A/N: I started this story out under my original pen-name, Alias6829. For reasons stated in my biography, I had to abandoned that name and go with this one. The original story can be found under "The Life of a SUPREME Diva". As same as before, this is a companion piece to Fanfictfungrl215. For her side of the story, go to "Welcome Home". I do NOT own any of the WWE names, characters, people, etc. I also do not own the lyrics I use in this story. I own the characters that are my own creation.

Need You Now

Chapter One: Seven Month Itch

Picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor

Reachin' for the phone 'cause I can't fight it anymore

And I wonder if I ever cross your mind

For me it happens all the time…

From the comfort of her own bed, the woman the wrestling world once knew as The Supreme Diva watched her best friend's first promo back on gaping breaths. As Dee stormed off and left behind a stunned Randy Orton, she instinctively placed her hand on her growing tummy and began to rub her stirring child as if she was suffering from a nervous tick. She looked strikingly different since the last time the fans had laid eyes on her; gone were the long-flowing crimsons looks, instead they were replaced with a shorter, more sensible cut.

A mom cut.

The past few months had been some of the hardest she had ever been through, a near-literal rollercoaster ride of ups (making up with Dee, the baby that was now growing inside of her) and downs (the two potential fathers of her child hated her, her ex-fiancé and potential father #1 was back to shacking up with her half-sister), which made dealing with the unexpected pregnancy just that much harder. On top of it all, she was doing it mostly on her own. Hunter made it perfectly clear that he wanted nothing to do with Brooks' bastard child and slammed the door in her face, while CM Punk wanted the world to believe the child was his, but could care less about how she was making due. Everything from doctor appointments to parenting classes were done either alone or with her mother and the stares she got from fans that recognized her left her at those places left her feeling like a failure. Now, more than ever, she knew the pain her mother felt while pregnant with the illegitimate child of her former boss.

She glanced at the clock on the nightstand next to her bed and stifled a yawn. Barely ten o'clock and she already began to feel the effects of the day. Good lord, she couldn't get used to this! After leaving the WWE, her life had become centered on the life growing inside of her and today hadn't been any different. A sensible Graco crib with a cherry finish had been picked out; ready to ship by the time she woke up in the morning. Before that, a sonogram of the baby showed that she was growing perfectly and all her fingers and toes were in order. She silently wished that her best friend was there to celebrate this milestone with her, but she knew that Dee's comeback was more important than this. At least, her mother had been there for her.

Without thinking, she snatched the glass of apple juice that resided on the nightstand next to her alarm clock and downed the rest of it in one gulp. As she gently placed it back down on the table, her eyes brimmed with tears. She missed being with her friends out on the road. She hated sitting around with nothing to occupy her time except comic books and the same few Nicholas Sparks movies, all of which just made her feel worse about herself. Of all the things she thought she knew about herself, she knew she thought she was a better person than this. That she, of all people, wouldn't end up pregnant and have not a clue as to who the father is. She was never one to be such a whore.

If only she hadn't gone to that bar…

She remembered it as if it were only yesterday. After leaving Hunter's hotel room and regaining her things from the arena, she found a letter waiting for her…a letter reminding her of what exactly was in her contract. Her own father did not give a shit that her face was a mess and she had lost her title, nor that she was no longer engaged to the only man she had ever loved. All that he cared about was saving face. After reading and re-reading the letter, something inside her snapped. The next thing she knew she was drowning her sorrows into a bottle of tequila at a bar with no name and she was joined by Punk (why a straight-edge was at a bar was beyond her), the smug look on his face became the straw that broke the camels' back. She flew at him with such a rage that it had taken him more than a few moments to restrain her. She wanted him to feel her pain, to know what he had put her through. And when she saw that he was gaining pleasure from her outburst, she attacked the bottle instead, downing Jose Cuervo and passed out cold. The next thing she knew, she woke up in bed next to Punk, too ashamed to even wake him before leaving at dawn. Six weeks later, she found herself alone in a cold and forbidding hotel bathroom, reading the results of the pregnancy test and crying hysterically at the mess she had gotten herself into. Since the boys of Nexus saw her do the walk of shame out of Punk's room, news spread like wildfire across the backstage area and the stares were too much for her to handle. With Edge by her side, she was able to tell both men the truth and got the opposite response she wanted from the two of them. Within a few weeks, Hunter had crawled back to Stephanie with his tail between his legs and she picked up the pieces of his heart and Punk…he bragged about his super sperm penetrating the Diva With a Mouth's ovaries of steel. She was mortified to say the least.

The silver lining of the whole ordeal was that she gained back her best friend. Of course, she came clean with her about everything: who her father was, her drunken one-night stand with Punk, everything. And she was there for her best friend as well, seeing her through surgery after surgery to straighten out the ribs that Nexus had smashed to pieces. It was a tedious process, but in the end it was worth it. Dee O'Toole was back with a vengeance…but her heart was still broken. Randy hadn't bothered to pick up a phone once to check on her, never bothered to visit her at the rehab facility. It was like 'out of sight, out of mind' and while Dee bragged about how much she didn't need him, as her best friend, she could see the pain she hid behind her dark blue eyes.

As if knowing that her mother needed it, she felt a slight kick where her hand was.

"I know, little yet-to-be-named-little-girl-Gratton. Mama needs to call your Aunt Dee and check up on her."

She grabbed her cell and called the familiar number.

"Dee's House of Steaks."

Meg laughed. "Very nice, but I would've at least come up with some more plausible, like pretend to be a call girl line."

"How do you know Dee's House of Steaks ISN'T a cover for my call girl line?" They shared as nice, hardy laugh between them. "How was the appointment?"

"Same ol', same ol'. Your niece is doing amazing things, like curing cancer and orchestrating world peace. Oh, check your email…I got a new sonogram picture coming your way."

Dee frowned. "That was today? FUCK! I'm sorry, Meg."

"No worries, you had bigger fish to fry. Mom was there, so that's that. Plus, I've got a kick ass crib that you can set up next time you are here."

"Isn't that the Dad's job, you slut?"

She laughed hard. "Thanks, bitch. Rub it in why doncha? Besides, she's your niece and you promised."

"Yeah, yeah. Come up with any new and interesting names yet?"

Meg reached for the notebook that rested on the pillow next to her. "Let's see…I made it through the Avengers without coming up with something decent-"

"I thought you liked She-Hulk Gratton?"

"Oh yeah, loved it!" She giggled. "Let's see, we've got Elektra Delinda Gratton, Rogue Delinda Gratton, and just for shits, Susan Delinda Gratton."

"What, no Deadpool?"

"Ha. Ha. Seriously, I have no clue what to name this kid. It would be easier if I had a DAD in the picture." Tears weld up in her eyes. "Fucking hormones."

"I've got the weekend off, so I'll be out there to see you as soon as I can, ok? We'll get through this. Us against the world, right?"

"Always. Well, I'm getting tired lady. Stay out of trouble."

"I should be saying that to you, lady. You're out partying every night while I am stuck being the sensible one."

"Unless parties are slang for Haagen Daz and General Hospital, then my life is all about fun now. Fun and swollen ankles." They shared a laugh. "Go have fun, kick some ass, and be careful. You can't hold my baby if you all cripple-like and broken again."

"You never let me have any fun."

"Love you!"

"Love you too. Bye."

She stared at her cellphone for a few moments, the look on her face changing quickly from

With her only tie to her former life severed, she curled up in a ball, cradling her stomach and she tried in vain to get comfortable and passed out cold. For the first time in a long time, her dreams weren't plagued with memories of the lives and hearts she had shattered. For the first time in a long time, she slept like a baby.