Hello Hello y'all! Just a small announcement and the Disclaimer; first off yes I am using their real names (Only the shield). Usually I don't like doing that but with this specific tale I couldn't resist. Also several of you might be confused on the timeline of the matches and such (Example in the last chapter, Seth aka Colby is WWE Champ.)Well this is before Joe wins the title and such, please don't get upset if I get some matches wrong; my main concern is Joe and my OC. But I will try and get some of it right. Anyways, DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING OTHER THAN MY OC.

Without further delay, here's chapter two.

Song for the chapter: "Unsteady" by X Ambassadors , …..P.S: There's a little "sorpresa" added for my lovely P.S.B followers and my fellow Roman lovers.

'Just a few more days' Joe thought as he did his 30th chin up.

Just 2 weeks and he would be home in Florida. He would be home with his wife and his little girl, just the thought of seeing his daughter made a smile appear on his face.

But that wasn't the only thing that made him smile, a pair of brown eyes hidden behind a burgundy bob with a smile that somehow made his sour morning turn into a sweet day. It had been 4 weeks since he last saw her brown eyes. Somehow he couldn't get her eyes, as ordinary as they were, out of his mind.

Dropping to the floor, Joe wiped his forehead with his towel. 'She was cute, but I doubt I would see her again' he thought finishing up his workout before heading back to the hotel.

Just as Joe made it back to his room, his phone rang out. Quickly he pulled out his phone, swiping his thumb on the green to answer.

"Hello?"

"Daddy?"

In seconds, Joe felt like doing cartwheels. He hadn't heard his little girl's voice in so long, he nearly forgot how light and gentle her little voice was. "Hey Jazzy, what's going on baby" he asked excitedly.

"Nothing...I made you a picture daddy." She said softly, her voice sounding like she was smiling.

Joe smiled as he held back his tears; he had missed his angel so much. It had been weeks since he last spoken or seen her. But that didn't matter at the moment, he would deal with that later; right now he would sit and enjoy talking with his favorite girl. "That's good baby, where's mommy?"

The phone suddenly grew silent making Joe feel uneasy, quickly glancing at the screen Joe saw the call was still going on. With the idea of the call dropping gone, he now wondered why did his daughter go stiff when he mentioned her mother.

"Jasmine," He said firmly, his daughter knew the tone of his voice when he wasn't joking anymore.

"Yes daddy," she said lightly, not answering the question.

"Where's mommy?" Joe asked again, glancing at his phone again; noticing it was an unknown number.

Just as Joe put the phone back to his ear, he heard his daughter sniff as if she was crying.

"Baby why you crying?" he asked, feeling more and more confused.

"Mommy went out, she said I couldn't use my phone unless...it was…an...em…emergency." Jasmine sniffed as she wiped away her tears her daddy didn't see. "But…but you said ….to call you when I miss you, and mommy left…the phone on the charger..." Jasmine cried, hiccupping between nearly every word.

Joe could feel his hand ball up into a fist at the idea of his wife leaving their daughter alone, not to mention all the times he tried calling and never getting an answer. Now his theory of her ignoring him seemed more and more real, but why would she torture their daughter by not letting her talk to him?

'One step at a time Joe' he thought before calming his daughter down. "It's alright sweetie," he said gently, "Who's at the house with you?" he asked, trying to sound calm and not make his daughter anymore upset.

"Nonna," she sniffed, wiping her eyes "Daddy, am…am I in trouble?"

Joe couldn't help but chuckle at his daughter's light little voice, "No sweetie, you're not in trouble. But when did mommy get you a phone?" he asked, growing curious about his 6 year old getting a phone without him knowing about it.

"A few days ago, she said I'm a big girl and I needed a phone. But mommy uses it sometimes" she explained, Joe could tell she calmed down a little; hearing a few hiccups from his baby girl.

His daughter maybe calm, but Joe was anything but the word. He was upset, mad, pissed, furious, frustrated, aggravated, disturbed; but mostly he was confused. He was confused on what his wife was thinking, even though she left their daughter with his mother, he still was curious as to why she didn't take Jasmine with her.

Joe could feel his rage burn in his stomach like he just ate a ghost pepper. But he knew he had to calm down, his daughter was looking for him to comfort her and he would do just that. There would be a cold day in hell when he would let his rage take over in front of his daughter; he wouldn't be able to live with himself if his daughter was scared of him.

"Baby, can you give the phone to nonna please. I need to speak with her for a minute okay?" he said softly with his eyes closed, thinking on what he could do from where he was.

"Ok daddy"

Joe sighed as he kept the phone to his ear,

How could Janice do something so stupid as to give a 6 year old a phone and not tell him! Yes it was the 21st century and kids all over had tablets and IPods but Joe refused to have his child become a mindless zombie, constantly on her phone and exposed to everything online. She was just a kid and she would be a kid until he said otherwise.

"Hello?"

Recognizing the voice, Joe let go of a breath he never knew he was holding.

"Ma, its Joe." He said standing on his feet, staring to pace.

He heard his mother sigh in relief before she spoke, "Aye, thank God. Jazzy comes into the kitchen with a phone I've never seen before and she said daddy wants to talk to me. I didn't know what to think." She said in one breath, "Leati, what were you thinking getting this child a phone!" his mother began to fuss at him.

Joe sighed as his mother went on and on about child perverts and other sickos out there that could try and get their hands on his daughter. The more his mother went on, the more Joe could feel his blood pressure go up. He didn't need this type of stress!

