When I first met you. (Adam/Isabella)

It wasn't a very nice day outside but Isabella insisted on going out to play softball with her friends. It started to rain and Isabella saw the house, the house her mother told her to stay away from. It was her father's house, he had no idea he had a daughter and Isabella was just dying to meet him. she knocked on the door, hoping he was home.

Adam heard a knock on his door. He opened the door and saw Isabella standing there.

"Can I help you?" he asked not knowing who Isabella was.

"Umm, Hi." she said shyly, "I really don't know how else to say this but, I'm your daughter, Isabella."

Adam stepped back in shock. He rubbed his hand down his face. "You're my what?" Adam asked in complete shock. "Who's your mother?"

"My mom's name is Jen, Jen Hansen." Isabella said, her voice shaking and her heart beating rapidly.

"Jen Hansen" Adam paused in amazement "So...do you want to come in?" Adam asked in confussion. This was all new to him.

"Sure." Isabella hesitated and then walked in the door. "What do you do for a living?" Isabella asked out of curiosity.

"I'm a wrestler...I work for the WWE." Adam said.

"Interesting." Isabella said "I'm sorry if I'm imposing on anything." Isabella apologized.

"No, no...it's just...Jen never told me she had a daughter."

"She never talks about you much." Isabella said looking down.

"Didn't think she would." Adam mumbled.

Isabella's hands shook "I'm sorry, I-I'm just, anxious." Isabella smiled nervously.

"Same here." Adam said.

"I-I better go. My mom's going to send a search party out looking for me soon if I don't get home." Isabella explained.

"Yeah...nice meeting you." Adam said.

"You too." Isabella walked out into the rain and clearly didn't walk home, she walked across the street to the softball field and sat on the pitching mound.

Adam sat down on the sofa.

Isabella pulled her knees to her chest and put her head down.

Molly was out with Adam when she saw Isabella.
"Hey, are you OK?" she asked sitting next to her.

"Yeah." Isabella said calmly, "I'm just thinking. This is where I do all of my thinking."

"What are you thinking about?" Molly asked. "I'm Molly by the way." she smiled.

"My dad." Isabella replied, "Nice to meet you, I'm Isabella." she smiled

"Your dad? Why? Who is he?" Molly asked.

"My dad is Adam Copeland. I don't really know why I'm thinkning about him, because I just met him." Isabella sighed