We landed in Boston to the smiling faces of Matt and Christy. Matt was standing there, looking bored, while Christy was actually looking for us.

"CHRISTY!" I screamed, handing, well, throwing, my bag to Shelton and running to her.

"ARI!" She shrieked in response. We ran to each other and hugged.

"How was your trip?"

"Long girl, really long. I slept the whole way though." I said, taking my bag back from Shelton, who was giving Matt one of those "guy" half-hugs. Then, I went to Matt and hugged him.

"What's up baby girl, I haven't talked to you since you left." He said, sounding "hurt".

"Sorry Matt, a lot happened." I said, shuddering slightly; partly from the cold, but also from thinking of the encounter with Shelton's dad.

"You alright Munchkin?" Matt said, looking concerned. "You need to talk about it?"

"Nope, I already did. Guess who's living in Orangeburg, South Carolina and is now related to Shelton?" I said, beaming.

"Who?"

"Roman."

"Roman….Roman….where the hell have I heard that name before? Roma- Roman Pierce? From the orphanage? Romie-Rome?" he said, finally figuring out who I was talking about.

"Yeah! Our 'big brother'." I said smiling.

"Damn, it's been almost 12 years since we've seen each other. How's he doing?"

"He's still a garbage-disposal, and absolutely wonderful. I had to tell him about what happened with Mr. Arnold at the orphanage after he left. He nearly broke down and cried with me. He helped me when you weren't around for me to talk to." I said, smiling.

"You get his number?"

"Of course I did Mattie. I gave him yours too. He said he'd call you some time tonight." I smiled. We were in the car by this time, and 'Like Toy Soldiers' by Eminem was blasting out of the stereo speakers. We rode into the City, laughing and talking about all that had gone on while I was away. Apparently, Lamar and had broken up with my cousin and was going back out with Lana Andrews, which I hated. She was going out with this dude named Kyle, who was pretty cool, according to Christy, but was a complete schmuck, according to Matt. We pulled into the driveway of my house and got out, bringing all of the gifts, and bags with us.

"Wilma, I'm Home!" I joked, coming through the door.

"Baby girl!" my dad smiled, as I came into the living room. I hugged him tight as I could, shrieking as he spun me in a circle. I was spun in circles by everyone in the room; Dad, Uncle Randy, Uncle Eddie, Uncle Mark, Jeff twice, Hardy, AJ, Uncle Wayne, Uncle Dave and Uncle Paul. Amy nearly strangled me when she hugged me, as did my mom.

"We missed you Mermaid." Allen smiled.

"Missed you guys too, Allie."

"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" he groaned.

"You know she's not going to stop, so why fight it?" Uncle Paul smirked.

"Exactly Uncle Paulie." I smiled.

"Don't start," he threatened good-naturedly. "Here's your stinking present. From me." He smirked, tossing me a box. I smiled and opened it. I screamed and dropped the box when I saw what was inside.

"Oh my GOSH!" I shrieked and jumped in his arms.

"What was in the box?" Uncle Randy said. Jeff walked over and picked up the box. He looked inside. He pulled out what looked like an ordinary royal blue T-shirt, but when he saw the front, he smiled.

"Guys, looks like Ari's gotten her first T-shirt."

"Wow!" Matt and Mattie said, looking at the design. It was a picture of me on the front wearing a wife beater and my dad's chain. I was also wearing a 'Ruck Fules' Trucker cap and I was throwing up the 'Word Life' sign. Written across the bottom of the T-shirt were the words 'Daddy's Little Girl…and a whole lot more'.

"That shirt is awesome." Dad said, smirking.

"I know…I did that shot a while ago…I think for Smackdown Magazine after my Armageddon match with Trish…you know, when the next day Jerky revealed me as your kid on the Highlight Reel?" I said, trying the shirt on.

"Oh yeah," Dad said smiling. It had been my first photo shoot and interview.

"Here's your gift Uncle Paulie." I smiled. It was a bottle of Obsession, his favorite cologne.

"Here's your gift from me girlie!" Amy smiled. She'd given me a bunch of underwear…thongs to be exact; one in every color.

"Um, thanks Aims…I think." I laughed.

