Chapter One: Finding Out

Pacing. I had been pacing across the wooden floor of my bedroom for the better part of an hour, twirling my wedding bands in anticipation. I was nervously awaiting the arrival of my husband with some very important news to share. I heard the front door creak open—he never did fix that creaking sound and my heart began beating faster than normal. I heard his heavy footsteps on the stair case, leading towards our master bedroom.

"Hi babe", he said as he kissed my cheek; sweat dripping from practically every pore on his body.

"Hey, when did you go work out?"

"I went for a quick run after all of the interviews. Needed to do something to clear my mind."

"Ok, well go take a shower, before you stink up the entire clean house."

He chuckled and stripped himself of his sweat-soaked shirt, making a basket into the hamper adjacent to the bathroom.

"See you in ten—are you ok babe? You don't look so good. That stomach bug still acting up?"

"Yeah…the bug—that's what's bothering me" I brushed off for the time being.

I heard the door close and let out a breath of relief. I was borderline shaking with fear, waiting for him to be done in the bathroom. Those ten minutes went quicker than usual and within seconds Punk materialized in front of my eyes, in nothing but a towel.

"Baby, you ok? You look like you were spacing out."

"Yeah, sorry. Now you can kiss me, at least you don't reek anymore" I smirked up at him.

He chuckled before kissing me, and then for good measure shook his wet hair all over me.

"You are so going to regret that."

With a mischievous look in his eye, Punk said, "Nah, you know I don't think I am. Not like you could really protect yourself from me anyway, considering I have a good foot and like a hundred pounds on you. What chance would you really stand baby?"

"Speaking of protection…."I muttered, hoping he didn't catch my words.

Luck was not on my side, as it usually isn't, and my ever observant husband caught my response. I looked down and proceeded to twirl my wedding rings—a major indicator of my nerves, and avoided his eyes.

"Babe, what did you say about protection?"

"Oh you heard that?" I replied, side stepping him and walked over to the bed where a basket of laundry was waiting to be folded. I was barely able to take out a shirt when his arm was on my hand, stopping me in my tracks.

"Baby what is going on? Talk to me" he pleaded with me through concerned eyes.

"Nothing's going on honey, don't worry" I attempted to reassure him.

"I know you're lying. Baby, whatever it is, I can take it, just tell me."

"Just get dressed first, ok? I can't think straight with you standing in front of me draped in nothing but a towel, water dripping down your damn hip dents. Like seriously who has hip dents?" I began to trail off.

He chuckled softly, but his expression grew serious, "Ok, but when I'm done, we are talking about this."

I nodded and dug through the basket of clean clothes, and picked out a pair of boxers, t-shirt and gym short for him to wear, tossing them to him. I busied myself with the folding of the clothes waiting for him to finish getting dressed. Punk was done and after towel drying that cute black hair of his, he lifted the laundry basket off the bed, and pulled me into his lap.

"Ok, now that that's done, what's going on? You're all jumpy and nervous and I don't know why."

"Well you know that lately I haven't been feeling very good, hence the bitchier than normal attitude and mood swings. And I thought it was all the stress of work, with my deadline for my novel looming, that made me sick, but then I realized it had to be more than that."

I looked up at my husband, and was met with a pair of confused green orbs looking back at me, waiting for me to continue. He opened his mouth to speak, but thought better of it, and closed it quickly, looking back at me.

"So I thought that after getting sick, I was getting bitchier because I was just PMSing or something, but I realized that I hadn't gotten my period in a month or two, which was off."

As turned off as he was by the ways of the female reproductive system, he still had a look of confusion on his face.

"So are you telling me you are permanently PMSing or something?"

"No", I chuckled. "It's not just that."

"Well what is it? Baby, the suspense is killing me. Just spit it out for Christ's sake."

"IthinkI'mpregnant" I mumbled.

"I'm sorry, you think you're what?" he inquired.

"Pregnant."

"And that's what's got you so freaked out and nervous to talk to me?" he asked, dropping me from his lap, and placing me on the edge of the bed next to him.

I looked down at my hands, but that didn't last long. Punk got up from his place next to me and kneeled in front of me, taking my face in his hands.

