Well know, i got a kid to take care of. I thought to myself as soon as i woke up the next morning. It was actually 1p.m. and i heard Punk screaming. I got up, first to check on Lucy, she was still asleep. Thank God, let her sleep. I went into the kitchen to see Punk on the phone. "You little fuccker you know, that your insane!?" he listened to what the other person on the line was saying. "You b!tch! You deserve this you liar! You reuined my life! Know ya gave me a child, that both the parents are dead and its not even your girlfriend's sister! Just some kid you found on the street!?" i couldnt listen to it anymore. I was about to cry. "So you lie to me again? And what European tour would you go on? No one would ever want a wh0re like you! So thanks for nothing!" He hung up his phone and slammed it on the kitchen table. "Whats wrong?" he calmed down. "Remember when Mike, said its my girlfriends little sister and im going on a European tour for two months?" I nodded. "Well, he lied, instead Lucy's parents are dead, she has no where to go, and Mike found her and gave her to us!" "That little!" i stopped myself. "go ahead say it." "You sure?" he nodded. "****king wh0re i want to kill him!" "Jeez, your hot when your mean! But we got a kid, that we dont even know living in our house." "Well, shes nice." "Ya that but-"he stopped talking and we saw Lucy walk toward us in her dirty clothes. "Good Morning." she said groggy, shes so sweet and adorable. "Morning Lucy." said Punk. "Lucy?" i said. "Is Mike's girlfriend you sister?" "No, Mike took me away from my house. It was all burned at my parents died." she wasnt crying or anything. "Why arent you crying?" i asked. "No need to. So he took me here and i live with you know." Punk and i glared at each other. "You are like my adopted parents." "Adopted?" said Punk. she nodded. She hugged the both of us. "I love you guys." she said tightening her grip.
(2:30, still home)
"So Punk what are we going to do?" "I guess we take her to an orphanage." "No!" i blurted out. "Alright or we can adopt her?" "I want option b." "So, we gotta take her to an adoption place and tell them what happend." "Alright lets go know." he got the keys and we took Lucy.
(Adoption Place)
"Whats going on?" asked Lucy holding my hand. "We are going to adopt you." said Punk. "So you are going to be my new mommy and daddy?" hearing those words, i wiped a tear from my face. "Yes, we will." i said trying to get the words out. "Kristen, you okay?" "Yes, im fine." We entered in and explained everything to the women working there. "Know Lucy what is your last name?" asked the women. "Lucy Marie Davis. And I'm six." "Thank you sweet heart," she got all the adoption files organized and handed them to me and Punk. "Just sign at the bottom and I'm sure that you will enjoy your new daughter." Punk and i signed our names and we took Lucy back home.
(Home)
So this is it. A new life. With me and Punk, along with little Lucy. How could this be? Why did i get myself into this? And why would Mike come to us? So many questions!! "Lucy you hungry?" Punk asked when she sat down at the table. "Yes, please." she said calmly. Punk and i just gave her as much food as her little stomach could hold. "I'm stuffed," she said holding her stomach. "Alright, how about i take you out and buy you some new clothes?" She nodded. But first she needed a shower! I washed her and her hair was disgusting! It was dry and damaged. I also decided i would take her and get her hair cut. It was long to, it was also blonde. "Come on Lucy, lets go." she held my hand and we got into my car and headed off to the mall.
(Mall)
"Could i get this?" asked Lucy pointing at these little shorts that were cute. "Anything your little heart desires." I picked her up as her head layed on my neck. I got her alot more clothes and i changed her into new one that actually fit her with new shoes. Flip flops, a pink tanktop with a kitty on it and little white shorts. All thats left is to get her a hair cut. "Lucy, we need to cut your hair." i said to her as she shut her eyes on my shoulder. "Alright." she didnt care. "Lucy, wake up." i nuged her awake. "Hi my, daughter, needs a hair cut." i said to the women at the front desk. "Yes of course, i could see it and she needs one immidatley. Lena, will take good care of her." she headed us over to Lena, a young women that loves kids. "Hi I'm Lucy!" she handed out her hand for lena to shake. Lena shook her hand and she examinded her hair. "She needs a good clean up." she said looking at me. "Could she get bangs?" i asked. "You mean like front bangs?" "Yes." "Of course! Since she has straight hair that will fit her perfectly!" Lena took Lucy and wet her hair and began to cut. "Thank you Kristen." said Lucy. "Are you her step mom?" asked Lena. "I'm her adopted mother." i said. "Oh." saod Lena. Than after a few more cuts and blow drying her hair, Lucy was even more adorable! "Thank you!"she said to Lena, as we left.
(Home)
"What a day huh Lucy?" i said to Lucy as i parked the car in the drive way. "Yeah, thank you!" she hugged me and i picked her up and carried her bags of clothes while Punk opened the door for me. "Your wearing eyeliner?" i asked. "Ya, i wanna see how much i should put on in my last wrestling match." "You wrestle?" asked Lucy looking up at him. "Actually Lucy me and kristen are professonial wrestlers. and we travel all over the world." "Thats really cool!" she exclaimed. "Lucy its really late, why dont you GTS?" "What does GTS mean?" she asked yawning. "Well its means go to sleep, its my wrestling finisher." *we explained to her the whole point of wreslting* "So my move goes like this." "Why am i always the ginny pig of wrestling moves?" "Cause your my girlfriend and i love you. so you have the person on you shoulders and you lift them up and you drive your knee into there face and you go for the pin." "Thats amazing!" she sat on the floor holding Ace. "Lucy, its way past your bed time, lets GTS!" said Punk carrying her into her room. I changed her into her PJs and she went to bed after Punk and i told her a story. We both kissedher forhead and we shut her door. "I can't believe it, our first child." said Punk, putting his hands at my waist. I held his tattooed wrists. "I know." I put my head on his chest. "I love you and i always will, no matter what happens."
To be continued…
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