"I think Benjie's gonna enjoy that gift more than she is!" Allen smirked, earning a smack in back of the head and/ or a punch in the shoulder from me, Dad, Matt, Uncle Wayne, and Uncle Dave. Uncle Paul glared at Shelton, who just looked down at the floor, avoiding his gaze. I'd given Amy a gift certificate to Hot Topic, our favorite store.

"Here's my gift, it's nothing much," Jeff said, handing me a small gift. It was a journal.

"Thanks Skittle, I love writing, so I needed this!" I smiled, buzzing his cheek with a kiss. I gave him 7 bottles of hair dye, one in each of blue, black, green, yellow, orange, purple and pink.

"This is from me and Christy." Matt smiled. He'd given me a new mp3 player. I gave him Halo 2, which he'd never gotten for him self, he'd always played Shelton's. Christy was given a gift Certificate to her favorite store, Sam Goody, since she loved music so much.

"This one is mine." Uncle Dave smiled, giving me a shaking box that had holes in it. I opened it to reveal a tiny black and grey short-haired puppy. "He's a little mutt I found when I was coming from the gym the other day. I knew you'd love him, seeing how I can't take care of the little guy. I had him checked out, he doesn't have rabies or anything, and he's about a month old. He's part Shari Pei, part Pit Bull." He said. I took the puppy out of the box, he must have only weighed bout 5 pounds.

"He's adorable Uncle Dave, thank you." I smiled. I hugged the puppy, and he nuzzled against my cheek. I gave Uncle Dave some Michael Jordan Cologne, his favorite.

"What're you going to name him?" Uncle Mark smirked.

"Uh, I don't know…Ash maybe. See the black and grey?"

"Yeah, Ash it is then!" Uncle Wayne said, handing me an envelope. Inside was a 500 gift certificate to Hot Topic, the same thing I'd gotten Amy. I'd given him a silk shirt that was a beautiful golden brown color that went perfect with his complexion and eyes, along with some tan slacks. Hey, he and Uncle Randy were the only one's who appreciated my sense of style, Uncle Dave liked more casual things, Polo shirts, button down shirts with a pair of slacks and no tie; things like that was as dressed up as he would get. He wasn't a fan of silk…didn't think it was manly. Dad… well, if you watch Smackdown, then you know his style…enough said.

"Shorty, here's my gift." Uncle Randy smiled, giving me a bag. I looked inside to see a beautiful olive green and dress with tan trim that probably came to about my knees I guessed along with some tan shoes that had olive green stitching in them. It looked wonderful. Also in the bag were four tickets to a Broadway show: Grease. (A/N: Come on people, it's my second favorite musical…it would have made a bunch of money in the box office if it were a Broadway show!)

"UNCLE RANDY! This dress is so beautiful, and the green is so pretty! Thank you!" I smiled, hugging him.

"You're welcome Shorty. I knew Shelton wouldn't want to sit through a ballet, so I chose something he's be able to tolerate." He smiled, kissing the top of my head.

"Thanks man, I can't do ballet…I'd go to sleep." Shelton sighed, causing me to throw a pillow at him. Ash walked over to him and crawled right into his lap.

"Aw, he likes you!" I cooed, smiling at him. Shelton picked up Ash and scratched him behind his ears. Uncle Randy received this Ice Blue silk shirt that matched his eyes EXACTLY, just like I thought it would, along with black slacks.

At this point, I gave my dad his gift, which was a Shaquille O'Neil Miami Heat Jersey along with the matching fitted cap and black jeans. My mom got Victoria's Secret Body Splash, Bath Soap, Shower Gel, Lotion, Bath Salts, the works, all in her favorite three scents: Love Spell, Pear Glace, and my personal favorite, Strawberries and Champagne. She loved her gift….almost as much as dad loved his.

"Well Princess, all that's left is me." My dad said, smiling. He gave me a small box. I unwrapped it to reveal a blue velvet box, like a jewelry box. I opened it to see a set of keys. I looked at my dad confused.

"What're these to daddy?" I said. He smirked and motioned for me to fallow him to the garage. I walked in and saw it. I would have fainted of Shelton hadn't been behind me to support me. Sitting in the garage in place of my pink Beetle was a 2001 Nissan Skyline GTR-R34. It was blue with awesome graphics in almost every shade of blue I could think of. It had a blue neon body kit, and it looked completely awesome. That's when it hit me.

