Dis: I own EVERYTHING, including you! Its great to be queen of the world.
A/N: So, I reread/skimmed over all the chapters of 'The Burn', and realised a few things. My first chapters really sucked! They were short, didn't make sense, were not spell checked, and didn't flow very well. I thank you very much for reading past those few disasters. In other news, I am putting in the story of me in Cameron soon so that will be interesting. And, for those wondering looks at one person Angel will return in the next chapter, and soon many others will back including John, Caleigh, Little DC, and others. Now, on with the show!
"Man I hate the doctor's office," I said out loud to no one special.
It was time again for another baby check up. I, of course, was alone since Randy was on the road and I haven't made many friends in St. Louis. Never saw the point since I thought I was only going to be here about two days a week.
"Is this your first?" the woman next to me asked putting down a magazine.
I was surprised that anyone responded to me. "What? Oh, yeah. It's my first."
"Thought so. You look really young, but then again with today's society you never know."
I smiled, not knowing what to make of that statement. "No, this is our first."
"Oh, well this is my third." She rubbed her stomach. "I'm only eleven weeks. How far are you?"
"Five months last week."
"I know that stage. You feel like you've been pregnant forever and don't know how long you can wait. The best thing I can tell you is to be patient, you've got a long road ahead."
I shook my head to show her I understood. I've been told that before. Picking up the magazine she just put down, a thought came to mind.
"Excuse me," I said getting her attention again, "do you know anything about 'daddy problems'?"
I got a blank stare. "What?" I knew Hurricane was making things up.
"My husband has been acting weird the last couple of weeks and I don't know what is going on with him."
"Oh, that," she said with a laugh. "Honey, that's normal. Men are just strange when it comes to pregnancy. What has he been doing?"
"Well, last week a few of my friends stayed with us and he was very on edge. He also has been very short with me and seems to be very worried, almost over protective."
"Yeah, my husband was like that with our first. He was freaking out more with every month."
"Why do they do that?"
"Well, it's different with every man. See, men can't deal with the physical side of having a child, so they seem to take care of the mental worries. At first they start thinking: Is this my child? What gives me toright to have a child? And then it moves on to:Will I be a good father? Can I give this child everything I never had? Will the kid like me? Am I ready to have this kid depend on me? Can I protect it from everything bad in the world? And honey, not to scare you, but even if you're soul mates he might begin to wonder if you are the right person for him because havinga child is a major step. IF you guys split there is much more complications and legal battlesto go through.All those things run around in their heads, and being guys they just shove it down deep and not talk it out."
I paused. Even if Randy was scared out of his mind, this little talk was making me scared. Thinking it over a minute, I decided that Randy could not be going though ALL of that. He knows that this child is his and that I would never sleep with anyone else. We have always talked about having children so he had to have given it some thought in advance, and I don't even want to know what she meant by 'if I'm the right person for him' becausethere is no backing out of this relationship, even if he wanted to.
"I wish he would talk to me about what's on his mind though. It's driving me crazy having him act like this," I said putting my hair up.
"Men think that if they talk about their feelings they won't be men anymore. Don't ask me why, they are just like that."
"But he really has nothing to worry about. I mean, I think we are all set. We both have, well had, good paying jobs, so he can't worry about money."
"Oh? Did you quit to become a full time mom?"
"Well I kind of had to. I was a professional athlete, as is my husband. I had to take a leave when I found out I was pregnant."
"I'm a teacher, high school mainly. I took off when I had my first son and didn't think I would go back, but my husband said I needed to get back to the real world and to my work. Are you going back after you have your child?"
"I'm not sure. I really haven't given it much thought."
"Well its something you should think about. Can you hand me that paper over there? I wanted to read the latest 'Dear Abby'."
I handed her the paper and kept the last of my questions to myself. I could always call up Leah when I get home.
"Mrs. Orton? The doctor can see you now."
The nurse helped me to my feet and led me to the back. Pictures of babies hung on the wall as I sat on a hard cushion in a pastel colored room.
"Will the father be joining us today?" she asked me flipping through my chart.
"No, he's at work."
"Oh yeah. It's Monday, isn't it. They're in California today, right?"
"Washington actually. The SmackDown Brand is in California." My words came out a little hesitant because I didn't think that anyone knew who I was here, or who I worked for.
"Yeah, that sounds right. I'm always getting the two mixed up." She took my blood pressure and wrote some things down.
"You're a fan?"
"By default. My boyfriend is like the most hardcore wrestling fan ever. He takes me to shows, he tells me everything about everyone. One time he even wanted me to go to wrestling school with him. I had to draw the line there. I was not giving up my job to chase some wild dream…" She stopped writing and looked up. "Not that there is anything wrong with being a wrestler. I… I'm sorry…"
"No don't be. I thought the same thing a few years back. I had a friend, Max, who was way into wrestling before I was. Wrestling was just something that fell into my lap. It was a way for my father to keep an eye on me."
"Oh yeah, your father's the big guy, right? Kane? What was it like growing up with him as your dad?"
"Don't know. I didn't meet him until I was almost 18."
"Oh," she said closing the folder in her hands. "Well, I'm all done so I'll go get Dr. Jenkins. It was nice meeting you."
