Title: Another Chance

Author: Music

Ratings: PG… nothing too bad

Disclaimers: All the wrestlers and WWE stuff belongs to the WWE, Vince McMahon and themselves. The other characters belong to me

Distributions: Muscle Heaven, WWE/BTVS, wweatsbtvs, and Anywhere else, just let me know please

Summary: This is the sequel to Chance. A perfect night has some consequences and Ann's the only one who knows. But when Randy shows up again in town will they have Another Chance?

March 21, 2004 Vancouver BC Canada.

Ann McGowan dragged her feet as she left the Doctor's office. She really wasn't looking forward to going into the waiting room where her cousin awaited the news. The news wasn't necessarily bad, just kind of unexpected and she wasn't looking forward to telling her cousin what exactly was wrong or the other news she had with it. But before she had gone to the doctor's, Ann had already knew what was wrong with her, had known, long before Ashley had dragged her sorry ass up from the bathroom floor and drove her to a clinic.

It had been seven weeks since she had broken up with Jesse, although Ashley only believed it to be five. She wasn't about to explain where she had been during that two-week gap. For one, Ashley wouldn't believe her and two, she sometimes didn't believe it herself. But with the news she had found out, she knew it was true. She knew that night had happened seven weeks ago. It wasn't a dream, as she had believed when she woke up the next morning. She had rolled over and found the note he had left, and even now as she put her hand in her pocket, she could feel it there. He never called though. She waited two weeks and he didn't call. She had finally given up and called Ashley and now he would never know what had been created that night.

"So what did he say?" Ashley asked as soon as her cousin entered the waiting room.

Ann just shook her head and motioned for her to follow, which Ashley did without protest.

She was worried about Ann and had been for the past two weeks, ever since she had started getting sick and spending most of time on the floor in front of the toilet. Ashley figured it to be stress. Jesse had been her first and only serious boyfriend and after four years it was over. So it had to be stress right? That wasn't something you could easily brush off and the fact that Ann didn't seem to care just showed that she was keeping it all in, no wonder she was sick.

Ashley unlocked the car and they both got in, Ann letting out a huge sigh as she did, brushing back her long brown hair with a shaky hand. Ashley waited, letting her cousin gather her bearings before she spoke up. But as time went by and Ann still hadn't moved, Ashley began to drum her fingers nervously against the steering wheel.

"Will you stop that?" Ann finally snapped.

Ashley stopped, her hands poised inches above the steering wheel as she turned to face her cousin. "You going to tell me what he said then?"

Ann sighed. "I'm pregnant Ash."

There was silence for a few moments, then,

"For real?"

Ann nodded.

"So are you going to tell Jesse?"

Ann sent her an odd look, speaking her next sentence before remembering that Ashley didn't know the whole story. "What for?"

"Well the baby is his."

Slowly, Ann shook her head.

"I think you need to tell me everything."

Another sigh. Yes she would tell Ashley but not everything.

"The night Jesse and I broke up, I met someone."

"Really, who?"

"It was a one night thing and he was gone in the morning."

Ashley took the information in as she started up the car, pulling it out of the parking lot. "How do you know it's not Jesse's?"

"The times don't match up. Jesse and I were fighting a lot before we broke up. We never got to the make-up sex so it's been awhile since we've had sex."

"Are you going to call him? I mean the other guy?"

Ann turned her head so she was looking out the window.

"I don't know how to reach him." She softly replied.

October 11, 2004, Vancouver BC

Seven months later, a very pregnant Ann sat on her couch, watching Monday night Raw. Her and Ashley watched in silence as they usually did. Ever since Ann moved in, Ashley had learned that there was to be absolute silence between six and eight pm every Monday night. Sometime between nine and eleven as well if the show was good and Ann wasn't tired. Ashley had to admit she found it odd. For two straight hours she wouldn't move. She knew her cousin had been saving up for a wrestling school nearby and she was wondering if now that she couldn't wrestle, this somehow made up for it.

It was around the fourth month that Ashley began to catch on to why Ann was so quiet. It was whenever a certain wrestler, a certain Legend Killer came on that her interest seemed to be piqued. She tried to tease her about it once but the glare she received was so deadly that Ashley decided to never bring it up again.

