Disclaimer: Blah. OCs are mine. WWE isn't. TNA isn't. Iced coffee isn't. So with that being said…
Chapter Eight:
Manny opened the door wider than it was and gestured her mother and baby sister in the house.
"So…baby." Manny shut the door behind her and hopped with her mother into the kitchen.
"Want to hold her?" Carmen, Manny's mom, said as she sat the baby carrier on the floor by the stool, and took the baby out.
"No. You know I'm not good with kids and that I don't play well with others. How did this happen?"
"Do I have to give you the talk?"
"It's kinda too late for that." Manny told her mother before going into the frig and pulling out a carton of orange juice.
"So I've heard."
"Whatever." Manny rolled her eyes before setting the orange juice on the island and then getting two glass cups from the cabinet. "I meant, I'm 24, you're 47. Shouldn't you have menopause?"
"I haven't started menopause yet, and I just figured that I'd be starting soon so I'd stopped the birth control. And well…tada."
"Tada my ass! I have a baby sister. You could've at least told me you were pregnant."
"I knew you wouldn't like it. After all, you don't even like AJ."
"I don't know AJ."
"Which is why you should get to know him. And well, I figured that you wouldn't like your sister."
"She's more my sibling than AJ is."
"How so?"
"You're more my parent than Lloyd is."
"What does that have to do with AJ?" she questioned.
"Everything." Manny poured the orange juice into both glasses.
"So…what's her name?" Manny put the rest of the orange juice into the frig.
"Julia Caitlyn Mendez."
"Ew." Manny took a deep breath. "How old is she?"
"Almost two months."
"You had eleven months to tell me about this, Carmen."
"Carmen? Since when am I Carmen?"
Manny took one glass of orange juice and handed it to her mom. "Since you lied to me, ugh, I don't know you at all. How could you not tell me?"
"Because of your sister issues."
"My sister issues?" Manny took a sip of her orange juice.
"With AJ. I didn't want that with Julia."
"You could've told me and I could've prepared. How do you think those sister issues are going to effect me now?"
"I don't know."
"Of course you don't. Does grandma and grandpa know?"
Carmen looked down. "I told them soon as I found out."
Manny was silent. "So they lied to me too."
"I told them not to tell you."
"Putting my own family against me?"
"It's not like that."
"Than tell me what it's like."
Carmen was silent.
"Get out."
"Excuse me."
"Get out! Leave my house and just don't talk to me."
"I'm sorry, baby."
"Leave."
"Okay. I'll give you time to think." Carmen put Julia back into her carrier.
"You'll give me time to think? What the hell, ma." Manny rolled her eyes.
Carmen stood up. "I'm sorry, Manuela."
"You should be."
"Are you going to show me to the door?"
"You know where it is." Manny downed the rest of her orange juice as her mother left the room.
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It was three hours later when Manny's cell phone rang. She was in the market, pushing the shopping cart.
"Hello?" she answered, pushing the shopping cart with her forearms, her weight leaning onto it and her injured foot swinging to the side, carelessly.
"It's Dixie."
"Oh hey."
"I heard about your injury. It kind of puts me at a standstill."
"How so?" she wondered as she put spaghetti noodles into her cart.
"At the Pay-Per-View you need to defend it, and you kinda can't."
"I'll surrender it. Ohh, wait…better yet, I have an idea!" Manny smirked evilly as she passed the containers that contained her weakness – white chocolate pretzels. "White chocolate pretzels!" Manny squealed in delight.
"And do tell what is the idea, Manuela?"
"Manuela? Ugh, that name sounds so sexual."
Dixie laughed. "Sexually sophisticated."
Manny heard a beep on her phone and pulled it away from her ear to see who it was.
"Hey, Dix, can I call you back later?"
"Yeah, no prob. We should set up a meeting so you can tell me about your idea."
"Alright, bye." Before hearing Dixie's reply, Manny clicked over. "Hey, what's up?" she said softly before walking to the pretzels bin and grabbing a produce bag.
"Nothing, just chilling with some of my friends. How's your day so far?"
Before she could reply she was cut off. "Alright, damn. I was about to tell her, well I didn't want to sound so blunt." He told the person he was with. "I was wondering if you wanted to come over…" he paused. "My friend wants to meet with you."
Manny laughed. "Who's this friend?"
"Come over and see."
Manny rolled her eyes and put pretzels into the produce bag. "Let me talk to him or I'm not coming over."
She heard him replay the message to his friend before his friend got on the phone. "Hello."
"Hi, umm…you want to meet me?"
"Yeah, I do. Is that okay?"
"It's interesting." Manny grabbed a twist tie before tying the bag of pretzels and dropped them into her cart. She pushed her cart while only walking with one foot. "What's your name?"
"Why reveal the grand secret?"
"Why not tell me, got something to hide?"
He was silent.
"So you are hiding something? How close are you and Jay?" she was referring to Jay Reso better known as Christian Cage.
"Close, almost like brothers." Was his truthful response.
"Please tell me you aren't Edge from WWE."
"I'm not Edge from WWE."
"Then what's your name?" Before he could answer Manny got another beep on her cell. "Ugh, can't people stop calling me?" She asked herself.
"Sorry." Jay's friend said, rudely.
"Not you, I have a beep. Let me call you back later." Before she heard his reply, she clicked over and stopped her cart in the middle of an isle.
"What?"
"How are you holding up?"
"Fine."
"Do you need anything?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Can we meet up?"
"No."
"I don't understand you, how the hell can you be half Jones?"
