A/N: I'm shocked at how many people liked my story, so by popular demand I'm writing more. Eli is a three year old; everyone knows how a three year old speaks so aside from the occasional word I'll be writing Eli's speech as an adult. Simply because Word puts too many red squiggly lines when I write like a three year old.

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JAMIE's POV

I finished my last photo shoot, the ever cocky 'King' and his wife 'Queen' Sharmell. I was still at a lost as to how it was that Batista got his bad reputation, as Booker and his wife were far worse. Booker's ego drove me absolutely insane it was clear that he looked down on me for being new to the company. It didn't bother me though; new to the company or not I knew that I was good at what I did. Besides I'd met my crush and he seemed to like my son; however that may have changed since he'd taken on baby sitting duties. I uploaded the evening's photos on to the computer and first saved them to the instructed Flash Drive then send them to my new boss, hoping that he would like them.

I was slightly nervous as I made my way through maze of hallways to the World Heavyweight Champions locker room. I knew he'd already filmed his promo so I saw no reason as to why he wouldn't be in his room. As I reached the correct door I noticed that it was slightly ajar, I pushed it open further and was shocked by what I found. Lying lengthways on the couch was a sleeping Animal and sprawled out across his chest was my son. They looked so cute together with similar skin tones and the same dark brown hair, Eli could nearly pass as Dave's son and I'd secretly spent many a night day dreaming that Dave was his father as opposed to the man that was. Thankfully Eli's real father and I had broken up just weeks before I discovered that I was pregnant.

Slowly I pealed my sleeping son of the large man, hoping not to wake either of them. However as I draped Eli over my shoulder he stirred,

"Are we getting Ice Cream now mommy?"

"It's time to go home honey, bed time"

"But I want ice cream!" Eli began to whine causing Dave to slowly open his eyes,

"Oh Jamie, sorry we must have fallen asleep."

"Daidee mommy says it's time to go home, no ice cream," my son appealed to his new friend and I watched as his bottom lip began to quiver, a trick that always managed to make me give in and would no doubt make Dave give in.

"Jamie I do believe you promised me a meal and your son ice cream. It's not too late and I'll get down on my knees and beg if I have to." I burst out laughing at Dave's words; he was willing to beg to get me to have a meal with him.

"Desperation will rarely get you anywhere"

"Mommy you promised we'd get ice cream"

"My son however will get you every where. Eli," I began looking at the son that now had his legs wrapped around my waist,

"Have you been a good boy?"

"Yes!"

"Did you do everything that Dave told you to do?"

"Yes"

"Dave?"

"Yea, he was great. You have one awesome son."

"Alright then food and ice cream it is then. Dave how did you get to the arena?"

"I came with the production crew on the bus"

"Well I've got my car, so how about you come with me? That is if you trust a women's driving," I smirked cheekily.

"I never question a woman's driving skills until I see them first hand," Dave smiled standing up and first picked up a sports bag before picking up a small backpack I recognised as Eli's, he must have gotten it from the Child minding area. He threw his sports bag over one shoulder and Eli's over the other before taking my son, who was attempting to climb out of my arms and back into Dave's.

"I'm being replaced," I muttered half heartedly, I knew Eli was just excited to have a male, aside from his grandfather, paying attention to him.

I'd had a crush on Dave for years, it didn't matter that he was 10 years older than me I was absolutely smitten. Watching Dave with my son was turning into the man I'd daydreamt about since the day I'd first seen him enter the ring. He was so perfect with Eli, usually when someone other than me or my parents put him in his car seat he would complain and whinge about it the entire trip however he insisted that Dave put him in his seat and he even thanked the man. I knew I was reading too deeply into things and Dave was probably just good with kids but it was the first time that Eli had someone around who just clicked with him. Dave was funny and kind and gorgeous.

I pulled up outside of Perkins knowing that it would be open and we would be able to get some semi-decent food and Eli his ice cream.

"Is this place ok with you?" I asked nervously, I felt like I was going on a date, I supposed I kind of was, after all he had asked me for a meal before he'd found out about Eli.

"Yea fine, they've got some good burgers here," Dave replied smiling slightly before unbuckling his seatbelt and going around to the backseat where my son was requesting his presence to take him out of his seat.

"Can you grab Eli's backpack, while you're back there please?" I asked watching the two males. We went in to the restaurant and were seated immediately. Five minutes later the girl returned and Dave ordered a BBQ Supreme Burger while I ordered a simple chicken Caesar salad before arguing with my son over my refusal to allow him a coke,

"DAVE!" My son whined trying to get the large man on his side,

"I will let you turn to Dave to out number me when it comes to Ice cream but there is no way I am giving you coke, especially at this time of night."

