Thanks for the reviews for chapter one! They were all positive and amazing :) Thank you! Here's chapter 2.
-Emma's POV, the next day-
My mom, Aiden, my fake dad and I were sitting in the living room, reflecting. Last night I broke the news to them about the DNA, and none of us can believe it.
"Tony and I had sex and the next day I was already showing symptoms…I just….i can't believe it," My mom said, trying to figure all this stuff out.
"You don't have sex and then just show symptoms the next day, it takes at least a week," I Sighed.
"Well…how many men did you have sex with before me?" Tony—the first name of my fake dad- asked.
"Um…hmm, well I got pregnant with Emma while I was 20 and didn't meet you until early November so that means she was conceived late October…so…Three men." My mom said.
"THREE!" Aiden asked. "Dang mom…doesn't that make you a slut then?"
"AIDEN! Tony shouted.
"One was serious, the other two were One Night stands," My mom said.
"Well…who were they?" I Asked.
"Michael Manning was the serious one," My mom said, then taking a quick look at me. "But he can't be your dad, don't share anything with him except his skin color."
"The other guys?" Tony asked her.
"I don't remember one of their names…but he was black so he can't be your dad," My mom said, causing me to roll my eyes. "The other one… I think his name was… Phil Brooks?"
"CM PUNK?" Aiden shouted, his eyes lighting up after he heard the name.
"Who?" I Asked.
"CM Punk!" Aiden said, smiling. "He's the BEST wrestler in the world!" I Quickly shot my head over by my mom.
"You had sex with a professional wrestler?" I shouted at her.
"He wasn't a professional anything when we did it," My mom rolled her eyes.
Aiden got up on his feet and walked over to me and started looking at me hard as my mom just did.
"Same skin color, same eye color, similar facial features…" Aiden said.
"Is that all?" I Asked.
"No, he's a total loudmouth who doesn't care, just like you," He said.
"Oh, well he must be her dad then," Tony commented. I rolled my eyes at his comment, nothing new. Then I looked over at my mom.
"Well…what's going to happen?" I asked. My mom shrugged.
"I Don't know… I don't," My mom sighed.
"Well…when can I meet him?" I asked as all eyes turned to me.
"You wanna meet him?" My mom asked.
"Well, he is my dad…." I Said.
Tony and my mom just looked at each other, trying to come up with an excuse.
"Well, you heard Aiden! He's a professional wrestler! He's probably too busy," My mom said.
"ACTUALLY," Aiden stepped in again. "I heard he got injured last night AND he lives in Chicago, too." My mom looked so pissed off now.
"CALL HIM," I Said. "He's my dad, and I have every right to meet him."
My mom sighed in defeat.
"Give me a moment," She said, grabbing her Blackberry and leaving the room.
It's been 12 years since my Mom and that Phil guy last spoke, I don't know what she's gonna do, but I know she's going to do whatever it takes to locate him for me.
-Couple minutes away-
CM Punk was currently in his car on his way back to his loft in Chicago. He had just gotten an MRI, which he swears will someday be the death of him. He still can't move his shoulder, which was why he was driving with only his right arm. He kept cursing under his breath because of the traffic. He loved almost everything about Chicago- except the traffic, especially in the winter. Then his cellphone rang. Traffic wasn't going anywhere, so he just rolled his eyes and grabbed his cellphone out of his pocket. He wasn't familiar with the number, but he answered it anyway.
"Hello?" Phil asked, as traffic slightly cleared and he could start again. He held his phone up by moving his other shoulder up to hold the phone in between his ear and shoulder.
"Is this Phil Brooks?" A Women on the other side of the phone said.
"Idiot," Phil said immediately after. "You're the one calling ME and you're asking who I am? Who are YOU?"
Charlotte covered her phone up real quick and sighed. "It's Phil…" She said softly to herself real quick.
"My name is Charlotte, Charlotte Gonzalez," Charlotte said.
"Phil Brooks…you dial a wrong number or something?" Phil asked.
"No jackass…you gave me your number," Charlotte huffed.
"Quite the language…" Phil smirked, but then got confused. "When the hell did I give you my number?"
"Back in October of 1999," Charlotte.
"DAMN, you have a good memory…" Phil said.
"That's not the point!" Charlotte said. "Look, I have something important to tell you."
"Alright, what is it?" Phil kind of laughed. He figured she wanted one more night with him like they had twelve years ago. He doesn't remember what they did EXACTLY, but he gave him her number. He must've least gotten her panties off.
"I just learned you're the father of my 12 year old child," Charlotte said.
Phil's eyes popped wide open and he didn't even notice Traffic was slowing again and he didn't hit the brakes, causing him to go STRAIGHT into another car. It wasn't until the car crashed that Phil got back into reality.
"SHIT!" Phil said, with the Phone covered up. Then he picked the phone back up. "Could you hold on for a moment?" He said, as calm as he could.
"Um…sure," Charlotte said.
Phil put his phone down and got out of the car, as well as the man he crashed into.
