DISCLAIMER: This is my story. MYY STORY! All my idea. However that whole
ownership thing got out of hand so I own Maggie, Grayson, Anna and any
other characters that are not affiliated with the WWE.
AN: Thank you for shopping Target our spe- oh sorry. I was in another nightmare. LMAO annywhooo.. Thanks to my faithful reviewers. You guys really make it fun to write, and its wonderful to know you are being appreciated!! So I think you and cookies to all of you!
NoInkInMyPen: Thanks for being there! And I've enjoyed your latest updates, I can't remember if I reviewed or not.
LESNERCHICK: When are we going to see stories from you? :) juuuuust poking ya a little bit teehee.
AND ENJOY! ~Audacious
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A high-pitched ringing noise brought me out of a deep sleep, "sumofbitch" I muttered not quite sure what was going on. I followed the glow to my alarm clock and threw it under the bed as it made its last offending sqwak. "Take that ya lil bastard."
"What it ever do to you?" Brock muttered, his face smashed against a pillow. He pulled up enough to peek at me with a half open eye, "Is that why yer always buyin' clocks?"
"It keeps wakin me up that's what it does, and yeah there's a small alarm clock graveyard under the bed."
His answer to that was to throw his large ham hock of an arm on me pulling me close. I didn't argue as I snuggled in tighter against him, drifting to sleep again.
5 minutes later the obscene sounds of "La Cucaracha" filled the bedroom. I threw the comforter off me and looked around dazed, "What the hell is that?" could it be the ghosts of alarm clocks passed?
"Wha?" Brock peered up at me wearily. He hadn't gotten much sleep and was jet lagged to boot. "Oh that's my phone."
I scrambled out of bed, dragging the sheet with me, covering my naked body; Brock pulled the corner trying to tug it off. I pulled it back and gave him a dirty look. He lay back down with an innocent look on his face and winked.
"Why does your phone play La Cucaracha? And where the hell is it?"
"In my pants," he threw an arm up and pointed in a general direction, "And Eddie was goofin around with it. He also turned the alarm on to ring at 3, but you slept through that." He threw the comforter over his head again, blocking out the morning light that was starting to filter into the room.
"And I'm glad I did otherwise I would have been forced to put out Latino Heat." Brock's muffled laugh came from underneath as I found the phone in his pocket
"Hello?"
"Maggie? What are you doing with Brocks phone?"
My eyes grew big, "Oh hi! Brocks visiting me that's all." Hearing his name he popped up from under the comforter, and looked at me expectantly.
"Well why is he visiting? Shouldn't you be traveling together?"
I made a face knowing she might not like my answer, "Well actually, we are um, at my house in Minnesota."
Silence. "Well what are you doing there?" Luckily there wasn't any anger in her voice, just puzzlement, and a little amusement.
"I'm sorting out some legal problems with Grayson's adoption, and Brock just showed up last night to surprise me. Do you ahh wanna talk to him? I'll go get him."
Brock looked at me skeptical and mouthed, "Who is it?" and then made a face at me
"Yes I'd like to talk to him dear. Thank you."
"No problem Stephanie." Brock's eyes grew wide when I said her name. I climbed back into bed and handed the phone over to him, "It's for you.. It's your mother."
"aw shit I didn't call her last night." Brock took the phone from me. "Hey Ma"
I stuck my tongue out at him and rolled back over, pulling the comforter with me. Just as I was getting warm, the phone rang again. Not La Cucaracha this time, but an annoying ring just the same. I groaned loudly, "I just can't win."
Brock was still on the phone with his mom, and his only response was to shove me and pull the comforter away. I gave him a dirty look and grabbed the phone. "Wha?"
"Good Morning Sunshine." Came Sarah's brisk, but warm, greeting.
I grinned sleepily, "Hey yerself, I haven't had a cup of coffee yet, so forgive me if I'm out of it."
"Don't make any. I'm on my way over and I'm bringing my own."
I laughed, "Sounds good. So we are in court today with the ass and his ass lawyer at 11?"
