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"So then you're heading back to Canada for a short vacation, then?" Alyssa inquired, standing with her back to Adam as she pulled her hair into a ponytail. The group had to be at Trax at noon, where they would train for several hours. They only had a week left of training and evaluating, then there would be a waiting period of a month before it would be decided who would be signing with the WWE.

"Yeah, I fly out of here at ten tonight." Adam nodded, rising from her bed and walking over to her. "You alright?"

Alyssa turned around to face him and smiled slightly. "Yeah, I'll be fine." She shrugged her shoulders minimally. "Nothin' to worry about here."

"The thing is..." Adam spoke softly, his eyes resting on hers as he spoke, pushing a strand of hair out of her eyes that had fallen from the rest in the ponytail. "I do worry."

"That's crazy. I'm a big girl, Adam." She laughed shortly, slowly shaking her head at him. "I can handle it. Trust me."

He pursed his lips together slowly in thought. "Alright, I'll take your word on that. But—"He paused for a slow moment. "If I take your word, then you have to take my offer and come and get breakfast with me."

Alyssa grinned slowly at him as she stepped out of his reach and crossed the room, looking at herself in the mirror, chewing on her lip slowly and nervously. "Is somebody playing favorites?" She teased with a cute grin.

"Favorites?" Adam walked up behind her, shaking his head slowly as he rest his hands softly on her waist. "No."

"Oh you're not?" Alyssa raised an eyebrow as she turned around to face him.

"I'm not. I only have one favorite." He whispered to her, grinning as he trailed a finger slowly down her cheek. Alyssa looked down as she laughed quietly, feeling a blush slowly creep onto her cheeks. "So was that a yes?" Adam inquired after a moment of silence, seeing the light pink that had worked into her cheeks.

"I, uhm—" Alyssa paused for a long moment before her eyes rest on his. "Yes, I'll go with you to breakfast. Now let's go before Riley wakes up." She laughed softly, taking him by his hand and leading him out of her bedroom.

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Mark held his head between his hands, letting out a slow breath. "Sara, we need to talk." He spoke, his voice quiet and defeated as his eyes rest on his petite wife. "We need to talk before you fly out of town tonight."

Sara's forehead creased slowly, hearing the serious tone in Mark's voice. "What do we need to talk about?"

Mark ran his hands over his face before sitting beside her on the bed and taking her hands in his. "I need to tell you something... something that I've been afraid to tell you. It's something that I should've told you from day one. But I didn't, so I need to tell you now." Mark rambled, his head becoming clouded. This was a reality, this was a possibility. He may have a daughter that his wife didn't even know about.

"Mark, honey..." Sara paused, watching his face intently. "You're scaring me."

"I'm not trying to scare you, Sara. But honestly..." He let out a slow breath. "I'm scared, too." Mark paused for a long moment before going on. "Twenty years ago, I had a one night stand with a 17 year old girl. I—I didn't know she was seventeen at the time, but anyhow... she uh, she ended up getting pregnant. Alexis, she told me that she was getting an abortion, she assured me of it."

"Okay..."

"Alyssa entered Tough Enough III. A couple weeks ago, she told me that her name is Alyssa Davis. Her mother was Alexandra Davis. Alexandra was the 17 year old." Mark paused. "She's claiming that I'm her father."

"Hold on. Mark, you have a daughter?" Sara's voice came out shaky, pulling her hand slowly out of Mark's reach.

"Well, I... I don't know yet. I don't know if I--"

"But you've known that it's a possibility, Mark! You've known for weeks and not the slightest mention of this to me!" Sara was growing angry as she rose to her feet. "Our relationship, our marriage is based on trust Mark. You're supposed to trust me enough to confide in me."

"I do. I do trust you Sara, this isn't about trust."

"It isn't, Mark? Then you tell me, what is this about?"

"The reason I didn't tell you isn't because I didn't trust you. But I didn't know if I believed her at first. And now... now I don't know. I don't know how she could've known about this woman if she isn't her daughter. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you sooner. That was wrong. But I was afraid that you'd take it the wrong way. I was afraid you'd think I have something to hide."

Sara nodded silently. "I wish that you would've told me sooner." She admitted quietly.

"I know, and—" Mark's eyes closed slowly as there was a soft knock on the door. "Let me get that..." He spoke quietly, slowly walking to the door.

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"Adam, I don't know if this is such a good idea." Alyssa spoke from beside him, looking down at the ground, Adam having already knocked on the door.

"This is a good idea." Adam assured her softly, gently squeezing her hand in his. Her eyes closed.

"If you—" Alyssa instantly quieted as Mark pulled the door open. She let out a slow breath.

Mark sighed heavily. "What're you two doing here?" He asked slowly, glancing back into the room as Sara crossed the room towards him.

"We came here to talk." Adam explained slowly, looking over at Alyssa. "About Alyssa and Alexandra."

"Now really isn't the best time." Mark spoke, his voice firm and with a slight edge to it as he watched the two.

"We're not gonna press. Let's go." Alyssa tugged gently on his hand, all too ready to leave.

"No. Please, come in. I think we all need to talk." Sara spoke from behind Mark. "I think the two of you have waited far too long to have this discussion."