I was running around the house trying to pick up the latest path of destruction going through the house; at any moment friends would be arriving for the party. I couldn't believe a year had passed so quickly; it was insane really. It hadn't really sinked in yet that our baby was now a year old; it seemed like yesterday when Jon and I sat in the hospital room because she had decided today was the day to make her debut. Moxley was walking with one of us holding her hands, she could do a few steps on her own, but usually ended up on her butt; which at that point she decided that crawling would be easier. She was also calling us momma and dada; she definitely had 'dada' wrapped around her little finger already. Her newest word was 'No'; and it was one she was using frequently now. Anything she didn't care for was 'No', she used it with such intensity that it would take people by surprise. Temper tantrums were usually saved for 'Momma'; although honestly those came few and far between and usually only when she was over-tired. Surprisingly; the path of destruction I was doing my best to clean was not caused by Moxley, it was boxes of things we were trying to get packed up.

3 months ago; Jon and I finally had our epic battle over a year in the making. With Moxley being entertained by Sammi; CZW's first ever mixed match event was carried out, bringing in one of the biggest crowds the company had seen. Everyone wanted to see Jon and I wrestle each other! I have to say; it was a pretty even match for a while. To the nay-sayers who predicted that Jon would go easy on me not only because I was a woman; but also his wife, it couldn't have been further from the truth. Just as we had promised each other at the beginning; we each went into the match with our "A" games and did nothing to "take it easy" on the other person. In the end; I came out victorious, just as Jon had promised he was the first to raise my arm once I was declared the winner. What we didn't realize is that it wasn't just normal fans watching the match; a scout from the WWE was in the crowd. Once the two of us had showered and found Sammi crying as Moxley yanked around a handful of his hair, we were approached by a man who was much better dressed than any crowd we normally drew. He introduced himself and congratulated Jon and I on our match. He then shocked us both by offering us each a contract for a developmental deal. Jon and I must have asked him a hundred times each if he was messing with us. He assured us he wasn't. The one catch was the move to Florida; after several long discussions, Jon and I both agreed that it was an opportunity we couldn't pass up. So we were trying to get everything organized for the move. We decided that since the house was ours; free and clear now that we would keep it; and spend our downtime here. So we were only packing the things we definitely needed to bring with us. I was only going to be part-time; but would be traveling with Jon whenever he went out on the road. Which was nice; it would allow Jon to spend time with Moxley and because I was only going to be working part-time it would allow me to spend the bulk of the time raising Moxley. Honestly, as the move was getting closer; the more nervous I was getting.

I was busy attempting to find the toy Moxley had been asking for, for the last 10 minutes; I had a sneaking suspicion it had been thrown in one of the boxes. I felt arms around my waist and lips on my neck, "Mmmm...Not now Jon, I'm looking for Moxley's bear." I explained. The arms tightened their grip and pulled me backwards into a sitting position on a lap.

"I know. I found it a few minutes ago; I thought I better tell you so you could stop looking. Now; how about you tell me what's on your mind?" He asked.

"Thank you for finding her bear and telling me; I thought for sure it probably ended up in one of these boxes. What do you mean? I've just been trying to tidy up before people got here, there's nothing on my mind." I responded. Jon gave me a look; the look that said he did not believe a word coming out of my mouth.

"Wildcat, I know you well enough by now to know when something is on your mind. It's bothering you; so spill it, what is it?" Jon kissed my shoulder.

I let out a sigh, "I know us getting contracts is a huge deal and I am excited about it; lord knows everyone we have dealt with so far has been very understanding and accommodating with us..." I started off.

"But?" He asked knowing there was a 'but' coming.

"But what if we're being horrible, selfish parents by doing this and dragging Moxley around on the road with us? There won't be any real consistency; we'll be traveling most of the year and when she gets old enough for school, then what do we do?" I asked, looking at him concerned.

"Tempest, baby; everything is going to be fine. We aren't being bad parents; if anything, we're being good parents. She'll get to see the world; how many children get to see that. As for school; I think we have a few years to decide on that, she's only one." He kissed me on the lips softly. I returned the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"I know you're right; I guess I'm just thinking too much about everything and getting myself worked up for nothing." I smiled.

