|a year later|

Danica, Nia and I sat in the living room watching Masina play fight with Brie on the floor.

Masina charged toward Brie.

She caught her off guard, and she felled to the ground as Masina got on top of her and started throwing series of punches to her face.

Masina got up and climb on a chair, then jumped and landed on brie.

She tried to put Brie in the yes lock, but brie moved, and Masina was upset, so she got up and was yelling at brie.

Brie land backs down on the ground and lets Masina pin her.

We're screaming and chanting, "Masina!" she blew a kiss and did a signature pose.

"She is going to be a diva," Danica said.

"I know, right, but she's a little too violent for her age." I said.

"Look who her mother is. She's completely normal," Danica said.

"Who's Masina's dad?" Nia asked, sitting next to Brie.

"I'm going to tell you, but please don't spread around. Its Joe. " I said.

"Roman superman?" Nia asked.

"Superman," Danica said.

"Wow, I didn't know he could have an adorable baby," Nia said.

"Thanks, she gets it from me," I said, flipping my hair.

"Yeah, she does look like you a lot, " Danica says.

"Mommy, Romanie, getting beat up," Masina says, pointing to the screen.

We looked up and see Triple H destroying Roman.

We watched as Roman crawled to Triple H.

He couldn't even up.

Oh God, is he okay?

"Look at you," Danica said.

"What? " I said.

"You're worried about him," Brie said.

"It's written all over your face," Danica said.

"Well, he is the father of my child, so," I said.

"Correction, the father of your child but also the love of your life that you can't get over," Danica said.

"I hate you," I said.

"You hate her for telling you the truth," Brie said.

"Yup. Anyways Masina and I are going to get a snack." I said, leading Masina into the kitchen.

"Momma outside," Masina said, pointing outside.

"Do you want to sit outside?" I asked.

"Yes," she said.

We went outside and sat down on the floor.

I love spending little moments like this with my daughter because I know when she gets older, she might hate me for not letting her father know she exists.