"No they changed it again the dinks. The prosecutor, whose named Johnny Catonni not "his ass lawyer" and I'll thank you not to call him that to his face, is pushing more motions faster than a fat kid could eat a cupcake, and his latest one is asking for a continuance."
"Fucker." Brock raised both eyebrows looking at me and then shook his finger at me.
"I've heard you use worse big boy,"
"What was that?" Sarah asked.
"Sorry just talking to Brock. So if we aren't going to court, then why are you coming? Not that I don't want to see you or anything" I said laughing
Sarah laughed, "Well I was wondering if you two weren't too busy humping like bunnies, you would like to go visit Grayson." "ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?" I jumped up on the bed still holding the sheet and did a happy dance, I was so happy I decided to let the 'humping like bunnies' comment slide "Yes we do!"
"I'll be there in an hour ok?" And then she hung up.
I ran around the room, trying to find clothes to wear. Brock got off the bed, hanging up with him mom and threw his phone on the bed,
"What's up baby?"
I tripped over the sheet and landed against him, he laughed as he caught me. I threw my arms around his neck, planting a kiss on his lips, "We get to go see Grayson!"
Brock started laughing and spun me around, my legs flying out behind me, "That's great, when do we leave?"
"An hour."
He raised an eyebrow, "So do you need another shower?" he said, he pulled my legs up, straddling him and started to move towards the bathroom. I suddenly became very aware of the state of our clothing, or lack there of. I was pretty much in my birthday suit plus a sheet; Brock luckily had a pair of boxers on.
"Settle down tiger." I said laughing hitting his chest, "Put me down!"
"Not gonna." He gripped me tighter against him "C'mon" I tried to wiggle away, but it wasn't happening
I stopped wiggling as soon as he said with a grin, "I wouldn't recommend that if I were you."
"Oh not fair!" I cried trying now to tickle him
He turned on the faucet, "Yup I think I'm in need of a niiiiiiiice, ice cold shower"
"BROCK EDWARD LESNAR! Don't you dare!"
As it turns out he did dare, and he climbed in, letting the cold water hit his back. The spray on my legs was enough to take my breath away.
"I just hope you know how much you suck." I said, my teeth chattering. "Oh I have a rough idea."
"Just cuz you're used to ice baths, and you have more anti freeze then blood doesn't mean you ca-" I was cut short as his only response was to turn and dip me into the freezing water, drenching my hair. I sputtered and called him a few choice names.
"What? What that? I couldn't hear you, your teeth were chattering to loudly." He paused smiling slightly, and then kissed me gently, "You know, you look good with blue lips."
I growled at him as he put me down and turned off the water. The sheet was soaked so I just left it in the tub as I climbed out looking for a dry towel. Hopefully I'd remember to put it in the dryer later.
"What's a girl gotta do to get a towel around here?" I chattered "Say the magic words," he said putting a towel around my shoulders and rubbing. "I think this is the most awake I have ever seen you at this time in the morning."
I gave him a dirty look, "Its amazing how arctic temperatures can just wake a girl right up."
He laughed planting a kiss on my nose, and left to go get dressed.
"He's gonna get coal in his stocking," I grumbled and then grinned happily into the mirror. "I get to go see Grayson," I sang to myself dancing happily out of the bathroom and pausing only long enough to hit Brock in the butt with my towel with a nice loud, and dare I say satisfying, snap.
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"So How ya doin' back there?" I asked looking behind me, "Your kneecaps tasting pretty good?"
Brock growled as Sarah and I laughed. Brock was in the backseat of Sarah's Civic, and the big boy wasn't exactly space friendly.
"When will people buy normal cars?" He asked ducking his head to clear the ceiling, "Like a semi or something. Just promise you won't stop to fast, I'd like to have children some day."
He cursed as Sarah swerved around a slower moving car, we both laughed again.
"Hey girl, I just want to warn you about something." Sarah said almost hesitantly, but that wasn't her so it came off weird.
"What's that?"
"It's about the fairness of visitation and it has to be equal to all parties concerned."
