Chapter Nine: The Long Road Home
Edge knocked nervously on the door of his old house and a gruff voice responded, "Coming!" He relaxed and Stacy fidgeted next to him.
"Do you think they'll like me?" she asked nervously, pulling at her knee length skirt.
"They'll love you," Edge replied earnestly, and muttered to himself, "I hope."
The door swung open and an old man beamed at the both of them, hugging Edge.
"Son, come in, come in," he said, gesturing towards the living room and turning towards Stacy, "and this must be your new girlfriend. I've never seen a more beautiful young woman in my life. Except your mother of course."
Stacy smiled at him nervously and thanked him, following both men into the house and sat down on the couch. A small old woman walked into the room and they both got up, each giving her a hug respectfully.
"Well, look who it is. My favorite son! Why didn't you come visit your lonesome parents earlier?"
"Sorry, mom. This is Stacy Keibler. She's my girlfriend."
Edge's mom nodded thoughtfully and sat down with his father across from him.
"You're not living in sin, are you, son?" Edge's father asked.
Stacy flushed and Edge stared at his parents aghast, his face white and embarrassed.
"Dad," he replied through gritted teeth, "I'm way too old for this kind of third degree. This is embarassing."
Edge's father sighed. "Fine, but if you get her knocked up—"
"Dad!" Edge protested as his mother gasped audibly and Stacy's already flushed face turned a deeper shade of red.
"I know, I know, you're being careful."
"Umm, actually," Edge started—
"She's pregnant!" Edge's dad exclaimed as his mother leaned against his father, out of breath, "Look what you did, now your mother's upset."
"Dad," Edge protested, "Stacy's not pregnant."
Edge's father threw his hands up in exasperation. "Then why'd you get your mother and I so upset? You know we have high blood pressure."
"Um, that's the thing. Stacy's not pregnant, but I do have a little girl."
Edge's mother slumped against the couch and Edge's father got up, pacing the room.
"Son, how could you do this? Are you two living separately?"
"Actually, she's living with me."
Edge's father shook his head disapprovingly. "This is against our religion, Edge. You must marry Stacy."
"Dad, Stacy is Kiki's mom, but she's not her biological mom."
Edge's dad looked at him in shock. "No, Edge, you have to marry the biological mother. I'm afraid we can no longer be in contact if you don't. This girl is an illegitimate child."
Edge shook with anger and Stacy put her hand on Edge's arm, trying to calm him.
"Mom, Dad, if you can't accept Kiki and Stacy, you can't accept me."
Edge's mom shook her head and sighed. "I'm sorry, Edge, but I think it's time for you to leave."
Edge glared at the both of them. He got up, pulling Stacy up with him.
"I'll show myself out," he huffed, walking with Stacy across the living room and out the door, slamming it behind him.
Edge's dad shook his head sadly. "I guess I'll call Christian. Edge always was the rebellious one."
(At Jericho's Mansion)
"Man, I love Jericho's parties! They're freaking awesome!" Jeff Hardy yelled over the loud speakers.
"Yeah, I know!" Randy Orton yelled back, winking slyly at a pretty brunette walking by. "Plus, he's always got the best music on."
John Cena walked up to them and shook his head. "Naw, man, it would be some dope music if he put some hip-hop on or somethin'."
"Damn, it looks like everyone's here," Jeff remarked. "Even Vince McMahon!"
Vince walked around the room with his usual swagger, looking for Chris Jericho. "Chris, come over here right now!" he yelled.
Chris Benoit, Chris Jericho, and Christian appeared in front of him.
"You weren't invited," Jericho protested, glaring at Christian.
"Hey, it isn't a party without Captain Charisma."
"Listen, Captain Shit-for-Brains, I—"
"Jericho," Vince interrupted, "I was calling you, not you other two. I've got to talk to you about what happened last RAW."
Jericho nodded and made eye contact with Shawn Michaels across the room. He pointed at Christian and Shawn smiled happily as he made his way across the room towards "Captain Charisma".
Vince led Jericho out towards the balcony and faced him.
"Listen, Jericho, the fans are going to be wondering who that little girl was."
Chris shrugged. "What do you want me to tell them?" he asked poignantly.
"Tell me the truth first."
"She's Edge's kid who I am babysitting for a week so he can tell his parents about her."
"Not that."
"Then what?" Jericho sighed, getting impatient.
"How about that she's your kid?"
"Yeah, right. Edge would kick my ass."
Vince nodded, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
"How about we tell them that you're her uncle?"
Chris shrugged. "Whatever you want. So, you staying at the party?"
Vince nodded and looked around the room. "Where is the little girl anyway?"
"Over at Alex's house."
"Alex?"
"My older sister."
Vince nodded again and held out his hand, shaking Jericho's. Nodding goodbye, he walked towards the doorway, stepping around Shawn Michaels grappling Christian.
He shook his head disapprovingly. "Save that for the ring."
Shawn let go of Christian and gave him a taste of sweet chin music for good measure. Next time Christian decided to crash Chris Jericho's party, he would remember to bring Tyson Tomko along with him.
(Alex's house)
Alex picked up Kiki from her bed, walking to the car. It was two in the morning and she had to drop off the cutie at her little brother's house.
