She knew it was going to come to a head. When was the question? Today was that day. No one was ready for it, nor did they like the outcome.

Three hours earlier ~

She met up with Dave as usual to take the kids. It was the one thing they agreed on. How to raise them, what they could and could not do, just being parents to them. Knocking at the door, she heard the giggles, and the big roar from him.

"Mom is here you three, we aren't ready".

She giggled at his lack of time. It was always like that. He'd forget everything with them. She didn't mind, he was being a great dad to them. She would have to help get them ready, and they would go over updates on anything to do with the trio.

He opened the door, to a casual Emylee. As always, he mentally kicked himself in the ass for letting her go, but he would change that, and hopefully soon. She grinned and walked in.

"Didn't I tell you four about wrestling before I come by? You four are too much. My four kids, I swear".

"Mom, we were having fun…." Dave whined.

"Yeah, Yeah, Yeah".

"So they are packed. Everything is set for me to go back to Tampa, I heard you are too?"

"Yeah, Vince wanted us to have vacations at the same time. So we will be at the house for the month".

"Cool, maybe family time?"

"Sure why not", as she got Kris ready.

"I'll text you to let you know".

There was a knock at the door. Dave and Emylee looked at each other confused. She wasn't expecting anyone and either was he. Opening he found Dwayne on the other side.

"Hey dude, what's happenin?" he said shocked to see him.

"Nothing, how you been?"

"Good, good. Being a dad is time consuming. What you doing here?"

"Read", he said handing him the papers.

It said one of things Emlyee didn't want to relive. Dave was champ, and Dwayne was coming back to shut him up at Wrestlemania. She landed herself in the middle of a fight of two men she cared for deeply. It also brought the fact of the matter she was sleeping with one, and shared children with the other.

'shoot me in the face'.

"Oh, Stephanie and Paul are awesome for this. We will be the talk of all media".

"Especially since twitter is the new thing".

"Dave, we need to talk. In the other room please?"

He saw the looks Dwayne and Emylee were trying not to give. He knew she was seeing someone, but didn't know who it was. Then it dawned on him. It was Dwayne. It explained the constant trips to Los Angeles, and the secret texts she made to her "someone". More importantly, the fact she wasn't trying to reunite with him.

"Anna, take your brother and sister in the other room please".

The little girl took them in the other room, and Emylee was hoping that Dave remembered the kids were in the hotel room too. Hopefully this didn't end up like Dave and Paul. She couldn't take it this time. She cared for both of them, and no hard feelings were there with Dave, unlike Paul.

"So when were you two going to tell me? When you were in Tampa? Or maybe with the wedding invites?"

"Dude, you need to calm down. I didn't want any drama with any of you, and you ain't gonna be talking to me like me like that, or her", Dwayne said lowly.

"Really, you're fucking my girl".

"No, she's my girl. You fucked that up a while ago".

"How about I fix that. I break your face, so then she'll leave you too".

"Lets go motherfucker. You think you can take me with your old ass".

"Bitch, you and I are the same age".

"Both of you are fucking ridiculous! Dave, yes, I've been seeing him for a while. I can see whoever I choose. Yeah, it's fucked up its Dwayne, but it is what it is. DJ, you knew I have kids with him, and I have to deal with him on and off camera. I should have known you two were going to be jackasses about this whole thing. So let me do you both a favor. I'm going to take my children to Tampa. I'm going to be a mom to them. I have three kids, not five. After we leave, don't call, and don't bother. I'm done with both of you. I'm not a prize, or piece of ass to argue for. You want to talk to me, let Paul or Stephanie know, otherwise, don't even think about it. I'll see you two in a month".

She walked away to get the kids, and left the men standing their fuming, but in shock.

"Well, looks like I won't have to fake my hatred for you, will I".

"See you at Wrestlemania bitch".

"Yeah, I'm gonna go home and have my vacation, especially since she lives two houses down from me", Dave grinned.

"No problem, remember, I have a house there too. Game on".

"Game on".

Dwayne left the room, making his way to his room to pack. Looked like he was going back to Tampa for a while. She wasn't leaving him like that. They were great together. He was hoping she would let him get to know Anna, Kris, and Dani. They were a part of her life, and he wanted to be a part of every part of hers, including the kids. He couldn't understand why Dave was trying again. Then again, if he was in the same position, he would try too.

Dave watched him walk out that door. In other times, he would have taken his head off, but his kids were in the other room. The kids Emylee and he shared. Emylee. That woman kept him on his toes, and this time was no different. Of all the people though, Dwayne? Why him. He deserved to know that much. Turning to go towards the room, the kids were still in there, now asleep. Every time they had wrestling matches, they passed out afterwards. It brought a smile to his face. She just stood over by the window, looking out at the view. This talk was long time coming.

"You can't avoid me forever. Running the first time didn't work. This time, three people are involved. We have to work together no matter what you think or decide to do".

"David…"

"Let me finish. I know he was different than me. I get that, what I don't understand is why you thought you couldn't tell me. Just tell me why?"

"He's not directly in the business. He comes and goes. I don't have to worry about injury, or worse. I can actually plan for things with him, like having a family, and if he wants to walk away, he can. Can you honestly tell me you could? Could you walk away from this belt, the constant travel, and hectic lifestyle if I asked?"

He walked over to her and they just stood looking at each other. It finally clicked for him. She was tired of it. She wanted him on some level, but she wasn't going to ask him to give it up because she was scared or just tired. She was willing to sacrifice them so he could have what he worked so hard for.

"You never asked."

"I can't. I couldn't. This is your dream. This is who you are. For a while, I thought it was who I was too. Then Kris and Dani came along. That", she pointed to the mock divas belt Anna had, "isn't me anymore. Those kids are".

He rubbed her face, and brushed the tears away from her cheeks. At this point their heads were touching and their eyes were closed.

"I'm a dad first, Em, you know that. Be honest".

"Fine, I'm scared to let you in again. I'm scared of you getting injured, and your obsession of losing it. I can't take it again".

"Then ask", he whispered.

Inching closer, she whispered.

"Will you…."

"Will I…."

"I can't", she said backing off.

She walked away. He threw his head back in frustration. She was still crying.

"We will have the family time, like we planned. Other than that, I'll get them in the morning. I'll call you when I'm on my way".

"Emylee, please", he begged.

"It's ok, it will be ok, and it has to".

Just like that she walked away. Again. It was becoming the same song and dance for them. This time, he knew what is actually was. She loved him still, and she thought he loved the business more. Maybe the time apart would be good, because he too, needed to seriously think about her question, and more importantly, what he would do if he did.