**One More Day**

The following morning went normal, at 7:30 Mark and Joie came into my room and woke me up. We ate breakfast and then watched a little bit of cartoons. When they went upstairs for their naps, I went in the basement and started working out. I tried to keep in shape, and having two little kids helped, but I needed to do more than that. I didn't get to execise nearly as much as I did before I gotten pregnant, but hey, it was worth it. I loved my kids more than I could ever describe.
After about a hour of working out, I walked back upstairs, hoping to get a shower. God knows I needed one. I did so, but kept an ear out for my kids the entire time I was in there. I used to listen to music while I was in the shower, but now, I only listened for my kids. I got out of the shower and dressed without any disturbances. I walked downstairs and into the kitchen to get a drink. There was a knock on the door and I walked out, carrying a bottle of water with me. I opened the door and smiled when I saw my Dad standing there, "Hey Dad." He smiled and stepped into the house. No matter how old my Dad was getting, he was still as intimidating as he had been while working in the WWE, anyone else would have thought he would break you in half for looking at him wrong, but he was just a big softie now. "How's your day going," he asked me as I shut the door. I smiled, "Fine, got some time to work out, and actually got a shower. Dad chuckled and nodded, "Yeah, I understand. The little monsters taking a nap?" I nodded as we walked into the kitchen. I offered him a drink but he declined. I sat down across the table from him, "Dad, can I ask you a favor?" He smiled and nodded, "Of course you can." I smiled, knowing he was right, Dad never said 'no' when I asked him for a favor, "Could you watch the kids Thursday?" Dad nodded, "Sure. John and you want some 'alone' time." I smirked and nodded, "Yeah." "You want me to keep them overnight?" I nodded, "That would be good." He smiled, knowingly, "Sure, I'll keep 'em for ya." "Thanks Dad." He nodded. Mark came bounding into the room. I could tell by the look on his face that he had heard Dad, "Grandpa!" Mark jumped onto Dad's lap and hugged him. Dad smiled and returned the hug, "You behavin' yourself boy?" Mark looked over at me and I nodded. Dad rose his eyebrows, "What'd you do?" Mark sighed heavily and spoke very softly, "I hit Joie." Dad shook his head, "Why'd you do that?" Mark looked at his grandfather, "She stuck her tongue out at me." I shook my head and then watched as Joie walked into the room. He climbed onto my Dad's lap with Mark. I smiled, they really loved Dad. I thought about the time I had without him, and sighed heavily. Dad noticed and looked at me. He sent the kids off to watch TV and then walked around the table. He kneeled down and hugged me tightly. I returned the strong hug, no words were needed. He knew what was wrong, and I knew how much he regretted no being there when Rayne and I were younger.
I was watching a movie with the kids, when the phone rang. I got up and smiled when I realized the ringing didn't even phase them. I picked up the cordless and walked into the kitchen, "Hello?" I smiled when I heard my sister's voice on the other end, "Hey Angel." "Hey Rayne, what's up?" My face fell when I heard Rayne sigh, "What's wrong?" Rayne's voice grew shakey, "He left me." My jaw dropped, "He did what?!" I lowered my voice when Mark and Joie looked at me, "Why?" Rayne was now crying, "He came home and we got in a fight." "Over what?" Rayne scoffed, "Over the color I painted Jason's room." "That's stupid." "Yeah, but when we started arguing, things started coming out that haven't happened in years. He finally said that he never really loved me, and the only reason we got married was for Jason, then he packed his shit and left." I shook my head as Rayne was now sobbing uncontrollably. That no good piece of shit! That was the only thing I could think of, that and how I could torture Brock for how he hurt my sister. Rayne finally calmed down, "I don't know what to do Angel." I shrugged, "I don't know either." "How am I going to tell Jason? How can I tell him that his Dad just up and left like some dead beat?" I scoffed, "Well, apparently, that's what he is." "Angel, don't say that." I sighed and nodded, I knew Rayne really loved Brock. He helped her overcome so much, but what he did was enough to make me think things I haven't thought about a person in a long time, not since... no, I'm not going there again. I sighed, "Rayne, if he left you, you'll deal with it. You've always been stronger than me." "Yeah right." I smirked, knowing I was just trying to make her feel better, "Come on Rayne, don't dwell on some asshole that just leaves you. Especially after he's lied to you for so long, and told you that he loved you." Mark and Joie were now absorbed in my conversation. I noticed and pointed toward the stairs with my finger. Mark sighed and turned off the TV. He and Joie then went upstairs. I sighed and tried to calm my distraught sister. How could he do that to her?! How could he do that to Jason?! Just the thought of him walking out on his 8 year old boy was enough to make me want to kill him.
I laid in bed later that night, excited about the next morning. John would be home, and God, I missed him so much. Neither Mark or Joie could sleep, but evetually their little bodies were worn out and they fell asleep aroun 10. I, on the other hand, had gone many nights without sleep, and was wide awake at 3. I tossed and turned for a little while longer before finally falling asleep. God, it was about damn time!