"Shelton, the jacket you bought me matches the car!" I stuttered after jumping up and down and screaming for about five minutes while hugging everyone in the garage with me.

"Yeah, the whole thing was his idea," Dad said, smiling at him.

"Yeah, but John, Matt, Randy, Dave, Paul, and DeWayne all put up money for the car." Shelton said. "And Mark and Eddie put in work on the engine, while The Xtreme gang did the paint job. They've been here for almost a week doing it." Shelton said, smiling.

"Oh my gosh…thanks you guys…I don't know what to say…" I said softly, crying all of a sudden.

"Why you crying baby?" Shelton said, hugging me.

"You guys put all of this work and time and man hours into my present, and I didn't do anything to deserve it…" I said, wiping my eyes.

"Sweetie, what do you mean, you don't deserve it?" Amy said, putting an arm around my shoulder. "Who do I come to whenever I'm pissed at Matt and I need to vent my anger?"

"Me," I said, sniffling.

"And who keeps me and dad sane and helps us to remember schedules, and keep up with all of our junk when we're on the road?" Matt said, looking at me smiling.

"Me," I said, smiling at him.

"And who was there for me when times got rough at home this Christmas, and understands and knows me better than probably anyone except my mama?" Shelton said, looking down at me, kissing the top of my head.

"Me."

"So why don't you deserve this car? All of the stuff you do for us that doesn't seem like much really does mean a lot to all of us Chiquita. (Little girl) We need you to keep us grounded." Uncle Eddie said. "When one of us is having a bad day, you're always there to make a joke and make us smile again. To make us feliz, (happy) that's what you do that means so much to us cada dia. (every day) Todo para la famila, (Everything for family) that's what you live by Pajarita, (A/N: Pajarita is Spanish, it means "Little Bird," it sounds weird in English, but it's like calling someone Butterfly or something…very common in Spanish speaking countries to call a girl that.) and we're all thankful for that."

"Thanks guys, that means a lot to me, you have no idea…I mean, and this car is so beautiful. I love all of you guys so much!" I said, hugging everyone.

We spent the rest of our vacation hanging out and acting a fool. I took my car over to all of my friends house to show it off, and I even told Lamar I wasn't mad at him for breaking up with my cousin. He's still my best friend, and we'll always love each other.


Shelton's POV

We'd been on the road for about three weeks, and we were in Chicago Illinois. Raw night, so we were preparing for a live taping. We had about three and a half hours to show time, and as I read through the script, I saw something that made me choke on the double cheese burger I was eating. Ari was going to become 1 Contender for the Women's Championship tonight, and next week, at No Mercy, She was going to win the title. She was going to be on top, and the best part was…I FINALLY got to get rid of Carmella, who was a huge pain in my ass. She wanted me to leave Ari for her or some stupid shit like that; I don't know, I wasn't really paying attention. I was going to be in an On-Screen relationship with her, which meant I got to make out with my girlfriend on camera…sweet. I ran down the hall to tell John, who was in the gym working out with Randy and DeWayne.

"GUYS, CHECK THIS OUT!" I said, smiling.

"What's going on?" DeWayne said, dropping off of the pull-up bar he was using. I showed him the script, and he started to smile broadly as he read.

"John, Baby Girl's made it." He said, looking at him.

"She's got a title shot?"

"She's got a title shot, and Trish has to job the title to her!" DeWayne said, nodding at John, who was smiling like a pimp at a "hoe"-down. (A/N: I'm sorry, my cousin said that yesterday, I had to put it in there…the pimp at a hoedown part, that is)

"NO WAY!" he said, jumping up and reading the script. "Her title rein will be short-lived though…Next Raw, Trish will win it back, but she'll do it by having Molly Holly help her. Then Amy will come out and help her. This will set up a new title being made, the Women's Tag Team title, which Amy and Ari will compete for at Wrestlemania 31 It's not determined who will win, they actually want that one to be a match to be fought, not determined…Oh, and it says here, that Ari will Join Team Xtreme, and she'll be in an angle with none other than Mr. Benjie over here, and Carmella will try to screw up all of her matches because she's pissed about it." He said, finishing the script and reading more than I did.

