Hello everyone! This is just an idea I had floating around in my head. Let me know if you enjoy by reviewing or if you don't like it! Just though I'd test the waters with it. Let me know if you enjoy! xx

Btw; I don't own anyone apart from Pixie, her brother and his wife. &&like I said ENJOYYYY.

I walked the busy corridors of the arena building looking down at the stream of commands on my clipboard. My head was abuzz with information and tonight I really didn't know where to start. My heels clicked against the stone floors and I turned left and right round corners looking for the right door. I could feel myself getting a little frustrated. Why was this beginning of the evening always the most difficult?

While I carry on looking I'll explain a little bit more. My name is Pixie Ryan and I work as a personal assistant and head coordinator for the Diva's of the WWE. Pretty cool right? Well those girls can be really high maintenance when they want to be. Which is most of the time. My schedule was crazy hectic, I was always going from one place to the other. But I loved my job. I wouldn't give it up for anything. Well maybe a family but I wasn't planning on that for another few years; unfortunately.

Working with the WWE is amazing you get to travel to all these different countries and meet some amazing people. I knew everyone backstage mostly because I was always doing something or other for one of the Diva's.

I was average height for a girl, maybe 5'9, small build but athletic. My hair was mid length cut really crazy and colour different shades of blue mixed with the odd streak of black. I was an oddball. Had been since I was a teenager. I liked the way I looked. My make-up (whenever I was bothered to wear it) with usually dark and heavy but somehow classy.

My wardrobe didn't really have any conservative clothes in it. I wasn't really the suit wearing type no matter what job I had. Tonight I'd decided on a pair of boot cut jeans, covered in slits and holes everywhere, that hung low on my hips. The top half was simple red tank-top and black waistcoat mix. The shoes was always my favourite part of an outfit. Today I'd decided on a pair of 5 inch heels with a hidden 1 inch platform on the front and they were red and black poka dots. I'd thought they were a good choice but all the walking was making me regret my decision.

After another 5 minutes of looking I finally found the place I was looking for. A door with a silver butterfly and the word Diva written in fancy lettering. I didn't bothering knocking and walked straight in. "Hey girls!" They all turned and smiled at me chiming in with their own hello's. "Okay, now that I finally found you, I've got your schedules here." I started shuffling through my papers when I saw Maryse break away from everyone and walk over to me.

"Pixie, did you speak to Vince about me breaking away from Ted Dibiase?" She looked at me with a gleam in her eye.

"Yeah, I did. I'm sorry Maryse but he really likes the storyline at the moment. He said he wont be ending it anytime soon. Sorry."

"Never mind. I suppose I'll just have to grit my teeth and bare it. Thanks anyways." I gave her the barest of smiles and went back to shuffling my papers. I told you I was always doing something.

"Okay, girls gather round." They all put down their lipsticks and hairspray and came over to listen. "Right, standard match tonight. Melina, your going against Alicia Fox for the Diva's Championship…" I saw Alicia smug smile spread across her face, can you tell I don't like her? "Alicia your gonna run a quick heel promo first. Sadly that's it for TV appearances tonight, but I do need, Maryse, Jillian, Eve and the Bella's for a photo shoot in 20 minutes. Everyone got it? Any questions…"

All their voices hit me at once. They all needed something or wanted to badger me about tonight's show. Typical. It died down after a while and I was left with Melina. Me and her clicked, she was probably the only Diva there I could stay in a room with for longer then 5 minutes and not want to rip my hair out.

"So Pix, what you up too tonight?"

"I dunno, I was thinking of going back to my hotel room getting into a nice steamy bath filled with bubbles and an ice cold bottle of beer. How about you?" I put my clipboard to the side and sat down slipping my feet out of my heels and resting them on Melina's legs.

"That sounds like a good idea. But I'm going out with the girls tonight. They all want to go to this club they heard about so I said I'd go with."

"I wish I could do that, but after a stressful day here all I want to do is sleep."

"What are you 80?"

"Hey! You girls are really hard work!"

"I'm just saying, you have to make room for clubbing, when was the last time you got good and drunk?" I had to think about that for a minute. I actually couldn't remember the last time I went out to get good and drunk. Melina smiled at me, I hated it when she was right. "You just need to go out and drink like a gallon of booze and you know… get laid."

"Mel!" I burst into a fit of giggles at the seriousness of her comment. Trust her to come out with something like that. "I can't believe your serious."

"Well, when was the last time you got good and laid?"

"Will you quit doing that! Look I don't need to get drunk or laid, I'm perfectly fine in my bath." I got up and slipped my feet back into my heels and grabbed my clipboard. "That's what jet stream was invented for." I walked to the door and waved at everyone before leaving.

