Dear FomerlyknownasJackie if you are reading this, please don't kill me. I was hit with inspiration while watching Teen Mom and I had to get this down. I am still working on your story, I promise.

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A shrill incessant beeping cut through the quiet of the room as the sun peeked through the gaps in the window blind.

"Mel," Jillian Hall groaned from across the room. "I love you both dearly, but if that's John calling at 6am AGAIN, I'm going to be forced to hurt you."

The WWE Diva's champion rolled over in her sleep and buried her head under her pillow. Unlike the majority of the Raw roster and her best friend in the opposite single, Melina could sleep through an earthquake and be none the wiser. A light snore sounded as Jillian covered her ears, not happy about the early morning wake up call.

"Melina."

Someone pounded on the wall from the hotel room next door. "Would you turn that shit off?! Some of us are trying to SLEEP!"

"Melina." Jillian waited a beat before picking up her pillow and pegging it across the room. "MELINA!"

The brunette rolled over again, subconsciously moving toward the sound of her friend's voice. Wearily opening her eyes she yawned, stretching in an attempt to ward off the vestiges of sleep. "What?"

"Turn your freaking phone off!"

"Oh. Oh!"

Stifling another yawn, Melina groped for her phone on the side table, mashing the buttons with her palm until it was finally silenced.

"Sorry," she grinned sheepishly as Jillian rolled her eyes before collapsing back on her pillow. "I thought I would wake up early and get in an extra work out."

The blonde snorted. "At the arse crack of dawn? Really?"

"Well, I wanted to go for a run before we head to the arena for Survivor Series and John-"

Melina paused mid-sentence, her hands flying to her mouth as she slid out of bed and skidded across the floor as she raced to the bathroom. Flinging the door closed behind her, the Diva emptied the contents of her stomach into the toilet. Jillian winced as the acidic stench of vomit began to waft through the room. Gingerly covering her nose with her hand she moved to the window and shoved it open, hoping to drive the smell outside as her best friend dry retched. Minutes passed before she tentatively knocked on the bathroom door, Melina still locked inside.

"Melina? Honey? Are you okay?"

Water began to run from inside the bathroom, leading Jillian to believe that Melina was in fact alright. Moments later the door opened, the former Smackdown Diva stumbling back toward her bed. Sweaty hair was plastered to her forehead, her cheeks flushed an angry red. "Kill me now," Melina panted. "Please."

"Back into bed," Jillian directed with a sigh as she turned on her heel and headed for the tiny bathroom. "Let me get you some water."

Melina complied automatically, flopping on to her bed and clutching her stomach. A thin sheen of sweat beaded upon her forehead as her hands grew clammy. Squeezing her eyes shut she curled up in the foetal position to hopefully drive away some of the pain. Her stomach lurched again, protesting at her muscles having to move. "Jill?"

"I'm here." Brushing Melina's hair away from her face Jillian placed a damp washcloth on her friend's temple. "I grabbed your anti-nausea tablets from your suitcase. Sit up."

"I don't know if I can," Melina groaned. Gripping Jillian's hand tightly she pushed herself up on her other elbow. "Water?"

Jillian dutifully dropped the pills into Mel's open mouth before tipping the glass back so that she could swallow them easily. "How are you doing?"

A grimace written across her face Melina leant back on her pillows. "Crap," she replied honestly. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't be," Jillian assured her with a small smile. "You would do the same for me."

"Yeah," Melina breathed shakily. "I totally would."

Gesturing to her to lean forward, Jillian knelt down to grab the pillow she had thrown earlier and placed it with the others behind the brunette's head. Melina's phone beeped, signalling a message. Grabbing it from the dresser, Jillian handed it to her friend. "It's John."

A small smile appeared at the corner of Melina's lips. "His flight must be early."

"Mel …"

"Yeah?" She asked absentmindedly as she replied to her boyfriend's text. Another wave of nausea hit her as the taste of bile began to grow in her throat and she gagged. "What's up?"

"It's just," Jillian chewed on her bottom lip, trying her best to be tactful. "This has been happening for a few days now. I think we need to get you checked out."

Putting her phone down Melina paled. "It's nothing," she argued weakly. "Just a bug Jill. I must have caught something on the plane. That's what the doctor backstage said."

"Sweetie .. Trust me, I wouldn't ask if I didn't think it was necessary. Do you … do you think you might be pregnant?"

"What?!" Melina almost screeched. Her phone sounded again, this time left ignored. "Jillian! That's disgusting!" Pulling a face she instinctively clutched at her stomach again. "And no. God no. That's not even a possibility."

Jillian arched an eyebrow. "No?"

"No!"

"You and John haven't … you know …" Jillian hinted vaguely as Melina looked on in horror. Jillian flushed bright red. Sure, they were best friends and the odd comment was made about the other's sex life … they didn't mean they openly discussed it. "I thought the two of you … you're so … affectionate," she finished weakly. "Look it was just-"

"Of course we have!" Melina snapped as Jillian recoiled like she had been slapped. "I mean, yeah," she sighed with embarrassment. "Sorry. Jillian, we've been back together for months now. Obviously … I mean … We've … we're taking things slow …"

"When did you have your last period?"

"Jillian!" Melina hissed. "I'm on the pill."

"And do you always remember to take it?" Jillian countered. "Same time every day?"

"Yes!"

"Yes?"

"Yes … No," Melina admitted under Jill's unwavering glare. "No, I don't. But we're careful! Or we try to be …"

"You need to go to the doctor," Jillian replied softly. Taking Melina's hand she squeezed it reassuringly. "And you shouldn't be wrestling today. You look positively ill Mel."