"Women's Tag Team champions…that has a nice ring to it, don't you think?" a voice said from behind me. I turned around to see an exited Ari standing there in workout clothes.

"Definitely." I smiled, opening my arms to her. She smiled and jumped in to my hug, squealing. I smirked and kissed her forehead. "I take it you read the script?"

"YEAH!" she said, dancing around me in circles.

"ARI! Did you read the script!" an exited Amy screeched, running into the gym.

"Yeah! Tag Team Gold is ours girly. And, I get to kick Carmella's ass!" she smiled, hugging Amy. We sat and talked for a while, and then I looked at my watch.

"My singles match is first, I need to go get dressed." I said.

"Yeah, I have to uh, do something." Ari said, looking around, tying to avoid her dad's gaze.

"Don't lie Munchkin, you're a shitty liar. I know you're going off to hang with Shelton…I'm not that stupid, I mean come on, I'm not Dave!" he said, smiling at her. She just rolled her eyes and dragged me out of the gym by my hand.

"So, congratulations baby," I said, kissing her.

"Why thank you, Mister Benjamin." She said, licking her lips. I smirked and kissed her again passionately. I played with the hem of her shirt, starting to inch it up, but I felt a presence in the hall. I pulled back, and looked behind me to see Michael Hickenbottom, aka Shawn Michaels. He smirked and tightened his ever-present pony tail. He was retired, so I guess he was visiting with some of the older guys.

"Wow, you young superstars really can pull some pretty ones. They didn't make Diva's like this when I was wrestling." He said, smiling. "Shawn Hickenbottom, aka Shawn Michaels." He offered me his hand.

"Shelton Benjamin, pleasure." I said, shaking it.

"Ariel Cena, an honor to meet you sir." She smiled.

"You can't be little Ari Cena…I used to chase you all over the arenas during your dad's matches when you were about six and seven years old. Then my knee got busted, and I couldn't wrestle anymore. Haven't seen you since then. I've seen you on TV, but I thought you were just a storyline…I didn't know you were really YOU, if you know what I mean."

She just smiled, looking up at him.

"I have to say, you are one of the most talented young women I've ever seen in this business. You and Lita, you two put on quite a show."

"Thank you. We try to do what we can for the fans. I'll do anything, within reason, of course, to give the fans a great show."

"Are you sure you're adopted? John said the same thing the first time I met him. Darlin', you may not have the looks, but you definitely have the Cena charm and determination, along with the dedication to this business. I mean, you can't be older than 17, and you're already here!" he said, smiling at her and ruffling her hair, which she'd stripped of the black and was now a dirty blonde again.

"Thank you sir…I really do appreciate that." She said as her phone rang.

"Hello….Hey Allie…no I'm not busy, but you'll never guess who I'm talking to right now…Guess! Come on Allen, just guess. Okay, I'm talking to Shawn Michaels. Yeah, the Icon, the Main Event, the Show Stoppa…I'M NOT LYING ALLEN! …I'm by the gym, why? …Hello? ...Allen? …Are you there? He hung up." She said, laughing.

"Who was that?" Shawn said, smiling at her.

"My best friend Allen."

"I take it he's on his way down here, isn't he?" he laughed

"Yeah."

"He told me once that you're the reason he got into wrestling." I said, as I heard the sound of about four people running down the hall. I looked over my shoulder, and sure enough, Allen was running down the hall, fallowed by Jeff, Matt, and Shane.

"Shawn Mi-Michaels! I'm like your biggest fan!" Allen said, trying to catch his breath. I laughed at him, and went off to get dressed for my match.

Ari's POV

"Can I have your autograph?"

"ALLEN!" I said, punching him in the shoulder. "Please stop acting like a 14 year old girl at an NSYNC concert."

"Sorry Ari." He said, looking down at the floor.

"You have these boys under control, don't you princess?" Shawn said, smirking.

"Yep, that's me! But this is Allen Jones, Hurri-shane Helms, and over here, are the Hardy Boys, Matt is the brown-haired one, and the Rainbow colored one, that's Jeff."

