"mommy!"
You turned around and found your one year old daughter Leahla rushing up to you. You smiled, bending down, sweeping her up into your arms. "What is it, sweetie?" you asked as she wrapped her little arms around your neck.
"I wanna see daddy wrestle tomorrow!"
"You do?"Leahla nodded and hugged you tightly.
"Can I mommy? Please?"
"Well, we'll have to ask daddy about that, but I'm sure he'll agree." you smiled at her and pinched her cheeks.
Leahla squealed and giggled just as Dean came out of the bathroom.
"Leahla, is mommy picking on you again?" he teased, kissing his daughter on the cheek, then leaning over to give you a quick kiss.
"No, silly, but it seems Leahla wants to go with us tomorrow to watch you wrestle."
"You do?" Dean asked looking back at his daughter.
Leahla nodded her head and reached out her hands for her daddy to hold her. You smiled and let Dean pull her out of your hold and into his arms.
"Well, I guess that wouldn't be so bad. Alright, sweetie, but you'll have to stay backstage and watch, okay?"
Leahla nodded a final time as Dean put her down. Squealing in excitement, she rushed back into her room and landed on the floor by a pile of toys as she entered.
"Dean, are you okay with this?" you asked hesitantly
Dean nodded. "'Course. It's not like anything'll happen to her. You'll be there too, I know you'll look after her." he smirked kissing your lips.
You smiled and returned his kiss.
"I always do." you replied leading him to your guys' bedroom.
The next day, you, Dean and Leahla left early to head to the arena. As soon as you three emerged backstage, all the 'aww's and whispers broke out. You held Leahla close to you and promised yourself to never let her out of your sight.
"Alright, daddy's gotta get ready, stay with mommy okay?" Dean said facing his daughter.
Leahla nodded as Dean took her in his arms for a hug and kiss just before he left to get ready.
"Come on Leahla, let's you and me get some food. Mommy's kinda hungry." you said clutching her close to you.
With Leahla's head resting on your chest, you walked toward catering and grabbed a plate of food for you. After, you sat down and pulled a high chair up, setting Leahla in it. She laughed and you gave her a piece of food which she enjoyed and wanted more of.
Once you were both finished eating, you picked Leahla up and walked backstage and sat her down next to one of the television screens. Hearing the shield's theme, you smiled and looked over at Leahla.
"Leahla, here comes daddy!" you smiled, pointing to the screen, and sat behind her, pulling her onto your lap.
The match was just as exciting and Leahla squealed from time to time. Turning toward you, she pointed to the screen and giggled excitedly. "daddy!" she squealed just as the cameras focused on Dean. You smiled and nodded, happy your daughter was having fun. It warmed your heart.
"Oh my goodness, is that your daughter?" you heard a female voice ask.
You looked up to see two long brunettes, who were twins, standing next to you, and your daughter. They smiled and saw the little girl watching the TV screen with so much excitement.
"Yes, this is my daughter. Her name's Leahla."
"Aww, well Leahla is just so cute." the other said
"Thanks, she's a year old." you smiled stroking Leahla's little arm, her eyes were still glued to the TV screen, not noticing, or caring that she was being surrounded by a bunch of divas and superstars. You didn't mind though. You loved that people noticed you and Dean's little girl. She was only a year old, and you were already so proud of her.
After the match, Dean rushed backstage to find you and his daughter. Leahla spotted him suddenly and rushed right up to him.
"Daddy!" she called and he knelt down just in time to scoop her up in his arms and hug her tightly.
"Hey, sweetie, did you miss me?"
Leahla nodded and wrapped her arms around him tightly.
"How was she?" he asked you pulling you close with his other arm.
"She was glued to that TV there." you replied motioning to the TV.
"Couldn't take her eyes off you."
Dean beamed and held his two favorite girls close.
"Let's go back to the hotel, okay?"
In you and Dean's room, Dean showered and put some workout pants on, then climbed into bed with you and his daughter. You held some cards in your hands and flashed them in front of Dean, daring him to play. He agreed and you dealt the cards.
"So, she really enjoyed me, huh?" he asked looking at his cards.
"Yes, Dean, she really did."
Leahla picked up the deck of cards and fanned them, then threw them back down onto the bed, and climbed on Dean's back pushing at him.
He chuckled and rolled to his side, making Leahla land on the bed with a squeal of excitement. "I think she enjoyed it a bit too much. Maybe she'll take after me and become a diva." he said noticing her playful side.
"She is your daughter too, after all."
"Dean...she's only a year old." you smirked.
"I know I know." he put down a card and took another from the pile.
"...but if she wants to be a diva, I won't stop her."
Dean smiled and leaned over to peck you on the lips.
"Thank you, babe, I love you. Oh, by the way, I win." he said putting his cards down, smirking, and showing them to you.
You groaned and put them away, then watched Dean play with Leahla. He held her up in the air and she squealed loudly, giggling. He stood up and swooped her around the room like an airplane, making airplane noises. You smiled to yourself and giggled, watching him. He was so cute when he played with her, and it warmed your heart.
