Confrontation [Punk/Lacy]

Lacy had just put Brandon down for a nap and went next door to her and Phil's room, pulling out a stack of papers from her side drawer and looking through them. She had already signed a few papers, they were papers granting her an extended period of leave, or... termination of her contract with the WWE. Maybe she'd come back in a few years when Brandon was older, but right now, she didn't really feel like going back. She was happy where she was.

She heard steps coming up the stairs and cursed lowly before scrambling to put the papers back, but the door opened before she could.

Phil was downstairs, washing some of his clothes that he had when he was on the road, he went up to get some more clothes to wash and saw Lacy there. "Uh hey." he chuckled. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, nothing." She said as she still tried to jam the papers in the dresser.

"What's in your hand?" he asked as he looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Giving up our kid already? I actually liked him." he joked.

"Oh, nothing important." She shrugged as she managed to get the papers in the drawer and turned to look at him with an uneasy smile. "What's up?"

"The sky. You're acting weird." he said walking up to her. "Let me see those papers."

"They're nothing." She shrugged.

"Then show me."

"Why show you, it's not important." She shrugged. "You hungry? What do you want to eat? I'll cook."

He ignored her other questions. "If it's not important, then why not just show it to me?"

"Why sideline with bullshit?" She chuckled uneasily.

"Lacy..."

"Yes, Phil?" She asked with a small smile and wrapped her arms around his neck in an attempt to distract him.

"You're....a weirdo."

"That you love." She grinned, relieved that she got his mind off of it.

"Sometimes." he joked. "Now, I want to take you up on that cooking offer."

"Kay." She smiled and moved away from him, walking over to the door. "What do you want?"

"Whatever is not expired."

"Alright." She told him and went downstairs.

Once he made sure she was gone, he went to the drawer and looked at the papers. "What the fuuuuu---" he trailed off as he looked at them. He shook his head and put them back, heading downstairs.

She heard him come down the stairs. "Figure out what you want yet?"

"Uh no. So, when were you planning on telling me?"

"Telling you what?" She looked at him.

"About you wanting to leave the company."

She froze a bit and looked at him. "You went into my drawer."