To say that Sara had a lot of thinking to do about her future with Fergal was an understatement. It was the only thing that had been on her mind for the last two days, ever since Fergal had left her house to fly to Pennsylvania for a house show. Neither of them wanted him to leave, but work called, and Sara needed the time to think things over. She hadn't been sleeping or eating much so her mind wasn't all there, which would explain why she had forgotten that she had arranged to have lunch with her father and stepmother before flying out for RAW. Her phone rang, startling her. She looked at the name of the caller and quickly answered it.

"Daddy!" she said, a bit of panic in her voice

"Sara? Are we still meeting for lunch? Michelle and I are at the restaurant." the deep, gravely voice of her father on the other line spoke

"Yes! I'm sorry. I will be there in a few minutes, can you wait?" she asked, sprinting through her house to find her shoes and keys

"Of course. Is everything alright?" Mark asked with a concerned tone

"I'm fine, Daddy. See you soon"

Sara hung up and sighed. This was going to be interesting. Her father always had a keen sense of knowing when something wasn't always right with his eldest daughter, sometimes even before she knew something was wrong herself. He was going to know something was up, for sure, especially with how exhausted she looked. She got in her car and raced into town, heading to the restaurant. When she arrived, she flipped down the mirror on the visor and a look of frustration crossed her face. Her face had broken out with little splotches from the stress, dark circles had formed under her eyes, and her hair was unkempt. She grabbed her sunglasses and a hair tie, put them on, and got out of the car. When she walked in she sighed with relief that her parents had chosen to sit outside on the patio instead of inside, so at least she could keep her sunglasses on. Maybe if she kept her act together, they wouldn't know something was up because there was no way Sara could explain to them that her boyfriend was a possessed by an actual DEMON.

"About time" her father said as he stood to great his daughter

"Sorry, Daddy. I was distracted and lost track of time." She embraced her father in a tight hug "Have y'all been waiting long?"

"No, only about fifteen minutes. We've ordered our drinks and an appetizer" Michelle said, hugging Sara

"Good, I'm sorry. How have y'all been?" Sara picked up the menu and pretended to read it

"We are good. Softball is starting up again so the girls and I are busy with that, and your father is getting ready to start training to go back to work"

"You know how I feel about that, Daddy" Sara muttered

"And you know that I don't give a shit" Mark chuckled, knowing his daughter had her concerns about him continuing to wrestle, even if it was only once or twice a year.

"Yeah, yeah."

Sara studied the menu, attempting to find something she thought she could stomach. It would be noticed if she didn't eat, which would be a big sign that something was up with her. She settled on chicken sandwich and a side salad and the family placed their order. When the waiter had left, Mark leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, looking at her.

"Ok, spill it. What's going on?" he questioned

"Huh?" She asked blankly, her mind had drifted to Fergal again

"Something's wrong." he persisted

"Nothing's wrong, Daddy." Sara knew it was useless to try to lie to him, but she thought she'd give it a shot

"Sara Grace." her father's tone was testy, showing impatience.

"I'm tired, work has been insanely busy because SummerSlam is approaching. Haven't been sleeping much because of it." she lied

"Uh huh…" Mark tapped his fingers across his tattooed biceps.

"Since when has work ever stressed you out, Sara?" Michelle inquired, raising an eyebrow

"Since now?" Sara offered, hoping they would drop the subject.

"Sara, you know it's useless to lie to your father. He's known something has been up for awhile now. Just tell him so he can stop worrying about you" her step mother advised

"Fine. I've started seeing someone. A coworker" She said quietly, stirring her lemonade around with her straw

"Who is it? Is it an unhealthy relationship?" Mark interrogated

"You have no idea…" Sara thought to herself before answering "It's no one, Daddy. I don't need you to be all in his business and stalking him like you tried to do when I went on that one date with Nick."

"You know how I felt about Ziggler, Princess" Mark defended himself "I'm sorry for being concerned for my children and wanting what's best for them"

"Daddy, it's fine. I'm just not ready for our relationship to come out yet. I'm still healing after what happened with Phil, and I don't want to get everyone all excited in case this doesn't work out."

"Fine. Don't tell your father about your life. Just send me into an early grave from worry." Mark threw his hands in the air before picking up his beer

"Daddy….please" Sara whined

Mark just looked at her, stone faced. Sara pouted.

"Fine, fine. I'll tell y'all his name but you cannot harass him, ok? You're going to scare him off, and I can assure you he is a wonderful man. You'd approve, Daddy."

"We'll see about that." Mark rolled his eyes, sipping his beer

"You will, trust me. It's Devitt."

"The new guy?" Mark suddenly sat up straight "Balor"

Sara's ears perked up at the way her father had said the name. It was with distaste. Disapproval.

"Yes." she nodded, quickly taking a bite of her salad

"I see." Was the only thing Mark said

Did he know something about Fergal Devitt that she didn't? He couldn't possibly know about the demonic possession, but maybe he had heard stories. Maybe Fergal was a player or something. Whatever it was, Mark Calaway did NOT approve of his daughter seeing the Irish man.

When the three had finished their meal and prepared to leave, Mark took hold of Sara's arm as they exited the restaurant and made their way to their cars.

"Sara, I want you to stay away from that boy, do you understand me?" Mark ordered

"Daddy…" Sara pouted up at the tall man

"No but's, little girl. Stay. Away." Mark kissed his daughter on the forehead and turned to open the door of his truck for Michelle

Sara watched as they left the parking lot, and sighed. Her father never approved of anyone she had dated in the past, and probably never will, but just like when she started her relationship with Phil Brooks, he always was complacent and never told her not to date someone., he'd instead just scowl and growl at them and make them uncomfortable This was definitely a first for them.

Sara got in her car and pulled out her phone. She held it for a moment, looking at the wallpaper photo. It was of a photo she had taken of Fergal, and it was her favorite. His blue eyes shining, his bright, perfect smile. She smiled as she dialed his number.

F: "Hello?." the Irish accented voice on the other line answered

S: "Hi, Fergie"

F: "Hi baby. How are you?"

S: "I'm good. I just left from having lunch with Daddy and Chelle."

F: "Oh? Did you enjoy yourself?"

S: "I did. I uhm, I told them about us"

F: silence

S: "Ferg?"

F: "You told them? I thought we were going to wait?"

S: "I wanted to, but my dad can be very pushy when he wants to be."
F: "What did he say about it?"

S: "He uh...wasn't happy, but don't take it personally, he doesn't like anyone."

F: "I bet he wasn't happy alright"

S: "Huh?"
F: "Nothing, darling. I need to go. I will talk to you soon, my love."

Fergal hung up the phone quickly and swore under his breath. He thought he would have more time to figure out an "escape Mark Calaway's wrath" plan, but time was running short now that the Deadman had discovered the relationship. Finn made a tight fist and punched the wall he was standing in front of, before placing his forehead against it. He bit his lip hard, and cursed himself and Balor. Things were about to become very, very unpleasant for the both of them.