WWE owns everyone, but Ryley, Tate, and Lacey... This is a sequel, so read Catfish first or some of this ain't gonna make any damn sense. COMMENT/REVIEW/FOLLOW/ FAVORITE! Do what yea gotta do people.

[8 months after Catfish]

Ryley POV..

"TATE!" I screamed from my room in a panic.

"Ryley! What's wrong?" He exclaimed running into my room barely missing smashing into the door. He had a fear-stricken face and he was breathing heavily. I have no idea what he was doing or where he came from, but it looked like he just ran up 5 flights of steps. "Are you ok? You didn't cut yourself again, did you? I'll get the car, don't bleed on the carpet!" He stated turning back around to leave. Last week I had an incident with a carving tool and my arm, lots of blood and 7 stitches later I was fine, but now every time I raise my voice even a little he thinks I injured myself.

"No Tate! That isn't the issue." I stated stopping him from leaving my room.

He breathed deeply and closed his eyes as he calmed himself "Oh good. Whats wrong?" He asked finding his zen state.
I bit my lip debating on if I should really put this on his shoulders "I think I'm pregnant." I whispered just loud enough for him to hear.

His eyes widened and his jaw dropped. "How sure are you?" He questioned.

"4 test sure." I responded.

He inhaled deeply " Ok. Have you talked to Jon?"

"Last night, but not about this. How do I tell him? We didn't discuss kids! What if he doesn't want any? What if he leaves me with the baby?" I was getting myself all worked up and I wasn't positive I was pregnant. Jon and I have been back together for about 8 months and it has been awesome. Although we didn't see each other all the time, but distance makes the heart grow or some shit like that. Cut me some slack, I eat, sleep, and breath monster movies. Not much of a romantic chick. I rather watch someone get slaughtered than two overly pretty people with no personality suck face.

Tate's features softened before pulling me into a hug "Grimmy, if he doesn't want children would it of really worked out in the end? You have that protective mom gene that most women would die for. You want kids, you always have."

I leaned my throbbing head against his shoulder. He was right, if Jon didn't want kids than it never would have worked. It still didn't make it any easier on me. "I'm a full-time special effects artist, how is this going to work?" I questioned.

"You are an Oscar awarding winning special effects artist with more money than you know what to do with. Plus you have me and Lacey here to help. " He stated. Lacey was Tate's new wife. They opted to stay here because the place was big enough and a good amount of the time I wasn't home. If I was I'm sleeping and Lacey could take care of the house while me and Tate are off playing with blood. "And don't forget you got Fox to give you pointers on how to balance family and work." Fox is one of our employees who has 3 children and still manages to keep up with the schedule.

" I guess your right. I can do this with or without a man." I stated.

He poked my shoulder-blade "Hey, don't rule out the father yet. He may just surprise you." Tate playfully scolded me.

"Over reacting?" I questioned scrunching my nose.

He held up his thumb and pointer finger with a little bit of space in between "Wee bit." He chuckled. "But all in good reason." He smiled throwing his arm around my shoulders "Lets go get ice cream." He stated walking out of the bedroom with me and into our living room. For some reason he thought ice cream made everything better.

His very bubbly blond wife was staring at us with a tear in her eye. She was bouncing from one foot to her other. "I'm soooo happy for you!" She exclaimed hugging me "I'm sorry I didn't mean to ease drop, but a BABY!" She squealed. "Omg! When are you telling Jon?" She questioned releasing me from her death grip.

"I fly out to see him at Raw in 3 days." I told her. I had been to a few Raws and nothing bad has happened. I had a slight run in with CM Punk, but it was a simple 'hi' and nothing more. I wasn't sure if I should talk to him or if Jon was even ok with me approaching him. So for now, I'll let it be.

Lacey looked at Tate and put her hands on her hip "Your going with her for moral support." She demanded casting a death glare at him with her blue eyes.

Tate scratched his now buzzed black hair "Wait! how did I get..." He trailed off noticing the look "Whatever you say honey. " He agreed.

"When are you going to the doctor?" She questioned.

"Tomorrow." I responded

"I'm coming with you." She stated before heading towards the bedroom. There was no room for argument with this women. To be honest I'm not sure I wanted to fight with her on this. All I'm really sure of is these next couple days are going to be stressful.

Thanks for reading! Comment! Some of these chapters are going to be in Ryley's point of view.