I like the baby at the end. Pregnancy is a very distant thing for me. I can't seem to believe there's a baby there.
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"Are you done taking pictures?" Brock asked.

"Nope, I need to have memories of this pregnancy," I replied.

"You could always get pregnant again." He said.

"That requires me to have a man, and if you haven't noticed, I don't have one," I said.

Brock looked at me and shook his head as if I offended him by saying that.

"What?" I asked.

"Maybe, I could give you another baby." He answered.

"Hilarious, Brock; you should be a comedian since you got jokes now," I said.

He didn't reply; instead, he walked out of the dressing room, slamming the door.

Maybe I shouldn't have said that.

I walked out of the dressing room and tried to find Brock, but all I ended up doing was taking a break by the crates and eating a granola bar which I took from John when he passed by.

"Where the hell are you?" I asked, letting out a frustrated sigh.

"Are you talking to yourself, pregnant lady?" A cute little girl asked, tapping my arm.

I looked at the little girl and smiled.

She's a cutie.

"Not really. What are you doing walking these hallways by yourself?" I asked.

"My mom dropped off and said to find this man." She said, handing me a picture of Brock.

"Who's your mom?" I asked her.

"Taylor Bellon," She answered.

"Umm... How old are you?" I asked.

"I'm almost four," She replied.

"Oh great, well, let's go look for your dad," I said, holding out my hand for her to grab.

She grabbed my hand, and we walked into the workout area that they had set up just in case the superstars wanted to get a quick workout in before the show.

"Nicole, please don't tell me you kidnapped this adorable little girl?" Brie asked, walking up to me.

"Me a kidnapper? Really? She's lost, and we're looking for her dad." I said.

"Who's her dad?" Brie asked.

"Brock is," I answered.

"No way!" Brie said in disbelief.

"I know, right," I said, looking down at the little girl.

"What's her name?" Brie asked.

"I don't even know," I replied.

Brie bent down and asked the little girl her name.

"My name is Kaya," Kaya said.

"Kaya, that's a pretty name for a pretty little girl like you," Brie said.

"Thank you," Kaya said.

"Just imagine your child could look like her," Brie said.

"I know," I said.

"Daddy!" Kaya said, running towards Brock.

Brock stood there shocked, looking between Kaya and me.

I walked over to him.

"Here are her things," I said, handing her bag and walking away.

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"Daddy, mom said to give you this," Kaya said, handing me a paper.

I took the paper from her and read it.

Dear Brock,

I'm sorry, but I can't take care of her. I've been trying to, but I don't have it in me to do so. Legal papers say I sign over all rights as a parent to you. I'm tired of her, and I don't want her; you can have her. Give her the mother that I couldn't be. Have a good life.

Brock was left stunned, standing in catering with Kaya in his arms.

"Are you fucking serious?" I asked.

"Daddy, no cursing," Kaya said sternly.

"Sorry," I said.

"I'm tired," Kaya said, yawning.

"Okay, let's go," I said, walking back to my locker room.

On my way back to the locker room, I noticed Paul in the hallways talking to someone when he looked my way, shocked.

I rolled my eyes and kept walking. I don't have time for his mouth.

I looked back and noticed he was following me.

Once we made it to my locker room. Paul stood at the door and leaned against the doorway as I dug through her bag, holding up a few blankets until she nodded at one.

♕ ♙ ♟ ♛ ♙ ♕

Paul could see that Brock was mentally exhausted.

Just a few minutes ago, he'd been excited and full of energy, which worried Paul.

"Alright, Kaya," Brock said softly, placing her in the nook of the couch and placing the blanket over her, "Daddy's going to be right outside the door. If you need me, can you call for me?" He added.

Paul watched as Kaya nodded in response. Paul couldn't help but smile when Brock pressed a kiss against her forehead.

"Nicole told that Taylor just dropped Kaya off in a random hallway without any care. Brock, what's going on?" Paul asked as soon as Brock walked out of the locker room.

"My ex-girlfriend, Taylor," Brock said.