Ann stared at the TV, watching as Randy exchanged words with Ric Flair, as he talked about the women he had and how it wasn't for the kisses that they remembered him for. Her hand absentmindedly trailed down to her stomach. Oh yes, she remembered his kisses but he was right when saying it wasn't the kisses they remembered him for. She had a bigger reminder. She would only have to look at her unborn child to remember him. The baby would be a constant reminder.

With a sigh Ann shifted in her seat. He back had been unusually sore today but she was too focused on Raw to think anything more of it. As the show went to commercial, she let her mind drift back over the past seven months. In that time, her parents had been notified and were more than a little angry. She was only 20. Well, 21 as of a month ago and they thought her and Jesse weren't ready, leading her to tell them they had broken up. Her dad's last words to her were to make sure she got some child support from the bastard because there was no way in hell they would be helping her. Yeah, her parents cared. Ann had hung up the phone, not wanting to tell them that Jesse wasn't even the father.

She moved in with Ashley, the two sharing a two-bedroom apartment. Up until a month ago, she worked as a receptionist, making fairly decent money. From what she had saved and her wrestling fund, she had enough money for her and her baby, and to help out until she was able to go back to work.

Somehow, Jesse had gotten word that she was pregnant and had showed up to "Take her back" as he said.

She laughed, telling him not in this lifetime but he was persistent until she revealed that he wasn't even the father. Then things became ugly. He demanded to know who was and threatened to kick not only his ass but hers as well. . He began calling her a whore and she began to wonder if he was really going to hit her but luckily, Ashley and her boyfriend, Cam had returned and since Cam had forcefully removed him, she hadn't heard from him.

Throughout her pregnancy, only two things remained constant, Ashley and Cam's support and Monday night Raw. She hadn't missed an episode and had even ordered every Raw sponsored Pay per view and would continue to do so once her baby was born. At least that way, her baby would have some contact with their father.

She had watched Randy these past few months and had felt, in a way, pride for all that he'd accomplished. Mind you she didn't really like his character but he had said to her. 'I only act the way I do to get where I can.' He said he wasn't really like that but being a part of Evolution didn't give him much of a choice. So she had watched him as he held the Intercontinental Belt, watched him be an asshole as he climbed the rungs of his legend killer ladder, well on his way to becoming a legend himself. She cried when he lost the belt to Edge and only one month later, cried again but this time for joy as he became the youngest to ever hold the World Heavyweight championship belt. The next night, she had cheered when Evolution turned on him, because she hated them and hoped that Randy would become so much better now that he was without them. Then she spent the rest of the week worried sick about how he was. She had seen him lose the belt after only a month and cursed Evolution for interfering. She doubted anyone followed his career as closely as she did during her pregnancy. No, she would never see him again and he would never know that he had a child but at least by watching him on TV, she could, in some odd way, feel close to him.

Raw had finished now and Ashley stood up, holding out a hand to her cousin, who was in all honesty, huge and needed help up. But as Ann took her hand and went to pull herself up, she cried out, falling back to the couch.

"What?" Ashley asked.

Ann looked up at her in astonishment. "It's time."

Those two words were enough to send Ashley into a panic.

"Holy shit." She cried, running to Ann's room and throwing stuff into a bag. The same time, she had picked up the phone and was calling Cam.

"The baby." She screeched. "It's coming."

Cam could only laugh. "Sweetie, there's no rush. The doctor told us it might take a while. Get her bag ready and I'll be over soon."

Ashley agreed and fifteen minutes later Cam showed up. It was plain to see that Ann was uncomfortable but she said she didn't want to go yet.

The rerun of Raw aired and at 11:05pm, Ann declared she was ready to go.

She was finally checked into the hospital just after midnight. Cam and Ashley both waited in the waiting room, alternating their time between sitting, pacing and sleeping.

But Ann wasn't having much of a picnic either. It was painful, beyond painful. The type of pain you can't really describe but swear you'll never go through again. The same type of pain, where, when it's all over and you see what you've accomplished, it makes everything worthwhile, and you would go through it again in a heartbeat.

It was a little over twelve hours after she checked into the hospital, at exactly 12:23pm on October 12 that Ann gave birth to a small baby boy. He weighed in at 5lbs. 5oz.

At exactly 12:35pm, twelve minutes after her baby boy was born, his sister, a 5lb. Baby joined him.

Ann had given birth to twins.