I still haven't managed to wrangle ownership of any parts of the WWE. Only the plot and the original characters are mine.

Tayler opened it to find a woman with hair drawn up in a bun and an ill-fitting suit standing on her step. "Can I help you?" she asked.

The woman looked down her nose at Tayler. "I am here to do a home inspection and an unannounced visit." Tayler gripped the doorframe. "You and your husband are separated, yes? He has filed paperwork with the courts, so we are following up with his charges."

Tayler began to sway. "What charges?"

The woman stepped closer to Tayler. "Are you denying me entry into the home?"

Jon stood behind Tayler, holding his phone in his hand. "I am formally letting you know that you are being recorded. It is Tayler's right to record what happens in her house and anyone forcibly entering her home." He put his hand on Tayler's shoulder. "Please state you name, ID number, and who you work for." The woman sputtered. "It is legally required that you identify yourself before you request entry for a home visit, especially when you do-so for the well-being of a minor. Name, ID, department, and case number. NOW. Or you will be detained and we will call the police. Better yet, Tay, call the police now. This is sounding fishy."

The woman suddenly produced her badge, the case file, and all of the information Jon had requested. She huffed, "I have never… in my life… I am definitely putting this in my report! It will not look good, that is for sure."

Jon asked Tayler, "Do you see her supervisor's number in there? You can take this video to the department as soon as she leaves. I think the supervisor or the judge might like to see how cooperative you've been and how you were threatened for asking for verification and identification."

Colton and Devin came into the living room and sat down. The woman looked at both boys, who simply said "Hello." Tayler looked from the woman to the boys and back. Colton finally said, "Our rooms are clean and our chores are done."

The woman harrumphed and made note of something in her notebook. Tayler crossed her arms. "Not that I owe you an explanation, but we just got back from vacation so the boys made sure that their own rooms were cleaned and that their laundry was folded and put away. We are getting back to normal life."

"Actually you do owe me an explanation because I tried to reach you three days ago and there wasn't anyone here. I need to report why I was unable to contact you and the children." she huffed. "As your case worker, I am required by law to be able to contact the children at any time."

"As I said, we were on vacation. The children are in my custody and we are allowed to do that. We haven't had a case worker assigned to us nor have I been made aware of any of this prior to leaving on vacation."

"Well…"

"Well nothing. We have done everything that the custody agreement requires. We have gone to the assigned meeting spot and waited for him only to have him not show. We have called, e-mailed, register-snail-mailed… You name it and we've tried it. He hasn't fulfilled his end." Colton jumped up from his seat and raced from the room as his mother spoke. "These boys are my life. I have done everything I can to provide for them and he has done nothing, nothing for them. Don't come waltzing in here dare to take that condescending tone with me about being difficult to reach because I took my kids on vacation!" Colton came back into the room with a file that he handed to his mother. She laid it on the coffee table, closed her eyes, took a deep breath and held it. Exhaling slowly she opened her eyes and stared at the woman. "You may look but you may not touch. These are for my lawyer." She opened the file and showed the woman documentation of phone calls, e-mails, registered mail receipts, and still photos from surveillance videos that showed both the kids and herself waiting for him when he didn't show for visitations. "We have been abiding by the agreement. This house is a safe environment for both boys. I work to provide for their needs. He doesn't pay the court-ordered child support. This is our life. We live it and we enjoy it." She shut the folder. "We don't need a sanctimonious harpy coming in and telling us it isn't good enough. That it isn't up to her standards. And we certainly don't need HIM trying to upset the apple cart and pretend he gives a damn now when he hasn't shown up in the past"

Devin cut-off his mother. "My entire life. If you ask me, that man is evil." The woman's eyes popped. "My mother is a saint. My mother is helping me get over my father's abuse. If you let him back into our lives, I don't know what will happen to me. I just know it won't be good."

Colton put his arm around his brother. "If he wants back into our lives, I want to see a judge. I want to testify. I want to know about the rights of the kids. We have to have a say. I want to talk in open court. Tell him that. Go tell him that I said I want to tell a judge the things I heard in this house, the things that he said to my brother and the things he did to my mother. Tell him that." Colton leaned forward. "And if you threaten to take us from my mother again, I will make sure some reporter somewhere finds out that you knew you were taking us from a safe place and putting us in an abusive one. It's on video so it will be easy to prove." Colton stood up so Devin stood beside him. "We learned how to survive. We learned we only have each other. Don't walk into this house and threaten us."

Tayler stood beside her children. "I wasn't going to make accusations. I was going to… Devin wants to take his stand and I stand proudly beside him." She squeezed her son's shoulder. "You heard their response. You've seen that the house is fitting. Make your report."

The woman nodded as she held up one finger. "One last question. Who is he?" she asked, pointing at Jon.

Both boys rolled their eyes. Colton snorted. Devin laughed. Colton finally spoke. "Seriously? Seriously? THAT'S what our father is accusing our mother of? After the women he ran through? Mom hasn't dated. Mom's too busy working. Mr. Jon is the closest that Mom has come to a date and we have been around them every time they have been within sight of each other. We've been trying to get them to go out together but it hasn't happened yet. Thanks to you, now it probably won't." Both boys looked absolutely dejected.

"Don't let this visit be a deterrent." the woman said. "Colton and Devin seem to be very well-rounded young men. Having a good male role model in their lives would be wonderful." She closed her notebook and file and headed for the door.

As soon as the door shut, Jon shut off the recorder. "Now what?" Tayler sighed as she sat back on the sofa and held out her arms for her boys to collapse into.

Jon said, "Call your lawyer. Tell them what just happened. Ask if they mind if you bring in some help. If they don't, I'll call a friend who knows someone who will make short work of this husband of yours."

Fifteen minutes later, Tayler's lawyer was talking to John Cena's and Randy Orton's divorce attorneys, and the three of them were planning on making mincemeat out of the man gunning for the sweet-soon-to-be-single-mom that had rescued the WWE stars on vacation. Jon almost pitied the man. Almost.