"Has the jury reached a verdict?" The judge asked.
The foreman stood up. "We have, your honor."
"Very well."
"In the case of the People Vs. Kevin Saunders, we find the defendant guilty of all charges."
"This court thanks the jury for their service. The defendant will be remanded until sentencing. Court is now adjured." He said, hitting his gavel again.
I hugged my lawyer Molly tightly, thanking her for her services. Phil stood beside me as Kevin stood up. We linked pinkie fingers as we watched him get placed back into handcuffs and left the court room.
Molly called me two weeks later to inform me that sentencing has passed. Kevin was sentenced to thirty years with no chance of parole this time.
Thankfully, the next eight months had been relatively easy.
Due to the fact that I had gone into labor with Dylan earlier than anticipated, Phil made me get off the road a week before the baby was due. Phil had to go to Raw that Monday to work an injury angle so that he could be out with me for a few weeks. Phil caught a flight early Monday morning. Later on that morning, Tamma and I were sitting on the couch when I started feeling contractions.
"Oh boy." I said, rubbing my stomach, once the contractions were coming regularly.
"Are you serious?" Tamma asked, looking alarmed.
"I think so." I said.
"Okay, we thought this might happen. What's with you going into labor on Mondays?" She teased.
"Yeah yeah. Hand me my phone." I told her.
Phil told me he was getting the next flight to Chicago. I told him to take his time, there wasn't a rush at this time. He repeated again that he would be on the next flight.
"Shouldn't we be getting to the hospital?" Tamma asked.
"No, this is early labor. We can watch the rest of the movie."
"You're being very calm."
"I'm anxious. I'm thinking about taking a bubble bath." I stated.
"You can't be serious. You're in labor."
"You're a nurse's daughter. You should know, it's going to take time. I still have a while before I need to go to the hospital."
I took a warm bath to help relax. I took a nap for two hours. Once it reached the point where the contractions were coming seven minutes apart, I called Dr. Sheppard. My water broke as I was walking into the car. Tamma snatched the keys from my hands and shoved me in the passenger seat.
"Now isn't the time to prove how tough you are by crashing on the way to the hospital due to a contraction." She told me. I knew she was right.
"Punk's flight was delayed, he won't get here until 10 pm. How are you doing?" Colt alerted me once we were checking in.
"I'm in labor, how do you think I'm doing?" I snapped.
"Okay, okay. Take it easy. I didn't do this to you." Colt said, throwing up his hands.
I was wheeled into a private room and a nurse helped me get into a hospital gown. I grew more and more agitated while the nurses ran labs and checked on how far I was dilated. There was a steady stream of people coming in and out of my room until the contractions grew to the point I could no longer talk through them. I was told that the waiting room was full of our friends. Phil arrived as the contractions started to increase in intensity.
"What the hell kept you?" I snapped.
"There was an issue with the plane. I had to switch twice. I'm so sorry." Phil apologized, grabbing my hand.
"Contractions are coming every four minutes now." The nurse informed Dr. Sheppard.
"Hope you two picked out names because this little one seems to be in a hurry." Dr. Sheppard said, looking up over her chart.
"Kristina, if you want an epidural, now is the time." The nurse told me.
"Are you freaking kidding me? No drugs!" I exclaimed.
"Hey, calm down. It's okay." Phil told me, brushing back my hair.
"That's easy for you to say. You try pushing something the size of a watermelon out of something the size of donut and you tell me it's okay." I snapped.
"Okay, sorry." Phil said gently, kissing my forehead.