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A/N: At the end of this chapter.

Definitely Maybe

With his hands safely guarded inside the pockets of his hoodie and his face hidden underneath his customary worn cap, Phil Brooks was walking down the street with the calm of those who didn't live in a hurry. And he didn't, at least not that day. He knew he had a few minutes to spare and since the place he wanted to go was just around the corner he was taking his time in getting there.

That way and walking pass countless of people as he kept going; the tattooed man couldn't help but to mumble under his breath how much he hated every place on Earth that wasn't Chicago.

He hated the intensity of the sun that shone too brightly in his eyes, he hated the awful food and he hated the people and all their pretenses. Maybe it was him that was biased, but really… he wished he was in Chicago.

In his mind there was no place like Chi-Town and he wished he would be walking that same walk in his native Wind City.

But he wasn't, unfortunately and it was what it was, it was always the same… a routine where every two weeks he would take a plane, go from the airport to the grocery store to replenish his fridge, clean up a bit and then go down to take his walk. He has been doing that for more than four years now and even though he hated that State as much as the next, he didn't have it in him not to be right there in that precise moment.

Blowing a breath out of his mouth and lifting his face up, the Chicago native took a turn to the left and there it was, rising up from the ground as it always was; a building full of kids… or as he liked to call it, hell on earth.

In all fairness of being honest, Phil had to admit that he hated schools. He hated it when he was in it and now as an adult he hated it even more. Teachers, meetings, a bunch of kids that weren't your own… he just hated the whole system and its modus operandi.

But this was part of his routine and thus it was part of his life so he folded his hands to his chest and resting his back against a tree he waited the few minutes he had and like he knew it would happen, once those minutes passed by a loud ring was heard all over and in a matter of nothing the doors busted open and an stampede of brats came running out to invade the streets and thus putting an end to peace.

He watched all this, his olive green eyes fixed on the doors until he saw her. The prettiest girl of them all and the only kid he could stomach walking down the stairs with her dark hair pulled up in a messy pony tail while dragging her backpack along the way.

She saw him on the spot, and with a pout gracing her features she walked his way, her body language screaming out loud that she wasn't a happy girl that day.

Now this was odd, Phil was used to have that same girl running to him with a big smile on his face as soon as she saw him and that afternoon she seemed down… maybe even annoyed. It was rare to see her like that and raising an eyebrow he wondered what was with her. But before he could even say hello to then ask her what was with her, the girl folder her arms and with her expressive green olive eyes she spoke first.

"Dad, why my mom and you never got married?"

The question was shot without warning and Phil did a double take; sure, there were a lot worse questions she could have asked him, but still… ah, but he recovered quickly and smiling a genuine smile he clicked his tongue to his cheek and sighed. "Is that how you say hello to your dad? Come and give me a kiss, and don't roll your eyes at me."

The girl did as she was told and Phil collaborated by lowering himself so she could kiss his cheek briefly. "My friend Kim's parents are getting a divorce; she says his dad has a new girlfriend because he doesn't love her mom anymore. Where you and mom boyfriend and girlfriend? She says boyfriends get to have sex and…"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa… wait a minute; hold your horses right there missus." Phil said out loud as he motioned her to stop talking. "Who is this Kim and why are you two talking about sex?" Phil asked, blinking his eyes rapidly as his daughter eyed him up.

Rolling her eyes and blowing out a breath, the girl kept going. "Kim is my friend, I told you dad. And we had a class today where they explained us everything about sex and how it's done."

Oh no, no, no… he didn't know why but he hated the fact that his little girl could know even the basics of sex. She was just a baby and she has no business talking or thinking about sex! "They explained what? Aren't you too young…? Does your mom knows about this?"

"There's a boy in my class that says he heard his parents saying that he was an accident and that's why they got married. Was I an accident too? If I am then why didn't you and mom got married and how do you put your penis by accident in…"

"Hey, don't…" Shaking his head and closing his eyes for a couple of seconds, Phil rose a hand in the air opened his mouth. "You know, I think this is a conversation you should have with your mom… I don't think I'm…"

Fuck, he just wasn't ready to listen to such a thing as his daughter saying the word penis in front of him. Call him old fashioned or a wuss, he didn't care; but he would rather have nothing to do with her inquiring mind.

If she wanted to know more about sex then she sure as hell wasn't going to hear it from him. It would be different if she was a boy, but because she wasn't he was going to leave that duty to her mom.

Yup, must definitely! So with that in mind he took her backpack and started to walk back the way he came. "Come on, let's get something to eat."

At his words, the ten year old girl lowered her gaze and bit on her lips as she sighed loudly. "I just wanted to know about you and mom and why did you have me."

Phil watched her out of the corner of his eye, frowning. The girl was walking by his side, but she had what he thought was the most miserable face ever…

He didn't like seeing her like that, he may always be the prick everyone said he was but when it came to his daughter he had another side; a much gentler side that most of his friends could barely believe.

"I'll tell you what, ask me anything that doesn't have to deal with sex and I'll answer you with the truth and nothing with the truth."

At that, the girl's face lit up and her big green eyes fixed in his. "Really, do you pinky promise?"

"Yes, I pinky promise." He hissed, unable to ignore the fact that even though the girl had his eyes and coloring, she looked exactly like her mother. Same smile, same features and definitely her same gestures.

"Hmmm." Placing a finger to her lips, the girl closed one eye and then gasped. "Oh I know, tell me how you and mom met."

"Easy one, we worked together."

"Was she your girlfriend?"

Using his fingers to scratch the skin right below his ear, Phil quirked his lips and took in a deep breath. "Well…"

"Uncle Colt said you've had a lot of girlfriends."

Snorting, Phil put his hands back in his pockets and shrugged. "I wouldn't say they were a lot but yeah I've dated a few girls back in my day. In fact, right before I had you there were three girls in my life and even though I didn't date them all you can say that they were like 'girlfriends'.

"Three?" The girl asked dropping her jaw in amazement.

"Uh hum, and you know what, I'm going to tell you about it as the story of how I meet your mother; but… there's going to be a catch, I'm going to change all the names and you'll have to find out who is your mom. Let's see how smart you really are."

The girl giggled, wrinkling her nose and looking up to her dad as he took hold of her pony tail to run his fingers through it. "Okay." She said, the two of them walking down the street as they did every two weeks when he would pick her up at school on Friday.

"Alright, so it all started ten years ago while I worked for the biggest wrestling company there was, it was called WWE and we all worked there…"

TBC?

A/N: Yes, I got this idea while watching Definitely Maybe and I decided to give it a try with Punk as the main character. This first chapter is like a prologue and then it will follow with some flashbacks told from Punk's POV. Hope you enjoy and feel free to tell me who do you want to see as the three 'girlfriends'. Hope you enjoyed ;)