Remind Me [WWE] [Shawn Michaels] {Book 2}

Chapter Eleven: You Did What?

|Kat|

December 1998

My old friend Mark Calaway's face lit up as I got nearer, showing a rare genuine smile.

"Here she is," I announced, cradling my new baby. She was a month old now, and I thought it was time she met the people I worked with. Being backstage at Raw was like coming home, in way.

Some of my friends, including Mark, were dying to see her. Though I hadn't fully recovered, I needed the time out of the house as well. It was good for both of us, I decided.

Mark held his arms out, and I carefully placed Scottie into them. "Hold her head." She looked so tiny next to his huge form.

"I've held a baby before, Princess," he said.

Mark had a five year old son. I had met the boy on a few occasions and he was very sweet. Of course Mark knew all about raising kids and didn't need my nagging.

I couldn't help it; I was so worried about Scottie, all the time. I was nervous that I was doing a bad job as a mom. I didn't know the first thing about raising a daughter.

Not to mention, I barely got any sleep anymore. I felt like a zombie.

Mark was dressed for his match later in the night, already in his ring gear and makeup. He was an imposing figure anyway, but with the Undertaker attire on, he was frightening. Scottie took one look at him and started bawling.

My heart broke every time I heard her cry. I wanted to reach for her, but Mark waved me off.

"It won't her hurt none," he assured me. "Babies cry, Katherine."

He rocked and shushed her with such a gentleness. The friendly giant was the side of him that not many people were privileged to see.

He managed to quiet her down. "She's beautiful, Kat. Really. I mean, look at those eyes." She had opened her bright blue eyes and was staring straight up at him.

All babies are born with blue eyes, but I had a strong feeling that Scottie's were going to stay that way. Looking into them always reminded me of Shawn. Only time would tell who she would end up favoring more, but I knew her eyes were his.

Mark continued to baby-talk. "Hi, babygirl. Open your pretty eyes. There she is. Hey, PJ."

"PJ?"

Mark turned to me with a smile that reached from ear to ear. "Princess Junior. Seems fittin' to me."

It really warmed my heart seeing him take to her like that. Mark had always been protective of me (and Steph) to the point where I once questioned if Dad had hired him for that reason. I was sure he would be the same way with my little girl.

"Is that my new favorite McMahon?"

Mark and I turned to see Adam Copeland, known to the fans as Edge. He and I had hit it off as quick friends in the past year, before I left for maternity leave. I was excited to see my goofy buddy again.

"You mean I'm not the favorite?" I pretended to pout.

"Who said you ever were?" He raised his eyebrows. "Shane is a hell of McMahon."

"Shane? Come on."

He conceded. "Alright, I lied. Legally, Vince is my favorite. But unofficially, I guess you win." He sent me a wink. "Until I met this cutie, that is."