"I'm fine, really." Squeezing back faintly, she slid back out of bed and began to rummage in her suitcase. They were not having this conversation. Melina wouldn't stand for it. Pregnant. Ugh. She might as well have been handed a death sentence. Wincing as she knelt down, she flashed the blonde a bright smile and changed the subject. "Come on, we're going to be late."

From: Jillian

You need to check the result!

From: Jillian

I know you want to wrestle today but if you don't check the test and you go out there I'm going to kick your butt Mel.

From: Jillian

John deserves to know.

Ignoring the latest of a myriad of messages to her phone, Melina focussed on watching John on the monitor. Rolling her shoulders she tried vehemently to ignore the stabbing pain in the pit of her gut. It killed her to sit and watch John get beaten by down Sheamus and Drew McIntyre, more so than it did the Miz. Even though their on screen tag team partnership had split months earlier, they were still friends backstage and she knew she could count on Mike to have John's back. Melina exhaled with relief when the match was over, anxious to see her boyfriend and make sure he was okay. Debating whether or not to run out to the Gorilla she settled for pacing back and forward in his tiny locker room. Her mind was racing.

I can't be pregnant.

I can't be pregnant.

God PLEASE don't let me be pregnant.

A knock sounded on the door and she rushed to open it. Mike walked in expectantly, supporting a sullen John with one arm around his shoulders. "Hey Melina."

"Hi Mike," she muttered distractedly as she moved forward to take his place in holding up her boyfriend. Shooting him a grateful smile silently dismissed him while her eyes surveyed John's body, cataloguing every bruise and contusion. "Thanks."

"No worries," he nodded. Shoving John's coat and sunglasses on the bench he glanced in his friend's direction. "You need to go to the trainer, ring me. Can't have Mel dragging your sorry self halfway across the arena on her own."

"Thanks so much," John responded dryly. "Goodbye Mike. Don't let the door hit you in the arse on the way out."

The door slammed as Miz made a not so graceful exit, tripping over his own feet as he went. John pressed his lips to his girlfriend's cheek in thanks as she helped him sit, anxiety written all over her face as she then picked up John's coat and placed it on a hanger. He studied her carefully from a distance, noting her stiff body language.

Why is she holding her stomach like that? She's not …

"You okay?"

"Yeah." Shooting him a quick smile Melina pulled out a bottle of Gatorade she had swiped from catering and handed him a hair elastic. Stepping in between his legs she handed him his drink and ran her fingers through his hair so that it was pulled off of his face. Tying it back with the elastic she took a step back and surveyed him again. "Do you need anything? Ice? I could go and get some-"

"Mina," John interrupted. "Babe, all I need is you. Come here. Please?"

I should tell him. Should I tell him? What do I tell him?

Unable to say no to him, she sighed and returned to stand in front of him. Unhappy with the distance between them, he shook his head and reached forward to move her so that she was sitting beside him. He was about to raise his arm to hug her to him when she scooted away. Shooting her a disapproving look, he frowned.

"My match is coming up," she explained guiltily. "I can't have you mushing my hair."

That and I'm scared that if I get to close to you you'll somehow impregnate me further.

"Oh," John looked disappointed. "I'm sorry. I didn't even realise."

"It's okay," she replied offhandedly. "Besides," she teased him with a forced grin. "You kinda stink."

"I do not!" The Intercontinental Champion protested playfully. Leaning down to untie his boots he blanched. "Whoa, okay I do. Gross."

There was an elephant in the room and at once they both acknowledged it and thought the same thing. Pregnancy can heighten your sense of smell …

Could I even be a mother?

What am I saying, Melina chastised herself. I don't want to be a mother. I'm a pro-wrestler for cripes sake, not a house wife!

… Would John even want to be a father?

Melina gulped. "Need me to help you to the shower?"

John looked thoughtful, pretending to seriously consider her offer. "I could use your help in the shower."

"Nice try Romeo," Melina grinned despite herself. "You looked good out there," she added quietly. "I'm so proud of you."

"Not as proud as I am of you," John took her hand and went to speak before getting distracted. What had Randy said? "Baby, please don't take this the wrong way but your boobs look huge in that outfit."

From very early on in pregnancy a symptom you may notice is changes in your breasts …

Melina swallowed heavily, suddenly feeling like the two bites of bagel she had forced down earlier were going to make a reappearance. John took her silence as a sign that he had messed up and rushed to continue."Not that that's important right now. You've got a match. You're going to knock em' dead."

"I should go," Melina blurted uneasily. "Mickie is probably looking for me and I need to rescue Jillian from the whores."

"Don't you mean hoards?"

"Nope," Melina shot back as she helped him from his spot on the bench to the shower. Kneeling down he carefully wound one arm around her waist and pulled her closer. Relaxing against his chest for a moment she pushed up on her toes for a quick kiss before retreating into the corridor.

"I meant whores!"

The crowd roared as Melina held up Mickie's hand in victory. Bowing modestly, she grabbed her belt and posed at each turnbuckle before almost doubling over in the centre of the ring. Thanks to the quick action of referee Jack Doan she found herself being placed firmly upright before she hit the floor.

"Melina? Are you okay? You look really green!"

The Diva's Champion found herself unable to reply as she rushed to the back, hand clamped firmly over her mouth. Jillian met her in the Gorilla, waste basket at the ready. Bile and water were regurgitated into the bin as Jillian steered her out of the watchful eyes of the producers and staff.

"She's okay!" Jillian called back nervously. "Just a bug!"

They had barely rounded another corner before John almost crashed into them.

"Mel?" Searching her face for any signs of distress he was surprised when she threw her arms around his neck and clung to him desperately. "Mina what's wrong?"

"John …"

Burying her face in his neck she sniffled. Trails of tears were streamed down her cheeks, the taste of salt burning on her tongue. His arms tightened around her in an effort to quell her anxiety.

"I … I think I'm pregnant."

Chapter two will be up in the next few days.