A/N: Glad you guys like the story so far! Keep reviewing!

Phoenix-Satori10- You're right—better late than never. Still, I'll try to update on time from now on. :) I love your suggestion about Christian! I'll definitely put that in the story. Because I really hate Christian. Like, really really hate him. Also, I kind of just started watching wrestling again (beginning of summer), so I hadn't seen Christian since he betrayed Edge! It's weird because he went from saying 'dude' to saying 'peeps'. Kind of disturbing.

Tdot- I know what you mean! I've got three little sisters. On the other hand, they're my sisters, and it's a lot easier to say 'no' to them than to, say, my baby cousin. I know it sounds harsh, but that's why it's tough love, right?

huntersgirl- Yeah, I guess Amy would be the perfect mother for Kiki, but I don't want her to get with Edge. I love Matt/Amy, and somehow, sooner or later, they are going to get together! Adam likes Amy, but only as a friend. I'm thinking more along the lines of Edge/Stacy.

The-Punk-Girl-4-Life- Yeah, I really wanted to get Jeff in there. I love Jeff- it sucks that he isn't on the show anymore. I wonder why. I'm bringing Christian into the scene- maybe the next chapter?- and totally making him look bad. Not that it'll be difficult.

Perfect Imperfections- Umm... looks down in shame. Remember when I said no romance? I forgot to tell you how I'm a sucker for romance. Yes, you sensed something! You sensed something MAJOR between Stacy and Edge. Also, I would never leave you hanging! I was just... grouping some ideas together. Or being totally lazy. But the first sounds better. ;)

AngelicPheonix- Don't worry, I'll definitely update for Edge and Stacy! I'm glad I'm not the only one who doesn't like Christian. Yuck, what a dumbass.

sage360- Thanks! I definitely don't want to talk anymore about the biological mother, though. You will see her though, but much much later on in the fic. I'm not going to give out spoilers yet!

Chapter Five: The Mess

(During RAW)

Edge sat on his couch, staring at the screen in disbelief. Eric Bischoff was in the ring with Christian and Chris Jericho. He glared at the screen. Three men in the ring- all men he disliked- talking about his belt. It was so unfair. Seriously, he wanted to burn every seesaw in the US and Canada.

Christian was telling everyone how he wanted it to be a 'no-count-out match'. Why were they related? What a fucking pansy.

And he could say it too. Kiki was at the baby sitter's house. No harm in saying it, right? So he did.

"What a fucking pansy!" he yelled at the screen as Chris Jericho pummeled Christian.

"Shut the hell up!" came a voice from the next room. The walls weren't soundproof, you know.

"Whatever," Edge muttered. He got up to leave—there was a limo in front of the hotel at all times. It also had a TV so he could watch RAW on the way there. That way, he wouldn't miss anything. Hopefully not the RAW diva potentials and a very special RAW diva.

He grabbed his crutches and slowly walked to the door.

If he made it before the show was over, anyway. With these crutches, he moved as fast as an elderly man climbing a flight of stairs.

(After RAW)

Edge smiled shyly in front of Stacy in the hallway in front of him. He had cornered her. No, that was the wrong word. Whatever. The point was that she was alone with him. Now, he could ask her out. He could be smooth, and do this right, or he could be a total dork, and get turned down. His mind was screaming, 'smooth, you're always smooth'. Too bad his mouth opened before his mind gave directions.

"Um, Stacy," he stammered, "So..."

Stacy looked up at him expectantly, laughter in her eyes. She giggled a little. She wasn't laughing at him, she was laughing with him, right?

She snorted trying to hold back her laughter.

Oh, shit. She was laughing at him.

"Do you want to ask me out, Edge?" Stacy asked, smiling sweetly but still shaking with silent giggles.

"Umm... yes?" God, that came out like a question. She must think he was a freak.

"I'd love to go out with you. How about Friday at 8:00? I know this fabulous place in..."

Stacy kept talking about some restaurant, but Edge was too busy staring at her in shock to hear what she was saying. He got a date with Stacy Keibler! Sweet! Who knew what was going to happen now? By the time he came out of his shock, she was gone and the arena was empty.

Everything was going perfectly! In his personal life, anyway. A best friend—Lita—a loving daughter—Kiki—a hot date—Stac—wait a minute.

Kiki. How was he going to go out with Stacy when Kiki's babysitter was going away to the Bahamas tomorrow for two weeks?!

(5 Minutes Later)

"Please, Lita, you don't know what this means to me. I'm begging you!"

"No, Edge, I told you how this is the only day I can see Matt. The only day."

Edge was on his knees in front of Lita, who looked down at him with a small frown. Edge grabbed his crutches and pulled himself up. He really shouldn't have gotten on the floor like that. It hurt. A lot.

"How about Jeff?" Edge asked hopefully, but looked crushed when Lita shook his head.

"Jeff says he doesn't want to see Kiki for a long long time. No offense."

