Yeah I am so sorry writers block sucks. I had to like force myself to sit down and write productivly. Sorry if this chapters not the best but at this point it's the best I could do. As always enjoy and review.
After a few games of I Spy, and ABC License Plates, the boys started taking turns asking if they were there yet. Paul laughed and shook his head every time.
"Not yet guys sorry." He said.
"Are we there yet now?" Luc asked.
"Nope not even close." Paul said.
"How bout now?" Brandon asked.
"Sorry." Paul said.
"Now?" Luc asked.
"Nope, I told you before we left it was a long drive." Paul said.
The groaned and stared out the windows. The boys fell asleep soon after lulled by the steady movement of the car and scenery. The radio was on but all that could be heard was a faint voices and beats. Kayla did her best not to look at Paul so he wouldn't start up a conversation. He sighed and shifted. "So when was the last time you talked to Josh?" he asked casually.
"The boys' birthday party." She said.
"You mean that he hasn't called or seen these two in almost a year?" he asked.
"Yeah, he's been really busy with work and OVW." She said looking out the window at the passing scenery.
"We've been by OVW about three times since the boys' birthday." He said.
"He works a lot." She said.
"It takes so much time and energy to pick up a phone." He said sarcastically.
"Why are you yelling at me?" she asked.
"Because you always defend him he doesn't deserve it, he doesn't deserve you or those two boys." He said angrily.
"Paul… please just leave it be." She whispered.
"No the Kayla I know and love doesn't run from her problems she faces them head on no matter what, don't change that." He said.
"It hurts too much okay? Is that what you wanted to hear? I will never understand why he doesn't love those boys, I mean I know he loves them but why he doesn't want to be with them or talk to them. I know I'm not what he wants and I accept that but I have to explain to those boys why their daddy doesn't call or come to see them and that hurts me, Paul, because it hurts them." She said blinking back tears.
"No that's not what I wanted to hear Kayla, because just like it hurts you to see the boys hurt it hurts me to see you hurt." He said softly.
She wiped at her tears and looked at him. He reached across the seat and gave her hand a comforting squeeze.
"You know what the boys' first word was?" she asked a few minutes later.
"Yeah, they both said dada. I was there remember?" he asked.
"They only said it when you were around." She whispered.
"I had to explain to them that you weren't they're daddy when they got older." She said. "Really?" he asked.
She nodded.
"They didn't understand, you were always there for them, hanging out with them, teaching them stuff, telling them stuff. They cried." She said.
"I'm sorry that they did and I would like nothing more than to be their daddy, I already treat them like they are my sons." He said.
Kayla quickly looked away not quite sure she could say the rest of what she had to say if she looked at him.
"They've already had one daddy walk out on them I don't need another man that they love and idolize do that to them because of a lust based relationship." She said barely above a whisper.
He pulled the truck over and parked it and turned to face her.
"Do you really think that I would do that to them? Do you really think if we weren't together I'd stop hanging out with them, stop talking to them, and stop loving them?" he asked.
She couldn't look at him. He reached out and gently grabbed her chin to force her to look at him.
"Look at me, Kayla, answer my question." He said.
She looked up at him and blinked back the tears that threatened to fall.
"I don't know, honestly, look at what Josh said and what he did and now you're saying the same things." She said.
"I'm not him so stop comparing me to him. I will never be him or like him. I am my own man, not some little boy who says stupid shit to get in some girls pants. If that's what I wanted I could have it by looking at a girl not lying to them about it and believe me they would know right off the bat it was no strings attached good old fashioned sex and nothing else. I don't lie about that, I've never had to, and I'm not going to start now." He said irritably.
She didn't say anything and tried to look away but he held her chin firmly.
"Well I was that girl who some little boy said stupid shit to; you know what they say, once burned twice shy." She said.
"I'm not a little boy, I'm a 38 year old man and I didn't mean it like that, and you aren't just some girl to me." He said.
"How do I know that?" she asked.
He just shook his head.
"You never have been don't you think if that's what I wanted all along we could have done that and been done with it? Or I would have just said I want to have sex with you instead of sitting here and getting my ass kicked?" he asked.
She blinked rapidly trying to stop her tears from falling. He shook his head.
