NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: We're going back in time, 2004, during the Kane/Lita pregnancy storyline and the Wedding From Hell. I couldn't stand the thought of a strong woman such as Lita being forced into marriage like that.

I don't have a title, so if anyone has any suggestions please send them my way.

Chapter One

Summerslam, Toronto, Ontario

08/15/04

This wasn't supposed to happen.

Matt was supposed to win the match.

They were planning to get married right afterwards and enjoy some alone time together.

Matt was going to raise the baby and love it like it was his own.

Kane would no longer be part of their lives.

But it wasn't to be.

Lita stood in shock at ringside as Kane's music thundered through the arena. The match between Kane and Matt was over, and Matt lay unconscious in the center of the ring following the Big Red Machine's devastating chokeslam.

A heavy pain began to bloom in her chest as she let her mind drift back to when this entire nightmare began:

Lita and Matt reunited after Matt attacked Kane in an attempt to prevent him from harming Lita during a mixed tag team match. Undeterred, Kane attempted to seduce Lita. However, Kane's idea of 'seduction' included stalking and attacking Matt, kidnapping Lita and tying her up in a rat-infested basement. When that was unsuccessful, Kane began taking out all of Matt's opponents and demanded that Lita sleep with him in exchange for him leaving her and Matt alone. Lita refused, and the attacks continued, as Kane targeted Matt for his assaults. Finally, after Kane attempted to break Matt's neck with a folding chair in the center of the ring, Lita relented.

It was a disastrous mistake. Kane had no intentions of leaving Lita alone. He had always craved, but never had, a normal life - but realized that there was one that he COULD have, which was offspring. So he coerced Lita into sleeping with him, taking steps to ensure that she WOULD get pregnant.

And when Lita became pregnant, it sealed her fate.

Matt had been overjoyed with the idea of becoming a father, and he jumped at the chance to start a family with the woman he loved. He'd even go so far as to buy an engagement ring and planned to propose to Lita on national TV. However, in the middle of his proposal, Kane interrupted him, claiming to be the father of Lita's child, and that Lita had slept with Kane in an attempt to keep Matt safe. Matt was devastated, and Lita knew she had nobody to blame but herself.

Two months later, it was revealed that Kane was, in fact, the father, and it seemed like the rift between Matt and Lita had grown wider. But, after some hashing out, Matt told Lita that it didn't matter who fathered the baby. He couldn't imagine a monster like Kane being the father of an innocent child. Matt knew that Lita had been backed into a corner, and that the baby shouldn't have to suffer because of it. Matt wanted to marry Lita and be a daddy.

He and Kane feuded for several months, leading to the "Till Death Do Us Part" match at Summerslam, with the stipulation that Lita would be obliged to marry the winner of the match. Lita, confident that Matt would defeat the Big Red Machine (he had beaten the seven-foot tall monster before!) signed the contract along with Kane and Matt.

Yet, another mistake. And as Kane pinned Matt for the 1-2-3, Lita felt her world fall to pieces around her once again.

"Oh, no! She can't believe it. I'm sure!" sympathized Jim Ross, shaking his head in disbelief.

Lita tried to choke back the lump in her throat and felt hot, unshed tears prickle her eyes.

"But it's gonna happen. Lita's gonna have to marry Kane!" Jerry Lawler cackled, as Kane leered down at his new bride.

"Look at that sick monster, smiling," JR spat, as Lita staggered numbly down the aisle back to the dressing room. She didn't dare look back. She wanted to at least see if Matt would be alright (EMTs were swarming around him), but she couldn't allow herself to make eye contact with Kane, her new fiancé. "Knowing that he's gonna marry Lita. And there's nothing she can do about it."

Jerry was practically bouncing up and down at the announcer's table. "Oh, this is gonna be great. When do you think the wedding's gonna be, JR?"

"I don't know, King," JR answered.

"What kind of dress do you think she'll wear?"

"I don't know," JR fired back, in disgust.

"Well, she can't wear white," Lawler laughed. "Maybe bright red."

JR shook his head, "Oh, poor Lita! She is absolutely devastated. She's crushed."

"Go back and give your future husband a kiss. Come on!" Lawler said gleefully, as Kane approached Lita. His arms were outstretched, and a sick grin was on his lips.

"The reality of this match, King. The finality of this match is just permeating through Lita's body."

"He's saying, come to Papa, Lita!"

"What a sordid tale," JR sighed as Lita hid her face in her hands. The tears were beginning to slide down her cheeks as she fled to the safety of the backstage.

Lawler didn't know when to stop. "Here comes the bride," he sang. "Er, here goes the bride."

"What a wicked wedding! What a gruesome groom and a heartbroken bride."

King was enjoying himself too much. "Here comes the groom!" he continued to sing, as Kane lumbered after his bride to be. "Here comes the groom!"

Lita staggered down the hall, nausea bubbling in her stomach. The stress was getting to her, and she knew it was bad for the baby. But at the moment, she didn't care.

The women's locker room was on the right. Lita threw open the door and stumbled in, ignoring the stares and giggles from Trish Stratus and her gang of harpies. Please don't say anything, Trish, Lita thought dejectedly. I don't wanna talk to anyone. Please, just go away, Trish. Just leave me alone.

"Congratulations, Lita!"

Oh, Hell! "Trish, leave me alone." whispered Lita, yanking open her locker door.

Trish Stratus, Lita's blonde, buxom nemesis, flashed a friendly-looking smile. "Lita, I just wanted to congratulate you. Finally, you and Kane are gonna make it legal!"

"Trish, I don't wanna talk about it." Lita turned her back to Trish and pulled her purse and coat out. Her stomach clenched, and she took a deep breath to calm herself. Maybe she and Anna could stop at the store and pick up some ginger ale on the way back to the hotel. Ginger ale was supposed to settle a queasy stomach.

