History Does Repeat Itself
Only own Ashley, Sydney, & Family, Mr. McMahon and WWE own any wrestler mentioned! This is the second part of first chapter (in & out of flashbacks), ran out of time earlier. I'm trying to explain everything in this chapter, so if its confusing, once again, I'm sorry!
Happy Birthday Mommy 2:
"Mommy, happy birthday," my five year old daughter Sydney repeated, "You're 21 now! That's old!"
"Thanks honey, twenty one isn't that old," I retorted, as I sliced a piece of cake for the both of us.
"Mommy, open your present, I picked it all by myself, right Aunt Tacy?"
"Yes she did Ashley, she picked out all by herself, no help from me at all," my best friend Stacy Keibler replied.
Stacy and I had been friends since we met at a summer camp, back when I was 10, and she was 11. She moved from West Newbury to Baltimore Maryland when she was 14, but we had managed to keep in touch, even when she joined the WWE. She was the one who introduced me to John. We met when he was 17, and I was 13. We became good friends, and started casually dating. Luckily, I looked a lot older than 13, so no one ever hassled us. Everyone in my family like him, everyone that is, except Randy Orton.
Randy isn't related to me by blood, but his father and my dad met a while back, I think it was in college. Randy was living with us for a few years, while his parents sorted out a few "personal problems." Since he was two years older than me, Randy was like the big brother I never had. He took that role seriously too! Every time John and I would go somewhere, he ran the 20 questions game!
"Mommy, you still haven't opened your presents," whined Sydney.
"Ok sweetie, calm down." I said as I reached for the messily wrapped present. 'Sydney must have wrapped this herself,' I thought to myself. I ripped off the purple wrapping paper, and tore the lid off of the box. When I reached inside, felt something soft, like a shirt. I pulled it out to reveal a "Word Life" John Cena t-shirt.
I quickly put the shirt back in the box, as I felt tears starting to form in my eyes. There was no way she knew, no way. Not unless Stacy had told her, or Randy. No, they wouldn't have done that; they're the ones who told me to put the past behind me.
Sydney asked me, with a sad face, "Mommy, you don't like my present do you. I thought you would, cause you watch that dude on TV all the time."
"No, sweetie, I love it. More than words can explain. It's just too perfect. Now why don't you go upstairs and watch for Uncle Randy. I need to talk to Aunt Stacy for a few minutes."
"Ok mommy, I love you!"
" Love you to sweetheart."
I watched as she headed up the stairs, and then to Stacy.
"Now Ashley, I know what you're thinking. I tried to get her to put it back, but she had a fit, so I gave in. I swear I didn't even point it out to her," Stacy pleaded.
"I can't believe that out of all the shirts in the world, she picked out a John Cena shirt. You don't think she knows, do you?"
"No Ash, she couldn't. We never have talked about him around her."
"Well I guess I should like the shirt. In fact, I should thank the man. I wouldn't have Sydney if it weren't for him. It seems so weird to think that five years ago I got the best and worst birthday present ever, I got pregnant."
"Yea, but Ash you don't regret it though, do you?" Stacy questioned.
"No. If I could go back in time, I wouldn't change getting pregnant, or having Sydney. That was one of the best things that could've ever happened to me, even if it took five years for me to realize it."
"Well I gotta get going Ash, my plane leaves in 3 hours, and you know how hard it is to get through security these days!" said Stacy, "Oh, I forgot, here's your present!" She handed me an envelope and gave me a big hug. "Happy birthday Ashley, I gotta go say good bye to Syd, and I'll see ya later doll face!"
"Bye Stacy, I call ya later tonight. You're in Toronto tomorrow, right?"
"Yea, Raw is in Canada for the next few days! Oh, don't open that till Randy gets home, you may need him here then!" she winked, gave me one last hug and ran upstairs to say good bye to Sydney.
Shortly after Stacy had left, Randy called and said, "I can't make it home, my plane is leaving sooner than I thought. Happy birthday baby girl, you're 21 now, you can "Legally" drink now, not that age ever stopped you before!"
"Thanks Randy, I'll remember that tonight as I'm sitting here in your huge house, with my 5-year-old daughter. Have fun, and go kick some tail! Love ya bunches, bye!"
"I will! Love ya too lil sister! Bye, oh, give Sydney a big hug and kiss for me!" Randy said right before I hung up.
"Ok, will do, bye!" I answered.
"Sydney, come down, I have something for ya!" I said as I yelled up the stairs.
I smiled as I heard her dart downstairs.
"Whadya got for me mommy?" Sydney asked excitedly.
I picked her up and gave her a bear hug and kiss.
"That was from Uncle Randy, he had to leave earlier than planned. Come on, it's Thursday, Smack down's on!" I said as I looked at the clock.
"Otay mommy!" was Syd's reply as she ran to the living room and flipped the TV on.
I came and sat down besides her on the gigantic leather sofa. We sat in silence throughout the first few matches.
"Mommy, do I have a daddy?" Sydney asked me.
"Well of course you have a daddy, he just isn't here. Besides, you have Uncle Randy, he's better than a daddy!" I answered, hoping that her curiosity would end.
"Mommy, why isn't daddy here? What's daddy's name?"
"Sydney, you're daddy isn't here because," I had to pause to think of an answer, "Oh look, John Cena's coming out to the ring." I hoped that he would be enough to distract her.
"Mumma, you didn't answer my question.' Sydney said.
Darn, for a 5-year-old, she was pretty hard to fool.
"Syd, your dad's name is John, and I'm sure he'd be around, If he knew." I finally answered.
"Knew…Yawn…what…Yawn…mommy?"
I looked down at Sydney and saw that she had fallen asleep in mid sentence. God that was close. I'm gonna have to tell her sooner or later. Preferably later, than sooner.
I flicked off the TV, and listened to my daughter softly snore, until I dozed off.
Ashley's Dream
"Ashley, get Sydney, I'm ready," John said as he loaded up the truck.
"Ok John, where are we going?"
"You'll see!"
"Mommy, Daddy, I can't find my blankie."
"Maybe it's in the house, I'll go check."
I ran across the road into the house, and couldn't find the blanket. I then ran back to the car, but instead of finding the car, I found a note.
'Ashley, why couldn't you have just told me? John'As I looked down the road, I saw John and Sydney, driving away from me. I ran after them screaming, "John, I'm sorry I should've told you, please don't leave!"
I stopped running, and saw Johns truck drive off the road, and wrap around a tree. I started screaming, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
End Dream
I woke up off of the couch, with Sydney watching me.
"Mommy you ok, you were crying and talking in your sleep. You scared me."
"I'm sorry Sydney, I had a bad dream. Go back to sleep now. It's ok."
"Nite nite mumma, I love you."
"Love you too sweetie."
I sat there, and watched Sydney sleeping. I then carried her upstairs, and put her in her bed. I flicked off the light, and headed down the hall to my room.
As I laid in bed, I had one thing on my mind, John.