong? I mean, I never had anything against you, and I thought you liked me at first, and then..." He peered closely at the bed. "Erika?" No response. She was already asleep.
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"Brock, I just thought of something," Erika said to him over breakfast the next morning.
"And that is?"
"I didn't rent a car when I got here, so how am I supposed go to the store?"
"That is being solved by-" he was interrupted by the doorbell ringing. "Perfect timing." He got up from the table and went to answer the door. Erika and Mya both followed out of curiosity.
"Brock Lesnar?" A young looking delivery man asked.
"That would be me."
"If you could sign this please." Brock took the clipboard and signed it, and was handed a package. He thanked the guy and closed the door.
"I was originally going to ask you if you would be here this morning to answer the door."
"I'm still confused Brock." He picked up Mya and opened the door again, this time going outside.
"Come see then." Erika walked down to the driveway and started laughing when she saw what was there.
"When did you order this?" It was a brand new dark red Dodge Durango.
"Three weeks ago. I had some stuff done to it, and arranged for it to be delivered. So that's why I didn't say anything about how you would be getting around." He opened the box and handed the keys to Erika. Her jaw dropped.
"You are not even letting me drive this before you."
"I test drove it."
"And your point is?"
He chuckled and walked back into the house. "Just don't put alot of miles on it."
"Going to the grocery store could do that."
"Right." They all sat down to finish breakfast.
"I thought you would have went for the Escalade myself."
"That's next."
"You're going to need a new garage if you keep going."
"It won't get that bad."
"If you say so." Erika dropped her plate in the sink and walked through the insode door to the garage. "Brock?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you want me to take the car seat from the Hummer?" He snuck up behind her when she was yelling, and he reached around her to open the car door.
"Until I get a new one while we're at the mall, yeah." Erika whipped around when she heard him.
"Scare the crap out of me, why don't ya." He moved closer to her, pushing her into the now open car.
"That was my point." Erika ducked under his arm to get out and went to stand at the entrance to the house.
"Whatever. Will you show me how to install that?" she asked, referring to the seat.
"Yeah, right before we leave." He followed her inside and set the seat on the counter.
"Do you have a grocery list?"
Brock shook his head. "No, I never use one."
"Your kidding, right?"
"No, it's just us, so I never thought I needed one."
"I'm one person and I still use one."
Brock finished buttoning Mya's jacket and slipped on her shoes. "You're just anal."
"And you're just rude," Erika said as she was pulling on a sweatshirt. "And you're going to be late." Brock looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was after 9 already.
"Damn. Let me get that seat put in fast, and we can all go." Erika grabbed Mya while Brock locked up the house and grabbed the carseat. He showed her how to install it before buckling Mya in. "You're all set."
"Thanks. When did you want to meet at the mall?"
"Around two." Brock leaned down and kissed Mya's forehead. "Bye princess, have fun with Erika."
"I will Daddy." Brock put the garage door up and walked up to his Hummer.
"See you at two."
"OK, bye." Erika got in the Durango and slowly backed down the drive. She went to the store closest to the house, which was mostly empty because it was so early. They walked around the store for about an hour, gathering various things before finally heading to the checkouts. Erika smiled at the older woman who was running the register. "Good morning."
"Good morning. Do you mind if I ask you a question?"
"Not at all."
"Is that by any chance Brock Lesnar's daughter?" Erika's smile became hesitant, but she nodded. "I'm only asking because she usually comes in with him. I didn't know he had a girlfriend now."
"Oh, we're not dating. I'm just a friend."
The woman gave her a smile that could be construed as condescending. "If you say so dear." She finished bagging and handed Erika her change. "You have a good day now." Erika nodded and wheeled the cart out to the car. She turned on the radio and discovered that Brock's segment was over, so she called his cell phone.
"Hello?"
"Brock, you have got some seriously nosy people working at that grocery store."
He chuckled. "Mrs. Manson must have checked you out."
"I don't know who it was, but damn."
"Did you drop the groceries off yet?"
"No, I'm turning onto the road now, why?"
"Why don't you and Mya just meet me for lunch at Mike's, and we'll go shopping from there? I called Mom and she said Troy would help her out this afternoon."
"That sounds great, we can be there in probably half an hour."
"See you then."
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AN: Being the overly anal planner that I am, I write out what I want to happen in each chapter, and I am so far behind. According to my notebook, I am only halfway through chapter 6. But be forewarned: The chapter I will be posting tomorrow will explain EVERYTHING. And I do mean everything :)
Lisa
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"Ewika, time to get up!" Erika rolled over and covered her head with a pillow
"Five more minutes," she mumbled.