"You guys are very talented. I really enjoy you guy's work. It's good to meet you all."

"Thanks. We're all huge fans of yours. I have to say, that you're the reason most of us are in wrestling today." Jeff said, brushing his pink and black hair out of his eyes.

"Thank you son, tell me, what color is your hair?" Shawn smirked.

"We honestly don't know…he's been dying it since he was 12…and we can't find any of him before the age of twelve." Matt laughed. Suddenly, we heard a scream, and turned to the gym door to see Amy standing there with her hand over her mouth, staring at Shawn.

"OH MY GOSH…You're SHAWN MICHAELS! I'm Amy; I'm like your biggest fan. You and a select other wrestlers are who inspired to do what I do today." She said really fast, shaking his hand.

"Down, Aims…let the man breathe!" I laughed. She calmed down a bit and just looked at him.

"Did someone just say something about the Heartbreak Kid?" A voice said from the gym. We turned around to see Uncle Wayne and my dad standing in the door jam. Shawn lit up and walked over to shake hands with them.

"Hey fellas, good to see you again, can you believe how little Ariel's grown up?" he said, looking at my dad.

"Yep, that's little Munchkin," dad said, smiling. They went on about what's been going on the past ten or eleven years, and after a while, we got bored, so we went and got ready for RAW.


RAW Audience POV

"Welcome to WWE Monday Night RAW! I'm Eddie Guerrero, and along with me as always is Mark 'The Undertaker' Calloway. Tonight we have an action-packed show as always."

"That's right, Eddie. Tonight, for the 1 Contender for the Women's Title is Molly Holly, against our own very beautiful Ari Cena."

"Sure to be a great match. Also, World Champion Randy Orton will be in action in a non-title match against none other than Chris Jericho."

"And, let's not forget, tag team action…The Hardy Boyz against Matt Cena and Shelton Benjamin." Mark said. "Also, John Cena against Carlito Caribbean Cool…a lot of history between the two, a lot of hostility, a lot of intensity."

"Also, Simon Dean will have a match against the Hurricane, I love this guy! He's a lot of fun to watch, and he's hilarious!"

"Well Eddie, looks like our Women's Champion has something to say."

Trish Stratus comes strutting down the ramp, Title over her shoulder. She got into the ring, Tyson Tomko right behind her as always.

"I just have something to say to these little Diva Wannabes… You never have been, never will be up on my level…I am a five time women's champion, and three time Babe of the year. If one of you think that you can be as good as me, come on out and say it to my face." She smirked, tossing the mike to the side. The arena is silent for a few moments, and then the song "The Baddest Chick" by Trina began to play. Out came Ari Cena in her new T-Shirt along with a pair of low-rise jeans and tennis shoes. She also had on a chain and a 'Ruck Fules' Trucker Cap. She slid into the ring and grabbed the discarded mike.

"Trish, Trish, Trish…I'm SO sorry you're intimidated by me…and don't say you're not, because you wouldn't have come out here and said something. And it could have only been towards me, seeing how I'm the youngest and newest Diva here…that is, unless you were talking about Lita." She smirked.

Suddenly, Lita's music starts, and she walks out to the ring wearing a green tank top along with army print cargos. She slid in the ring and grabbed a mike.

"Yeah Trishy…were ya talking about me? I mean, talking about my home girl is one thing, but talking about ME is another." She said, eyeing Trish. The crowd went ballistic, and that's when Tomko grabbed Lita by the hair. Lita screamed in pain and fear…until Matt Hardy's music blasted through the speakers and he ran down the ramp, Jeff and the Hurricane in tow. They slid in the ring and beat Tyson off of Lita. Then Christian ran out and came towards Ari, who was rescued by her brother Matt Cena. It turned into an all out brawl in the ring until…

Here comes the MONEY…

Shane MacMahon walked out to the ring and announced a match for Wrestlemania 31, which was that Sunday. It was going to be Matt and Jeff Hardy against Tyson Tomko and Christian. With that, Raw goes to a commercial.

COMERCIAL BREAK

Raw comes back on, showing Ari Cena sitting at a vanity, fixing her hair in thick French braids. As she finishes, there's a knock on the door. She gets up and answers it. Standing there is Shelton Benjamin, who is smiling at her.

