Note: this is told in Chyna's POV. I've always wanted to write a HHH/Chyna fanfic because I truly loved them as a couple. If people enjoy, I'll write more
Six months.
It has been six months since Paul made his choice. Six months since he packed his things and moved out of our house. Six months since he moved in with Stephanie. Six months since I have been mending my broken heart. Six months that I have been hiding a secret from the man who gave me the chance I needed to skyrocket in professional wrestling. The man who I fell in love with, the man I was engaged to marry; the man who broke my heart. How do I tell him? How do I tell him that this wasn't planned, that I had found out the day he moved out, that I wanted to tell him at the Sumemrslam he won the title at when I saw him backstage. How do I tell him that Vince didn't fire me like everyone thought, but I had left on my own.
How?
Laying on the bed looking at my framed IC championship, a smile slowly comes on my face. He threw a huge party that night, was so proud of the woman he loved at the time did something no woman could do. That was the night he proposed, in the green room when I had just gotten soda all over my shirt thanks to Austin tripping over a chair. I never had to think about it, the word "yes" just rolled off my tongue. For a woman who has been through hell like I have been, having my dream job and the man I love want to marry me…life couldn't have been any better. If I could've stayed in that moment forever, I would've been alright like that
Wishful thinking
I scoff, can't believe I'm the one who came up with the storyline with Triple H and Stephanie. Can't believe doing that would sign the end of our relationship. It was a good idea, ran it by some divas before presenting it to Paul, Stephanie and later to Vince. Can't believe I was dumb enough to think all the extra "planning" they were doing with the storyline writers was actual planning. Can't believe I didn't notice when people who I called friends, people who said they were coming to our wedding, were looking at me and shaking their heads. How could I be so dumb to stay with him, to love him, to still make love to him? I should've known when he wasn't in my hotel room bed he was in HERs. But no, love blinded me for over a year, I thought we were truly in love, going to get married and start a family.
Oh so wrong
I remember him leaving like it was yesterday. I was coming home from the doctors, trying to figure out how I was going to tell Vince and how I was going to drop the Women's title. But more then that, how was I going to tell Paul? I was so happy and excited, yet so nervous. What if he wanted to wait until after we were married? What if he didn't want children right now? I remember walking in as he was walking out, saying he was leaving me, he had fallen for another woman. My mind was screaming the words "I'm pregnant" to him, but they couldn't fall out of my mouth. The words "I love you Joanie" still echo in my mind, both of us knowing he didn't mean it. I stood there in the living room and watch him put the bags in the car and drive away.
My heart was broken.
Six months later I lay here in the bed him and I used to share, the bed we laughed in, cried in, fought in and then made love in. The bed where the sheets still smell like him, the bed that I can't roll over on what was his side of the bed because it kills me even if I try. I lay in the bed I used to share with him with my hands sitting on the stomach that grows everyday carrying the baby that we made. The daughter he said he wanted someday, the daughter we had decided if and when we had one we were going to name Jacqueline Lee .
I need to call him
I grabbed the phone, like I have so many times before. I have lost count with how many times I have highlighted his name on my Blackberry, but couldn't hit the send button. Today has to be the day, I have to do it before I'm in labor, have his child and he has no idea. I feel my finger slide over the green phone icon before pressing it. My chest is pounding, my stomach is in knots. I haven't spoken to the man the world knew as Triple H since he walked out of my life six months ago. Now I am calling him to tell him the news he wishes he could hear from the woman he's laying in bed next to.
This is Paul, I'm busy but you know what to do
The beep seemed to take hours, and before I told him the news that would change his world, I took one more deep breath, finally deciding this is something he needs to hear face to face
Hey Paul, It's Joanie. Listen uhm…we have to talk. I know we haven't seen each other in six months, but this talk has to be face to face. You'll understand why once I explain everything to you. Call me and let me know when is best for you. Goodbye.