"WHAT THE HELL, MAN!" The man said at first, but cooled down after seeing Phil's hand tattoos, clearly assuming Phil was some type of gang member from Southside.
"Sorry dude," Phil said. "I just found out I had a kid from a women I haven't seen since the 90s….i kinda spaced out, sorry…"
"Oh…um…It's fine! Just continue what you're doing and I'll…you know, call my insurance company and figure this whole thing out!" The man said, clearly afraid of Phil and judging him. Clearly.
Phil took a deep breath and got his mind wrapped around what he had just heard from Charlotte. He is the biological father of a 12 year old child. He couldn't believe it. He was POSITIVE he wore a condom that night. Maybe it slipped off? Maybe it just didn't work good enough? Phil didn't know, he was just overwhelmed. He took another deep breath, then grabbed his cell phone again.
"I'm back!" Phil said.
"Is everything okay?" Charlotte asked.
"Fine! Just Fine!" Phil said, trying not to sound nervous or anything. "So…we have a kid together…12 years old…"
"I'm surprised too…" Charlotte said.
"So…What's his name?" Phil said, smiling. He figured that his son was athletic like himself, and that made him happy, despite being surprised at this.
"It's a she, and her name's Emma," Charlotte said, as that smile disappeared off of Phil's face.
"Oh…a girl…" Phil said. He knew she could possibly be athletic, but she's also a girl. A Pre-teen girl. Obsessing over her looks, boy drama… a boy would be WAY easier.
"Yeah, it wasn't until my son pointed out to me she's JUST like you," Charlotte said.
"You have a son?" Phil asked. "You sure he isn't mine instead?"
"Positive," Charlotte laughed. "He's a wrestling fan and told us all about you. You and Emma really are alike."
"Really?" Phil asked. "Interesting….so um…uh…what happens now?"
"Well….when I figured this out, Emma basically demanded to meet you, since you're her father and all…" Charlotte said.
"Oh…well um….uh…" Phil said, trying to figure out something. He didn't know Emma, but his blood was running through her veins, they at least deserved to meet each other. "Where you guys live?"
"Over in Oak Park, it's by the United Center," Charlotte said.
"Oh…I live about 20 minutes away," Phil said. "It's a loft in Wicker Park. You can tell it's mine since it'll have a Silver SUV out front with a Cubs flag hanging on my mailbox."
"Alright…so…um…when do you wanna meet Emma?" Charlotte asked.
"I'm injured so I won't be wrestling again for a couple months," Phil explained. "So uh, if Emma's not doing anything tomorrow…you can bring her over and I can get some dinner for her and…yeah," Phil shrugged.
"Alright, fine, I'll bring her over after school tomorrow, that's fine with you?" Charlotte asked.
"Yes, absolutely!" Phil said.
"Alright, she gets off of school at 2:15…so around uh, 2:30 then," Charlotte said.
"Alright, I'll see you two then," Phil said.
"Sounds like a deal!" Charlotte said. "See you tomorrow, Phil. Bye."
"Yeah, same goes for you," Phil said. "Bye."
Charlotte hung up her phone first and put it into her pocket, then took a deep breath and ran her fingers through her thin, long brunette hair. She took another deep breath, then headed back into the living room where her daughter, her husband and their son were, then sat next Emma.
"So…I got off the phone with Phil a moment ago," Charlotte said to her.
"And…?" Emma asked, waiting for her mom to say something else.
"And, tomorrow I'm going on my lunch break late and I'm picking you up from school and taking you to go meet him," Charlotte said, as Emma's face lit up.
"You get to meet CM Punk!" Aiden said, his face lit up as well.
"I get to meet my dad!" Emma asked, with a big grin.
"Wow…" Tony shrugged. He didn't know what to say, so he got up and left. Charlotte sighed, then got up as well to go talk to her husband.
Emma stayed, her face still lit up. She couldn't believe it, she was actually going to meet her real dad, she felt like a kid in a candy store, but then, she quickly frowned and started wondering to herself if this Phil guy wasn't good? What if he was a HORRIBLE person? What if he didn't like her? She started wondering if this was the right decision after all.
20 Minutes away, CM Punk had just gotten to his loft in Wicker Park. He took off his coat carefully, and then he hung it up on the rack with his right arm since he still had no movement in his left. He went into the kitchen and grabbed an ice cold Pepsi and cracked it open, then took a big sip out of it. He sighed, then walked into his living room and sat on his couch. He put his Pepsi down on the coffee table in front of him, then pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed the number of his long time friend Scott, but most people know him as Colt Cabana.
"Hello?" Colt answered.
"Colt, it's Punk," Phil said.
"Hey man, how's your shoulder? Did you get your MRI done?" Colt asked.
"An MRI will eventually be the death of me, I swear," Phil said, shaking his head, then sighing. "But uh, I have more important things on my mind…"
"Like what?" Colt asked, confused.
"Oh man…" Phil sighed again. "I think I just made a HUGE mistake…."