it's always been you.

4

1 Week Later

"Are you okay?"

Finn asked.

"No. I'm nervous. I haven't talked to my family in years."

I said, staring out the window.

"At least if they say something stupid, you'll get closure. And hopefully you can have your family back in your life."

Finn said, putting his hand on my knee.

"I know. It's just nerve wracking."

I said as Finn pulled into my dad's driveway. I looked up at the house I grew up in. I saw my Mom's car in the driveway as I smiled. My parents were divorced but since Liam told them we were coming, they came together. When we stepped out of the car, we were greeted by Liam.

"Hey sis."

He said, hugging me.

"Hey. How are you?"

I asked.

"I'm okay. How are you two?"

"Sore. He thinks it's okay to beat my ass in the ring everyday."

I joked as I looked over at Finn. Liam laughed as we all walked into the house. When we got to the living room, everyone's eyes instantly darted towards Finn and I.

"Pamela!"

My mom said, rushing up and giving me a hug. I scrunched my face up at the sound of my birth name. I never really liked to be called it since I didn't feel like it was me. I always preferred Bayley or, back in my indie days, Davina. But my parents never watched wrestling so they knew nothing about Bayley. Only Liam knew. I didn't even think Finn knew about Pamela.

"You've grown up so much!"

My stepmom said. My dad was just staring down Finn.

"Who's that?"

My dad asked, looking at Finn.

"This is my Fiancé Finn."

I said, holding Finn's hand.

"Oh."

My dad said. We sat down on the couch as I felt my nerves calming a bit.

"So, how has life been going?"

My mom asked me.

"Pretty good. I'm training really hard to get back in the ring again."

I said.

"Why aren't you in the ring now?"

My stepmom asked. I looked at Finn as I bit my lip.

"Well Finn and I were expecting a little girl. I have two kids with him already and one with another relationship, but we don't see them or talk to them. They grew up without us so we decided just to let them be. Anyway, we were expecting another little girl when I went into premature labor. Mia was born at only 2 pounds, 4 ounces. She died the day after she was born."

I said, looking down and trying not to cry.

"I'm so sorry for your loss. I wish we were there for you guys."

My mom said, hugging me.

"It's okay."

I said, hugging her back.

"It's not. We should've never turned our back on you guys. If you want us to, we would love to be back in your lives."

My dad said.

"I'd love that."

I said, smiling.