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A/N: Sorry it's taken so long stupid ff.net decided to freeze my account b/c I had the prologue and form for a Mary Sue up.
Unexpected
Chapter Fourteen
After getting off the phone with her brother Stephanie again checked on Sierra, then went down to start breakfast, she couldn't hold out making it any longer. She looked through the nicely stocked refrigerator, which looked to be rather freshly stocked.
About nine o'clock she was nearly finished with breakfast. Since no one was awake she went back upstairs quickly and got Sierra out of her crib, seeing as she was already awake. She didn't have the heart to wake Mark up. He'd be up soon enough without her help.
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Mark began to wake up at the smell of food cooking downstairs but before he could figure out why he smelled the food his phone started ringing.
"Hello," he said sleepily.
"Hey Dad what's up?" Sydney asked.
"I see you've been talking to your sister," Mark observed waking up quickly at the sound of his oldest daughter's voice. "I want you to be careful."
"I know, I know," Sydney said. He could practically hear her rolling her eyes. "I'm always careful. You're just overly cautious."
"I'm serious Sydney Reanna, I want you to be extra careful. Vince is losing it and you're pretty easy for him to get at," Mark told her seriously.
"I will if it means that much to you," Sydney told him. "What else has been going on?"
"Do you have a lot of time?" Mark asked.
"Not really."
"Then call back when you have more time. I'll tell you then."
"Okay, I'll talk to you later, love you," Sydney told him.
"Love you to baby girl," Mark said before hanging up.
Mark then decided to follow the smell of food, and found Stephanie serving herself and Sierra breakfast. "Why are you such an early bird?" Mark asked.
"Hey I could have had breakfast done forty five minutes ago if I weren't so nice," Stephanie told him. "You just hate mornings."
He found chocolate chip pancakes, sausage, and scrambled eggs on the stove. "I could get used to this you know," Mark said scooping food onto his plate.
"Get used to what, food on the table when you wake up?" Steph asked with a smirk.
"Not just that everything about this picture," Mark replied beginning to eat his breakfast.
Stephanie knew he was being honest but let the comment slide without any remark for the time being. "I thought you had three daughters, anyhow that was legend floating around in the locker room," she said changing the subject.
"Yeah, Sydney's away in college, she's 20," Mark said with a smile. She loved the way he light up whenever he even mentioned his family. She wished her father were more like that. "She's in her second year. Hopefully she'll be home for a week or so in March. I can't wait to see her finally. She spend the Christmas with her grandparents in Florida."
"I never thought those locker room legends where true," Stephanie said.
"There's occasionally one that's true. Normally it's all B.S. though," Mark said.
The rest of breakfast was spent in a comfortable silence. It almost seemed like the two knew enough about each other well enough to not have to speak. "You know it's been cold lately," Mark said when the meal was almost done.
"You call this cold. It's like twenty times colder in New York," Steph told him. "You should have seen winters when I was a little girl. Shane would always dare me to try to go down this hill that Mom would never let either of us go down. We used to get each other in trouble so much."
Mark knew from the look on her face that the only person that she really considered family was her brother and she always got so happy when she thought about him.
"So Shane-O has taken up residence in New York," Mark said. He knew that he liked the business aspect of the company just as much as he liked being in front of all the people shocking the hell out of them.
"Yeah he and Marissa divorced and she decided she wanted move to the city, so to avoid a big court battle he moved to the city and kept the original custody arrangement, which she messes with all the time," Stephanie said.
Mark could remember the couple of times that he had seen Shane was always the happiest when his little girl was around. "I remember Marissa she was a pain in the butt," Mark said.
The rest of the morning went smoothly. It was like Steph and Mark had lived under the same roof for a long time.
"Thanks for getting Sierra to sleep; she won't go to sleep for me anymore," Mark admitted.
"It's not a problem. Shane told me this morning that Vince was pretty pissed that we found Savannah and he might have been planning something new. He told me he would keep an eye on things and let me know what's going on," Stephanie said quietly. She didn't want to have to tell him that, but right now she couldn't deal with this on her own. She had another life to look out for right now too.