"You too," I said as she closed the door behind her.
I stared at my feet, waiting for the doctor to come in. I really hated doctors offices, and hospitals. I think everyone in my line of work does.
"Hello Mrs. Orton, how are you today?" my older, balding doctor kindly asked as he came in and took a seat at the desk in the room.
"Well, I'm alive so that's something."
He gave a slight chuckle and reopened my folder. "Well let's do the ultrasound, shall we?"
"She's been moving around a lot. Sometimes she keeps me up at night." I rolled up my shirt as he spread the cold gel over my stomach.
"That's a good sign, but let's hope that she doesn't get tangled up in her umbilical cord. That would be a very bad thing."
He moved a litttle gadget over my stomach. An image started to apear on the moniter. This is the only thing I like about my doctor visits, seeing the baby.
"Would you like another sonogram picturefor your husband?" he asked pressing some buttons. I nodded.
The rest of the check up was uneventful. All my levels and what not were normal. At the end my doctor sat me down in a normal chair mentioning he needed to have a serious talk with me.
"Now, Mrs. Orton, can I call you Jessica?"
"Why not."
"Jessica, I have spoken with your regular doctor, and the medical doctor that travels with your company and they both wanted me to stress the importance of your actions in the next few months. You have to know your limitations."
I nodded, afraid of where this was going.
"Now there are a few situations where we take extra caution during pregnancy. One is when the woman is in a stressful job. Another is when the woman is younger, and the third is when the woman has a drug problem. You fit two out of three."
"I see. But I'm not working anymore."
"I know, I know, but from what you tell me you are still traveling some and dealing with some business struggles. You are also very young and with your line of work, I'm not sure if you have left that 'indestructible' period."
"I'm sorry… my what period?"
"Well, its not the technical term for it. It is the time where you mainly act without thinking and live like you are, well, indestructible. It usually starts in early teenage years and ends around the mid twenties. Sometimes people never get past this period, that usually happens with males rather than females. But it sounds like, that with your line of work, many people take advantage of this time in their life."
I knew what he was talking about and a number of wrestlers came to mind. Jeff Hardy and many others topped that list. I had to admit, I was also on the list.
"You see Jessica. The stresses of traveling can cause pressure on your baby, and worse case would be a miscarriage." As he spoke I felt the color drain from my face. He patted me on the arm. "So in order to avoid that I am going to order you to stay home and no heavy lifting, no stressful activity."
He couldn't be serious. Me, staying home alone for close to four months. Does he think I'm a cat or something? I need to get out. I need to travel. I want to go to the joint pay per views and see all of my friends. And Matt's party was in three weeks, I am NOT missing that. I would just have to bend his rules a bit.
I smiled and agreed to his terms as if I was going to completely listen to him. I think he saw what I was really thinking because he started tapping his pen like he was annoyed.
"Like I have said, I spoke to the trainers that travel with your company and am familiar with the actions of professional wrestlers when it comes to doctors orders. They agree with me 100 percentthat you need to stay at home and get lots of rest. They will be watching our for you at the events, so don't think you will be able to sneak around my orders. You NEED your rest."
He just spoiled most of my fun. But, acting like the adult most people think I am, I honestly said I would try to follow his orders and stay at home. I wouldn't want anything to happen to my baby.
"One more thing," he said searching in some papers. What more could he ask me to do? Stay in bed 24/7 until the baby decides to pop out. I don't think so. I calmly waited for his next request. He pulled out a bank piece of paper and put it on top. "You don't have to, but the new nurse was wondering if she could get an autograph for her boyfriend. I wouldn't normally ask, but…"
"Oh, its no problem."
I signed the piece of paper and gave it back to him. He thanked me as I exited his office.
I could not believe what he was asking me to do. For the past couple of years I've been traveling with the WWE, Granted that in the past two months I've cut back my time on the road considerably, but I still have been going to all the pay per views and a third of the Raw shows. Now I'm told to just sit tight and watch everything on TV. He even went as far as to keep some of the WWE staff to be on look out for me.
But if meant a bringing a healthy child into this world, I guess I could give it a try.
Walking towards my car I felt my cell phone vibrate in my coat pocket. With a smile I answered it.
"Hey." I always got a phone call or two on the day of my appointment. If it wasn't Randy, it was almost always Glenn.
"Hey kiddo, how was the doctor's visit?"
"Alright. Everything is going good, but he wants me to cut back my activity a bit."
"Well we knew that was coming. Are you still going to try make it out to the shows on Saturday, Sunday, and Monday?"
Good question. On one hand I have my doctor's orders, on the other hand… I never listen to my doctors. Maybe I could just go this last time and start my doctor's orders later, like next week, or month. There's no harm in that.
"Yeah, I'll be there. I have a guy coming over to the house Friday to measure for our new windows. I'll catch a flight on Saturday and meet you at the arena Saturday night."
"Call me when you get in town and I'll send a car for you."
"Alright, and Glenn, remember that Randy should not know about this. I want to surprise him."
"Yeah, I know. You've been planning this for a while."
I reassured him that I would call his cell as soon as I landed on Saturday before hanging up. I looked back at the building that I just left and shook my head. I could always try to be a good girl some other time.
