No one would've thought anyone would have a child with the Deadman, if you would've looked at him that way people would think your crazy for seeing him in that way, he was a scary guy, why would you like him like that? But you were different, the time he acknowledged your presence you went after him, and it worked after barely a few tries, it had to of been the kinkiest night of your life. The big man didn't talk much in the ring, but in the bedroom? Oh, his mouth would run nonstop... completely opposite person than what he shows in the ring.

After that night you two would hook up on a pretty regular occasion until you told him his kid was growing inside you, he left and you kept the child. Now they were three years old, the kid looked more like they're father than you, had his eyes and his hair color. The kid was a curious one, always roaming off and getting into places and situations they shouldn't, needed to be supervised all the time, but was attached to you, never liking when you go away but was fine with themself running off then crying when they can't find you.

You were sat in the hotel room the business gave you for Summerslam, the kid knocked out asleep on the bed next to you as you flip through channels on the TV, a knock on the door interrupted your peace, you get out of bed and walked to the door barefoot, the tiredness that was slowly taking over your body made you not check all the safety measures and led to you just opening the door. Your wide awake now when your met with a chest at eye level, you look up and meet those haunting green eyes, his hair pulled back into a low and lazy ponytail, he looks down at you with a soft gaze. Which... is odd for the big man to be soft, what would give him a reason to be?