"What really brought you back here?" Mark asked. He wanted the full story not the extremely brief version that he'd heard last night.
"I talked to Paul about a week ago before I went to the doctor to see if he wanted to go with me. He was still pretty upset with all the stuff that my father had told him. He made a real ass out of himself before refusing to have anything to do with 'this child', even if it his, or me among other things. I came back and was miserable for a week and Shane told me not to over analyze anything or I'll talk myself out of it. That's when I called Savannah, and ended up here last night," Stephanie said still condensing everything. She didn't want to relive the horrible moments with Paul in any more than she had to.
Mark wanted to kill the man. He'd hurt Stephanie on the mere allegations of a mad man. He knew how much of an ass Paul could be when he thought he was being played, and didn't wish that on anyone, let alone someone like Stephanie. "Can I kill him now?" Mark asked. Steph smiled remembering Shane ask her the same thing when he got home from work the night it happened.
"I didn't let Shane kill him so why should I let you?" Stephanie asked.
"You think that Shane isn't planning Paul's demise right now?" Mark asked. "That's an act I want in on I better call him about that soon."
"No don't hurt him," Stephanie said. "Watching his son or daughter grow up without knowing him will be punishment enough. I mean the baby will be a McMahon and have to know the family business."
"Good point, I still want to kick his ass though," Mark said.
"Maybe when you get back you'll be able to kick his ass," Stephanie said with a gleam in her eyes.
"How exactly would I be able to do that?" Mark asked knowing she was up to something.
"I could always convince my mom to do the paper work to trade you to Raw when you get back," Stephanie said. "That means all you have to do is intimidate Eric Bischoff into giving you any sort of shot at Paul."
"And your father said that the McMahon genes were wasted on you," Mark said with a smirk.
"Were you totally and completely miserable without me?" Stephanie asked remembering what Savannah had told her repeatedly.
"I wasn't totally and completely miserable," Mark insisted. "I don't know what my daughter's been telling you." Stephanie just glared at him. "Fine it wasn't the same without you here," He admitted.
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You've read now if you review I will be so very, very happy.
A/N: Sorry it's taken so long stupid ff.net decided to freeze my account b/c I had the prologue and form for a Mary Sue up.
Unexpected
Chapter Fourteen
After getting off the phone with her brother Stephanie again checked on Sierra, then went down to start breakfast, she couldn't hold out making it any longer. She looked through the nicely stocked refrigerator, which looked to be rather freshly stocked.
About nine o'clock she was nearly finished with breakfast. Since no one was awake she went back upstairs quickly and got Sierra out of her crib, seeing as she was already awake. She didn't have the heart to wake Mark up. He'd be up soon enough without her help.
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Mark began to wake up at the smell of food cooking downstairs but before he could figure out why he smelled the food his phone started ringing.
"Hello," he said sleepily.
"Hey Dad what's up?" Sydney asked.
"I see you've been talking to your sister," Mark observed waking up quickly at the sound of his oldest daughter's voice. "I want you to be careful."
"I know, I know," Sydney said. He could practically hear her rolling her eyes. "I'm always careful. You're just overly cautious."
"I'm serious Sydney Reanna, I want you to be extra careful. Vince is losing it and you're pretty easy for him to get at," Mark told her seriously.
"I will if it means that much to you," Sydney told him. "What else has been going on?"
"Do you have a lot of time?" Mark asked.
"Not really."
"Then call back when you have more time. I'll tell you then."
"Okay, I'll talk to you later, love you," Sydney told him.
"Love you to baby girl," Mark said before hanging up.
Mark then decided to follow the smell of food, and found Stephanie serving herself and Sierra breakfast. "Why are you such an early bird?" Mark asked.
"Hey I could have had breakfast done forty five minutes ago if I weren't so nice," Stephanie told him. "You just hate mornings."
He found chocolate chip pancakes, sausage, and scrambled eggs on the stove. "I could get used to this you know," Mark said scooping food onto his plate.
"Get used to what, food on the table when you wake up?" Steph asked with a smirk.
"Not just that everything about this picture," Mark replied beginning to eat his breakfast.
