I never wanted to have a child, ever. I was happy with the radical life I had with my friends on the road as WWE superstars. I loved being able to just be next to my husband at the drop of a hat slipping in to a broom closet to fuck each other senseless if we wanted too.

We weren't supposed to get married. We were doing a show in Vegas and got completely undeniably waisted and woke up with wedding rings and a marriage certificate. We thought it was all fun until we saw a couple of pictures and videos that our friends Roman and Ellen took of us including the part where the celebrant told us that the signing of the document was legally bound. We didn't really care we had been together for years anyway most of our time consumed by wrestling, alcohol and sex. It was a wonder we didn't have a wrestling roster full of kids.

A year after we got married I collapsed at training before an Episode of Monday night raw getting the results ten minutes before the show, guess who was plus one and had to lose her Diva's title? Flynn Ambrose. But it was what it was all good things must come to an end and really over time I had gotten used to the fact that Dean and I were going to be parents. Even if he was a little off centred and my anger raged out of control. I'd been laid up in our home in Florida for the last seven months; I barely got to see Dean. He was always on the road with the WWE while I just hung around Orlando giving pointers to newer Diva's at the performance centre.

"You look like you're about to give birth in the ring," Bill said stepping under the ring rope as I was surveying Jo and Paige. I turned to him giving a slight eye roll, which most people had come to expect of me, it was kind of a signature thing.

"Nah, still got a little while left," I smiled, my stomach sank, I knew what I was doing in the ring, I knew how to train the rookies, Bill only came to talk to me when he had something serious to discuss.

"Can we talk?"

I knew it. Vile rose to the bottom of my tongue I took a deep breath to push it away shooting the girls a look they took the hint instantly and walked away. Growing more nervous as I walked over to the ropes sitting on the middle, one sliding my body through so my arms were lazing over the top. "What's wrong?" I had my serious face on. I hoped his wasn't going to be to painful.

"I just got off the phone to your husband."

My stomach sank I slid out of the ring ropes. "What's wrong? Is he okay?" I worried. A million things running through my head, he could have been injured or in a car crash or something could have happened to Ellen. What if he was injured and couldn't wrestle anymore, Dean was nothing without wrestling, we were nothing without wrestling. I felt a head ache coming on as the worry pulse throughout my brain.

"No, he's fine," Bill stated my whole body relaxed. "He wasn't happy, but he's fine."

He was angry. "What'd he do?" I asked.

"He was very adamant that it was time for you to go on Maternity leave."

"That's not up to him,"

"I think he believes it is." Bill pointed out. "He brought forward a very good case," Bill was agreeing with him. I felt anger engulf me I dropped my head and pinched the bridge of my nose taking deep breaths trying to keep calm long enough to get out of here and on the phone.

"C'mon, this isn't cool," I whined. "I know my body, I just want be involved with something."

"You need to be at hope preparing or the birth of your kid,"

"No," I laughed. "I don't."

"What's so bad about it?"

I took a deep breath. "Dean and I set the room up last time he was here, it's all ready if anything it's over ready," I told. "The whole house has been baby proofed four times." I told.

"Why don't you want to be there?"

"Because I get so bored, it is sending me insane,"

Bill sighed, it hit me Dean had probably threatened him. "I'm sorry Flynn" He said softly, "Dean's right, if anything went wrong," he shook his head.

"Not your fault." I said taking a deep breath trying to be calm.

"From now until you are medical cleared to wrestle, you cannot step foot in a WWE ring," he said sternly.

"I may never step foot in a WWE ring again." I laughed shaking my head.

"You'll get your condition back quickly, you're a goo-"

"Oh, I don't doubt that," I snapped, "I may just be doing it from a jail cell after I kill my husband." I said jumping out of the ring storming to the locker room getting my bag. The anger was beginning to hurt I was shaking. I grabbed my jacket and zipped it up pulling the hood over my head. I searched for my keys and phone storming out of the door when I found both.

Everything around me was a sea of red. I was shaking uncontrollably as I pulled the phone up to my ear getting angrier.

"Hey there my little sex kitten."

"What the fuck are you playing at Dean?" I yelled.

"Woah, hey what the hell?"

"Don't you what the hell me," I snapped. "You made a call?"

"Babe, I make a lot of calls," he half laughed his voice nasally if I hadn't have been so angry at him it would have thought it was cute.

"You can't of one I'd want to kick your ass over?"

"Flynn," he said.

"Don't Dean,"

"You can't work anymore baby," he said like he was trying to convince me to go somewhere with him.

"That's not up to you," I snapped opening the door to the car slamming my stuff on the seat across as I slid in to the driver's seat.

"It is,"

"No, it's my body"

"It's my baby," he yelled. "You can't be in a ring, you need to be at home resting, taking care of you both."

"Do you have any idea what so ever how crazy sitting at home is sending me?" I yelled the rage erupting. "Do you Dean?"

"No," he said softly.

"No, you don't because in the whole seven months I've known I was pregnant you've been home twice, I come from seeing hundreds of people every single day to being on my own," I yelled. "I went from seeing you everyday to not seeing you at all," I pointed out, my stomach twitched for a moment, it was either the baby or the anxiety that someone could hear me, I didn't care I was pissed it was either hitting someone or yelling at Dean. "I was doing fine standing in the ring giving some rookie's a few pointers then you had to go fuck it up."

"I know," he admitted. "I knew you would be pissed when I did it," I could sense a 'but' and it made me want to hit him. "But you are thirty eight week pregnant Flynn you could go in to labour at any moment, you need to slow down."

"I need to be in a good mental state Dean." I snarled. "I need the company, I need you here."

"I know baby," he admitted softly, I started to calm down, the fact that he wasn't screaming down the end of the phone back at me showed he really meant it, any other time we would spend an hour on the phone screaming each other's ear drums out like cicadas in an echo hall. "And you're right," he sighed; I could imagine the look on his face when he said that. I gave a slight smirk toward the achievement. "And I want to be there, but you know our business," he stated.

My anger erupted again.

"Really?" I snapped. "You're pulling that card?" I shook my head gave a sarcastic laugh. "Fuck you"

"What the hell Flynn?" he yelled he sounded just as angry as I was. "You're telling me you can't remember how cut throat this business is?"

"Dean, they give people time off all the time to help out with their partners having children," I pointed out. "I know how the business is, I know exactly how it is, I also know I'm your wife you're all against commitment, but you agreed to stay married and you got me pregnant, if you wanted to be here, you would be"

"That's unfair,"

"No, what's unfair Dean, I'm here alone and now, thanks to my amazing husband," I said sarcastically. I didn't care if it hurt him I was going for the jugular. "I have nothing to take my mind off exactly how alone I am, thanks babe, I feel the love," I said hanging the phone up a second later throwing it on the passenger seat.