I walked back down the corridor this time knowing where I was going. I let my hands sway at my sides and I made my way to the catering area. As soon as I hit the main backstage area I knew tonight was going to be a crazy one. Stagehands and assistants along with every other worker you could imagine was working like crazy. Hooking up wires and monitors, setting up tables and trunks. I weaved in and out of the runners and tried not to bash into anyone.

As I got closer to catering the smell of the food hit my nose and my belly started to rumble. I hurried along till I got there and went straight over to the food. My eye caught a chocolate cake so I grabbed a big slice and sat down. I picked up my fork and was about to dig in when a huge pair of hands covered my eyes and a deep voice said "guess who?"

"Hmm, I'd say those hands and voice belong to you John?"

"Damn! You're too good at this game." Taking up the seat next to me was my very best friend in the whole world. John Cena. Weird huh? I'd known him since I started here. He took me under his wing and helped me. I'd probably have been fired on the first day if it wasn't for John. He was like my hero. He was my confidence, whenever I needed him he always seemed to be there for me. I trusted him never to let me down. And to always make me laugh when I was sad; he was good at that.

He always seemed to make my heart skip a beat with the barest of smiles. He drove me crazy. I smiled at him as he sat down opposite me and stole a bite from my cake. "Hey Pixie, you're looking stressed tonight."

"Thanks John. Girls are the same as usual. It's either, 'I don't have my water' or 'make sure there's a towel waiting for me when I'm finished' I hate women."

"That's a shame. I always imagined you as a woman lover."

"Stop being such a douche John, you know what I meant."

"Oh course I knew what you meant, doesn't mean I couldn't make a dirty reply." I fell into a little fit of giggles, I always seemed to when John was around. I couldn't help myself. It just happened. Just then I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket I took it out and checked the ID. "Who is it?"

"It's my brother. I wonder what he wants." I heaved a big sigh before answering. "Hey Max."
"Hey Pixie, how're you?"
"I'm fine, what's up?"
"Listen, I need to speak to you, it's important."
"Oh really, well can't you speak to me on the phone?"
"No, I need to speak to you in person"
"Well, that's going to be a bit difficult I'm in DC right now."
"I am too, I just flew in, where is your hotel I'll meet you there tonight when you've finished work." I gave him all the details and told him to wait in my room for me. I hung up the phone and shoved it back into my pocket.

"What's up with your brother?"

"He said he needs to speak to me, said it's important."

"Any idea what it's about?"

"None, he said he'd just flown in. I guess I'll find out later. I better head, I need to sort some stuff out before the show starts or I'll have a riot on my hands."

"Okay, don't forget it's movie night tonight, my room, after your, you know meeting with your brother." I winked and John and gave him the rest of my cake before walking back to the girls. As I went all I could think about was my brother. To be honest I'd never had a tight relationship with him.

Since our parents died in an accident, we drifted apart. I was 16 and Max was 24. I know it should of made us stronger but Max was never one to open up to me, he was my big brother but I was always the mature one between us. When we lost our parents I turned into the mom, Max was working, but I'd finish school and get home before him so I'd clean, cook and do all my homework. It made me grow up real quick, I always resent Max for that.

I just wondered what he wanted from me. But whatever it was I just hope it wasn't anything too big. And wouldn't keep me from John for too long.

After the show had finished I found myself dreading the cab ride back to the hotel. I could feel my palms sweating slightly, what could be so important that Max would want to speak to me? I watched as all the buildings flew by and the possibilities in my mind added up each one seeming more unlikely.

As the cab came to a stop I paid the driver and climbed out making my way to the front desk waiting for the receptionist to finish her phone call. When she did I gave her my winning smile and asked her… "Hi, do you know if a Max Ryan has checking in yet?"

"Are you Pixie Ryan?"

"Yes."

"Okay, Mr. Ryan asked me to send you straight to his room. He is in number 225."

"Thank you." I smiled at her and made my way to the elevator. Usually I would of taken the stairs but my feet were killing me and I wanted to get Max out of the way as quick as possible. The doors pinged and I stepped out finding myself at his door. I hesitated before knocking. I heard footsteps and my heart beat a little to hard before it opened and I saw my big brother for the first time in about a year.

He looked exactly the same only he had a few grey hairs and he'd grown a stubble, which was unusual because he was always so clean shaven. He was standing at 6'8 and weighed roughly 220lbs and it was pure muscle. He worked as a for a major bank as some high up business guy. I never really concentrated on what he did. I just knew he travelled and earned a lot of money.