"None taken," Edge replied in a depressed monotone voice, "I've never seen Kiki scream so loudly before. Her voice was very shrill."

Lita nodded and Edge turned around, head down in depression. Lita tilted her head sideways, debating silently before clearing her throat. Edge turned around looked at her expectantly.

"You know, Edge, I know a guy who's great with kids," she gushed, "he's from a huge family who he misses like crazy. I know he'd love to take care of Kiki."

Edge grinned. "That's great! What's his name?"

"That's not important, I can totally vouch for him," Lita replied, pushing Edge towards the door, "start getting ready!"

Edge nodded and Lita slammed the door in his face. Smooth, he thought to himself, I gotta be smooth. Smooth like butter. Smooth like a baby's bottom. Wait—that's soft as a baby's bottom. Whatever. Saturday night, he was going to be the perfect man.

(Saturday Night)

"Huh." Edge said, awed by Stacy's beauty. She hadn't shut up the entire time, but he was still mystified by her beauty. At least she was saying something intelligent- all he had managed to get out so far was a 'huh', 'wow', 'that's nice', and 'you look... nice.'

She didn't look nice. She looked hot.

Absentmindedly, he wondered what Kiki was doing. Lita had picked her up at noon to give him time to prep himself. Who was the mysterious babysitter, anyway? It didn't matter, he trusted Lita to make the right decision.

Edge grinned at Stacy and she smiled back. Her smile suddenly turned to a frown and Edge wondered if he had spinach in his teeth or something.

"Stacy," a deep voice said from behind him, and Edge didn't have to turn around to see who it was.

Just what he needed. Test.

(Back at Chris Jericho's House. Erm, mansion.)

Chris Jericho jumped on his bed with a giggling squealing Kiki. He must've misjudged Edge. He had always though Edge held grudges, but obviously, he was a forgiving person. Chris grabbed Kiki and tickled her, both of them laughing. He jumped off his bed and dropped her on it, letting her bounce a couple of times. His eyes brightened.

"I just got a new game!" he cried out, his eyes glowing, "It's called 'Showdown: Legends of Wrestling' on Playstation 2! I call Andre the Giant!"

He ran downstairs and Kiki ran after him, giggling all the way. They sat down in front of the huge screen and played for what seemed like hours, but was in fact, fifteen minutes. Kiki's stomach growled. Chris threw down the controller and shut the game off and Kiki protested. She was winning!

"You're hungry, I'm hungry, let's eat!" Chris explained, getting up to pull out a carton of ice cream and many toppings from the fridge. He picked up the phone and ordered some pizza and pulled out two ice cold cokes for the both of them.

"Time for a healthy dinner."

Kiki grinned. "Daddy never lets me eat this much junk food. He said I'll get fat and my teeth will fall out and I'll attack my heart."

Chris grinned. "Yeah? That's why you've got uncles. From now on, call me Uncle Jericho."

"Why can't I just call you Uncle Chris?"

"Because there are a lot of guys named Chris here. Only one named Jericho."

"Oh. Who are they?"

"Well, there's Chris Jericho—me. There's Chris Benoit. He's an okay guy. I think you would find him a little 'scary' though. Oh, and there's Christian. He's your real biological uncle."

"How come I've never met him?"

"Who, Benoit?"

Kiki shrugged, "No, Christian. I've only met Lita, Matt, Molly, and you! Oh, and Jeff!"

"Oh, so you've met Jeff?" Chris asked, trying to distract her from her original question.

"Yeah, he's the coolest!"

Thankfully, she was three, so it worked.

(Back with Edge and Stacy at the hospital)

Edge sat on a bed in a hospital gown and Stacy burst in the door. She hugged him and fingered his black eye, and for the first time, she was at a loss of words. Edge grinned and winced as she sat down on the bed and he shifted the wrong way. Edge had decided back at the restaurant that he was going to kick Test's ass—he had just forgotten about his injury, so when he had gotten up fast and spun around to face him, he reinjured something. Thank God the doctor hadn't told him he'd need more recovery time. He would be fine in a month.

Stacy smiled softly. "Thanks for standing up for me. Most guys wouldn't do that, especially not on a first date."

"You must not know very nice guys," Edge responded, his eyelids drooping sleepily. "I'm not going to be able to get Kiki from Lita's house—"

"Kiki'll be fine," Stacy reassured him, and got up giving him a peck on the forehead. "You go to sleep, I'll take care of everything," she told him sternly, and he smiled and closed his eyes, ready to go to sleep.

Stacy called Lita and was reassured by her that everything would be taken care of.

(Back at Chris' mansion)

Chris' expression fell when the phone rang and he looked at his caller i.d. Lita was calling already! Kiki was still stuffing her face and Chris looked at her sadly. He had always wanted a kid just like Kiki. He picked up the phone, bracing himself for the inevitable "I'm coming in fifteen minutes", but it never came. Instead, it was,

"Can Kiki stay at your house over night?"

The angels must've been looking down. Halle-freakin-lujah.

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