"It's alright; I'd be more worried if you didn't seem to care about the move and our daughter, the fact you do just means you're a mom. You know; I've been noticing for a couple weeks that you've been stressed out or more emotional, and I don't mean that in a negative way. I've figured it's been getting the move all planned and the packing while planning a birthday party for Moxley." He said while flinching like I was going to slap him or something.

"Well there is all that; I've just felt really run down for the last two weeks or so. Well maybe run down isn't the word, tired." I said looking at him, but thinking over the last two weeks.

"Do you think you're coming down with something? Stomach bug or flu? Something like that?" He asked.

"No, I don't think so. I would think if it was that I'd be sick already. I've been eating fine, keeping up with my water and been sleeping the normal amount." I started to really focus on things I might have been doing differently. I must have had an odd expression on my face; because Jon was paying extra close attention to me suddenly.

"Wildcat? You feeling ok? What's going on, talk to me." He put his hand on my hand.

"Can you watch Moxley for a few minutes; I think I need to run to the drugstore." I looked at him. Now he really was looking at me oddly.

"The drugstore? Tempest seriously, are you feeling sick? Do I need to take you to the emergency room?" Jon asked sounding concerned.

"No, I'm not feeling sick and I don't need to go to the emergency room. I may need to make a doctor's appointment though." I looked at him and could see the concern in his eyes. "I might also need an appointment with Dr. Michaels to." I watched his eyes widen.

"No. I mean...do you think?" Jon asked in broken fragments of sentences. "I'll watch Moxley, you just go; we'll both be here when you get back." He added excitedly. I grabbed my purse and drove to the drugstore, buying what I needed. I couldn't believe I didn't notice that I hadn't had my period. I'd been so busy getting everything ready; I must have just let it slip my mind. I couldn't be, could I? The WWE would just love that! I drove straight home and yelled to Jon I was back, but I didn't pause; going straight up to the bathroom to take the test.

Moxley crawled over and then made a few wobbly steps to him. She patted her bear against his leg. "Dada! Bear! Momma?" She asked as Jon picked her and her bear up. He smiled at her.

"Momma is busy, beautiful." He explained and pretended the bear was kissing her. Making kissy noises as he gently moved the bear around her face, neck and stomach. Moxley rewarded him with a rolling laugh, which came straight from her stomach. Jon kissed her cheek. "Happy Birthday baby girl!" He said to her. He watched as her smile turned into a squinty face.

"No dada! Ley no baby!" She scolded her father looking quite annoyed. Jon just chuckled. She hadn't yet mastered the Mox part of her name, settling instead for the last half of her name; 'Ley'.

"You're right; Moxley, you're dada's big girl now huh?" He said with a smile. Jon hummed some music while dancing around the living room with her and her bear in his arms. I stood on the stairs for several minutes watching him with her; smile on my face, and holding the test I had just taken. He made a turn and spotted me watching. "Look Moxley! There's momma." He whispered something in her ear. She smiled big at me and clapped her hands.

"Momma pwetty!" She said and then laughed. I smiled at her and Jon and walked down the rest of the stairs.

"Thank you Moxley, momma thinks you're very pretty to." I said hugging her and Jon at the same time.

"So Wildcat? What's the verdict?" Jon whispered in my ear.

I pulled back a little and smiled at him. "The verdict is you're going to have to call WWE in the morning and explain to them that your wife is going to need try her hand at managing or valeting for a while because you couldn't keep your hands off her and now she's expecting baby #2." I said doing my best to sound annoyed even though I really was overjoyed.

"Did you hear that Moxley? You're going to have a sister or brother!" Jon said, even though he knew she would have no real clue what that meant right now. She clapped her hands anyway; picking up on his excited tone. "Well good news is we won't have to do nearly as much worrying during this pregnancy as we did with Moxley. Do you think you'll be able to see Dr. Michaels at least once before we move?" He asked.

