My Father's World

Note: Ya, I didn't disappear. I didn't abandon the story completely or anything. If goes as planned, this fic won't end for a while. Hopefully. So here ya'll are.

Shawn carried Crystal's stuff upstairs to the nicest guest room that he'd decided would be hers. As he did, he mused over the startling revelation that he had another child. Looking at her was like seeing Erica again with obvious mistakes. She had his eyes, and his ears, and his smile. And Erica had remembered that he'd wanted their first child to be called either Christopher or Crystal.

He remembered the day he'd come home and found the note. The note that he carried everywhere he'd went. The note that he'd thought had ended his life. Shawn sighed and sat on the bed, taking an old, many creased piece of paper from his pocket.

Dear Shawny,

This is hard for me to say, and even harder to write, but I'm leaving. Your career is blooming and I can't deal with being with someone I only see once or twice a week. Know that I still love you and I always will. Shawn, my Darling, please don't mourn my leaving forever. Find someone and be happy.

I love you,

Erica

Shawn brushed the tears on his face away, folded the letter, and put it back in his pocket. Sighing again heavily, Shawn decended the steps and walked back into the living room. There he saw Crystal massaging her legs.

"You ok?" he asked, concerned.

"Yup, just a little sore from walking." she said, stretching. Shawn stared.

"You walked here?" he asked. Crystal nodded.

"But its five and a half miles from the airport! Carrying all of that stuff?" he exclaimed. Crystal strugged and nodded again.

"Well no wonder you're sore. Here, I'll run you a hot bath and give you a painkiller. Sound good?" he asked, helping her to her feet. She nodded eagarly and Shawn helped her upstairs. Crystal walked to one of her suitcases and dug through it for clothes to change into. HBK shirt, black jeans, black cowboy boots. Shawn laughed at her choices.

"Yeah, you're definetly mine." he said. "Nice shirt."

"Thank, I have many more." she said back, letting him lead her to the bathroom and watched as he ran the water.

"So you're a fan huh?" he chuckled.

"Since I was three or four. I saw my first wrestling match then with Momma. It was you vs The British Bulldog for the Eurpean Championship. You won." She smiled and Shawn laughed.

"And your favorates are...?" he asked.

"You, Rey Mysterio, Matt Hardy, RVD, Triple H, and Jeff Hardy in that order." Shawn nodded and smirked cockily.

"Well I would hope I was your favorate." he joked. "I gotta go call Vince. Towels on the rack kay? Call if you need anything."

"Got it." she told him. He left and she got undress and slid into the hot water with a sigh. It felt so good. She soaked for awhile before getting out and dressing. She walked back into her room to see Shawn there waiting for her.

"Hey Baby Girl, nice soak?" he asked.

"You bet erm... what should I call you?" she asked awkwardly.

"Doesn't matter to me. Ya could call me a pink, fuzzy Easter bunny for all I care." he grinned. Crystal giggled.

"How 'bout Dad?" she asked. Shawn smiled warmly and nodded.

"Sounds good. Here, your painkiller." he said, holding out a pill and bottle of water.

"Thanks...Dad." she smiled at him and Shawn pulled back the covers on the bed. Crystal crawled underneith them and Shawn tucked the covers around her.

"Have a good sleep." he said. His answer was the sound of Crystal snoring.