Stephanie knew he was being honest but let the comment slide without any remark for the time being. "I thought you had three daughters, anyhow that was legend floating around in the locker room," she said changing the subject.
"Yeah, Sydney's away in college, she's 20," Mark said with a smile. She loved the way he light up whenever he even mentioned his family. She wished her father were more like that. "She's in her second year. Hopefully she'll be home for a week or so in March. I can't wait to see her finally. She spend the Christmas with her grandparents in Florida."
"I never thought those locker room legends where true," Stephanie said.
"There's occasionally one that's true. Normally it's all B.S. though," Mark said.
The rest of breakfast was spent in a comfortable silence. It almost seemed like the two knew enough about each other well enough to not have to speak. "You know it's been cold lately," Mark said when the meal was almost done.
"You call this cold. It's like twenty times colder in New York," Steph told him. "You should have seen winters when I was a little girl. Shane would always dare me to try to go down this hill that Mom would never let either of us go down. We used to get each other in trouble so much."
Mark knew from the look on her face that the only person that she really considered family was her brother and she always got so happy when she thought about him.
"So Shane-O has taken up residence in New York," Mark said. He knew that he liked the business aspect of the company just as much as he liked being in front of all the people shocking the hell out of them.
"Yeah he and Marissa divorced and she decided she wanted move to the city, so to avoid a big court battle he moved to the city and kept the original custody arrangement, which she messes with all the time," Stephanie said.
Mark could remember the couple of times that he had seen Shane was always the happiest when his little girl was around. "I remember Marissa she was a pain in the butt," Mark said.
The rest of the morning went smoothly. It was like Steph and Mark had lived under the same roof for a long time.
"Thanks for getting Sierra to sleep; she won't go to sleep for me anymore," Mark admitted.
"It's not a problem. Shane told me this morning that Vince was pretty pissed that we found Savannah and he might have been planning something new. He told me he would keep an eye on things and let me know what's going on," Stephanie said quietly. She didn't want to have to tell him that, but right now she couldn't deal with this on her own. She had another life to look out for right now too.
"What really brought you back here?" Mark asked. He wanted the full story not the extremely brief version that he'd heard last night.
"I talked to Paul about a week ago before I went to the doctor to see if he wanted to go with me. He was still pretty upset with all the stuff that my father had told him. He made a real ass out of himself before refusing to have anything to do with 'this child', even if it his, or me among other things. I came back and was miserable for a week and Shane told me not to over analyze anything or I'll talk myself out of it. That's when I called Savannah, and ended up here last night," Stephanie said still condensing everything. She didn't want to relive the horrible moments with Paul in any more than she had to.
Mark wanted to kill the man. He'd hurt Stephanie on the mere allegations of a mad man. He knew how much of an ass Paul could be when he thought he was being played, and didn't wish that on anyone, let alone someone like Stephanie. "Can I kill him now?" Mark asked. Steph smiled remembering Shane ask her the same thing when he got home from work the night it happened.
"I didn't let Shane kill him so why should I let you?" Stephanie asked.
"You think that Shane isn't planning Paul's demise right now?" Mark asked. "That's an act I want in on I better call him about that soon."
"No don't hurt him," Stephanie said. "Watching his son or daughter grow up without knowing him will be punishment enough. I mean the baby will be a McMahon and have to know the family business."
"Good point, I still want to kick his ass though," Mark said.
"Maybe when you get back you'll be able to kick his ass," Stephanie said with a gleam in her eyes.
"How exactly would I be able to do that?" Mark asked knowing she was up to something.
"I could always convince my mom to do the paper work to trade you to Raw when you get back," Stephanie said. "That means all you have to do is intimidate Eric Bischoff into giving you any sort of shot at Paul."
"And your father said that the McMahon genes were wasted on you," Mark said with a smirk.
"Were you totally and completely miserable without me?" Stephanie asked remembering what Savannah had told her repeatedly.
"I wasn't totally and completely miserable," Mark insisted. "I don't know what my daughter's been telling you." Stephanie just glared at him. "Fine it wasn't the same without you here," He admitted.
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