I looked at her confused, but Brock caught on and squeezed my shoulder. "She means if you get time with Grayson, Jimmy gets time with Grayson."
I hit the dashboard, "I don't want that bastard anywhere near him, you got that!" I didn't even have to yell; the anger in my voice filled the car. "We don't even know for sure if Gray is Jimmy's kid! Why should he even get time?!"
"Oh that's the other thing." Sarah said biting her lip, "The parental test came back positive with a 99.7% accuracy." She reached behind her seat and rifled around in her briefcase, and pulled out a folder, "Here a copy of the report, it got faxed to me this morning right before I left to get you. Sorry I couldn't give you more of a warning."
I looked at it, "What is this supposed to tell me? I'm a freaking travel agent, I don't do genetics."
Sarah sighed, "It says there is a point-3% chance that the report is wrong and Gray and Jimmy aren't related." She noted my hopeful look, "Don't even hope for that argument, it won't fly in court."
I sat back in my seat, feeling let down and discouraged. "Sun of a bitch."
"Oh yeah that reminds me of another thing." Sarah said glancing over at me.
"Oh God what? What's another thing? Grayson is actually living in a van down by the river? Or is Jimmy an alien?" I was feeling like was at the end, I didn't have enough caffeine in my system to deal with this. No, change that there wasn't enough caffeine in the world to deal with this.
"No you doof. I'm gonna tell you what my Granny told me 'back in the day'"
"Oh yeah what's that?"
"Quite yer Gawd Damn swearin' it sounds like Hell."
I squawked, "I don't swear that much," I looked back at Brock, "Do I?"
He squirmed, "Well baby there are times that you could make a sailor blush."
I grinned, "Yeah I can, can't I? I find it to be one of my more endearing qualities."
"Not on the stand you don't!" Sarah explained, "I don't care how riled you get, if you need to sit there cross-eyed and droolin' not to swear then do it. We'll work out a signal for when you want to and then I'll call a recess. The last thing we need is for you to appear unbalanced and unfit to be a role model and mother. You got that?"
She took my silence as an affirmative answer. Brock reached forward and gently laid his hand on my shoulder, leaving it there for the rest for the silent ride.
AN: Thank you for shopping Target our spe- oh sorry. I was in another nightmare. LMAO annywhooo.. Thanks to my faithful reviewers. You guys really make it fun to write, and its wonderful to know you are being appreciated!! So I think you and cookies to all of you!
NoInkInMyPen: Thanks for being there! And I've enjoyed your latest updates, I can't remember if I reviewed or not.
LESNERCHICK: When are we going to see stories from you? :) juuuuust poking ya a little bit teehee.
AND ENJOY! ~Audacious
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A high-pitched ringing noise brought me out of a deep sleep, "sumofbitch" I muttered not quite sure what was going on. I followed the glow to my alarm clock and threw it under the bed as it made its last offending sqwak. "Take that ya lil bastard."
"What it ever do to you?" Brock muttered, his face smashed against a pillow. He pulled up enough to peek at me with a half open eye, "Is that why yer always buyin' clocks?"
"It keeps wakin me up that's what it does, and yeah there's a small alarm clock graveyard under the bed."
His answer to that was to throw his large ham hock of an arm on me pulling me close. I didn't argue as I snuggled in tighter against him, drifting to sleep again.
5 minutes later the obscene sounds of "La Cucaracha" filled the bedroom. I threw the comforter off me and looked around dazed, "What the hell is that?" could it be the ghosts of alarm clocks passed?
"Wha?" Brock peered up at me wearily. He hadn't gotten much sleep and was jet lagged to boot. "Oh that's my phone."
I scrambled out of bed, dragging the sheet with me, covering my naked body; Brock pulled the corner trying to tug it off. I pulled it back and gave him a dirty look. He lay back down with an innocent look on his face and winked.
"Why does your phone play La Cucaracha? And where the hell is it?"
"In my pants," he threw an arm up and pointed in a general direction, "And Eddie was goofin around with it. He also turned the alarm on to ring at 3, but you slept through that." He threw the comforter over his head again, blocking out the morning light that was starting to filter into the room.
