How the Other Half Lives

By: Random Hero

A/N: I really have no clue on how to introduce to topic of who Hayden's father is… so if it is a little awkward, I'm really sorry.

Life has a funny way of making up for it's self… really I'm not joking!

Sometimes…you just get lucky!

Chapter three: So you're my dad…

It had been two weeks since we found her dead, the funeral was small. It was summer which was a good thing because after the funeral Caitlin, Chris and I started the task of sorting through all of my mother's shit from high school. We started by reading all the notes in her year book, we didn't really get anything out of there. Though Chris found out that Triple H's real name is Paul Levesque which he said and I quote "It's kinda a dorky name… Paul… I feel almost sorry for the guy growing up with a name and nose like that." Caitlin laughed, I just stared at him with my piercing hazel eyes.

"What if he's my dad… you know… you can't make fun of him any more if he is!" We were in Chris's bedroom and I was sitting on his bed so I felt the need to throw a pillow at him. He just smirked and threw his head back laughing.

"Only if you were so lucky! As much as I love you Hay.. you have never been the luckiest person in the world. As to end up having you dad being Triple H… baby you would need to have a lot of fucking luck!" Chris I guess was being realistic.. there were how many males in the school. My mom might always have been a one man type of girl. But the odds that it was him…well I think they might be against me.

So as the day went on we started to go threw the notes and Diary's that were left. Caitlin was going threw the notes and Chris and I were combing threw her diary with a fine toothed comb. If worse came to worse we deiced we were going to call my Grandma in New Hampshire, she would know who mom dated. At lest we hopped she would know.

It was about 2 hours of going threw her diary when I saw the name Paul Levesque pop up in my mother's diary. I could believe it, maybe I did have some sort of luck after all. I read more and I nearly jumped off of Chris's bed. I looked at the date… it was May of 88… which means it was about a year before I was born. I paged through to September (We had figured that's about when my mom had to of gotten pregnant with since I was born in June) His name was mentioned again, she was talking about the date she had with him

I then jumped up.

"He's my dad… he has to be!" I jumped up and down on Chris's bed nearly hitting my head. "Look… read!" I held out and pointed. "They dated… then broke up in December. I was born in June… six months later!" Chris took and looked through it… it was true.

"I swear to god Hayden… you are the luckiest girl in the fucking world right now! The fucking world!" I actually think Chris might have been happier about this than I was. But reality does have a way of coming back to me before Chris. There are things we have to do.

We brought the only proof to a lawyer that was appointed to me by the state to handle this whole deal with who the hell my dad was. We explained the whole situation with my mom never telling me who my father was and I really didn't want to ask my Grandmother because she was an evil old woman whom hated me with a fiery passion because I ruined my mother's chances at going to collage. Mr. Jameson, the lawyer, seemed to be rather interested in my story. He said he'd contact the WWE and attempt to arrange some type of meeting with Paul's lawyers and I most likely would have to take a blood test to prove it.

I hopped it wouldn't take a long time, but it took nearly a month for the whole process to nearly come to an end. Mr. Jameson told me that he, along with Chris's grandmother would be taking me from Boston (where I lived), to Greenwich where Paul's lawyer was to get the results of the paternity test and work out the finer details of (if I'm really Paul's daughter) me moving from Boston to Nashua with him since he'd be my closest living relative.

The day we were supposed to go they tried to make me wear a nice pink dress. I looked Mr. Jameson. "I don't do pink… hell if he's my dad he should get the right first impression of me. Not some pink dress wearing preppy girl." That was all I had to say on the matter, I ended up wearing a black sundress that Caitlin had that didn't fit her any more, it was the lest offence thing she had. I felt a little exposed it in so a stole Chris's army jacket and ware that over it.

It was a long drive down to Connecticut; I fell asleep on the way. When we got there I walked into the bathroom the fix my short, black hair (I got in a mood about three days before and cut it off… Chris about died when he saw me short hair). It got rather messy when I fell asleep.

When I walked in to the bathroom, I couldn't believe who was in there. Stephanie McMahon, I guess it made since because she was married to Paul after all. I walked over the sink next to her and started to run the water so I could try and tame my hair. She looked over at me and smiled. "Hi," She said casualty to me.