She placed her in the seat and drove to the mansion, it's large lawn littered with beer cans and trash. She knocked on the door quietly.
"The party's over, go home!" a voice yelled from behind the door.
"It's Alex, you idiot. Like I'd ever be caught at one of your lame parties."
"Alex!" Chris yelled happily, swinging the door open. Alex handed Chris the sleeping girl and grinned crazily.
"I'll see you later, munchkin."
Chris rolled his eyes. "I'm taller than you now, you can't call me that!"
"What are you gonna do, tell mom?" Alex teased playfully. "I'll see you next time your in town. Grab a slice of pizza from New York for me next week."
Chris nodded sleepily and waved bye to her, closing the door and walking upstairs with Kiki in his arms. The maid would clean the place tomorrow. Right now, all he wanted to do was sleep.
(The Next RAW—10/4/04)
Edge knocked on Jericho's locker room door and it swung open.
"Hey, Chris. Where's Kiki?" he asked.
"What, no 'How are you, Chris?' No, 'Thanks for taking in Kiki and giving up any hope of having a romantic evening because Kiki barges into my room at all hours of the day without knocking!?!'"
"Uhh, okay," Edge responded, a weirded out expression on his face. "Whatever, man. Where is she?"
"Daddy!" Kiki yelled from behind Chris. "I was hiding," she explained, giggling.
"Wow, Daddy hasn't seen you in forever! I sure have missed you," Edge replied, crouching down so Kiki could jump into his arms.
"So much has happened, Daddy! I met a real live superhero and yesterday, I saw a movie called Shrek. It was funny. I liked the donkey. Shrek was nice too. I met a whole bunch of wrestlers! Wrestlers just like you, but not as tall," she babbled excitedly.
"Um, you guys," Chris interrupted, "I need to change because RAW is starting, so... could you guys get out?"
Edge nodded and set Kiki down. "Yeah, sure. Come on, Kiki."
Kiki skipped along besides Edge while the walked towards his locker room.
"Then, I met this baby boy, Eric, and he was really nice. I also met his big brother, JT, but he was a big jerk. Do you want to go to the park?"
Edge shook his head. "Not today, sweetie. I've got to go talk to Lita. I heard she was going to be here today."
"Where is Stacy?" Kiki asked.
"Stace is visiting her mom her in New York. She's not going to be on RAW today."
"Oh," Kiki responded gloomily.
"Hey, that doesn't mean you won't get to see her! She's gonna come over tonight to our house."
Kiki nodded happily and they both stopped in front of Lita's room. Edge tentaviley knocked on her door.
"Leave me alone! Just go away, okay? I don't want to talk to anyone right now," Lita yelled from inside her room.
"Um, why don't we talk to Lita some other day?" Edge suggested, and walked down the hall, spotting a fiery red head walking towards them.
"Hey, Christy. Congrats on winning."
Christy winked at him, licking her lips, and kept walking past them and Kiki's mouth dropped open.
"Wow, she is so cool," she remarked.
"Kiki, remember when I told you that you can't be a garbage man?" Edge asked, and Kiki nodded.
"Well, I don't want you to be crazy either. So, no, pick a better role model."
Kiki pouted and Edge patted her head.
"Hey, chin up. When I was your age, I wanted to be just like Elvis Presley. It didn't happen."
"Why?"
"I can't sing."
"I can! I'll sing. Girls just wanna have fun! They just-a wanna—"
Edge clamped his hand on Kiki's mouth. "No, sweetie. Believe me when I say that you can't sing."
Kiki pouted. "Fine."
"Where did you hear that song anyway?" Edge asked.
"The diva's locker room," Kiki responded.
"Go figure. Well, I've got to go change. You go stay with Molly, she's the only diva off right now."
"Do I have to?" Kiki whined, "She always pinches my hugs me and pinches my cheeks. I don't think my face can take it!"
"Kiki," Edge replied sternly.
"I know, I know. I'll be daddy's little angel."
"That's right," Edge responded, patting her on the head and showing her to Molly's locker room door.
"Who's a good girl?" Edge asked.
"I am." Kiki replied despondently.
"Aww, come on Kiki. Cheer up. It's not that bad."
Kiki glared at him and Edge snuffed a laugh threatening to escape.
"Look, I'll pick you up as soon as possible. I owe you a brownie sundae."
Kiki brightened and stepped into the locker room. Molly smiled at her and frowned at Edge.
"I'll take care of her."
Edge nodded. Molly might be a jerk, but she wasn't a liar. He could trust her.
"Yeah, I'll see you in a little bit."
Molly smiled brightly and Edge could've sworn he saw her past self there for a minute, long blond hair and everything.
"What are you looking at?" Molly snapped, back to her old self.
"Nothing," Edge stammered, and walked away as she slammed the door. That was definitely weird. His mind must be playing tricks on him.
Time to go watch what was going on in his locker room. It should be an interesting RAW.
A/N: Okay, my fingers no longer want to type, so I guess that's it. Thanks to everyone who reviewed to Chapter 8 and the Author's Note!
I'm thinking about writing a future story taking place when Kiki's older, maybe twenty years old. What do you guys think about that? For it or against it?
Feedback is always greatly appreciated!