"I guess I'll just have to prove it." He muttered and pulled back onto the highway.
She looked in the backseat to reassure herself her boys were still fast asleep. She turned and looked out the window and thought about everything he had said. It was true and made sense Paul always had women falling all over him and themselves trying to hook up with him. She had grown up watching most of the guys backstage taking their pick of the ring rats until they settled down and got into serious relationships, got married, or had kids.
She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and seen him adjusting the review mirror to look at the boys. A warm smile tugged at his lips and he focused back on the road. She looked back out at the passing scenery not able to concentrate on it. The passing scenery, the low hum of the radio, the smooth ride, and her less troubled thoughts lulled her to sleep.
Paul glanced over at her and noticed her slumped against the window. He then looked in the back seat and seen both the boys slumped against the windows. They were masculine versions of their mother. They had the same green eyes, dark hair, and facial features. He reached across the seat and guided her head to his shoulder and she snuggled against him. He sighed contented and focused back on the road. When they got there he pulled into the parking lot and turned off the car.
"Uncle Paul?" he heard and turned around.
"Yeah." He said seeing Luc rub his eyes sleepily.
"Don't wake Mommy up; she really didn't sleep that well last night. When I got up in the middle of the night she was crying and then Brandon got up awhile after me and said when he looked in she still was." He said.
Paul smiled at the little boys concern for his mom.
"Okay, Luc, why don't we get you guys out and maybe you could help me with the bags and I'll carry her in." he said.
He nodded and nudged his brother awake. Paul got out and strapped his and Kayla's bags over his shoulder and handed the boys the smaller bags. He then went around the truck and gently picked her up and they walked in. The boys dropped the bags when they got in his locker room and cleared the couch. He then laid her down and turned to see the two boys looking at him.
"What?" he asked.
"Wanna play wrestling with us?" Brandon asked.
He nodded and Luc opened a backpack filled with their toys and got out several wrestling action figures.
"I have a better idea." He said and led the two boys out of the locker room and down to the ring.
"Want to learn the basics?" He asked.
The two boys nodded eagerly.
Paul taught them how to take a bump, lock up, and a few submission moves.
"Might want to keep your grip a little tighter, Brandon, otherwise they'll slip right out or reverse it." Shawn advised.
"Hey Grandpa, Uncle Paul's teaching us the basics." Brandon said.
"I see, and you boys are doing really well." Shawn said.
"That's cuz it runs in our blood, grandpa." Luc said smirking.
"Damn right it does." He said.
He smiled and slipped in the ring much to his grandsons' delight. Paul eyed him wearily but they continued the boys' lesson. After about an hour they were all tired and sweaty. "Thanks Grandpa thanks Uncle Paul." The boys said as they were walking up the ramp. Paul smiled and lifted them both over his shoulders. The two boys kicked and giggled and he set them down.
"You both are getting too big." He said.
"You can lift Grandpa up and we're heavy?" Luc asked skeptically.
"I'm not that heavy." Shawn complained.
"Nah not that big but it does take some extra effort to lift your ass up lately." Paul said. "I wouldn't be talking." Shawn shot back.
They walked back to Paul's locker room and before the boys could barge in Paul got to the door and slowly opened it seeing Kayla still fast asleep on the couch.
"Hey guys want to hang out with Grandpa?" Shawn asked seeing his daughter asleep on the couch.
"Yeah." Luc said and both boys grabbed one of his hands and he allowed himself to be tugged away.
Paul slipped in his locker room and sat on the other end of the couch and settled in to take a nap.
"Grandpa?" Brandon said.
"What's up Brand?" Shawn asked when he got them to his locker room.
"Why doesn't our daddy want to see us?" He asked.
Shawn sighed.
"I don't know Brand, only he does. All I know is that he's missing out on two great kids." Shawn said.
Being as young as they were they accepted his answer and started playing. A few minutes later Luc came up to him.
"What's up Luc?" Shawn asked.
"So is Uncle Paul or Uncle Shane going to be our new daddy?" He asked.
"Um… I think that's a question you should ask you mom and them." He said. "Grandpa?" Brandon asked a few minutes later.
"Who wants ice cream?" Shawn said loudly before either boy could ask another question.