Disclaimer - I don't own anybody. They all belong to Mr Vincent Kennedy McMahon

Prologue

The sound of a baby's cries could be heard over the monitor. What had started as soft whimpers had quickly become a series of loud wails. Paul gently removed his arms from around his wife and quickly made his way down the hall and to his daughters bedroom. He chuckled to himself as he saw her little face scrunch up before she squealed like the gravest injustice had befallen her. Quickly, so as not to wake his sleeping wife, he lifted her up and cradled her to his chest. He began to gently bounce her up and down as he walked around the room, trying to soothe her back to sleep.

"Shhhhhh, there there now."

"It's OK. Daddy's here," he cooed gently.

She soon relaxed and cuddled into her fathers embrace. He held her close and watched as her little eyelids slowly closed and her breathing deepened. Sometimes, he couldn't believe that he had helped create something so wonderful. He held her a little longer, making sure she was definitely sleeping before gently kissing her head and laying her back in the cot. He left the room and returned to his own, carefully getting back into the bed. Fortunately, Stephanie was still asleep. He snuggled in behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and burying his face in her hair. As he lay beside her, he couldn't help but thank his lucky stars for the life he led. A successful job that he loved, which also provided financial security, and the two most important things in his life - his wife and his daughter. Sometimes he had to pinch himself to remember that it was all real. It felt like it was not too long ago when she had waltzed into his life and turned it completely upside down - a good upside down. Getting caught up in his memories, he lay beside her and remembered...