"Baby, if you are pregnant, that's amazing. And if you aren't then we will just have fun trying, ok?" he winked at me. He lifted my chin so my eyes were level with his, looking for confirmation.

I nodded slowly, and he kissed me. "But baby, I just didn't want to get our hopes up. I know we talked about having a family, and you know how I feel about having one—but I'm nervous about how you feel. I know you didn't have the best childhood or the best relationship with your parents, and I didn't want to give you this hope and then take it away. I didn't want to give you a baby if you don't really want one" I said, with big, fat tears streaming down my face.

Punk pulled the both of us onto the edge of the bed, and held me in his arms, smoothing down my hair in a comforting way, trying to get me to calm down.

"It's ok, you're ok. It's ok baby, breathe. Just breathe, ok?" he pleaded.

After a few minutes of sobbing, I finally calmed down enough and looked up at my husband. He used the pad of his thumb to wipe away my tears and pulled me in for a kiss.

"Baby, I love you more than anything in this world, ok? And I want nothing more than to have a baby with you. I know you are going to be the best mom in the world, and even though I never had a family growing up, you taught me what it means to have a loving family, ok? Do you know for sure if you're pregnant or not?" he asked.

I shook my head 'no' and looked up at him.

"Ok, well what we—well you need to do is take a pregnancy test; we need to know for sure."

I got out of his grasp and walked over to my purse, and pulled out the box of pregnancy tests.

"I got some at the store this morning, after I realized how late I was."

"Ok, go take one, and I will be right out here waiting for you, ok?"

I shook my head 'yes' and was turning away from him towards the master bathroom, when he stopped me in my tracks and gave me one of his mind-numbing kisses.

"I love you baby."

"I love you too."

"Everything's going to be ok."

With that I headed towards the bathroom, and proceeded to take the pregnancy test. I finished up and opened the door and saw my husband sitting on the edge of the bed, running his hands through his hair.

"And?"

"The test takes three minutes. We have two more and then we should know."

He nodded and I walked over to him, the test in one of my hands, his in my other. The timer on his watch beeped—I hadn't even seen him set it, indicating the test was ready.

"Ok, well this is it. What does it say?" he inquired.

I looked down at the test and saw two bars and looked at the pregnancy test box that had been discarded on the bed and matched up the signs. Tears began streaming down my face, and Punk was quick to wipe them away.

"Baby?"

"Yes."

"What did the test say?"

"It said yes, I'm pregnant—no, we're pregnant. We are having a baby."

"We're pregnant?"

I nodded and within seconds Punk picked me up from the bed and twirled me around our bedroom. He kissed me and I put my arms around his neck, deepening the embrace.

"I can't believe we're gonna have a baby."

"Me either. I'm so damn happy."

"You are? You're not scared or nervous?" I asked.

"Yeah, I mean of course I'm nervous and terrified, but I am so excited. Happier than I've ever been in my entire life."

I looked at my husband with eyes of adoration and asked, "How did I get so lucky? How did I get the greatest husband?"

"What can I say, I'm the best in the world" he smirked.

I laughed and kissed him. "We are really having a baby, huh?"

"Yeah baby, we are. We need to call your parents and family and my boss as soon as possible. I gotta let Vince know when I need time off after the baby comes so we can work it into a storyline."

"Yeah. Well before we do that we need to go to the doctor and get a confirmation and see how far along I am."

He nodded his head, and said "Good idea baby. Let's call now and make an appointment."

I got off the bed and went to retrieve my date book that listed all the important numbers and the home phone and within a few short minutes and made the appointment for the next day—a Tuesday, because I knew Punk didn't have a house shows or any interviews or media appearances of any kind.

"So we have an appointment at the doctor's office for 10 am tomorrow morning."

"Sounds good to me baby" he said and kissed my temple.

I yawned—after all today was a long, exciting filled day and I was worn out. Punk chuckled at my tiredness and lifted me bridal style and placed me under the covers of our warm bed, leaving a kiss on my forehead.

"Stay with me?"

"Of course, there's nowhere else I would rather be" he said, and rid himself of his clothes, leaving himself in only his boxers and got into bed next to me.

I cuddled into his side, my head on his colorfully tattooed chest and placed a hand over his 'straightedge' tattoo. He kissed my head and we both soon fell into a dream filled slumber.