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Never Til Now	By : TonksLupin2011 & FionaFletcher91 Category: WWF/WWE > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 500 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not associate with anyone from the WWE or the wrestling universe. I do not know Bayley/Pam or any of the other superstars in my story. I write this purely for entertainment and fun. I do not make any money off of the creations I write.

Chapter List
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I woke with my face against Pam's back. I started to move and realized my face was stuck to her back. "No, you can't get up yet; it's the one morning that I don't have to rush off." She said, rolling quickly, pulling me into her arms. "I didn't realize that you enjoy golden showers?" I said. She sighed, letting me out of bed. "You could have said, Hey Pammy, I have to pee," she shouted after me as I closed the bathroom door. "It wouldn't have been as fun; I love tormenting you," I said as I climbed back into bed beside her. "You really are a demon." She said, kissing my shoulder. "Yep, one you created alone; I used to be so innocent," I said, trying to hide my grin.
I fell back to sleep, and I woke to Pammy's face in my neck. "It's 10:30; we should get up soon." 45 minutes later, she finally let go of me and rolled to sit on the side of the bed. "You wear me out, Brittany Marie, " she said, pulling the blanket around her.
We showered and then headed to the arena. Entering through valet parking, Pam reached into her bag and handed me three family VIP passes, one for me and one for each of our girls.
We got through security and headed to catering to grab some lunch. I looked around for the girls but didn't see them. I did, however, spot Karrion and approached him. "That girl of yours is a treat to have around; she does talk in her sleep, though., and she climbed in bed with Scarlett and me, but don't worry; Scarlett moved into the middle, and Nikki went back to sleep on her side, once she was asleep, I moved her back to the pull-out couch." He said with a huge grin when he saw me. "When you see Nikki, can you send her to find me? I have her backstage clearance pass." I said. "I can take it, and when I see her, I can give it to her if you want." He said. I handed him the pass with Nicole Martinez printed on it. That's when I realized the girls were given Pam's last name.
I returned to Pam; we finished lunch and headed to hair and makeup. Pam changed into her ring gear before sitting down in the chair. A short time later, Cici found us. I handed her a pass, and we talked to her briefly before she ran off with Hunter and Stephanie's daughter, Murphy. "Cele, you have to be back here by 5:20 so we can be escorted to our seats," I said. "Can I get a role model shirt?" She asked. "Yeah, if you haven't spent all your allowance money," I said. "No, I still have over 200 on my card." She said, getting ready to walk away. "Wait, Cici, Get in my bag. I have something for you and your sister." Pam said. Cici grabbed Pam's bag and handed it to her, remembering we don't invade people's privacy and get into their belongings. Pam pulled out 3 t-shirts and inspected them before she gave one to Cici." Cici's face crumbled as she held it up. Role Model's Daughter on the front, Martinez on the back, with the number 15 for her age on the back. "Thank you, Mama, I love it. Does this mean you're going to adopt us?" She asked, wiping the tears from her face. "If it was ever possible, I would do it in a heartbeat, but no matter what, you and Nicole are mine, and I am proud for you to carry the Martinez last name, even if not legally," Pam said. Cici disappeared into the bathroom, reappearing and proudly wearing the shirt. "Hey Mama, do you have an extra pair of ring pants? If I'm going to be the role model daughter, I need the entire experience." She said with a giggle. "Um yeah, your shirt is Purple, I have Purple and Blue, or I have blue and orange," Pam said, looking through her bag. "Purple and Blue," Cici said, coming out of the bathroom, as Pam passed her a pair of ring pants. "You're a bit smaller than me, so one of us will have to tie them correctly for you so you don't show your ass on camera." She said with a smile.
Cici disappeared again, reappeared with the pants on, and walked up to Pammy, who started tying them for her. "Honestly, they aren't that big on you, but you wear them well," Pam said, giving her a hug proudly. I quickly snapped a photo of them together. I knew this was a massive moment for Cici. She was against me dating at first, which was why I didn't tell her about Pam and me, but she saw me happy and accepted Pam not just as a friend but as a parental figure who warmed my heart. "Hey, I finished with your Mama's makeup. Would you like me to do your hair and makeup to match hers?" Mandy said, turning back on the curling iron. "Mom, can I?" She asked, looking at me. "Yeah, if you want to be like Mama, I'm okay with the makeup this once, but I don't get used to it," I said, allowing Mandy to do her work. When they were done, I took another picture before she ran off with Murphy.