"So when's the big day?" Trish asked.

"I don't know. I don't care."

"Oh, c'mon, Lita. This is gonna be a special day for you."

Lita said nothing as she gathered her things. As she swayed towards the exit, her head began to pound and her back began to ache. I need to get out of here and lie down.

"So what are you going to wear, Lita?" Trish continued, following her rival.

"Stop it, Trish! I'm warning you!"

"Hey, lighten up, Lita. I'm just trying to be friendly is all."

Lita spun on her heel and glared at her nemesis. Just as she was about to rip into Trish, a sudden wave of nausea almost knocked her to knees. Her coat and purse dropped to the floor as she clutched her stomach.

"Lita?" Trish suddenly looked concerned. "Are you okay?"

Lita shoved Trish out of the way, almost knocking her on her ass. Her vision swam as she staggered into the bathroom. Moments later, the bathroom door slammed and the room was filled with the sound of retching and hacking.

Oh, God. Why is it called Morning Sickness when it lasts all day?

Lita folded her arms across the toilet bowl and rested her head in the cool porcelain. She could hear the laughter and mockery of Trish and her friends, Gail, Molly, and Jazz. "Kane and Lita, sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love, then comes marriage. Then comes Lita with a-"

"Where's Lita?"

"Hey, what are you two barging in for? And you, Hollenbeck, aren't even under contract!"

"I have a VIP pass, Trish. And by the way, my name's Anna."

Lita lifted her head and sighed in relief. She easily recognized the voices of Victoria and Anna.

"Lita's stuff's on the floor. So where's Lita?"

"She's in the bathroom! God."

"Move it Gail, now!" Victoria's voice was sharp.

"Whatever."

Trish sniffed. C'mon girls. Let's go. Victoria and her anorexic little friend have no sense of humor." She and her friends walked out of the locker room, their footsteps and catty voices echoing down the hall.

Lita flushed the toilet and listened as her two friends approached the bathroom door. "Lita," asked Victoria's voice. "You okay?"

"Not really." Lita's voice was breathy as it rang up from the porcelain bowl.

"Me and Anna are coming in, okay?"

"Okay," she managed, as the door opened and Victoria and Anna stepped inside.

Lita glanced up, looking tired but grateful. "Thanks for getting those girls out-oh, guys!" A loud groan escaped her and she leaned her head into the bowl. Another bout of vomiting burst forth from Lita as Victoria knelt down beside her and pushed her hair back, waiting until Lita was finished.

Anna dampened a washrag in cold water and lifted Lita's face up so she could wipe it off. Then she pulled a bottle of water out of her purse and handed it to Lita. "You can finish that off. We're gonna take you back to the hotel so you get some sleep."

"How could I been so foolish?" Lita moaned, before taking a sip.

"Lita, you shouldn't have to marry Kane," Victoria consoled her, rubbing her back.

Anna stroked Lita's hair. "We'll talk to Eric Bischoff, and convince him to break that contract."

"It won't work," Lita moaned. "Bischoff hates me. He'll do anything just to make me squirm. He'll never listen. Eric made the match to begin with. He'll wanna see the wedding all the way through."

Victoria sighed. "We'll think of something, Lita."

"I never should have agreed to that stipulation when I signed the contract." Lita whimpered, thinking back to the confrontation she and Kane had the week before the fateful stipulation was added.

"Kane, get off of me!" Lita shouted as Kane dragged her into a storage room backstage.

"We're gonna have a little talk."

"Kane, if you don't let go of me, I swear, I'll-"

"You'll what? Scream? Go ahead, Lita. Scream! 'Cause that's exactly what I want. Because when your fiancé Matt comes thru that door, I'm gonna destroy him. And by the way, even if I don't get to Matt tonight, I will get him at Summerslam. Eric Bischoff just made that match. Matt Hardy vs me."

"Good, because he beat you before. And he's gonna beat you again, Kane."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yes, I'm sure about that."

"Lita, you're not even sure who's baby you're carrying. So how can you be sure that Matt is going to beat me?"

"Because he's twice the man than you'll ever be."

"Oh? Okay. If you're so positive about that, let's raise the stakes on our Summerslam match. Let's say you will marry the winner." Kane caught the look of utter disgust on Lita's face and grinned. "Oh. What's the matter? You're not so confident now, are you? This is going to end at Summerslam. One way or another."

"You know, I want this over more than you do, Kane. Like I said, he's beat you before, and Matt will beat you again. You're on! Because I will marry Matt after Summerslam, and all this will be behind us."

"Oh, you're gonna get married all right. You're going to get married to me. You know, it's a pity that you can't wear white on our wedding day."

"You bastard!" Lita slapped Kane hard and stormed off.

Kane laughed and held his cheek. His sick laughter rang in Lita's ears as she fled to the dressing room.

Lita dabbed her teary eyes with some Kleenex. "Matt and I were planning to marry this fall. He and I were discussing baby names the other day. We were planning to decorate one of the rooms in Matt's house as a nursery. He was totally ready to be a dad. He's not even the father, but he was ready to be Daddy." Lita sobbed. "Now that's all been blown to hell. What am I gonna do?"

Victoria helped Lita to her feet. "We're not gonna worry about that right now. Anna and I are gonna get your stuff together, and we're all going back to the hotel so you can get some rest. Tomorrow we'll talk to Matt."

"What about Kane?"

"We'll tell him you're resting. The stress wore you out tonight, and you wanted to turn in early. Just let us take care of you."

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: I hope the ending didn't suck too much. To me it felt abrupt. BTW, the dialog between JR and Lawler came from the Summerslam broadcast.

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