Hidden Secrets

Daughter?

"My daughter?" My Dad finally asked after an eternity of silence, I looked up finally, my eyes widening.

Dean Ambrose?!?

My Dad was Dean Ambrose?!

I glanced down at my unstable pendent before I looked back up at him. Making eye contact with him, I froze.

Jonathan was Dean, Dean was Jonathan, Jonathan was my dad. My favorite WWE wrestler was my Dad.

That was some creepy shit.

"Um, Blake? Are you sure this isn't a mistake?" I finally ask quietly, not taking my eyes off the well toned man in front of me. He was wearing a black T-shirt, jeans and his light brown hair was dry, which looked weird because I was used to it being wet and plastered to his forehead. His gray/blue eyes bore down into me, taking me in, which made me feel uncomfortable. I shifted, showing my discomfort and he finally looked up at the officer.

Jon's P.O.V

When the girl looked up at me, making eye contact, I took a good look at her.

She had dirty blonde hair and dull gray/blue eyes that showed all her emotions, and the fact that there was a lot shown caught me off guard. So much hurt and loss, nervousness, and discomfort.

When she spoke her voice was soft and gentle, sounding uncertain and sad. "Um, Blake? Are you sure this isn't a mistake?"

Blake must of been the cop, but I was agreeing with this girl. There must be a mistake.

She shifted uncomfortably and I averted my gaze up to the man.

"Jon, I can explain this, let us in so we can sit."

I stepped back, giving them room to enter, the girl hesitantly walked past me, she reached to the middle of my chest, but her head was down, she might of came up to the base of my neck when she stood up straight. I watched her as the police officer came in, I closed the door behind him, following him to the couch.

Drew's P.O.V

I sat at the counter in the kitchen, watching the two men talk, once and awhile looking over at me, but I couldn't hear them, I was listening to music through my blue Bluetooth headset. Dean, or Jon looked at me for the second time and stared, I looked up and stared back at him.

I still couldn't digest the fact that Dean Ambrose was my sperm donor. I mean did my body somehow know he was related to me in way, was it why he was my favorite wrestler from the beginning? Who knows.

I looked down, playing with my pendant, rubbing my thumb across the words, U-N-S-T-A-B-L-E. I looked up again, finding Jon leaning in on the counter on his arms, staring at me. I jumped back.

He smiled.

I slowly pulled my blue headset off my ears, still staring at him.

"So," he said finally, "you're my daughter?"

"It what the paper says." I answered bluntly. "But I don't know why Mom never told me about you, she left some very important information out about you."

"She never told you about me?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. I shook my head.

"I've asked, but it was the same answer every time, and it was very little info, like 'oh you have his hair, his eyes, and you definitely get your temper from your Dad.' Yeah nothing helpful. Except knowing I'm a mini you."