Chapter Two:

(Krys' POV)

(February 14th, 2008, 4:35 PM)

A few days later, just before Jeff was set to go back on the road with the WWE, he'd called a few of his friends down to our place for a small get-together. For some strange reason, for the past few days, I hadn't been feeling too well; I could hardly keep down any food, and anything resembling intimacy on my darlin' husband's part immediately turned me off. It sucked that I was turning Jeff away, because I loved him dearly and very much wanted to be with him, but for some reason, I couldn't explain what the hell was wrong with my body to make me act this way towards a man that had helped me so much and asked for so little in return.

As I stand there in the bathroom of my home, clad only in a pair of underwear and one of Jeff's tighter-fitting tank tops, I press a hand to my forehead, and feel how damp and hot it is to the touch. The near-sick expression on my face and the glowing tint to my skin automatically alarms me, setting me on edge. "Oh no," I whisper to myself quietly, noticing the dull look in my eyes, then rush to the bedroom to look at myself in the full-length mirror stashed in there. What I see delights and disturbs me at the same time.

My skin is literally glowing, the bronzed tint of my skin acting to heighten the glow radiating off of my body. Though my eyes are dull, the rest of me isn't; in fact, it seems as if my body had gotten a bit fuller, as well as gaining that strange glow…

My breasts have started becoming a bit fuller and a little more uncomfortable, though trust me, Jeff's had no complaints about that. My hips seemed to have gotten wider and a little fuller as well, and, strange as it may seem, my stomach seems to have firmed up a bit.

…

Oh, God. Tell me it isn't true.

I can't believe this!

Rushing back to my bedroom, where Jeff has gone back to sleep after picking up the girls from school and dropping them off to his dad's for an entire weekend of fun while we party, I grab a pair of fresh jeans and throw them on, followed quickly by a pair of Timberland boots (thank the lord Jeff and I dress so much alike), and an old flannel shirt that I button up halfway. As I hurriedly get dressed, I can hear my husband starting to stir behind me, and I hear his still half-asleep voice as he slurs my name.

"Krys?" he mutters, squinting his eyes through the bright sunlight that streams through the blinds. I turn around to face him, and the look of exhaustion on his face is immediately replaced by one of concern as he sits up. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I say quickly, turning my back to him once more and starting to lace up my Tims. "I have to go to the store for a few things; I should be back by the time you and the guys start getting everything ready."

"Krys…" he says again, this time sitting up even straighter in the bed and scooting out from under the blankets to the end of the bed to wrap his arms around me from behind. I sigh as I feel his arms enveloping around me, and I melt into him as I usually do, still amazed that I somehow managed to snag a man like this as my own, especially after all the bullshit we'd put each other through over the years, especially when it came to his own brother. "Talk to me, gorgeous. What's the problem?"

I sigh again, closing my eyes and leaning my head back against his chest. "I'm feeling hella strange, Jeff, and I don't know why, so I'm gonna go pick something up and see what the problem is."

"What do you mean?"

"I haven't been able to keep much of anything down the last few days, I feel like my tits are ready to explode right out of my bra, and to top it all off, it's driving me insane that you're trying to get some affection out of me, and I can't seem to give it to you. So…" Taking a deep breath, I decide to plunge right on in. "I'm going to get a pregnancy test."

As soon as the words escape my lips, I feel Jeff stiffen up behind me, and that's literally not a good sign. I know my husband loves my daughters to death, and that, even though they're his nieces rather than his daughters, he treats them like they're his own children and loves them no matter what, but never once had we actually sat down and discussed the thought of the two of us actually having kids of our own. As far as I'd always known, Jeff had never really wanted children of his own, so the idea that I actually might be pregnant threw up red flags in my mind, and his reaction immediately put me even more on edge.

"Do you want me to drive you?" he asks softly, and I could tell he had a lot on his mind to contemplate, following my stupid little outburst. Way to go, Krys, I thought to myself, disgusted. You're already getting paranoid about things, and you haven't even gotten the test yet. Idiot!

"No, I should be fine. You really should get some more rest before Shannon, Kimo, and the rest of the Core Group come over." Though I didn't want to, I disentangled myself from his warm and comforting embrace, and moved away, grabbing my car keys up as I went.

I pretended not to hear him sigh as I walked out the door.