"Davey!" MayAnne ran and jumped into Dave's arms.
"Hey Kid! What's new?" Dave threw the little girl over his shoulder as they walked the length of the lobby towards Lana's room. She told Davey everything she had told her mother and more by the time they had reached the hotel room door.
"And then guess what happened!" She took a deep breath, giving Dave time to guess.
"You covered for the win?"
"How did you know?" She giggled as she dismounted the giant's shoulder and plopped down in front of the television to watch the cartoon that was on.
"Cute huh?" Lana threw the little girls bags down and walked in behind her boyfriend.
He smiled affectionately and wrapped his arm around Lana, "Yep, it's obvious she's got her father's good looks!" The joke got Dave a playful elbow in the rib. After a moment of swooning over how perfect their lives could be, Dave and Lana snapped back to reality.
"So what do you want to do about tonight?" Lana walked into the bedroom, as to keep the conversation confidential.
Dave sat on the edge of the bed and bit his lower lip in deliberation. "You talked to him and he said he just wanted to 'spend time' with her?" Lana bobbed her head. "Well then, I think we should drop her off with him and let them spend like…a half an hour together." Lana went to argue against it, but Dave quickly stopped her. "I promise everything will work out. Before we even meet up with him, tell him that you set up a paternity test and that this will be the last time we gets to see her until he takes it. I'm sure once we have the proof that he isn't her parent, it'll be to much of a hassle for him to fight for her, so eventually, he'll get over it and let this whole custody battle go."
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Dave, Lana and MayAnne showed up at the stadium a half an hour early, as planned. They met up with Jericho and after a short exchange, to keep up appearances in front of the child, Dave and Lana left. As other wrestlers showed up, and prepared for the show, Chris Jericho, and the child he had known as his own bonded. Six o'clock neared and Lana returned to Chris' dressing room to retrieve MayAnne.
Without speaking a word to her ex-husband (to be), Alana gathered her child's few traveling playthings and sent her out in the hallway to wait.
"So how are things?" Chris smoothly ran his hands through his blonde hair and stared compassionately at Lana.
Coldly, she answered, "Things are better than they've ever been."
She turned to leave the room but Jericho lightly grabbed her arm, "Look, Lana, can we talk? I mean, really sit down and talk. Since you left, you haven't said- no we haven't said- one civilized word to each other. We had two years, and yes, we had ups and downs, but it deserves a talk right?"
Lana felt guilty as she looked into Chris' blue-green eyes as saw the man she thought she used to love. "Let me take MayAnne to someone first…I'll be right back."
"It's already taken care of; I called Stephanie and she's on her way." Chris still looked sincere, so Lana believed him. She peeked her head out of the door regardless, to make sure her daughter was with someone she trusted, and sure enough, she opened the door in time to see Stephanie chase her daughter and nephew down the hall in a jovial game of tag.
Alana slowly walked to an over-stuffed chair in the corner and sat, clutching her bag for security. "What are we gonna talk about?"
Chris shrugged, "Anything. There are a lot of things I need to say, should I start there?" Alana signaled 'yes' with silence and Jericho took a deep breath before speaking. " Ok, well first, I'm sorry. I was wrong to touch you. I was wrong for screaming and yelling and saying the things I said. Secondly, I love you. I always have loved you and I feel like the worst person on Earth for hurting you." Chris hesitated, withholding emotion.
"You are the worst person on Earth. I wished a million times you were dead, because no matter how hard I tried not care, no matter how many times I thought I could leave and stay gone, you'd always do something to make me wanna stay." Lana was now on the verge of tears; partially from wanting Chris and partially from knowing how badly this conversation would hurt Dave.
"So you're willing to give 'us' a second shot?" Chris slid on one knee over to the chair Lana sat in, now full-on crying. Her lack of response made Chris think it was okay to kiss her. He reached in over the chair and guided her chin up towards his as the door to the locker room flew open.
In the same instant, Lana pushed Chris to the floor. His cool, calm and composed behavior flipped like a switch as he got up and drew back. Before he had the chance to swing on her, Lana decked Chris dead in his mouth and shook her hand unconsciously as she looked towards the door to see who had inadvertently saved her. Dave stood speechless in the door.
Note From the Author:
Okay, I want to try something. This is officially a reader-decided fan fiction. I'm going to give you a chance to vote on what you think should happen next. Review with an 'a' if you think Dave should be angry, a 'b' if you think he doesn't care either way, or a 'c' if he's just plain ole' hurt. The first five reviews decide it, so I need at least those five reviews to update!