It wasn't but a few minutes later when Scarlett came in with Nikki, who immediately climbed up in Pam's lap. "Hey, squirt," Pam said, putting her arms around our youngest daughter. "Hi, Mama," Nikki said, burrowing into Pam's arms, getting as close to her Mama as she could. "I have something for you, pipsqueak," Pam said, handing Nikki her shirt. Nikki's grin met her eyes. "Yes, I am." She said, and without warning and looking around to see if there were any men around, she yanked off her Yoda shirt; Scarlett blocked her body and helped her put the shirt on. "Mama, why is Cici wearing ring pants?" Nikki said, looking a little down. "She asked; I don't know if I have any that would fit your squirt," Pam said, looking sad, but looked into her bag. "Maybe costume can do something with a pair of my hugger pants." She said, pulling out a pair of Blue, pink, and yellow.
"Come on, Cici, Let's see what Costume can do with these, but we have to hurry," Scarlett said, pulling Nikki on her back before taking off down the hall. They arrived back about 25 minutes later. "Close your eyes, Mama." Nikki said, staying hidden. "okay, okay, Look." Nikki said. The costume department turned her into Hugger Bayley. I saw the tears in Pam's eyes as she saw one of our girls dressed as a role model and the other as The Hugger. "Come here, Nikki; let me do your ponytail and makeup quickly,"
Mandy said. She went to work, and before long, she was a mini hugger of Bayley.
By the time Cici had reappeared, I had both girls get close to Pam for one final photo before we had to go meet security. "Mom, should we pray with Mama before we leave her?" Nikki said. We prayed with Pam before the girls gave her a good luck hug. I hugged and kissed her. "Good Luck, Pammy Rose, I love you," I said before we left with the security. The girls and I were escorted to the front row ringside, close to commentary. I was approached by Michael Cole. "Creative would like your girls to get involved in the match, with your permission. They want the little one to get angry and not hold back against Nia Jax, and Nia will also be heckling them." Michael said. I looked at the girls, who had excited grins on their faces. Michael gave Nikki a thumbs up.
Nia came out first as the challenger, walking around the ring and glaring at my girls; she reached over the barrier and put her hand up against Nikki's head, pushing her back toward her chair. "You know I'm going to destroy your mom; she's going to need a stretcher when I'm done," Nia said, heckling Nikki. "Blow it out your ass, Nia," Cici said without warning.
Then Pam's music hit, and the excitement spread across our girl's faces.
The camera panned in on us. "That is Bayley's family, her girlfriend Brittany, and her stepdaughters Cicila and Nicole," Pat McAfee said. Uh, No, daughters. Our shirts say daughters, not stepdaughters, you big baffoon." Cici yelled at him. He turned to look at her. "Sorry, I'm being shouted at. Those are Bayley's daughters, not stepdaughters, " he said, correcting himself.
The match started, and Pam had a good hand in the situation, but before long, Nia threw her into the barrier before us. Both of the girls shouted at her. "Awe, are you upset? I told you I was going to destroy her." Nia taunted Nikki, who came unglued as told, and I saw pure rage in our girl; Cici grabbed her just before she dived over the barrier at Nia. "You Bitch, don't hurt my mama; Mama gets up, knock her big ass down, don't take that shit from her; we're Martinez girls; punch her in the vagina," Nikki yelled at her. I tried not to smile, but I could see the smile on Michael Cole's face as he listened to my 10-year-old unloading on Nia. "Powerbomb, her big ass Mama, make her eat ring mat," Cici yelled.
Nia's jaw was twitching, trying not to break character at the words my girls were screaming at her. Pam won with a powerbomb and a flying elbow drop; she retained her title. I looked over at our girls, who were screaming and crying, watching as their Mama was handed back the title. Pam got out of the ring, lifted Nikki over the barrier, and then helped Cici, taking them into the ring with her. They celebrated their Mama's victory before they returned to me. I saw everyone staring at me. Looking back at Pam, I saw she was holding a ring box. "I love you, Brittany Marie. Will you marry me?" She said, holding back tears. "Yes, a million times over, yes," I shouted.
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Security put the girls back over the barrier with me, Pam on the left ringside. Twenty-five minutes later, another security member approached me. "Pam asked us to escort you and the girls backstage to celebrate with her." He said, taking our bags from us and walking us through the crowd and into the backstage area, a whole different way from how they brought us to ringside.
We passed through the gorilla curtains, and I entered Pam's arms.
"Do you know how hard it was to keep my mouth shut for the last month and a half after Mama asked us, girls if we were okay with her asking you to marry her during WrestleMania week?" Cici said with a tearful smile.
"You knew?" I asked Cici in utter shock. I would have never asked you to marry me without getting permission from the girls. When we started getting serious, you told me that you and the girls were a package deal; there was no us without me accepting them," Pam explained. Then, I looked at my ring; it was stunning.
Later, as the show started winding down, a production crew member approached me and handed me a DVD. "We got the whole interaction with your girls and Nia, them in the ring with Pam after the match, and we also got the proposal for you and Pam to watch later; congratulations, by the way." He said before walking away.