"I don't know, AJ. I wonder the same thing all the time. Just because I'm not like you don't mean that I'm any less of a person. Sure, I'm not the sister you want, and I wish I wasn't the sister you claimed. We were raised apart from each other. Grew up in different homes, different lifestyles. We're complete opposites, so yeah…we don't get along, and I really don't care. I don't know why you try to make an effort. AJ, I will never look as you as a brother, so please just stop trying to be my sibling." Before hearing his response, Manny ended the call.
--
"Yo, Randy!" John Cena called at the Raw house show catering area, as he went to his best friend's table.
"What's up?"
"Vince wants you on ECW on Tuesday, there's word going around that TNA is trying to crash."
Randy sighed. He was in too deep with this WWE/TNA war and it barely started. Randy nodded at John. "Okay, I'll be there."
"Alright." John nodded. "You gonna eat that?" he asked, pointing to Randy's untouched cheese burger.
"Nah, you go ahead." He pushed his tray towards John. "I'm going to go call the Mrs."
"Okay." John shrugged before he began to demolish the cheese burger.
Randy stood and grabbed his cell phone from the table before leaving the catering and going to a secluded area. He dialed Samantha's cell phone number.
"Baby…"
"You don't know how good it is to hear your voice."
"I miss you so much. And I feel the same. When is your next day off? Randy, I need you."
"I miss you too, I don't know when my next day off it. And I doubt it'll be soon with the TNA business going on, I'm in too deep. Right in the middle."
"I'm so stressed out with this."
"I feel guilty about what happened, it's hard. Not to mention all those people that curse me out on the street and want to fight me. It doesn't help that I was already playing a heel on TV too."
"I can't imagine how bad that must be. I know people at work are going crazy over it, and all the media attention it's getting. I even read an article that says Raw Superstar Randy gets TNA. It mentions how you cheated on me and that I'm such a fool for not filing for divorce." Samantha sniffled. "They don't understand our love Randy, none of it. And it's not your fault for what happened. She had a decision too, she made her decision, and you made yours."
"One that I shouldn't have made, babe. I hurt you so bad."
"You always hurt me Randy, but I love you so much. You're the one, I said till death do us part, and we're no where near dying, yet. I'm in for the long haul, forever. And yeah, you may have cheated on me, but I knew what I was getting into and that it was a possibility, damn it! Not even my mom will understand that." Samantha started to sob and Randy wished that he could comfort her.
"Thanks for believing in me."
"Always. You're my husband, the love of my life, the father of my child. We're going to make this work and be together in peace. Without the media and all the people who say we won't last."
"We'll prove them wrong." He agreed.
"Together we're strong, and we're weak when we're not together."
"We're always together."
"Mentally, emotionally, even if it's not physically for the most part."
Randy was silent before asking a question that has always been in his mind. "Do you regret it?"
"Regret what?"
"Marrying me. With my job, being away."
"I know what I signed on to. When I said "I do" and mailed my heart off to you. I signed up to be a wrestler wife, being away comes with that title."
"But do you regret it?"
"You're happy, I'm happy. Be ecstatic if you were here. But I respect your job, and I know it's what you love to do."
"I'd rather be there with you right now."
"I'd rather you be here and holding me in your arms."
"I love you Sam."
"I love you Randy."
"I need to go." He told her.
"Okay. And Randy, baby. I don't regret, not for a second."
"I love you and our baby more than anything."
"Me too. I love you more than anyone can know."
"I know, baby…I know." Randy hung up his cell phone.
--
Manny didn't have to knock on Jay's door, because it was slightly open and loud music was playing from the pool area. Manny knew that Jay had probably sent his wife, Denise, to a spa.
She walked in the house and went straight to the backyard pool. She raised an eyebrow as she noticed guys and girls dancing up all on each other.
Jay was sitting there, tanning on a lawn chair. Manny laughed and rolled her eyes, she noticed that the lawn chair next to him was occupied and she knew him to be the one that wanted to meet her. She smirked before going over to both guys who had sunglasses on and looking face up at the sky.
Without saying any words or making her presence known she sat down on Jay's friend's chest.
"What the fuck?" his friend, who she instantly recognized and knew as WWE Superstar – Edge yelled.
Jay lifted his head and looked at Manny and then to Adam. Adam lifted his head, but couldn't really move his body.
"Hey, Jay. Edge."
"Call me Adam."
"No. You're a WWE superstar. An enemy, not a friend." Manny looked to Jay. "He's an enemy." She repeated.
"He's my best friend."
"Who has ears and doesn't need your disrespect."
"But that's what you're going to get."
"I like a challenge."
Manny looked at him dead in his eyes. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me."
"Not clearly, because I thought you said, 'I like a challenge'"
"I did say that."
"Right." Manny's cell phone rang and she forcefully opened it. "Yeah?"
"Can you make coffee at Starbucks on Sunday?" Dixie's voice floated into Manny's ear.
"Yeah, I can."
"And are we still set for Monday?"
Manny looked to Adam and smirked. "Hells yeah."
"Alright, see you then."
"Bye." Manny hung up her phone, still looking at Adam and smirking.
"What happened to your foot?" Adam asked.
Manny rolled her eyes but didn't say thing.
"She broke a few toes." Jay answered for her. "Kicked a pole after Impact."
"Where your WWE friends crashed."
"Yeah, I saw that."
"I'm not surprised." Manny stood off of Adam. "I'll see you later Jay, when he's not around." Manny hoped away, pushing passed people while muttering quick 'excuse me'.
"Lovely girl." Adam said, watching Manny go through the door.
"Yeah, but don't get any ideas. AJ will murder you." Christian laid his head down and stared faced up, soaking up the sunrays.
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A/n: Yay! Finally, I finished the chap. I wanted to post it on Thursday, but I had my little cousins here and one of them is a computer hog. And then Friday I wrote some, but not enough to complete the chap. But ta-da! Here it is. Review and tell me what you think.