"Leati! Leati Joseph Anoa'i! Answer me when I ask you a question! Why did you get Jasmine a phone? Rispondi alla domanda (Answer the question)!" she fussed in Italian, calling out his full name. Joe knew he was in for the ass chewing of a lifetime if he didn't explain soon.

Joe shook his head as he took a deep breath, "Ma, I didn't get her the phone. I didn't even know she had a phone until she called me just a few minutes ago." Joe explained. "Non sapevo (I didn't know)"

Joe heard his mother sigh on the other end, before hearing a chair squeak. Joe sighed as he did the same and sat down on his bed, this was something both were NOT expecting his wife to do. She literally bought their daughter a phone and kept it a secret from everyone including himself.

"Ma, cosa sta succedendo (what's going on), dove di Janice (where's Janice)?" Joe said, trying to calm down.

His mother knew when he didn't want his daughter to know what they were talking about they would speak in Italian, yes it was sometimes unfair but it made sure his little girl would remain oblivious in any adult situation until she learned the language; which he was sure his mother was teaching her but only the basics. So it seemed safe to say she wouldn't know what they were saying.

"Lei detto usciva con degli amici (She said she was going out with friends)," he heard his mother sigh, probably rubbing her forehead to ease the headache, "shopping e cosa no (shopping and what not)"

"Quanto tempo fa, (How long ago)?" Joe asked, rubbing his own temple.

"Stamattina (this morning)" his mother replied, making Joe bite his bottom lip to hold back the curse words he wished he could say. With his own mother on the phone, he wouldn't say anything that would get him slapped upside the head when he came home.

Turning his wrist, Joe looked at his watch and saw that it was nearly 3. "Lei è andata per 6 ore (she went for 6 hours)?"

"Non ho sentito da lei da quando aveva lasciato (I have not heard from her since she left)" his mother admitted,

Joe let out a heavy sigh, contemplating on coming home early and dealing with all the madness; but then he would have to answer to his parents who constantly tell him that he has a job to do and a daughter to provide for. As he ran his fingers through the front of his hair, Joe knew what the answer was to his internal battle. He would have to suck it up until he made it home, then and only then he would deal with things.

"Grazie mama (Thanks mama), può Jasmine stare con te e papà mentre sono via? (Jasmine can be with you and dad while I'm gone?)" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"Certamente (of course) Mi metterò le sue cose in questo momento (I will get her things at this time)" his mother replied.

Joe couldn't help but have a small smile on his face, "Grazie ancora mamma (thanks again mom)"

"Pensare nulla di esso Leati (think nothing of it Leati) Vorresti parlare con Jasmine di nuovo (You want to talk to Jasmine again)" she asked, knowing he did. A mother knows, of course.

"Sì, ti amo mamma (yeah, love you mom)" Joe said with a sigh, glad that he had his family support, especially his mother checking in on his wife and daughter while he was out of town.

"Ti amo anch'io (I love you too). Jasmine, tuo padre vuole parlare con te (Your father wants to talk to you)" she said passing the phone to her granddaughter.

"Si papa (yes daddy)" Jasmine said sweetly,

Joe felt his face drop in shock when his mother spoke to Jasmine in Italian; he smiled, proud that his daughter was learning the language of his mother but also hoping she didn't hear the full conversation.

'Jazzy knows better, she's smarter than she lets on and she is respectful.' He thought,

Even with that in mind, Joe couldn't help but think that the cat's outta the bag. But knowing his mother, she probably sent Jas into the other room while the adults talked.

"So, nonna is teaching you Italian." Joe chuckled, knowing he couldn't stay mad at his daughter.

Jasmine giggled, "Si"

Joe smiled, his little angel was learning so much; he just prayed she learned the right things and not the wrong. It was times like this that were the hardest on him; his little girl was growing up and he was missing out on it.

"Mi manchi il mio angelo, sarò presto a casa (I miss you my angel, I'll be home soon)" he said lightly, feeling a small tear fall from his eye.

"Mi manchi troppo papa (I miss you too daddy)" Jasmine replied, her soft voice sounding like she was smiling.

Joe couldn't help a few more tears coming out at his daughter's reply. Soon she would be going on dates and to dances, but those days were far away and if Joe had any say in it; his little girl would remain a little girl until she was 40.

"Essere buono per nonna e nonno. Ti amo (be good for the grandparents. I love you)" Joe said, trying to sound happy for his daughter.

"Lo farò. Ti amo troppo papa (I will do it. I love you too daddy)" Jasmine smiled, her nonna smiling back; substituting for her father at the moment.

"Bye mio angelo (bye my angel)" Joe said, trying to hold back the rest of his emotions.

"Bye papà"

Once his daughter was off the phone, Joe fell back onto his bed. That was something he wasn't expecting, he was definitely thrilled to hear from his angel but from an unknown phone that his wife had just gotten their daughter. What was going on in his house when he wasn't around?

After a quick prayer for strength and guidance, Joe grabbed his bag to head to the arena for the last show before heading to Georgia then to Florida where he can get all this settled out.

I know, I know several of y'all are slightly pissed at me for not including the mystery woman. But in due time, she'll appear. But for now, let's just hope things will work out for Joe and his daughter. Poor Jasmine, the little lady was pretty much scared that she would get in trouble for using the phone. But she hasn't seen or heard from her dad in weeks, the little girl mainly just wanted to talk to her daddy. But why wouldn't Janice speak to Joe? Or even let him speak to his daughter?

Stay tuned for the next chapter to Just A Friend.