I'm sitting in the middle of our bedroom floor. I'm at the foot of the bed hugging knees up to my chest. I stare as my mind goes blank. I'm at lost for words and thoughts.

Five months. I've been married and been living my life as Mrs. Mike Mizanin.

I'm still with WWE and I'm still doing the things that I've done before. I've been quite off the hook lately so I asked a couple of days off. Mike insisted that he also comes home from the road. I told him he didn't have to but he still insisted and he can be very persistent.

I just had to regroup because I've been off my game and now, I know exactly why. I can't stop staring at it. I lifted my hand where I had my engagement and wedding rings and stared at it for a while thinking if I am indeed ready for this kind of commitment and obligation.

Mike wandered inside the room and I looked up as he stood beside me.

"What are you doing?" he asks confused. Of course, it's not everyday that he walks into our bedroom and sees me on the floor.

He sat down cross-legged beside me and pulls me into his lap.

"What's wrong?" he asks stroking my back as I snuggled against him and rested my head on his chest his nose in my hair.

I give him the thing that I've been staring at for the past hour or hours of my life. Seriously, I have no idea how long I've been here and looking at it.

He continued to stroke my back as he takes it from my hand. His hand stops and I snuggle closer to him shutting my eyes and scared about his reaction. I sneak a peek up at him as he stares at it. I tried to read his expression but he's not giving anything away.

"You're pregnant." He whispers in my hair and I lift my head to gaze at him and he's smiling down at me.

"I know. I'm scared." I said curling in his arms again.

"Baby, don't be. We're in this together, remember?" he says lifting my left hand and kissing my engagement and wedding rings.

I look up at him with wary in my eyes. Then his eyes soften as they saw mine. I know he knows why I'm scared. I'm thinking about our first baby. The miscarriage I had.

"I wouldn't let that happen again. I will keep you safe." He said kissing my head.

I lifted my head and put my arms around his neck. I kissed him tenderly on the lips.

"I know you will. It's me that I'm worried about. What if I-" I can't finish it. Thinking about the last time. I'm scared.

What if I don't take care of it again? What if I get too depressed again? What if….. oh there's a lot of what ifs.

"Hey," he says taking face in both of his hands. "Stop overthinking it okay? You're going to be an amazing mother and I will be there for you all the way." He says the plants a soft kiss on my lips

"Okay?" he says searching my face

My brain processes his words and I nod slowly as I start to believe in his words.

"Okay." I breathed

"That's my girl." He smiles and kisses my cheek

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Moments later I sit on the floor, this time, of our living room. There are piles of boxes around me. We've just moved in to this house not long ago and we have not yet really unpacked everything yet since we just came back from the road.

I sent Mike out to get me some cheese steaks. I'm craving for something savory right now and I think that would satisfy my needs. Oh, perks of being pregnant.

I also scheduled an appointment with my doctor tomorrow to see how far I am now. No wonder, I've been so weak and moody lately and also I have different nose for food smells. Sometimes, I just wanna throw up everytime I smell onions and garlic. Ugh.

I pulled out a vase out of the box. Now, where should this go? I looked around and stood up to set in on a table lined up against the wall. I walked back to another box since the vase was the last one in the other, and opened it. I saw that it was full of kitchen wares and utensils.

I lifted it up to carry it to the kitchen. Wow, it's kinda heavy.

"What are you doing?" Mike said aghast as if I did something forbidden. He stood there at the entrance of the room with several paperbags.

"Moving this to the kitchen." I said nodding at the box which's in my hands.

"Let me take that." he said as he strode to me in a flash setting the bags down on the coffee table and the box was out of my hands before I knew it. I frowned at his back as he exited the room.

I followed him into the kitchen and watched him put the box on the island counter. He looks up and smiles at me.

"I could've done that you know." I raised my eyebrows at him

"Yes, but you shouldn't be carrying heavy things while you're pregnant." He padded over to me and wraps his arms around my waist. He kisses me sweetly. His hand slips under my shirt and he's trailing his fingers over my abdomen.

"I can't believe that in a few months, we'll be three." He says resting his forehead on mine touching my stomach.

I put a hand over his. "Three." I said testing the words in my mouth.

"Three it is." I beamed up at him.