"Trinity, I made you breakfast." Paul opened the door and saw a sight beyond his imagination. Trinity was on the floor performing a perfect headstand, with her legs in splits. "Damn girl, what are you doing?"

"Paul!" She immediately stood up and fixed herself up, "Have you ever heard of the word, 'knock?'"

"Yes, but in my house that word is forbidden. Where did you learn how to do that? That must take a lot of skill."

"I picked it up in yoga. I love it. So do you have any plans for today?"

"Yep as its Saturday, we're going to visit Dave so you can meet Emily."

"Cool. Let me go have my bath." She rushed upstairs and he could hear the bathroom door slam shut.

'Damn women,' he thought, 'Now I'll never be able to get in.' When she came out, she was dressed in a low cut halter neck top and a denim mini skirt. She was wearing hardly any makeup but still looked stunning.

"You're going out like that?" Paul questioned, remembering his parental role.

"It's hot outside. Girls my age wear a lot more revealing than this. Now, are you going to whine about my outfit all day, or are you going to get ready? You stink!" Paul frowned at the last statement. Trinity saw this and just poked her tongue out at him and then walked off. He added a mental note to himself to discipline this girl eventually. The ride there was long, yet quiet. As soon as they pulled up, Dave and two girls came running out. One looked around 5 years old and the other looked around 16 so that must have been Emily.

"Hi, Paul. Hi, Trinity. This is my little girl Theresa and this is my other little girl Emily." Dave gently pushed Emily forward shyly smiled at Trinity. Emily turned back around to face Dave.

"I'm 16 years old, dad. Don't patronize me." He rolled his eyes at her.

"Well aren't you going to invite Trinity up to your room?"

"Where are my manners? Trinity, would you like to come up to my room?"

"Sure. Emily then took Trinity's hand and led her to a large room upstairs. "You're going to be coming on the road with you're father, aren't you?" asked Trinity, admiring the other girl's room.

"Yes I am. I'm really excited. It's been so long since me and Randy have been together. I miss him so much!"

"You're dating Randy Orton?" Trinity exclaimed, the shock in her voice showing.

"Ssssh, don't shout so loud. Yes we are dating. We saw each other around 6 months ago. Just as I was about to leave, he told me h wanted to give me a gift I would always remember." Emily grinned and Trinity stared at her in disbelief.

"But you're my age!"

"I know, it was my first time but Randy guided me through. That man is really something."

"Does your dad know?"

"What do you think? Of course he doesn't. If he did, then Randy would be a dead man. Randy is strong but my dad would rip him to shreds." Trinity glanced away, feeling rather disgusted at what she had just been told. Emily, noticing the tension, started a different conversation.

"So, how long have you been living with Chyna for?"

"Her name is Joanie, not Chyna. She hates being called that. Anyway, I've been living with her for around 5 years. She's really cool. People look at us funny, but she just gives them the finger, holds me hand and then walks on. I really miss her." Trinity burst out crying leaving Emily feeling very dismayed.

"I'm so sorry!" she shouted, comforting her hysterical friend. "I didn't know I would upset you. I'm so stupid!" Trinity just smiled at her and wiped her own eyes.

"No, it's not your fault. I was bound to break down sometime. I'm fine actually." She stood up and walked over to the nearby table.

"Wow, you have the latest WWE Magazine. Can I see it please?" She cautiously picked up the magazine and started flicking through the pages. An interesting picture of Paul caught her eye. He was in the ring and had the World Heavyweight Title around his waist and a cheeky smile on his face. 'That's my Paul,' she thought to herself and inwardly grinned.

Meanwhile in the kitchen downstairs, Paul and Dave were talking.

"So, are you going to tell Trinity about Stephanie?" Dave gave Paul a serious look.

"What do you think I am?" He shot Dave back a smirk. "Of course I will, they both need to know about each other."

"You'd better, Paul. I don't think you realise exactly what raising a teenage girl is all about." Dave took a deep breath. "I found a packet of condoms in Emily's drawers and it really shook me. It took me a week to get the courage to ask her and when I did, she shouted at me for invading her privacy, and then she told me she got them during a school talk. I wanted to believe her, but just as an extra re-enforcement, I phoned the school and they confirmed that they did have a talk. The secretary made me give her an autograph before she would tell me. After they found out she was my daughter, people were pestering her for autographs and for me to meet them. It got too much for poor Em, and a week later she left the school. After that she stopped speaking to me and even cut a hole in the front of my wrestling trunks." Paul glared at Dave's blushing face and started laughing.

"Damn Dave, you REALLY embarrassed yourself!"

"I know, man. You have to make sacrifices. I had to swallow my dignity and my pride and phone up a high school for something like that. You'll be doing that too." Paul faintly grinned and turned away. Dave really had love for his daughters. Unfortunately, he hadn't reached that stage yet. Maybe that's why Trinity needed to know about Steph. Having Steph around would make certain situations seem a lot easier to cope with.

"Dave, when is Emily due to come out of school?"

"In approximately a month. Why?"

"Is there anyway she could come out earlier. She could be schooled on the road; I just feel Trinity needs the company." A long pause followed and Dave held his chin.

"Okay, but of her grades slip, I don't care about our friendship, I will tear you apart."

"Ok. I guess this is one of the first of many sacrifices I will begin to make."