"Hello…" I said squishing my hair down. I could hear her laugh as I took a brush out of my purse and started to run it through my hair. It still wasn't saying down in back. "ARGH!" I said rather flustered. I was starting to think maybe I shouldn't have cut it off… it was a hell of a lot easier to deal with back then.

"Let me help you.." Stephanie said taking the brush from my hand and sticking it under the running water. "Why is such a young girl like you doing a lawyers office on such a nice day?" I turned around and looked at her.

"It's kinda complicated the reason I'm here.." She actually had gotten my hair to be rather tame. She nodded.

"Yeah… me too… well actually I'm just here with my husband." She handed me back my brush and I stuck into a pocket in Chris's jacket. I kinda wanted to tell her. 'Well actually I'm the reason why you guys are here… sorry.'

"Let me guess… he's here to find out weather or not he has a kid… a sixteen year old girl." Stephanie looked at me kinda funny. I could tell she knew why I knew. She took my hand.

"So you're Hayden…" She said with a smirk, she took a good look at me. "Well I can say one thing about you… I can almost grantee you… you have Paul's eyes." She laughed at little and kinda dragged me out of the bathroom and over to where the man who I had known as only Triple H was standing.

"Paul… look what I found." Paul turned around breaking his conversation with who I could only guess was his lawyer. He looked straight at me, I could feel the blood drain from my face.

"Um… Hi…" was all I could muster before the lawyers pushed us into a conference room. Stephanie let go of my hand as Mr. Jameson dragged me away from Paul and his lawyer.

The room looked like it was straight out of Law and Order, I sat down in between Emily (Chris's grandma) and Mr. Jameson. The seating arrangement was similar on the other side with Paul sitting between Stephanie and his lawyer. The two lawyers were starting to talk about legal things that were way over my head. I could only just look down at the chipping black nail polish on my finger nails.

After about ten minutes of legal things that needed to get out of the way I heard Paul speak for the first time since I got there. "So… stop all this legal bull shit and just tell me. Is she mine or our we wasting the poor girl's time." He said rather bluntly. I looked up and looked into his eyes, then quickly looked back down at my hands.

The lawyers nodded and Paul's lawyer took out an envelope, and pulled a piece of paper out. I couldn't really hear what he said before "She's your daughter…" I looked up my eyes got rather wide and I fallowed the envelop from the lawyer's hands to Paul's.

Stephanie smiled at me, but all I did was watch the expression on Paul's face. "I can't believe she lied to me…" I heard him mutter. I guess he had asked my mother about me, and like always she must have lied. He looked up from the paper and looked at me.

"I guess you're my dad…" I said softly, as much as I wanted it to be true but I never thought about having to move away from Chris and Caitlin. It was going to really hard. Though I know Chris would come up and visit me since he was out of High School. But Caitlin… she had lost everything and now she was going to lose me.

"Yeah…" there was an awkward silence before they started to discus my rights now that Paul was in fact proven to be my father. I would have all the rights as if I had always grown up with him. I'd be leaving with him and Stephanie and we would go down to Boston tomorrow to get my things.

Emily hugged me as everyone was about to leave the conference room. "I'll tell Chris… I think he'll shit himself when he finds out your moving. But he'll be happy… you're going to have the life that you have always deserved…" She gave me a kiss on the forehead before walking out of the room.

It was just Stephanie, Paul and I standing there. Stephanie walked over to me and gave me a hug. "I told you… you have Paul's eyes…" She said with a smirk. I tried to smile and think of something witty to say.

"Yeah… I always guessed I got my eyes from my dad. Sadie had green eyes. I had hazel since I was baby." Stephanie nearly dragged me over to Paul. She looked at the two of us. I guess now that I look back I do look like Paul. I had blonde hair before I started to dye it black and my eyes. Though I'm pretty short, only about 5'3" and a little on the chubby side.

"Are you two just going to stand there… Paul… you're her dad. Hug the kid for Christ's sake." We hugged… it was kinda forced and awkward. But I guessed it was going to awkward for a little while.