"Pixie, I'm so glad you're here. You look great come in." I shuffled inside, I could feel myself becoming 16 again. It felt awkward and uncomfortable. I felt myself begin to fiddle with my purse, I heard to the door close behind me and I watched as Max loosened his tie. "It's really good to see you, little sis. How long has it been?"

"A year, cousin Macy's wedding."

"That's right." Silence fell. The level of comfort dropped even lower as well as the temperature in the room. I sighed and crossed my arms I wasn't going to let this carry on.

"Let's cut the bullshit Maxi. You said you wanted to see me, you said it was important." Max sighed and sat down raking his hands through his unkempt hair, which was also unusual he was always so well groomed. I hated to admit it but I was actually worried about him. "Maxi, what's wrong, I've never seen you looking so… stressed and worried. Tell me." He looked up at me, running a hand over the stubble growth on his chin.

"Pix, you might want to sit down."

"Okay you're really scaring me now, what's wrong?" I sat down next to him and put a comforting hand on his back. I felt a tiny tremble run through his back.

"I know things have been tough between us. Ever since we lost mom and dad we haven't been as close…" oh here we go, pulling the 'mom and dad' card. Every time he wants something he always mentions them. Like a guilt trip thing. "See here's the thing, you know me and Lindsey have been trying to get pregnant for a few years now right?"

I let the surprise read on my face. "No, actually I didn't know that."

"Oh. Well, we have. And it hasn't gone well, a few weeks ago we went to the doctors and had a few tests done. And the results came back 3 days ago." He paused, I waited for him to carry on when he didn't I gave him a little shove. Something John always did to me when I didn't want to carry on.

"And… what did they say?"

"She can't have children. They say her womb is an inhospitable environment." Sounded about right… his wife could be a real bitch when she wanted.

"Oh…" I couldn't figure out what to say, it seemed like such a random comment. "So… what are you going to about it?"

"We discussed it. We could adopt but Lindsey always wanted a kid that was her own. So we decided to go with Surrogacy."

"I know a little about it."

"Yeah, this way we can use my… you know…" I quickly nodded to rid myself of the awkward feeling. "And her egg mix them together and put them inside a surrogate how will carry the child to term for us. The child would biologically be ours but they would just help carry it. But we didn't want just anyone to do it."

"Okay, so what does this all have to do with me?…" He looked at me, taking my hand in his and giving me serious eye contact. I waited, looking at him the whole time. Then I realised why he was here. I felt the shock register before I actually fully understood it.

"You son of a bitch…" I stood up grabbing my purse as I did.

"Pix wait, listen I need you. We need you. Please… will you be the surrogate? Will you help me and my wife have a baby?"

"I… can't deal with this right now Max, I have to go." I went for the door going as fast as my heels would let me. I slammed the door behind me just as I heard Max shouting.

"This is the way mom and dad would want…" I leaned against the door for a second catching my breath before removing my heels and running towards John's room.

I stood at John's room thumping on the door as hard as I could, I banged until my fist hurt. I banged until John opened the door and I saw his face light with a smile. I would have melted if I wasn't feeling so mad. "Hey baby…" he stopped when he saw my face, I must of looked madder then I thought. "What happened?"

I pushed my way inside throwing away my purse and shoes. I felt like crying. I collapsed on the bed burying my face into the pillow. I didn't know what to say or do. Or feel for that matter. My brother just turns up after a year and wants me to carry his and his wife's child? He wanted me to distort my body for him? He wanted me to fuck with my life for him? I wanted to kill him!

"Okay, what's wrong." I felt the bed sag as John sat down next to me. He placed a hand on my back and I felt it tingle. "Come on Pixie." He grabbed my arm and dragged me into a sitting position. "What did your brother want?"

"What makes you think it was my brother that made me this angry?"

"Isn't it always your brother?"I sighed feeling a weight in my chest deepen.

"True… So Max turns up and we start talking, all the usual bullshit pleasantries. He then goes on to tell me how him and his wife Lindsey want to have a baby and have been trying for ages okay?…"

"Okay…"

"Then how they cant because she's a bitch and her womb wont allow it; you know blah, blah, blah…" I stopped to take a breath before carrying on I could see the cogs in Johns head turning so he could keep up. "He then goes on to ask me… if I could carry his child!"

"Oh. Wait, what?"

"Like a surrogate. He wants to use me as a host for his baby! I haven't seen him in a year and he just turns up and asks me to carry a baby! What the fuck am I suppose to do John huh? What?" I stopped ranting for a moment, my chest rising and falling trying to intact oxygen. John looked at me for a moment scratching his head.

"Pixie to be honest with you… I think your screwed." John smiled at me and waited. It didn't take long and before I knew it he had me in a fit of giggles. Now I just needed to figure out what the hell I was suppose to do.