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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrities of WWE/WWF. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 43: Epilogue – by Catherine Ruby Jacobs

I looked up from the book my Mom had written, stunned.

“Four Years?!”

I must have been a good little kid, that or mom wrote a lot at night.

I closed the book and walked downstairs, passing Jake’s room and hearing him talk to our older cousin and his best friend, Vedder. His name was Jeremy Edward Hardy, but everyone just called him Vedder. I started to bang on the door, telling Jake to ask Vedder if he would send me a CD.

“I want his 3rd one, Clasher or Hopeful Death!” Vedder’s band, NightFox, was getting to be pretty popular and had several good CD’s. Where most of our family is pretty creative and good at Wrestling, Vedder made it in the music business. He does wrestle once in a while in his Dad’s fed, but is known more for his music. The boy can sing.

Jake opened the door and smirked. He looked exactly like our Dad when he did that. Mom calls him Dad’s doppleganger. They were both really tall and except for the fact Jake didn’t shave his head, they looked exactly alike.

“He said he’d send you a copy of both. He’s got rehearsal. Did you read Mom’s book yet?”

I nodded. “Yeah. I’m gonna go ask her some questions.”

He turned his back, saying ‘Whatever’ and went back to talking on the phone to Vedder. I walked off hearing his door close behind me. As I walked down the stairs, my eight year old twin sisters, Abby and Lily came bounding up with our five year old brother, Tommy.

“Kitty! Mama and Daddy gonna go to Gamma’s! We go to Gamma’s Kitty!”

I picked him up and hugged him, asking when we were going. “Did Mama say?”

He looked confused for a second and looked to Abby and Lily. The identical twins both shrugged their shoulders at me. Abby spoke, pulling her brown hair out of her ponytail.

“Something about dinner. Mom’s making Dad’s cake.”

Lily said she’d race Abby and Tommy to Dad’s den. They all ran down the hall, bound for the room Dad ‘hid’ his video games in. I shook my head and walked down the stairs to talk to Mom.

I found her in the kitchen, mixing up her famous chocolate icing to go on the cake I could smell baking. You could tell it was Dad’s cake, the smell of Chocolate hitting ya like a brick. My mom didn’t quite look all of her 40 years. She had a few wrinkles and some gray hairs that my siblings and I had given her, but she still took care of herself She looked a lot like I had seen in the pictures of her when she and Dad wrestled.

I have to admit, I had decent parents and a pretty good childhood for having parents who traveled most of the time. Up until right before Jake was born, we were all on the road. When Jake came, Mom and I stayed home, going with Dad once in a while. Dad was home as much as he could until they found out about the twins. He retired before they were born.

“Catherine, Wake up. Hello, Mom to Cat.” Mom snapped a towl in front of my face, bringing me out of my thoughts. She turned, smiling, and grabbed a pan off the stove, apparently about to make lunch.

“Did you finish?”

I nodded, sitting down on the bar stool next to the island the stove was on. “It’s not finished. There’s nothing about after I was born. Nothing about Abby, Lily, Jake or Tommy.”

She nodded, adding Chicken to the frying pan. “When I got to that point I was having problems trying to keep Jake. You don’t remember when I got sick with the flu right after you turned five. I almost lost Jake then. I couldn’t stay up in bed long enough to finish. After that, I just got busy. I meant to write again, but with the Twins after Jake, then your Dad got sick and Grandpa Hardy Died. Then Tommy. Things just happened that were more important. I never got around to it.”

“Will you tell me some of the stories? I want to know.”

“The book tells you a lot.”

“More than I wanted to know. You slept with Uncle Mark?”

She nodded, changing the chicken in the pan. “Not something I’m proud of. Your father was not proud of his actions that night either. The moral is that is ‘Never assume. It’ll get you deep trouble.’ Your dad never did anything like that ever again. That was the night we concieved you. He was so scareed that you were Mark’s. He saw that sonogram and never doubted. You are his spitting image. You and Jake.”

“What if I had been Uncle Mark’s?”

“Your dad and I would still have raised you as his. Eventually we would have told you, but not until you were old enough to understand.”

I thought about it for a minute, seeing the logic. Dad would have still been Dad to me. I didn’t have to worry about it though, everyone knew for a fact I was Glenn Jacobs’ daughter.

“What about Jake and the others? Will you write about them and finish the story?”

She shrugged. “Maybe, probably. Tommy will start school in August. I’ll have more time. The farm’s running okay right now and we’re in downtime. I just might sit down and type it up. It would be interesting with Tommy and the Twins. You and Jake were planned, They just happened. Telling their story would be fun.” She looked thoughtful for a minute until I asked my next question.

“Who would be your husband if you hadn’t married Dad?”

She scowled, getting the same trying look I do when I don’t know something. “I don’t know. Someone from my hometown I guess.”

“Who in your hometown?” I turned to see my dad walk-in, holding a freshly cleaned bridle in his hand. “What are we doing?”

“I’m asking Mom about the story she wrote. She said she’d tell me some and write more. Dad, why did you retire from wrestling?”

He smiled, walking over to Mom and taking away some of the chicken she had fried. “You and Jake, Tommy, Lily and Abby. And your mother. I wanted to see you grow up and spend more time with her. I didn’t want to see everything in pictures. I wanted a life with my family. We aren’t hurting for money, Cat. We have enough so your Mom and I don’t have to go everyday and try to earn a living. The horse farm pays the regular bills and were happy and pretty set. I want to see you and the other ones grow up first hand.”

I grinned, thinking about my own horse, Spotted Bee, at the farm. Dad had gotten the original land years ago and they kept buying around it until they had enough Mom wanted to start a real horse farm. It did pretty well and barely kept Mom and Dad busy running it.

“So, when are we going to Grandma’s?” I asked, hopping off the barstool. I stood and just looked over my own Mom’s head.

Height runs in the family.

“About six. I bet Grandma Jacobs woud be happy to tell some of the stories.”

And I bet I’ll ask her

*~*~Fin~*~*

To be continueed in Family Ties
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