A/N: Yes, I know, I'm horrible at updating, sorry.
Samantha.
"You came." Hunter went to great extremes to hide the surprise in his voice.
"I came for my son." She answered him, still standing tall, her face emotionless.
"You were incredibly stupid to come." Ric told her.
"I'll do whatever it takes to protect my son, and right now, if I had to sell my soul to the devil himself, I would do it. Just to keep him safe."
"A mother's love." Batista said quietly.
"You have no idea how deep my love for my son goes." Lita told them. "Now give him back to me, before I kill all of you."
"We didn't invite you to come here to give him back." Hunter told her, ignoring her threat.
"If you didn't invite me here so that I can take my son home, then why did you ask me here?"
"Because we wanted you here." Ric told her.
Hunter grabbed hold of her arm. "Let's go."
Despite her revulsion at being anywhere near him, Lita forced herself not to fight, not to cry out, not even when someone covered her eyes with a blindfold.
In the foyer of a hotel the blindfold was ripped from Lita's eyes, making her wince in the bright light.
She said nothing, but allowed them to lead her towards the elevators, selecting the 'penthouse' button.
Almost as though he'd been listening for the elevator, Randy opened the door for them to enter, Hunter first, dragging Lita behind him, then Ric and Batista.
The room was furnished in a similar way to the room that Evolution had made her prison. She glanced around quickly, cataloguing anything that could be used for a weapon, and anywhere to hide. Then on the bed she spotted a very familiar blue baby blanket.
"Zane!" Lita moved over to the bed and picked her son up, cradling him close to her chest, brushing one hand over his face, hair, and upper body desperate to make sure that he was okay.
"He's fine." Ric told her.
"Our definitions of fine are light years apart." She snapped at him, her anger evident in her voice.
"Zane?" Hunter asked.
"It's his name."
"Not what I would have picked." He told her. "But I suppose it's okay."
"You aren't in any position to be telling me what you would have picked. I can't believe your egos are so large you actually thought I'd name him after one of you." Before any of them could speak, Lita continued. "I gave my son his own first name, then the names of three people I love the most, who love me back, and have supported me in ways I can't even begin to describe."
"So he has three middle names?" Randy asked.
As he spoke, Zane began to cry. "Two." Lita told him as she began to pace the length of the windows, bouncing Zane slightly as she moved. "Anthony and Nero."
"Zane Anthony Nero?" Batista asked her.
"Anthony after my father and Rey, who are Antoine Charles and Rey Antonio. Nero after Jeff who is Jeffery Nero Hardy." She continued to rock Zane, but he refused to settle.
"He's probably hungry." Ric offered.
"I'll get him a bottle or something." Randy offered.
Lita moved away from them, still holding Zane close, ever wary of the four men. "He doesn't need it." She told them.
"You aren't going to feed him when he's hungry?" Ric asked.
"I am the bottle." Lita said softly.
"Oh," Hunter looked a little taken aback at her words. "You're breast feeding."
Lita was silent for a moment, unsure of what she should do.
"None of us will be offended if you breast feed." Ric told her, not looking the slightest bit concerned.
Self-consciously Lita sat down on one of the armchairs, and reached up inside her top to unclasp one side of her nursing bra, doing her best not to look at the four men whom she knew were staring at her.
Finally, once Zane began to feed Lita looked up at them again. "What do you want from me?"
"We want to have a DNA test done." Hunter told her bluntly. "We want to know who the baby belongs to."
"His name is Zane." Lita told him, glaring at him. "And he is my son, no one else's."
"That's the kind of attitude that will get you into trouble." Ric warned her.
"Do I really look like I care about being in trouble?" She challenged him. "I'm stuck in a hotel God knows where, no one else knows where I am, I'm being held captive again, by four men who have raped me, and put a child in belly, and I intend on protecting my son to the last."
"Settle down." Hunter told her. "Just behave yourself."
"I'll behave myself if you all keep your hands where I can see them, and don't touch me, or Zane." Gently she touched the baby's cheek with the tips of her fingers. "When you took him, you took his bag as well." Lita said suddenly. "There's a nursing blanket in one of the end pockets."
Batista opened the bag and rifled through it. "Is this it?" He held up a light blue rug.
"No, it's white, made of terry towel." She answered, taking the white blanket from him once he'd found it. Carefully, trying not to move Zane too much, Lita arranged it over her shoulder, pulling some part of it down underneath Zane's jaw to stop him dribbling all over her.
"He looks cute there like that." Hunter observed, moving closer to look down at the feeding baby. "How long does he take to feed?"
"It depends." She answered curtly, despite his close proximity. Zane began to fuss, confused by the unfamiliar presence while he was feeding, which made Lita nervous. In seconds he was screaming. Still jittery, Lita hooked her bra up, and got to her feet, walking Zane up and down the room, cooing to him gently. When he didn't calm down Lita began to sing to him in Spanish, her voice soft and reassuring.
"Duerme, nino chiquito
Dueme, mi alma
Duermete lucerito
De la manana."
"I would never have picked you for a singer." Batista observed.
"I would never have picked any of you for rapists or kidnappers." She shot back.
"He was trying to pay you a compliment." Hunter told her.
"I gave him a refund. I don't want your compliments, your congratulations, your company, any of it."