"And I'm glad I did otherwise I would have been forced to put out Latino Heat." Brock's muffled laugh came from underneath as I found the phone in his pocket
"Hello?"
"Maggie? What are you doing with Brocks phone?"
My eyes grew big, "Oh hi! Brocks visiting me that's all." Hearing his name he popped up from under the comforter, and looked at me expectantly.
"Well why is he visiting? Shouldn't you be traveling together?"
I made a face knowing she might not like my answer, "Well actually, we are um, at my house in Minnesota."
Silence. "Well what are you doing there?" Luckily there wasn't any anger in her voice, just puzzlement, and a little amusement.
"I'm sorting out some legal problems with Grayson's adoption, and Brock just showed up last night to surprise me. Do you ahh wanna talk to him? I'll go get him."
Brock looked at me skeptical and mouthed, "Who is it?" and then made a face at me
"Yes I'd like to talk to him dear. Thank you."
"No problem Stephanie." Brock's eyes grew wide when I said her name. I climbed back into bed and handed the phone over to him, "It's for you.. It's your mother."
"aw shit I didn't call her last night." Brock took the phone from me. "Hey Ma"
I stuck my tongue out at him and rolled back over, pulling the comforter with me. Just as I was getting warm, the phone rang again. Not La Cucaracha this time, but an annoying ring just the same. I groaned loudly, "I just can't win."
Brock was still on the phone with his mom, and his only response was to shove me and pull the comforter away. I gave him a dirty look and grabbed the phone. "Wha?"
"Good Morning Sunshine." Came Sarah's brisk, but warm, greeting.
I grinned sleepily, "Hey yerself, I haven't had a cup of coffee yet, so forgive me if I'm out of it."
"Don't make any. I'm on my way over and I'm bringing my own."
I laughed, "Sounds good. So we are in court today with the ass and his ass lawyer at 11?"
"No they changed it again the dinks. The prosecutor, whose named Johnny Catonni not "his ass lawyer" and I'll thank you not to call him that to his face, is pushing more motions faster than a fat kid could eat a cupcake, and his latest one is asking for a continuance."
"Fucker." Brock raised both eyebrows looking at me and then shook his finger at me.
"I've heard you use worse big boy,"
"What was that?" Sarah asked.
"Sorry just talking to Brock. So if we aren't going to court, then why are you coming? Not that I don't want to see you or anything" I said laughing
Sarah laughed, "Well I was wondering if you two weren't too busy humping like bunnies, you would like to go visit Grayson." "ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?" I jumped up on the bed still holding the sheet and did a happy dance, I was so happy I decided to let the 'humping like bunnies' comment slide "Yes we do!"
"I'll be there in an hour ok?" And then she hung up.
I ran around the room, trying to find clothes to wear. Brock got off the bed, hanging up with him mom and threw his phone on the bed,
"What's up baby?"
I tripped over the sheet and landed against him, he laughed as he caught me. I threw my arms around his neck, planting a kiss on his lips, "We get to go see Grayson!"
Brock started laughing and spun me around, my legs flying out behind me, "That's great, when do we leave?"
"An hour."
He raised an eyebrow, "So do you need another shower?" he said, he pulled my legs up, straddling him and started to move towards the bathroom. I suddenly became very aware of the state of our clothing, or lack there of. I was pretty much in my birthday suit plus a sheet; Brock luckily had a pair of boxers on.
"Settle down tiger." I said laughing hitting his chest, "Put me down!"
"Not gonna." He gripped me tighter against him "C'mon" I tried to wiggle away, but it wasn't happening
I stopped wiggling as soon as he said with a grin, "I wouldn't recommend that if I were you."
"Oh not fair!" I cried trying now to tickle him
He turned on the faucet, "Yup I think I'm in need of a niiiiiiiice, ice cold shower"
"BROCK EDWARD LESNAR! Don't you dare!"
As it turns out he did dare, and he climbed in, letting the cold water hit his back. The spray on my legs was enough to take my breath away.