Mya put her hands on her hips and stalked over to the bed. "No, Daddy said to wake you up when the clock said this." It was 9:00 according to the digital camera Mya held in front of where Erika's face should be. Erika groaned and moved the pillow.
"Mya, sweetie, adorable little cherub. Why don't you watch some more cartoons or something?"
"No, I can't. Daddy said to wake you 'cause he was getting breakfast."
"No food."
Mya's little head bobbed up and down. "Yes, Daddy said pancakes and bacon and sausage and some fruit and toast and everything." Erika threw her hand over her mouth and ran for the bathroom. Mya could hear her throwing up, but didn't know why. "Ewika?" She knocked on the door and tried again. "Ewika, are you ok?" Still no answer. Brock came back in the room, and Mya ran up to him. "Daddy!"
"What is it princess?"
"Ewika is sick I think."
Brock smirked and set the food down. "I bet she is. Here, why don't you start eating and I'll take care of Erika."
"OK Daddy." She sat at the table, and Brock walked over to the bathroom. He knocked lightly on the door.
"Erika, are you ok?"
"No."
"Can I come in?"
"If you must." He opened the door and found her sitting fully clothed in the bathtub. He sat down next to her on the edge of the tub.
"You know you can't hold alcohol, Erika."
"I know," she responded quietly. "I don't know what happened."
"Stephanie said you were talking about Justin and Nicole." Erika paled and looked away from Brock.
"I don't remember it."
"I didn't figure you would. You won't even tell me what happened."
"I know."
"It's all going to come out eventually. The trial is coming up soon."
"Brock, I feel enough like shit right now. Please don't add to it."
"Fine, I'll drop it, for now. Do you want some toast?" Erika nodded and slowly stood.
"With a side of tylenol."
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"Well, well, look what the cat dragged in!" Erika was walkling down the arena hall with Brock when she heard Stephanie call.
"You look real good yourself Steph." Stephanie was wearing sweatpants and a tee-shirt, with her hair in a ponytail.
"I can't help it that I'm not styling like you Erika." Erika had on flannel pj bottoms and a diva tee, with her hair in a knot. "We make a beautiful pair."
"Don't we though?"
"Certainly. Brock, do you care if I steal her for a bit before the show starts?" He shook his head.
"Not at all." Erika took her bag from Brock, who had insisted on carrying it.
"I'll be back for Mya before the show starts."
"OK." Brock and Mya continued walking down the hall, and Stephanie pulled Erika into the currently empty women's locker room.
"Are you feeling okay, really?"
Erika nodded. "Yes, I am thank you. I am so sorry for the way I acted last night. I don't know what came over me."
"Don't worry about it. Shit happens."
"Very true."
"Do you want to do my interview now, or wait until later?"
"We can do it now. I thought I had to talk to Dawn some more, but I have everything I need. I want to talk to some of the guys hopefully today, and then spend some time just watching how things work around here."
"I can't remember the last time I just sat and watched." Erika began her questioning with that, and they were finished about twenty minutes later.
"Thanks a lot Steph."
"No problem Rika. I'll call you later?"
"Sure. Now I just need to find Torrie."
Stephanie's smile turned into one of sympathy. "Have fun."
"She's that bad, huh?"
"Pretty much."
"Maybe I'll just go hunt down one of the guys. I could use some latino heat."
"Now THAT sounds like fun!"
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Erika was able to complete four more interviews that afternoon, during three of which she had Mya by her side. They were all back on a plane within an hour after the show. It was around midnight when Erika finally crawled into bed, and was awoken by Brock a few minutes later. "Erika, are you still awake."
"Sort of, what do you need?" He came in and sat next to her on the bed.
"I have that interview with KFAN tomorrow-"
"The one you do weekly, right?" she interrupted.
"Yeah, down at the radio station. And then I need to do some grocery shopping, and I promised Mom I would stop by, and I need to do some birthday shopping for Brandie."
"I cannot believe your sister is turning twenty-two."
"Me either. I just wanted to let you know that I have a huge load of stuff to do tomorrow."
"Why don't I take Mya grocery shopping while you're at your interview and your mom's, and then we'll meet you at the mall in the afternoon?"
"Erika, I didn't tell you all this to get you to help."
"I want to."
"OK, thanks. It sounds like a plan."
"Glad I can help. Goodnight."
