"What? How far along? Okay, okay, I'll be there as soon as I can!" Chris grabbed his bag and jacket and ran as fast as he could to his car. Jenna, his wife, had just gone into labor with their first child. The year was 1986 and Chris had just started his professional wrestling career at Stampede Wrestling, the Hart's place, a year earlier. He had just been asked to do a Japan tour when he found out that Jenna was pregnant.
They had been high school sweethearts, so the first thing he did after she announced her pregnancy, was ask her to marry him. It was second nature, not because she was pregnant and it was "the right thing to do", it was because he truly loved her.
The Japan tour couldn't have come at a better time, the money Chris would receive for competing in tournaments would be more than enough to help support Jenna and the baby. He wasn't all that worried about himself, he could go without eating. But like his parents did for him and his sister, he would NEVER see his family without.
Chris got to the hospital just as his baby was coming into the world. They threw some sterile hospital clothes on him and let him go in with Jenna. He held her hand as she pushed the last push.
The baby popped right out, but there was something wrong. There was nothing but silence, instead of the crying you would expect to hear. The doctor cut the umbilical cord and whisked the baby to another part of the room.
"She's not breathing, give it to me now!" the doctor yelled for something to clear her airway. Chris and Jenna looked on in horror. How could this be happening? Jenna had a normal pregnancy, they didn't smoke or drink or do anything that would endanger the baby. Chris wasn't a very religious person, but at the moment, he said a silent prayer. All he said was "Please". A second later a gasp and then tremendous crying erupted throughout the hospital. Chris and Jenna sighed with relief, the doctor walked over and handed her to Chris.
"Here's your little girl."
He couldn't speak, he was just in awe at what a beautiful baby he and Jenna created. He stared into her eyes, a shade of blue and brown. A slight mixture of his and Jenna's. Her little hand gripped his thumb, she was rather strong for just being born. As Chris mused over her, the doctor and nurses rushed past him.
They say, with death comes life. With baby's life, came Jenna's death. Blood loss was what they said it was. The most common cause of death during birth. She was only 20, had her whole life ahead of her, and in one minute, it was over. She was gone and Chris was left to take care of their baby all alone.
Present Day
"Kristen." Chris responded to his daughter's 'hello' without looking up.
Things had changed, they weren't what they used to be. Chris would barely acknowledge her when she was around. Inside of course he still loved her, she was his only child, but she shamed herself and her mother in Chris' eyes. She had a LONG way to go before she would get his respect back. But by acting like this, he was just pushing her away. Kristen had inherited his stubbornness. She had major respect for him and wouldn't cross that unspoken line, but she wouldn't let him talk to her like she was nothing either. She'd walk away first.
"How did I do?"
"Was busy back here, didn't see it, sorry."
"That's always your excuse." she mumbled.
"What?"
"Nothing, just nothing." she stormed out of the room. How could he be such a prick? No matter what problem they had, Davey NEVER treated Harry like that. It was disrespectful to say the least, and it hurt.
"Fine," she said. "I'll show him." Kristen went to her dressing room and got her things, then headed off to a local bar.