"I just hope you know how much you suck." I said, my teeth chattering. "Oh I have a rough idea."
"Just cuz you're used to ice baths, and you have more anti freeze then blood doesn't mean you ca-" I was cut short as his only response was to turn and dip me into the freezing water, drenching my hair. I sputtered and called him a few choice names.
"What? What that? I couldn't hear you, your teeth were chattering to loudly." He paused smiling slightly, and then kissed me gently, "You know, you look good with blue lips."
I growled at him as he put me down and turned off the water. The sheet was soaked so I just left it in the tub as I climbed out looking for a dry towel. Hopefully I'd remember to put it in the dryer later.
"What's a girl gotta do to get a towel around here?" I chattered "Say the magic words," he said putting a towel around my shoulders and rubbing. "I think this is the most awake I have ever seen you at this time in the morning."
I gave him a dirty look, "Its amazing how arctic temperatures can just wake a girl right up."
He laughed planting a kiss on my nose, and left to go get dressed.
"He's gonna get coal in his stocking," I grumbled and then grinned happily into the mirror. "I get to go see Grayson," I sang to myself dancing happily out of the bathroom and pausing only long enough to hit Brock in the butt with my towel with a nice loud, and dare I say satisfying, snap.
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"So How ya doin' back there?" I asked looking behind me, "Your kneecaps tasting pretty good?"
Brock growled as Sarah and I laughed. Brock was in the backseat of Sarah's Civic, and the big boy wasn't exactly space friendly.
"When will people buy normal cars?" He asked ducking his head to clear the ceiling, "Like a semi or something. Just promise you won't stop to fast, I'd like to have children some day."
He cursed as Sarah swerved around a slower moving car, we both laughed again.
"Hey girl, I just want to warn you about something." Sarah said almost hesitantly, but that wasn't her so it came off weird.
"What's that?"
"It's about the fairness of visitation and it has to be equal to all parties concerned."
I looked at her confused, but Brock caught on and squeezed my shoulder. "She means if you get time with Grayson, Jimmy gets time with Grayson."
I hit the dashboard, "I don't want that bastard anywhere near him, you got that!" I didn't even have to yell; the anger in my voice filled the car. "We don't even know for sure if Gray is Jimmy's kid! Why should he even get time?!"
"Oh that's the other thing." Sarah said biting her lip, "The parental test came back positive with a 99.7% accuracy." She reached behind her seat and rifled around in her briefcase, and pulled out a folder, "Here a copy of the report, it got faxed to me this morning right before I left to get you. Sorry I couldn't give you more of a warning."
I looked at it, "What is this supposed to tell me? I'm a freaking travel agent, I don't do genetics."
Sarah sighed, "It says there is a point-3% chance that the report is wrong and Gray and Jimmy aren't related." She noted my hopeful look, "Don't even hope for that argument, it won't fly in court."
I sat back in my seat, feeling let down and discouraged. "Sun of a bitch."
"Oh yeah that reminds me of another thing." Sarah said glancing over at me.
"Oh God what? What's another thing? Grayson is actually living in a van down by the river? Or is Jimmy an alien?" I was feeling like was at the end, I didn't have enough caffeine in my system to deal with this. No, change that there wasn't enough caffeine in the world to deal with this.
"No you doof. I'm gonna tell you what my Granny told me 'back in the day'"
"Oh yeah what's that?"
"Quite yer Gawd Damn swearin' it sounds like Hell."
I squawked, "I don't swear that much," I looked back at Brock, "Do I?"
He squirmed, "Well baby there are times that you could make a sailor blush."
I grinned, "Yeah I can, can't I? I find it to be one of my more endearing qualities."
"Not on the stand you don't!" Sarah explained, "I don't care how riled you get, if you need to sit there cross-eyed and droolin' not to swear then do it. We'll work out a signal for when you want to and then I'll call a recess. The last thing we need is for you to appear unbalanced and unfit to be a role model and mother. You got that?"
She took my silence as an affirmative answer. Brock reached forward and gently laid his hand on my shoulder, leaving it there for the rest for the silent ride.