New Beginning

"AHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,"

"Deep breaths Miss Johnson, you're doing great dear," a nurse said as they wheeled me down the hall to the maternity ward.

It had been 9 ½ months since I left my hometown and to be honest, it had been a hard road. I hadn't been in contact with Hunter or Shawn due to my fear of the Undertaker tracking me down. Of course in the back of my mind, something told me he already knew where I was. My pregnancy had been difficult as well. Every other week I would find myself on my knees in my bathroom with my arms around my belly, crying my eyes out at the amount of pain I was in. I always thought I would miscarriage, but that didn't happen. The doctors soon put me on strict bedrest until it was time for my little bundle of joy to appear. During that time, I watched Monday Night Raw and Smackdown very closely.

The Undertaker was continuing his reign of terror, this time against Edge and Vickie's family. I watched every match, all the while, trying to figure out how Shawn couldn't defeat this man. Sure his wrestling abilities were great, but Shawn's were phenomenal. Speaking of him, he hadn't been on either show until the week before I went into labor. The royal rumble was coming up and he was planning on entering it in hopes of getting a match with the world heavyweight champion…The Undertaker. I could tell that he had been distraught after losing to the Undertaker only 9 months ago…and he was ready to take him on again.

"AHHHHHHHH Please get it out!" I screamed as the doctors and nurses carefully lifted me onto the bed.

"Please calm down Miss. Johnson, we're working as fast as we can," the nurse explained.

I groaned as more pressure began to build inside my womb. I grabbed the bars on the side of the bed and squeezed them as hard as I could. I was in so much pain that I actually laid my head back and closed my eyes, saying to myself, "Damn you Undertaker….Damn you!"

The moment those words left my mouth, I heard the sound of a newborn baby crying. I didn't even realize that I had been pushing her out the entire time. The pain and anger disappeared instantly as I lifted my head and looked at the baby in the doctor's hands. He smiled and glanced at me. "It's a girl."

I smiled as they cut her cord, wiped her off and cleared her airway before wrapping her in a towel and handing her to me. The minute she looked into my eyes I knew exactly what I wanted to name her, Mia. Mia Nicole Johnson. I could tell that from that point on our lives would never be the same again.