"I'm going to call first thing tomorrow and find out; I want to see her at least the once, maybe she knows someone down near where we will be that she can recommend. I'm a little sad she won't be delivering this baby; I'm comfortable with her, but I'm sure I'll get comfortable with someone down in Florida." I kissed Jon and then kissed Moxley. The doorbell rang signaling the arrival of guests for Moxley's party. Honestly, the guests were mostly fellow CZW wrestlers and a few couples from the neighborhood, including one who had a 1 year old girl of their own and had become a playmate of Moxley's. Soon our backyard was filled with activity and happiness.

Sammi made his way over to me and wrapped his arm around me, "So what is this I hear about you making me a godfather for a second time?" He grinned. I shot him a grin back and then glanced over at Jon who was smiling.

"Wait; Jon didn't tell you? Well you're Moxley's godfather; but Jon wanted to make Drake the godfather of our second." I said to him looking at him straight-faced.

"That's great...wait, what? Drake? Are you kidding me? He hates Younger!" Sammi was sputtering to me and glaring over at Jon who just offered him a thumb's up sign. It just further got Sammi to mumbling about Drake. I couldn't help but chuckle.

"I'm kidding; we haven't discussed anyone being godmother or godfather yet, I just found out two hours ago that I was pregnant. I just had to razz you; since you so graciously nominated yourself." I laughed and patted him on the back. "Besides; once we get down to Florida Jon might make a new best friend." I chuckled again.

Sammi glared at me, "You're just plain evil Tempest! Jon couldn't replace me even if he wanted to; there is no one like me." He gleamed at me.

"You can say that again! You are definitely one-of-a-kind Sammi; and thank you for the congratulations. I'm just a little nervous about what the WWE will say; they hired me to wrestle; now I'm not going to be able to do that for a year. I'm concerned they will take back their offer when they find out." I confided to him.

"Tempest; you are easily the toughest woman I've ever seen. The other women are too scared to get into the ring with you; and you were plowing through us guys like we were just standing still for you. You beat Jon; you won a clean victory over the champ. If the WWE decided to take back their offer, they would be morons. So what's the worst that could happen with you there? You learn how to manage or Valet and do that while you're pregnant and then they put you in the ring once you are able to compete again. The way I see it is they are still getting work from you. You know how Jon is; they might want to consider making you his valet because you're the only one who has managed to keep him under control. If all else fails and he's freaking out about something; you can always handcuff him to the bed, because I won't be around to get him out of them." Sammi laughed at the memory. "I've never seen Jon so angry and scared in my life; it was definitely more fear about what might happen to you than anger that he was stuck there." He said.

I chuckled a little, "Yes; I know. He was so scared when he got to the hospital; I never want to do that again to him. The handcuffs? I can't promise I won't do that again though." I laughed and gave Sammi a quick peck on the cheek before heading inside to get Moxley's birthday cake.

Everyone gathered around and sang to Moxley; which made her so excited, Jon and I helped her blow out the candle. A few hours later the party came to an end and Jon and I had put Moxley into bed with her bear. Jon and I headed for bed as well; since it had been a long day. Honestly; I think he really just was using it as an excuse for us to cuddle. Jon was already in bed and I had gone into the bathroom. I had bought him a surprise gift to celebrate the two of us making it to WWE; I hadn't planned on actually giving it to him until he had his first match in FCW, but now it looked like I might be too far along to make it look the way I wanted it to. I decided I better give it to him now. I walked out of our master bathroom and came into the bedroom. He was paying attention to the TV; I smiled waiting for him to notice me standing there. When he did; his eyes got wide and his mouth dropped open. I had bought a cheetah print baby doll with a matching G-string. I could tell he was trying to say something, but he seemed to be having a hard time.

"Oh my god! Wildcat…what…what is that?" He stuttered, not taking his eyes off me. I grinned.

"You mean this?" I ran my hands down over the outfit. "Surprise!" I climbed onto the bed.

"That is one hell of a surprise! What do I owe this surprise to? I know it's not our anniversary." He said.