"Goodnight." He started to leave, but stopped by the door. "Erika? Where did it really go wrong? I mean, I never had anything against you, and I thought you liked me at first, and then..." He peered closely at the bed. "Erika?" No response. She was already asleep.
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"Brock, I just thought of something," Erika said to him over breakfast the next morning.
"And that is?"
"I didn't rent a car when I got here, so how am I supposed go to the store?"
"That is being solved by-" he was interrupted by the doorbell ringing. "Perfect timing." He got up from the table and went to answer the door. Erika and Mya both followed out of curiosity.
"Brock Lesnar?" A young looking delivery man asked.
"That would be me."
"If you could sign this please." Brock took the clipboard and signed it, and was handed a package. He thanked the guy and closed the door.
"I was originally going to ask you if you would be here this morning to answer the door."
"I'm still confused Brock." He picked up Mya and opened the door again, this time going outside.
"Come see then." Erika walked down to the driveway and started laughing when she saw what was there.
"When did you order this?" It was a brand new dark red Dodge Durango.
"Three weeks ago. I had some stuff done to it, and arranged for it to be delivered. So that's why I didn't say anything about how you would be getting around." He opened the box and handed the keys to Erika. Her jaw dropped.
"You are not even letting me drive this before you."
"I test drove it."
"And your point is?"
He chuckled and walked back into the house. "Just don't put alot of miles on it."
"Going to the grocery store could do that."
"Right." They all sat down to finish breakfast.
"I thought you would have went for the Escalade myself."
"That's next."
"You're going to need a new garage if you keep going."
"It won't get that bad."
"If you say so." Erika dropped her plate in the sink and walked through the insode door to the garage. "Brock?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you want me to take the car seat from the Hummer?" He snuck up behind her when she was yelling, and he reached around her to open the car door.
"Until I get a new one while we're at the mall, yeah." Erika whipped around when she heard him.
"Scare the crap out of me, why don't ya." He moved closer to her, pushing her into the now open car.
"That was my point." Erika ducked under his arm to get out and went to stand at the entrance to the house.
"Whatever. Will you show me how to install that?" she asked, referring to the seat.
"Yeah, right before we leave." He followed her inside and set the seat on the counter.
"Do you have a grocery list?"
Brock shook his head. "No, I never use one."
"Your kidding, right?"
"No, it's just us, so I never thought I needed one."
"I'm one person and I still use one."
Brock finished buttoning Mya's jacket and slipped on her shoes. "You're just anal."
"And you're just rude," Erika said as she was pulling on a sweatshirt. "And you're going to be late." Brock looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was after 9 already.
"Damn. Let me get that seat put in fast, and we can all go." Erika grabbed Mya while Brock locked up the house and grabbed the carseat. He showed her how to install it before buckling Mya in. "You're all set."
"Thanks. When did you want to meet at the mall?"
"Around two." Brock leaned down and kissed Mya's forehead. "Bye princess, have fun with Erika."
"I will Daddy." Brock put the garage door up and walked up to his Hummer.
"See you at two."
"OK, bye." Erika got in the Durango and slowly backed down the drive. She went to the store closest to the house, which was mostly empty because it was so early. They walked around the store for about an hour, gathering various things before finally heading to the checkouts. Erika smiled at the older woman who was running the register. "Good morning."
"Good morning. Do you mind if I ask you a question?"
"Not at all."
"Is that by any chance Brock Lesnar's daughter?" Erika's smile became hesitant, but she nodded. "I'm only asking because she usually comes in with him. I didn't know he had a girlfriend now."
"Oh, we're not dating. I'm just a friend."
The woman gave her a smile that could be construed as condescending. "If you say so dear." She finished bagging and handed Erika her change. "You have a good day now." Erika nodded and wheeled the cart out to the car. She turned on the radio and discovered that Brock's segment was over, so she called his cell phone.
"Hello?"
"Brock, you have got some seriously nosy people working at that grocery store."
He chuckled. "Mrs. Manson must have checked you out."
"I don't know who it was, but damn."
"Did you drop the groceries off yet?"
"No, I'm turning onto the road now, why?"
"Why don't you and Mya just meet me for lunch at Mike's, and we'll go shopping from there? I called Mom and she said Troy would help her out this afternoon."
"That sounds great, we can be there in probably half an hour."
"See you then."
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AN: Being the overly anal planner that I am, I write out what I want to happen in each chapter, and I am so far behind. According to my notebook, I am only halfway through chapter 6. But be forewarned: The chapter I will be posting tomorrow will explain EVERYTHING. And I do mean everything :)
Lisa