"Hey Shelton, what's up?"

"Well, I just wanted to say good luck, and be careful. Fighting Molly Holly is like fighting Trish, because she and Trish are good friends. And if Trish gets involved, then Captain Charisma and his Billy Goat Boy will be there too."

"Thanks Shelton, but I don't need luck, I've got skill…remember who my dad is? It's in my blood line!" she smirked.

"Yeah, but if one of those assclowns comes out, I'm coming out."

"One, you need to stop hanging around Jericho…it's scary that you're saying 'assclown'; and two, I appreciate the offer. I probably will need that help." She smiled. Shelton bent down a little and kissed her cheek, then he left the locker room. Ari closed the door and leaned against it, a slight smile on her face.

"Is something going on between Shelton Benjamin and Ari Cena?" Mark said.

"I don't know, but I know Carmella's not going to be happy about this…Molly Holly, Ari Cena….next." Eddie said.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

Ari Cena and Molly Holy go at it in the ring. They lock up, and Molly gains control first. She Irish Whips Ari into the corner, then gives her a few chops. Then she grabs Ari by her waist-length hair and throws her across the ring. Ari gets up, and hits Molly with a couple of rights. Then she does the 'You can't see me' thing and punches her so hard she falls down. Then Ari hits a 5-knuckle Shuffle. She connects and goes for the pin.

2 count.

As Ari argues the 2 count, Molly is slipped the bell by Trish, who is disguised as the time keeper. Molly goes to hit Ari with it, but Ari ducks and does a dropkick to her that would rival Randy Orton's. Then she stands Molly up. She goes to the corner, stands on the second rope, and hits her Signature move: A Hurricrana that allows her to pin her opponent too quickly for them to kick out. It was called the WTF (because when she first did it, her dad screamed WHAT THE FUCK, but no one knows that's why its called that!)

Ari won the 1 Contender's spot, so she was going on to WM XXXI to battle for the Women's title.

OTHER MATCHES:

The Hardy Boyz def. Matt Hardy and Shelton Benjamin in non title match.

John Cena def. Carlito in non title match

Hurricane def. Simon Dean

Randy Orton def. Chris Jerichoin non title match


ARI'S POV

When Shelton and I got to our hotel room (yes, we were sharing now), we showered and went right to sleep. But we woke up at 8:30 the next morning to knocking on the door. I got up, because Shelton's a lazy bum in the morning, and opened the door to reveal a tiny little boy and a girl about the age of 3, I guessed with the same brown eyes and nose as Shelton and Kaire had. They looked like miniature Sheltons, only lighter…like a burnt caramel color, instead of Shelton's deep chocolate brown. The boy had an envelope in his hand and he was wearing ragged clothes. Just like his sister. I guessed they were Twins…they were holding hands.

"Hi, what's your name?"

"Matias." He said in a whisper.

"Matias, that's a nice name. What's your name?"

"Angel." She whispered.

"Well, Angel is a nice name too. How old are you?"

"Five." They whispered at the same time, their eyes never leaving the ground.

"How did you get here?"

"We came here with my daddy, he said we was coming to live with our new daddy. He said to give this to the first grown up I saw, and well, you look like a grown up." Matias said, handing me the envelope. I gasped after I read the letter.

Hey son!

You said you could be a better father than me, so here you go! Matias and Angel are 5…their mother died from a heroin overdose, and I don't want them. So here you go! Two little shits to put up with…have fun! You're their new daddy now. Don't call me and ask me no bullshit about them. One of them is allergic to peanuts, and the other can't eat strawberries, I can't remember which.

Craig

"Shelton…come here."

"Who's at the door?" he grumbled.

"Shelton Micheal Benjamin, get your ass to this door!" I screamed. He came, dressed in his boxers. I handed him the letter, and he read it. He looked at Angel and Matias, who were still looking at the ground holding hands. Then he folded the letter and put it in the suitcase. Then he looked at his brother and sister.

"Come on ya'll, get in here." He said softly, taking Matias's hand and leading them into the hotel room. He set them down on the couch and put on some cartoons. Then he and I went in the other room to have a talk.

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