Blue Nova

Chapter 1

                "Trish broke up with me."

                I suppose that I should show some sympathy for the purple haired wrestler in front of me, but I can't.  Maybe it's the fact that I knew this would happen sooner than later, and I told him so.  Or maybe it's because I'm pregnant and I'm starting on those famous mood swings.  Yeah, that's right.  Amy Dumas, the ever-famous Diva, is pregnant from Matt Hardy.  And here's the real kicker – Matt dumped me a month ago, two weeks before I figured out that I was pregnant.  For the first week after that, I was in denial.  I couldn't be pregnant!  The last few days I was downright angry.  But now, now I'm resigned.  Resigned to the facts that I can't wrestle for a few more years, that I'll be a single parent, & that this baby will have no father. 

                Okay, so maybe I'm not quite past the anger and completely into acceptance.  I'm mad at Matt and I for not using birth control, I'm furious at Matt for giving me this baby and then dumping me, and I'm ticked off at myself for delaying my career in wrestling for a few more years when I was so close to making it back into the ring. 

                I also haven't told anybody that I'm pregnant.  I don't want their pity.

                And I'm afraid to tell them.

                I suppose I could get an abortion, but I don't think that I could deal with that.  I don't think I could deal with that.  It's essentially murder in my eyes.  And adoption?  To let go of the person growing inside of me?  It would be like letting go of a part of me and I just can't do that. 

                "Ames?" Jeff says again.  I realize that I've been zoning out.  I scrounge up some pity and sympathy.

                "It was bound to happen," I say, "It wasn't you.  Trish goes through guys like lipstick.  She wears one for a while, and then decides that she doesn't like the color, so she goes to a new one."  Jeff sits down next to me on the leather couch.

                "Thanks, I suppose," he says blankly with a heavy sigh.  I crawl over and give him a hug.  I can tell he's been crying – his eyes are bloodshot.  He squeezes back before letting me go.  "I just thought that it'd be different," he admits, and sighs again, "I thought that she would be different to me, not just date me for a while and then break it off.  It sure seemed like it was going along good."  He furiously blinks the tears out of his eyes. 

                "That's what Trish does," I say, "She uses guys like that.  It's not your fault – it's hers."

                For a second, he gives me a weak smile.  "Thanks for being here for me," he says.  I smile back at him.

                "I'll always be here for you Jeff," I pause, "That's a promise."  I've made many promises that I've never lived up to.  Like not becoming pregnant until I'm married, and not letting anything stop me on my way back to the ring.  But this promise?  To always be there for Jeff, who's like my brother in all aspects?  I'll live up to it, because he deserves it.

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                For one time tonight, I was rooting for Test.  Which was really unfair and all, seeing as what he did to Stacey, but I couldn't help but smile with glee when Test dragged her out of the ring and onto the mats below, slapping her face into the mat.  In my eyes, she deserved it, walking to the ring like everything was utterly great, with this huge smile on her face.  And contrary to what I thought at first, it wasn't faked.  I hate her.

                Jeff fell asleep on my arm a few minutes after the match.  I'm going to have to move his head off of my shoulder soon; I'm losing circulation in my arm.  Shifting slowly, I'm able to move his head to my lap, and continue watching the show.  Not that I'm paying attention, of course.  I'm devoting my time to figuring out when to tell Matt that I'm pregnant with his child.  I'll have to tell him sometime before I have to leave the WWE for a while.  He'll get suspicious if I don't tell him why, and will probably jump to conclusions.  This is pathetic.  I can stand up to any person, male or female, not caring if all I get in return is an ass-kicking, but I can't get the courage to tell Matt that I'm pregnant?

                Absentmindedly, I twist a piece of Jeff's purple hair around my finger, looking down at him.  He looks kind of like a puppy when he's sleeping.  A very cute puppy.

                I suppose I'll have to tell everyone else sometime soon.  Ha!  I can't even tell the father and I'm supposed to tell my friends & the fans?

                I really wish I could wake up and figure out that this was all a dream.  Just a dream. 

                Crap.  Someone's knocking on the door, and Jeff's starting to wake up from the booming noise.  I gently set Jeff's head down on the cushion that I was sitting on a few seconds ago and open the door, revealing Adam and Jay, or Edge and Christian, whatever you prefer.  Adam looks me over, cocking an eyebrow.  Great.  Thank you for reminding me that I probably look like shit, Adam.  A quick glance at the monitor that I turned off before opening the door reminds me even more.  My red hair is sticking places that I didn't know it could reach without hair spray, there are bags the color of Jeff's hair beneath my bloodshot eyes, and –

                "Hey Red," Adam greets, as he and Jay walk in, taking the second leather couch in the room.  Adam lifts his sunglasses off of his face and onto his mane of yellow blond hair.  Why was I so worried on how I look?  They're my friends, they've seen me looking worse. 

                "How's Jeff?" Jay asks, casting an eye on Jeff while reminding me of how fast news travels in the WWE.

                "Okay," I replied, "Bummed out and tired."

                "Apparently," commented Adam.  I roll my eyes in response.  Jay and Adam stay a bit longer, talking about things that don't matter for the whole part, making frequent jokes.  My fake laughs must have fooled Jay, because now that they've decided to leave, Jay walks out with a simple Good-bye.  Adam, however, stays. 

                "Are you okay, Amy?" he asks, setting a hand on my shoulder. 

                "Yes," I'm dying to tell him no, but I can't let myself.  Adam purses his lips together, a concerned look on his face. 

                "All right," he relents, thank goodness, "If something is wrong…"

                "I'll call you," I finish helpfully.  He smiles.

                "You had better," he says, leaning closer.  I can feel his breath whisper across my face.  He slowly, gently presses his lips to mine.

                If I died now, I would consider myself a happy person.

                Hell, I already feel like I'm in heaven.  He pulls back, his face still close.  I'm too shocked to say anything, but to stare at him.  For a moment, all I can hear is our steady breathing, but then he pulls his face back suddenly. 

                "I…  I better go," he mumbles, a flush creeping across from his face as he hurries out.  By the time I get to my senses, and run to the door, yelling his name, he's no one in sight.  A sinking feeling in my stomach, I return to the room a few minutes later.

                God, I'm so stupid sometimes. 

                "I take it that you and Matt were never actually 'taking a break'," Jeff says, one of his eyes flickering open.

                A very stupid liar.

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Author's Note:  Woohoo!  Lita/Edge!!   This story won't be updated for a while (sorry) because I've got about 10 other stories to attend to.  Just wanted to lay this out before the idea disappeared.  Please review!