“I miss you daddy.” Your three-year-old daughter was on the couch facetiming Dean. He was working on Christmas which was heartbreaking. You wanted to be together on Christmas, but WWE had other plans. You were upset to say the least. You hated seeing (Y|D|N) upset. “I miss you, cupcake.” Dean responded. Tomorrow was Christmas Eve, so you had to get (Y|D|N)’s presents wrapped asap. You walked over, sitting beside her, seeing Dean’s face on the phone screen. “I think it’s getting time for her to go to bed.” You said, taking the phone. “I want daddy.” (Y|D|N) whimpered, laying her head on your shoulder. She let out a yawn, rubbing her eyes.
