Friday: July 24, 2009 10:16 P.M.

"Shut up and hide, everyone. Dolph and Nikki are coming." Brie tells us.

Brie, Cena, Morrison, Melina, Torrie, Adam, Randy, me, and everyone else who was there hid behind something. Dolph and Nikki walked in. We all jumped out.

"Surprise!" We all yell.

"Wow...um, is this for my birthday?" Dolph turns to Nikki.

"Duh, you dork." Nikki replies as Brie and Kelly bring out his cake that took hours for me and Torrie to make.

Randy wraps his arms around me as Brie is cutting the cake. "Should I be expecting this kind of thing from you when my birthday comes around?"

"I'm not so sure about that. I thought you didn't like surprise parties all that much. I will definitely make you a cake though. I love baking and will use your birthday as an excuse to bake a cake." I explain to Randy.

"I'd like the surprise party if you planned it." Randy tells me. "But honestly, spending time with you and eating cake sounds nice too."

"We'll figure something out when the time comes. Your birthday isn't until April."

"It's nice to plan ahead." Randy tells me as Brie hands both of us a slice of cake. "Thanks, Brie."

Brie nods at us as she goes to give more people cake.

"I'll plan something for your birthday if you want." I tell Randy as we go to sit down together at the table. "Just not this early."

Randy nods as we sit down. "Alright. I think we started something."

"How did we start something?"

"There's always been the occasional couple on the roster, but I feel after we got together, more and more have been popping up. We started this."

"Maybe people aren't that worried about not dating someone else on the roster now."

"Maybe. I still say we started all this."

"Well, I don't think any of the rest of them got in trouble with Stephanie for making out on TV."

Randy laughs. "That's true, but I still don't regret that."

"Me either."

At the Same Time (Vince McMahon's POV)

I opened the envelope the private investigator that I had hired gave me a few days ago. I knew I shouldn't be nosing around, but I, at least, needed to know my second daughter was having a decent life. It was one night in 1981, that honestly shouldn't have happened but did, but I had gotten Janine Barnes pregnant. Janine had told me that she had given birth to my daughter. Janine told me that her boyfriend and father of her son, Richard Smith, had forgiven her and was going to help her raise the daughter and that I needed to stay out of my daughter's life.

I did for 27 years, but I regretted it. Linda was aware of this and had encouraged me to try to get in touch with my daughter, but I hadn't back then as it was against Janine's wishes and I didn't want to upset my daughter. Over the years though, I've felt more and more guilty about it. I didn't even know my daughter's name or what she looked like, which is why I used a private investigator to find out. Janine stopped writing to me about our daughter pretty early on, so I didn't have much to go on.

Now, I wanted to apologize for not being there and wanted to know my other daughter and, possibly, grandchildren. I looked down at the picture, and my jaw dropped. The woman in the picture was undoubtedly Marissa Smith, a bright talent in my Divas Division. My own daughter has been working for me since 2004, and neither of us knew about it. I called out for Shane and Stephanie, as I told them about their sister not long ago and they encouraged me to reach out.

"You needed us, Dad?" Shane asks with concern.

"Yes. Tell me I'm not going crazy and that's Marissa." I show Shane and Stephanie the contents of the envelope from the private investigator. Shane's jaw dropped.

Stephanie spoke up. "Does this mean Marissa is our half-sister?"

"Yes, it does." I answer. "I still want to reach out to her, but this certainly makes things more complicated."

"We're going to have to show her this." Shane comments. "She'll never believe us otherwise."

Stephanie grabs the envelope and its contents. "I'll do it. I know exactly where she's at right now. She's at the birthday party that some of the roster is throwing Dolph Ziggler right now. I'll grab Paul and go."

"Wait a second, Stephanie." I grab some old letters and pictures of sonograms from Janine and hand them to Stephanie. "Take these too. I'm sure Marissa will recognize her own mother's handwriting. Be easy on her. This will be a lot to take in."

"I will."

Back at Dolph's Party (Marissa's POV)

The guys were currently outside being boys while us girls were inside sitting in a circle inside. While this was a party for Dolph's birthday, the guys had wanted to do guy stuff with Dolph for a little bit, and no one had an issue with that.

"I have an idea while we're killing time while waiting on the guys." Brie tells all of us. "Someone asks a question, and everyone answers it."

"I'll go." Melina responds. "Who was your first? Mine was Morrison during Tough Enough."

"Ryan Roberts in high school." Brie and Nikki answer at the same time.

"At different times." Nikki specifies while the rest of us laugh.

"Punk." Kelly comments.

"Billy Kidman." Torrie adds.

"Some dude. Can't remember his name." Candice mutters.

"Same here." Maryse adds with a laugh.

"Cody, last week." Eve quietly says.

"Oh, Eve." I said to her. "No shame in that."

"Punk as well." Maria adds.

"Well, Marissa." Melina looks at me. "Who was it?"

"Randy."

They all look at me, seemingly not expecting that to be the answer I had.

"Really?" Candice asks.

"But I thought you and Chris…" Torrie looks at me with confusion.