I saw Karrion walking towards me with Nikki, who was passed out cold on his shoulder. "She adores you and doesn't like men except for her grandfather," I said. He bent down closer to my level, letting me give her a kiss. "I think he's pretty fond of her as well; he's gonna miss her next week once you girls head home," Scarlett said as I handed her Nikki's bag. "I will pick her up in the morning; thank you for keeping an eye on her for me this week," I hugged Scarlett before they headed back to the hotel.
Cici came walking up to me with Murphy. "I'm heading back to the hotel to shower and bed. What time must I be back at the suite in the morning?" She asked. "around 9:30, we have to check out by 11, and our flight home is 12:45." I said, giving her a hug before she left with Murphy.
Pam approached me after her press conference, looking worn out. "Are you ready to head to the hotel, babe?" I asked, seeing how much she was dragging. "Yeah, my body is screaming for our bed, " she said, putting her arm around my waist as I took her backpack. We arrived back at the hotel; I let Pam into the shower first, and I quickly found her a fresh sports bra, a pair of shorts, and underwear; I opened the bathroom door to see her standing under the shower spray. I laid her clothing on the counter, along with a fresh towel. She came out dressed, brush in hand, attempting to rip through her hair. "Here, babe, let me help," I said, taking the brush from her; I brushed out all the knots and french braided it to get it out of her face.
We pulled back our bed and curled up together before Pammy turned on a movie. "Oh, Friday the 13th is one of my favorites," I said, curling up in her arms, still looking down at my ring. "Is that ring okay? I know it's not much." Pam said, pushing her face into my neck. "It's gorgeous; I love the black and the purple on it," I said, looking down at it. "That is from a line of Disney engagement rings; I chose that ring because it's called the Hocus Pocus cut, and Hocus Pocus was the very first movie you and I ever watched alone together." She said, wrapping her arm around my waist, her elbow resting against my hip. My tears hit her hand. "Babe, don't cry." She said, snuggling closer to me. "They are happy tears; I am so glad I walked into the club that night; it was my best mistake. I love you." I said before I slowly dozed off in my fiance's arms.
The next morning was a barrage of packing suitcases and ensuring we didn't leave anything behind. Cici came back to the room first and happily packed her bag. "I can't wait to get home and tell everyone about the trip and show off my photos of my family and friends." She said with excitement. Nikki was a different story; she entered the room, sat in a corner chair, drew her knees to her chest, and pouted. "She's a bit salty this morning; Karrion was still sleeping when I left to bring her back, so she's sad," Scarlett said before walking over and bending down in front of Nikki. "Okay, kiddo, give me a hug. Karrion and I will contact Mom sometime next month, and we can get together during your summer vacation; maybe you can come to spend a week with us in New York; would you like that?" Scarlett said, pulling Nikki into a hug.
"Thank you for allowing us to have her this week; she is a good kid and so funny. She and Kevin are best friends now, " she said, hugging me before leaving the hotel room.
We made our flight and headed back to San Jose. We were so exhausted and jet-lagged that we lay around the next day. The girls went back to school on Tuesday, and 45 minutes into the school day, I got a call from Nikki's school. They wanted to set up a meeting with me about the language that my 10-year-old had used during a live wrestling event.
I entered the meeting, ready to fight for Nikki. The principal explained that she had received a few calls from concerned parents about their children seeing Nikki on TV and her colorful words. "Yes, she used some foul words, but she was told to by the creative team; she was also taunted by her Mama's opponent before and during the match, and she is never allowed to talk like that on any other given day, She watched her Mama retain her title belt, she got to go in the ring after the match to celebrate, and she watched me and her Mama get engaged, So her language was the least of my concern at that moment," I said putting her principal in her place.
I arrived home to find Pam making lunch for us. "How does grilled cheese and tomato soup sound?" she said, pulling out a baking sheet from the oven. It contained roasted tomatoes, bell peppers, and garlic. She threw them in our blender and pureed them into soup before adding them to the Dutch oven and adding heavy cream to it, leaving it on a low simmer as she made up some grilled cheese panini's. We ate lunch together before returning to the living room to watch a movie; I woke up to the dryer buzzing, signaling that the laundry needed to be switched over. I slid out from under Pammy as she tried to snuggle closer. "Babe, I have to get the laundry switched over; it's the last load," I said again, trying to get up. "No, no laundry, stay with me." She snuggled even closer, pulling me partially under her lower body before rolling on her side and pulling me into her arms. I woke again, hearing our alarm code punched in, meaning the girls were coming in from school. "Pammy, the girls are home from school; I need to wash the lunch dishes and switch over that laundry," I said, sitting on the edge of the couch. I looked at her, still sleeping. I smiled as I pulled the FortyNiners throw blanket from the back of the sofa to cover her, kissing her as I finished the housework.
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