A/N: I'm so sorry it's taken so long to update this. I have up to chapter four written in my old notebook I found cleaning my room. I know it's not my best, and I'll be trying to revise it as I write, but I hope you guys enjoy it!

Chapter Two

Dani was walking backstage, tears flowing down her face. She was trying to get back to the Women's Locker room, but it didn't really matter to her. All of a sudden, someone grabbed her arm and spun her around. It was none other than Randy Keith Orton. She hastily wiped her tear stained face.

"What do you want Randy?" Dani asked him coldly.

"I just want an explanation Dani," Randy said gently.

"What do you call all that stuff I said out there in the ring?"

"Bull. I want the truth Dani."

"That is the truth so accept it and move on," Dani yelled.

"Dani--" Randy started.

"Mommy, mommy!" a little girl yelled, interrupting Randy.

"Look little girl, we don't know where your mommy is," Randy said, but Dani was kneeling down and hugging the little girl.

"Hey baby girl," Dani said lovingly, giving her a kiss on the forehead.

"Hey, I'm not a baby no more!" the little girl said, scrunching her face up indignantly. But she didn't give Dani time to reply. "But Mommy, I saw you on TV!" she said excitedly.

Randy was just silent during this whole exchange. He looked at the little girl. She looked to be about five or six years old. She had big, brown eyes. Her hair was straight, like her mother's, which was midnight black that went a little bit past her shoulders. When she smiled, she had the cutest dimples. The little girl caught Randy staring at her and noticed who he was.

"Mommy, he's the guy that made you mad on TV," she said, in a not-so-quiet whisper.

"It's okay sweetie, c'mon let's go find Auntie Trish, it's getting late and it's almost your bedtime," Dani said in a motherly tone. As they were leaving, Randy called out her name.

"Dani!" Randy half yelled. Dani stopped and the little girl, who was ahead of her mother, turned around curiously.

"It's okay sweetie. Go ahead to Auntie Trish, I'll catch up," Dani said as her daughter skipped away, oblivious to her mother's dilemma.

"What do you want now Randy?" she asked tiredly.

"So you have a daughter," he stated simply.

"No, she just likes calling me Mommy," she replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"What's her name?" he asked, ignoring her comment.

Dani hesitated before answering. "Her name is Meghan Rose."

"She's real pretty. Must take after you." Dani couldn't help but blush a bit at the compliment. 'He hurt you, remember? He broke your heart, you can't trust him,' a voice in her head yelled. There was a silence.

"So how old is she?" Randy inquired further.

"She's turning six next month," Dani replied. Realizing she had given too much information, she tried to leave. "Umm… I've got to get going before Trish sends a search squad to get me." Dani turned and left, trying to get out of there as soon as possible. After a moment, Randy put two and two together. Randy and Dani had broken up about six years ago.

"Dani, is she mine?" Randy called out. Dani turned around, her eyes ablaze with anger and pain.

"I guess you should know since I doubt you remember. You should have won that little bet back in high school," Dani said coldly, yet there was pain evident in her voice. She turned around, leaving a stunned Randy standing there, trying to process the information.

But little did they know, a WWE cameraman got the whole exchange on worldwide television.

Disc: Vincent Kennedy McMahon owns the WWE characters, lucky duck. I only own Dani and Meghan.