"Thank god you're here. I really had no idea what to do. Everything is going so wrong, so very very wrong!"
"Calm down, Lee. I'm here now. Tell me what happened." Jeff said as he rubbed my back. We were in the comfort of his hotel room, a few thousand miles from RAW. I had left without telling anyone, not Roman, Dean or Seth. I just needed to escape. Everything was piling up,becoming to much for me to bare. Jeff was the only person I thought to turn to. I didn't need the "I told you so's" from my sister or Renee.
"I don't think you'll like what I'm about to say... It involves them." I began.
Jeff let out a sigh. "i know it does. Just tell me."
"Well... Roman really just wanted to be with me, without Seth. I couldn't leave Seth just like that. I want to be with him too. He's funny, nice, a total dork, but he's really attentive and just all out amazing. And Roman is commanding, strong, but also gentle when he needs to be. He's such a fucking box of mysteries I still have yet to open. And the company, fuck, the company wasn't letting me do anything I ever wanted. I want to be a high flyer, like you. I want to be my own Charismatic Enigma. And WWE was holding me back. Their girls are just pathetic...
"So on top of work stress and relationship stress there's absolutely no time for me. I forgot who I am and what I wanted to be. It's completely destroyed the way I deal with things. And then there's the slight chance I might be pregnant and I don't know if it's Seth's or Roman's."
Jeff stared at the wall, completely silent. It worried the hell out of me when i noticed he hadn't said anything for 5 minutes. Finally he looked at me, his green eyes filled with seriousness.
"In two weeks, you'll take a pregnancy test. That should give it enough time for it to be detectable. For now, stay out of the ring to be sure. Since you're not at RAW and you're scheduled to be,you'll get a suspension. Call Steph and Paul and figure out what you can do in the mean time. Tell them how you feel about what's been going on with your career. If they fire you, don't worry. I've got a back up plan. You're coming to TNA."
"Where the fuck is she?!" Roman yelled.
"Dude, fuck if I know. I told her that me and Seth had that skit thing in the parking lot and that I would come get her afterwards. I left her right here!" Dean replied.
Seth sighed. "She isn't picking up her phone. It goes straight to voicemail. What should we do?!"
"Maybe...maybe it was all too much for her. She had a lot going on and it don't think us fighting was helping it." Roman said.
"Not to mention she thinks she's preg-FUCK! I've really got to stop doing that!" Dean cursed himself.
Roman slammed him up against the locker. "What did you just say?"
Dean groaned and stared down at Roman's hands. "She might be pregnant. She doesn't know for sure but she felt the symptoms."
Seth stared at Dean, trying to get the courage to ask the next question. "Does she know who's the father?"
Roman stared at Seth, wide eyed. The thought had never crossed his mine. He had assumed it was his, for a reason he wasn't sure yet. But he had been the only one to cum inside her, that night that they shared, right?
"Seth have you ever-?"
"Yeah," he nodded. "That night we got stuck in the rain when the rental broke down."
"Fuck!" Roman let go of Dean and ran his fingers threw his hair and paced throughout the locker room.
"Guys, you really just can't go barging in her life and making her choose between you two. And you can't choose what she does with the baby." Dean said.
"What, do you think she'll get an abortion?" Seth asked, panic creeping into his voice.
"She can't do that!" Roman said.
"She can, and she might. It's her body ok? You don't have to carry that baby. Your career isn't put on hold for 9 months. Just...don't worry. She'll tell you guys when she finds out. For now, let's give her time to cool off."
Both Seth and Roman sighed. It wasn't their ideal situation. They wanted to have Leena beside them now, knowing that she was safe and sound. And most of all they wanted to know which one of them was the father.