"No you're right; it's not our anniversary. Actually; you're getting this present early, since when I was planning to give it to you I am going to be a bit bigger than I am now. I was going to wear it the night you had your first match at FCW. So, instead you're getting it now." I kissed him deeply and shortly after he was returning the kiss. I felt his hand running down the satin material covering my back until he grabbed my ass. I grinned, "Are you looking for trouble 'Slugger'?" I asked.

"I am always looking for trouble when you're around Wildcat! You are so fucking beautiful; I can't believe that you are blessing us with another child. When I watch Moxley, I imagine what you must have looked like at that age. I see you in her, God help us when she becomes a teenager! She'll be a force to be reckoned with."

I chuckled, "I know, she'll be a tough, strong-willed, young woman. I think she might also be out-going and someone who will draw people to her; just like her father." I kissed him and then took ahold of the bottom of his t-shirt and worked it over his head, tossing it on the floor. Kissing a path from his navel up to his neck, feeling his muscles ripple as my mouth moves upward. I've always loved that about him.

"Jesus Tempest! You know how much that drives me crazy. You do know that this is how we keep having children right?" He chuckled.

"Funny! Yes, I'm quite aware of the birds and the bees. Just for that; I'll make sure you give that talk to our daughter when she comes and asks about it. I also will make sure you explain to our second child whether we have a boy or a girl, so keep chuckling Mox." I laughed as I watched the color leave his face. I smiled and kissed him again. Jon took the hem of the babydoll and pulled it over my head. As he leaned up and gave each of my nipples equal attention. Moaning softly I arched my back; jutting out my breasts towards him. He took ahold of each breast and squeezed roughly. "Ohhhhh…Jon!" I moaned.

He smiled and gently rolled us over so he was on top. "I love it when you moan my name; but I think I can make you scream it." Jon moved his body down mine and grasped the top of the flimsy G-string and used his teeth to slide them down; I raised my hips so he could get them off. Both of his hands slid up my inner thighs, stopping before he reached my pussy. As he ran them back down to my ankle, his touch sent chills through my entire body. I kept my eyes locked on him; he gave me that cocky grin of his, the one he always gave when he knew he was going to get what he wanted. He started to lay soft kisses along my inner thigh; I spread my legs wider before he could nudge them open. He looked up again just briefly before his tongue flicked over clit making me gasp loudly. My hips thrust up when he took my clit into his mouth and started sucking on it. I watched as he slid two fingers into my wet tunnel and curve up to stroke against my g-spot. My hips thrust up in time with his strokes and moaned loudly. "Mmm…that's it Tempest; let go baby. Moan my name again if you want this hard cock." Jon murmured.

"Oh god Jon! Fuck me!" I moaned to him. Always willing to give me what I wanted; Jon lined up with my body and slowly pushed himself inside me. Soon we fell into the perfect rhythm; knowing exactly what turned the other on. His breathing becoming pants as we both got closer to our climaxes. Moments later I fell apart; my orgasm setting Jon's off. We stayed entwined with each other; we must have dozed off. I was awakened by Jon's yelp of pain. I opened an eye and spotted what caused him to yell. Moxley had come into the bedroom and was poking Jon in the face.

"I'm awake baby girl; you can stop poking Daddy now." Jon said groggily, moving until he was sitting up in bed. Moxley must have thought he was angry; she started to sob. Her small frame moving as she sucked in oxygen in gasps. "Moxley, Daddy isn't mad. Shhhh…don't cry." Jon trying to comfort her.

"Ley soowee Dada. Ley see monsta!" She cried. I patted the bed near me, letting her crawl onto the bed.

"You saw a monster?" I asked her to be sure that's what she saying. She shook her head yes and wrapped herself around me. "It's ok Moxley; your daddy knows how to make monsters go away. He'll go and tell the silly monster not to scare you anymore. You can sleep with me and daddy; come get under the sheets and I'll tell you a story while Daddy sends the monster away." She climbed over me to get in the middle of the bed; I pulled the sheets up over the two of us and watched Jon go to her room to 'scare the monster away'.