"The one that bleached your clothes?" Paul asked.

Brock rolled his eyes, "Yes, that one. Anyway, she'd gotten pregnant before I broke up with her and didn't tell me until she went into labor. That, in there, is Kaya, my daughter. Kaya saw me in catering and ran to me apparently, Nicole is the one who found her, and Taylor said she gave up all rights as a parent," Brock explained.

"Holy shit fuck," Paul's brown eyes got wide, "She just left and gave up her rights?" Paul asked.

"Just left her on her own." Brock replied as he  felt anger burning through his chest, "She said she was tired of her and didn't want her." He continued.

"Who the hell gets tired of a child they choose to have?" Paul asked.

"Taylor does," I replied.

"Brock, how are you going to handle the kids, plus kaya and Nicole being pregnant?" Paul asked.

"The same way I've been handling it," Brock answered.

"Well, let me know how that works out for you." He said without another word to his friend; Paul turned and began stalking off towards the arena's writers' room.

Brock sighed and rubbed a hand over his face before stepping back into his dressing room. Kaya was entirely out, her little dark brown hair falling in her face and her mouth open.

She looked like a panda, with chubby cheeks and curly hair.

Brock sat on the floor next to the couch, carefully nudging a pillow on the edge of the cushions to make sure she didn't roll off in her sleep before pulling her bag over.

He found it hard to believe Taylor had given up all of her rights without them both going to court, but in the packet, she'd given him was a completely legit document with her signature.

He snorted in false amusement upon seeing she'd forged his signature quite well. Along with that were her birth records, doctor records, and a summary of her life.

Looking through the rest of the bag, he found a small scrapbook of pictures from birth until now.

None were professional, but he didn't expect Taylor to dish out that kind of money, especially after she'd just up and left her baby.

Brock sighed and stood up, walking around to gather his things before putting all of Kaya's belongings back into her baby bag.

Upon putting it all away, he realized Taylor had only given him the bare minimum of clothes for her; a few tiny shirts and pants, socks, and underwear.

He knew she probably figured he had more than enough money to buy her new things, but would it have killed her to pack enough to last Kaya a week?

He groaned lowly, knowing he would have to take her to get some clothes the first chance he got.

Slinging both his and little Kaya's bag over his shoulder, he stood and looked down at her, a wary look on his face. He needed to pick her up but didn't want to wake her.

He'd seen first hand what happened when you woke a sleeping four-year-old from experience with his four other kids.

Exhaling silently through his nose, he gently scooped her up into his arms, holding her small form against his shoulder.

He muttered a curse when she stirred, bouncing her carefully and murmuring in her ear. She continued to wriggle for a few seconds before settling against his shoulder, her head against his chest.

"Is everything okay?" Someone murmured from the door, causing Brock to look up.

His eyes landed on Nicole standing at the door.

"Thank you for bringing her to catering and me," Brock said.

"No problem, I gotta say, Brock, you have adorable kids." She said.

"Thank you, and I guess you know that our child is going to be a looker," Brock said, laughing.

"So, where are you guys going?" She asked.

"I'm sure sleeping on a couch isn't good for a four-year-old," Brock said softly.

"It's not, so you're taking her back to the house; good, I'm coming too." She said.

"Okay, do you have your things with you?" Brock asked.

"Yeah, I had left them in the hallway so you could grab them." She said, taking Kaya from me and carrying her.

"She's not too heavy for you?" Brock asked.

"For her age, no. I guess I'm going to have to change her diet." She said mostly to herself, but Brock still heard and smiled.

"You're going to be a great mother," Brock said.

"Thanks, now let's get this cutie to a bed." She said, walking out the locker room and to the parking lot.

"Mommy," Kaya said, wrapping her arms around Nicole's neck.

'I guess I found her new mommy.' Brock thought.

"Brock, we're going shopping tomorrow for her new room and clothes," Nicole said as Brock opened the car door for her and Kaya.

"Yeah, shopping is so exciting," Brock said, not amused by the idea of shopping.