Surprise Visit

A few hours later, I woke up to an episode of Monday Night Raw just starting. I yawned and sat up, finding it to be really dark in the room. I turned on the lamp and then got up to go put a kettle on the stove for some tea. While I was in the kitchen, I thought I had heard the volume on the tv rise out of nowhere. I filled up the kettle and then went back into the living room to check the TV. It was indeed louder, so I picked up my remote and turned it back down before returning to the kitchen. I turned on the stove and then sat the kettle on it. I then remembered that I hadn't eaten yet, so I went to the refrigerator to pull out some food when I heard the volume on the TV go up again. I froze and stood up to look at it, only to see my father on TV.

I closed the refrigerator door and walked slowly into the living room.

"My name is Stone Cold Steve Austin…and I deserve to be treated with some respect!" he yelled as the crowd booed him. "You people think that I was wrong to not give the Undertaker his title shot after what he did to my daughter?"

I gasped and covered my mouth. "Dad…how could you back out of the match?"

"That man didn't deserve a title shot after the pain and suffering he put her through! Besides I would have beat him one, two, three anyways!"

The crowd booed some more before Shawn Michael's music came on. I watched intently as he appeared on stage wearing his normal dress down clothes. Some commissioner…

"Sorry to interrupt you Steve, but I've got some bad news for you. It turns out that the Undertaker will be returning at some point and when he does…you'll be facing him in a match of his choosing, for the title."

"What! That's the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard!" my dad yelled. "What makes you think he deserves anything!"

"It's simple, he gave you your daughter back, but he didn't get his title shot in return. Therefore…when he makes his return, he will be granted a WWF title match of his choosing!"

The crowd gave a huge cheer as Shawn turned around and left the arena. I had no idea that my father had become such a prick after I went into hiding. Was it because the Undertaker was gone? I sighed and picked up the remote before shutting off the TV. I then went upstairs and changed into my white nightgown. It was satin material with spaghetti straps and a low cut neck line. I then put a black sweater jacket over it to keep my arms warm.

On my way back to the kitchen, I noticed that the light was on in the baby's room. I turned towards it slowly and then made my way over to the door.

"Did I leave this on?" I asked myself as I stepped into the room. I looked around first to make sure no one was in there before walking over to the lamp to shut it off. Just as I reached for the switch, I spotted something new next to it…a small teddy bear with the words, "Daddy's Girl" written on its belly. I picked it up as my heart started to pound. I definitely didn't buy this for the baby…

Suddenly, I heard the kettle begin to whistle in the kitchen. I released a soft sigh and sat the bear down on the dresser before shutting off the light and heading downstairs. I ended up stopping in the middle of the steps when the whistling suddenly stopped. Weird…that kettle should have kept whistling until I picked it up.

I narrowed my eyes and slowly finished walking down the steps. That's when I laid eyes on my front door and realized it was open. I didn't even bother to lock it since I had an intruder already. I took a deep breath and turned the corner to go into the kitchen…only to see that no one was there. The kettle however, was placed off to the side next to a tea cup that I normally used. What the hell was going on here?

I sighed and went back to my front door to lock it. Just as I turned the deadbolt, two hands landed on either side of my head making me jump.

"Hello lover."

His voice sent an instant wave of fear through my body…he found me….he actually found me.

I closed my eyes and tried to imagine that this wasn't real, but then I felt his warm breath on the back of my neck. I turned around to face him and nearly fell over when I saw how much he had changed.

His hair which was once black, was now a bright beautiful red color along with his facial hair. He seemed bigger too, muscle wise, and he dressed as though he was a normal biker guy without the black covering him. Instead of a black bandana he had a red one on over his long red locks and those same black sunglasses were on his face. He smelled good too, helping me relax only a little.

I trembled as he slowly took off his sunglasses and pierced my soul with those green eyes.

"What's the matter? Are you scared?" he asked.

Tears filled my eyes as I nodded. He smirked and gently moved one of his hands from the door, to my belly. A smile formed on his face when the baby kicked him. "Well…she's a strong one like her mother…how far along are you?" he asked as he took one of my hands into his own and led me into the kitchen.

"S-six months." I said as he pulled out a chair and sat me down in it.

I watched him as he walked to the counter where the tea kettle was and poured some hot water into my tea cup. He then opened the drawer next to him and pulled out a teabag as if he'd known where it was the whole time. He opened the tea and dipped the bag into the water before getting a spoon and some sugar and bringing it all to me.

"Here, drink this so you can relax." He said in an oddly calm voice.

I stared at it, contemplating on whether or not I should throw it on him, but something about his demeanor told me that…he wasn't going to hurt me. He sat down in the chair to my right and looked into my eyes.

"So…your dad put you here huh?" he asked.

I nodded as I mixed sugar into my slowly forming tea. "He was afraid that you were going to hurt me."

He chuckled, "And I was…until I saw your belly growing in the past few months."

I glanced down at my belly and then touched it. "You saw me?"

"Yep. I've been following you since you left the hospital. I don't know why your father thought it was a smart idea to leave you here all alone as if I wasn't going to find you or something."

I sighed and pulled the teabag from the cup. "I told you would, but he didn't listen."

"Clearly." He said. "Anyways…I'm not going to hurt you Serena. I've been doing some thinking in the past four months and I want to be a part of this child's life."

I was amazed to hear those words come from his mouth. "Are you serious?"

"Of course I am. I've always wanted a child and the fact that you're having mine makes me feel real good." He said.

I took a sip of the tea and then sighed, "Well what about your new life?"

"What new life?" he said.

"My dad said he heard you were getting married." I said.

He smirked, "I am…to you."

I glanced at him, "What are you talking about?"

He moved the chair closer to me and took my hand into his. "I know I was an ass to you before Serena, but after you went to the hospital…I had a nervous breakdown in my house."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because, the night we first met in your house, did something to me." He said. "I started developing feelings for you…real feelings."

"But you didn't say anything because it would have ruined your plan." I said.

He nodded, "Yeah. Anyways, I was going to back out of it and just worry about the title another time, but my obsession with it grew for some reason and…I don't know. I had never been in love before until the night we made love in your house."

I looked up at him, "Me neither."

He glanced at me with a soft smile. "Really?"

I nodded, "Yes and that's why it hurt me so much to find out who you really where. I could have helped you come up with a different plan to get at my dad."

He sighed and rubbed his face, "I didn't think about it that way Serena and I'm sorry. Look…I want to be a father to this child…and I want to marry you."

I gasped and stood up. "I don't know about that Mark. My father would kill me if he knew you were back in my life."

"Then I'll fight for you." He said as he stood up and approached me. "I've never been more sure about anything in my life…and I'm sure about you."

I couldn't help but smile at him. The words coming out of his mouth were more than perfect, but did he really mean them?

"Mark…I need to think about this ok? You've put me through a lot of shit, and as of this moment marrying you isn't one of my options."

He nodded, "Alright, but at least give me a chance to prove myself."

I sighed and then nodded, "Ok just be careful coming here…my dad likes to drop in at random times."

"No problem…"

We looked into each other's eyes for a moment before he stepped up and kissed me. It took me off guard…but it was so sweet at the same time.

"I'll see you tomorrow." He said before kissing my forehead and leaving the house. I had no clue where this side of him came from, but I was happy to see it.