Samantha.
"You came." Hunter went to great extremes to hide the surprise in his voice.
"I came for my son." She answered him, still standing tall, her face emotionless.
"You were incredibly stupid to come." Ric told her.
"I'll do whatever it takes to protect my son, and right now, if I had to sell my soul to the devil himself, I would do it. Just to keep him safe."
"A mother's love." Batista said quietly.
"You have no idea how deep my love for my son goes." Lita told them. "Now give him back to me, before I kill all of you."
"We didn't invite you to come here to give him back." Hunter told her, ignoring her threat.
"If you didn't invite me here so that I can take my son home, then why did you ask me here?"
"Because we wanted you here." Ric told her.
Hunter grabbed hold of her arm. "Let's go."
Despite her revulsion at being anywhere near him, Lita forced herself not to fight, not to cry out, not even when someone covered her eyes with a blindfold.
In the foyer of a hotel the blindfold was ripped from Lita's eyes, making her wince in the bright light.
She said nothing, but allowed them to lead her towards the elevators, selecting the 'penthouse' button.
Almost as though he'd been listening for the elevator, Randy opened the door for them to enter, Hunter first, dragging Lita behind him, then Ric and Batista.
The room was furnished in a similar way to the room that Evolution had made her prison. She glanced around quickly, cataloguing anything that could be used for a weapon, and anywhere to hide. Then on the bed she spotted a very familiar blue baby blanket.
"Zane!" Lita moved over to the bed and picked her son up, cradling him close to her chest, brushing one hand over his face, hair, and upper body desperate to make sure that he was okay.
"He's fine." Ric told her.
"Our definitions of fine are light years apart." She snapped at him, her anger evident in her voice.
"Zane?" Hunter asked.
"It's his name."
"Not what I would have picked." He told her. "But I suppose it's okay."
"You aren't in any position to be telling me what you would have picked. I can't believe your egos are so large you actually thought I'd name him after one of you." Before any of them could speak, Lita continued. "I gave my son his own first name, then the names of three people I love the most, who love me back, and have supported me in ways I can't even begin to describe."
"So he has three middle names?" Randy asked.
As he spoke, Zane began to cry. "Two." Lita told him as she began to pace the length of the windows, bouncing Zane slightly as she moved. "Anthony and Nero."
"Zane Anthony Nero?" Batista asked her.
"Anthony after my father and Rey, who are Antoine Charles and Rey Antonio. Nero after Jeff who is Jeffery Nero Hardy." She continued to rock Zane, but he refused to settle.
"He's probably hungry." Ric offered.
"I'll get him a bottle or something." Randy offered.
Lita moved away from them, still holding Zane close, ever wary of the four men. "He doesn't need it." She told them.
"You aren't going to feed him when he's hungry?" Ric asked.
"I am the bottle." Lita said softly.
"Oh," Hunter looked a little taken aback at her words. "You're breast feeding."
Lita was silent for a moment, unsure of what she should do.
"None of us will be offended if you breast feed." Ric told her, not looking the slightest bit concerned.
Self-consciously Lita sat down on one of the armchairs, and reached up inside her top to unclasp one side of her nursing bra, doing her best not to look at the four men whom she knew were staring at her.
Finally, once Zane began to feed Lita looked up at them again. "What do you want from me?"
"We want to have a DNA test done." Hunter told her bluntly. "We want to know who the baby belongs to."
"His name is Zane." Lita told him, glaring at him. "And he is my son, no one else's."
"That's the kind of attitude that will get you into trouble." Ric warned her.
"Do I really look like I care about being in trouble?" She challenged him. "I'm stuck in a hotel God knows where, no one else knows where I am, I'm being held captive again, by four men who have raped me, and put a child in belly, and I intend on protecting my son to the last."
"Settle down." Hunter told her. "Just behave yourself."
"I'll behave myself if you all keep your hands where I can see them, and don't touch me, or Zane." Gently she touched the baby's cheek with the tips of her fingers. "When you took him, you took his bag as well." Lita said suddenly. "There's a nursing blanket in one of the end pockets."
Batista opened the bag and rifled through it. "Is this it?" He held up a light blue rug.
"No, it's white, made of terry towel." She answered, taking the white blanket from him once he'd found it. Carefully, trying not to move Zane too much, Lita arranged it over her shoulder, pulling some part of it down underneath Zane's jaw to stop him dribbling all over her.
"He looks cute there like that." Hunter observed, moving closer to look down at the feeding baby. "How long does he take to feed?"
"It depends." She answered curtly, despite his close proximity. Zane began to fuss, confused by the unfamiliar presence while he was feeding, which made Lita nervous. In seconds he was screaming. Still jittery, Lita hooked her bra up, and got to her feet, walking Zane up and down the room, cooing to him gently. When he didn't calm down Lita began to sing to him in Spanish, her voice soft and reassuring.
"Duerme, nino chiquito
Dueme, mi alma
Duermete lucerito
De la manana."
"I would never have picked you for a singer." Batista observed.
"I would never have picked any of you for rapists or kidnappers." She shot back.
"He was trying to pay you a compliment." Hunter told her.
"I gave him a refund. I don't want your compliments, your congratulations, your company, any of it."