"Why can't he have it?" Dave asked, possibly remembering my warning from earlier in the evening,

"He won't sleep; he'll literately be bouncing off the walls. You simply can't control him, so we never give him coke, however if you think he should have it go ahead order it for him but he's staying with you."

"Oh please Dave? Can I?"

"He bounces off walls?" Dave asked raising an eyebrow,

"Yep, he's worse than Jeff Hardy"

"He'll a have water please" Dave turned and spoke to the waitress causing my son to begin to whinge,

"Also a plate of chicken tenders…" I began only to be interrupted by my now grumpy son,

"I don't want chicken! I want ice cream!"

"You haven't eaten since this afternoon; you refused dinner before we came out. You are not getting ice cream until you eat something"

"I don't want to!" Eli cried now standing on the seat and stamping his feet,

"Eli sit down and listen to your mother, she knows what she's talking about" Dave said backing me up for the second time in five minutes.

"I HATE YOU!" My son's behaviour was beginning to get to me, he was tired and should really be asleep yet I'd given in to the pleas of both him and Dave. If it wasn't for Dave my son would be sound asleep by now as opposed to throwing a temper tantrum in the middle of a restaurant.

"Well I don't exactly like you right now either. Now if you want ice cream instead of going home and to bed you will sit down and behave like the good boy you are," I was shocked, Dave had just disciplined my son in front of me and it had worked, Eli pouted yet he sat silently opening his backpack for a toy.

"You just disciplined my son" I muttered in shock

"Oh, I did didn't I? I'm sorry I was just in father mode," he blushed; I couldn't believe that the man was blushing. There I was sitting in Perkins with the World Heavyweight Champion and he was actually blushing. He'd said father mode, only fathers know about father mode, finally it clicked. Of course Dave was good with my son; he had three children of his own, we had even discussed his father hood earlier in the evening yet it just hadn't clicked.

"You're married," I stated in a near dazed shock,

"Well that was random. I was married I have however been divorced for close to a year."

"What's divorced?" My son asked making me realise how easy it was to forget that he was around.

"It's when two people decide that they don't want to be married any more"

"Why do they do that?"

"Well sometimes they don't love each other any more or other things happen that makes being married very hard"

"Why did you get divorced?" Now it was my turn to blush, my son was infamous for asking questions that embarrassed the hell out of me, I sent an apologetic glance to my companion yet he simply smiled slightly before shrugging.

"My wife wasn't very nice, she did some things that hurt me very badly," Dave carefully explained to my son before mouthing 'affair' in my direction, although there was no need I'd worked it out on my own and was no stranger to the concept. Eli's father had cheated on me, which had lead to our break up

"Did she make you cry?"

"Yes, she made me cry"

Dave's answers seemed to satisfy my ever curious son and he went back to the toy that he was playing with while Dave and I continued talking. We spoke about our children, he told me about his three daughters how they were from his first marriage and his marriage to Angie put a distance between him and the girls, now he was struggling to make up for lost time. While we were talking the waitress delivered our meals and despite Eli's tantrum earlier he got stuck into the food placed in front of him.

"Eli slow down, you'll make yourself sick. Sorry father mode" Dave blushed slightly as he once again began to talk to my son as though he was his own. I was thoroughly enjoying the evening and was falling hard for Dave, I'd always had a crush on him but this was seriously turning into something more. The main factor being the interaction that was occurring between the man and my son, they were getting along great and really seemed to like each other. I was beginning to have trouble remembering that Dave shouldn't be disciplining my son, as much as I wished he was, I had to remember that Dave wasn't Eli's father.

Once Eli had scoffed down his chicken tenders Dave ordered him his ice cream and once he'd finished that a glass of warm milk. It wasn't long before Eli had turned his backpack into a pillow and had drifted off to sleep,

"He's a total angel when he's like this"

"So why aren't you going to travel with him?" Dave asked looking at my now sleeping son,

"He's three and he needs a stable environment, not to travel around constantly"

"He's three; he needs his mom especially when he doesn't have a dad around," I more than anything knew this and it was killing me that I was going to leave my son, yet my parents and I had decided that this was what would be 'best' for him.

"Yea? And what about when I'm working? You saw what happened tonight, what do I do with him when I've got a shoot? There is no way he'll go back to the child care centre, what? are you going to look after him?" I asked somewhat sardonically not expecting him to agree.

"I don't think he'd have it any other way. Besides I think I love your son," Dave smiled running his hand through Eli's hair.

I was in shock; he was willing to put up with my son, while he was working so that I would be able to work. Not only that but he loved my son.