"Let me explain. I was nineteen, and he was twenty-one." I explained to everyone. "It was actually my nineteenth birthday. At the time, I had been dating a guy I went to college with named Jason. Jason had missed my birthday party earlier in the day, supposedly because of work. I went over to see him after work, and honestly, I fully intended on losing it to Jason that night. However, I showed up, and Jason was already doing it with another woman. I was a wreck, but I dumped him immediately. I had ridden a bus to Jason's place, so I called Randy for a ride because he'd come to town, along with Cena, for my birthday and the Fourth of July a couple days later and I knew Randy would respect me not wanting to make a big deal about Jason cheating on me. Randy came and got me, and he took me to his apartment for the night. That way I wouldn't have to deal with my family making a big deal out of Jason cheating on me. We got to Randy's place and were talking and eating cupcakes. Cena went to bed soon after, and my conversation with Randy got much more personal once Cena was in bed. My intent to lose it with Jason got brought up, and Randy…he understood. We kept talking about the topic, and we ended up in his bed together that night. I lost it to Randy. It was a casual thing, and we both enjoyed it."

"Oh."

"I'll ask next." Maryse tells everyone.

As Maryse is about to ask her question, Stephanie walks in.

"Marissa, we need to talk. The rest of you can do what you're doing." Stephanie pulls me aside.

"Did Michelle get injured?" I ask Stephanie.

"No, that's not what I'm here to talk about." Stephanie hands me an envelope. "To be quite honest, I'm having a hard time finding the words to explain. Look at what's in there, and you'll understand. The old man just found it out himself."

While confused, I look inside. There are pictures of sonograms while my mom was pregnant and letters to Vince from my mother. I read the letters. According to this, Vince is my real dad.

"I'm a McMahon." I mutter. "That explains a lot."

"You aren't freaking out?" Stephanie asks me with concern.

"No, I kind of figured I was someone else's daughter. I never looked anything like the man who I called Dad. I just didn't expect Vince to be my biological father. How did he find out?"

"Well, he was feeling guilty about not being present in your life and got a private investigator. He looked into it and found your birth record. You're Janine's only daughter, and the timing works out. I don't want to hold this party up. I'll head out. See you Sunday, sis. We can talk more then if you want." Stephanie goes to leave but turns around. "I can't believe Randy was your first. Bye."

I laugh at her before sitting with the girls.

"What was that about?" Maryse asks me.

"Well…I'm not so sure how to explain it yet. I…" I get cut off by a gunshot.

The girls and I ran outside without any hesitation. John is on the ground bleeding...he was shot.

Saturday: July 25, 2009 11:00 A.M.

Randy paced around the hospital lobby. Brie, Nikki, Dolph, Stephanie, Triple H, and I were with him. The majority of the WWE roster had stopped by in the twelve hours we had been in the hospital with John. During this time, the seven of us never left, and Randy had spent most of time pacing around. None of us had slept, but the other five people looked like they could fall asleep any minute. I turn to Stephanie, Paul, Brie, Nikki, and Dolph.

"You guys need to go back to the hotel and rest." I tell them. "It's a big day tomorrow. We have a pay-per-view."

"What about you?" Stephanie asks. "You have a match tomorrow."

I watch Randy continue to pace around. "I'm going to stay with Randy. He won't want to go anywhere, and he needs me."

"But Marissa…" Paul starts to say to me.

"Paul, I'll be fine. Go. Randy needs someone to stay with him, so he doesn't have a full on freak out. It should be me."

Paul nods in understanding and leaves with the others. Randy and I are alone now.

"Are you ever going to sit down, Randy?" I ask with worry.

"I'll try to sit for a little bit if you tell me what else is worrying you." Randy replies. "Because I know it's not just what happened to John and the fact that I'm on the verge of freaking out. There's something else, and you haven't said a word."

"I'm going to have to show you. I can't find it in myself to say it yet. Please sit down."

"Alright." Randy sits in the chair next to me as I pull out the envelope that Stephanie gave me last night.

I handed it to him. He takes a few minutes to look through the contents.

"Holy shit." Randy mutters.

"I know. It's a lot to take in." I comment.

"You do realize I attacked your father, brother, sister, and brother-in-law earlier this year then, right?"

"It was a storyline."

"I know, but I'm dating a McMahon."

"You think you're freaking out? What about me? This is insane."

"I think you'll come around to accept it eventually. Plus, you could end up inheriting the company. What'd you tell Stephanie?"

"That I was perfectly okay with it."

"So you lied?"

"Yeah."

"Spoken like a McMahon." Randy jokes.

"Oh shut up. I hope John's okay."

"Me too, but you need to worry about your family situation and your match tomorrow against Michelle."

"I know, and you have a match tomorrow too."

"I know."

"I might be about to freak out too."

"Do you need anything from me?"

"I think all I can ask from you right now is to let me talk about it if I need to, which I kinda do right now."

"It does beat just pacing around the whole time until we hear anything about John. Does anyone else know?"

"I haven't told anyone else. Stephanie brought me that and said the old man just found out."

"If Stephanie knows, Shane knows, and Stephanie will tell Paul I'm sure."

I nod. "Yeah."

"Do you think this is why Janine freaked out about you being in WWE?"

"Probably. I didn't think about it until now, but you're probably right. If she was still around, I'd have things to say to her right now."

"That's fair. There's a lot of questions here. Do you plan on telling anyone else?"

"I'm not sure yet. My career is starting to go well, but if this gets out, it'll look like nepotism."

"Take it from me, the nepotism comments never fully go away."

"I've witnessed those comments about you far too much. I know. I kinda want to tell our close friends, but the more people that know, the higher the chance it'll accidentally get out."

"I understand. Just let me know if we're keeping this a secret for now. I don't mind hiding it for you."

"Thanks, Randy. You're the best."

Randy kisses my forehead. "You refuse to leave my side while I'm on the verge of freaking out. You deserve nothing but the best because that's what you give me."