-Lita-

"I can't fucking believe Vince actually made this match an " Until Death Do Us Part' match. I mean, have you ever heard of any kind of shit like this." Lita's mind was so disorganized from the past few months. Kane had talked with her, and she let it go to her head. Yes. She did believe that Matt could beat Kane, but it was so much more than just a match now. It was HER future. Her ex-boyfriend still wouldn't talk to her. It was so hard to see the person you loved at work every day and not being able to talk to him. She had considered Kane for a few days, but he came back and began to act a reckless and irresponsible. It scared the hell out of her. She wished she could go back in time and just say no that night. Now she was on her way to the ring to basically sign her life over to fate. She didn't want to have to look in Kane's face anymore after SummerSlam. All of this would be over. She knew it would.

"Everything will be okay, Lita. I'll win this match. Then we can forget about this. We can get an abortion and move to another company."

"An abortion?" Lita hadn't even thought of it actually. She just couldn't. It was a baby. It was an innocent child.

"I can't do that. It is still my baby."

"Are you kidding me! Do you want this fucking child? You actually-"

"Yes, I do. We can still be together, but I want this child, Matt." Matt could only be upset, but since it was her body, it was her choice.

"Fine. Let's get this over with."

-Kane-

"Little brother, do you even understand what this match really means?" Taker was sitting on the bench in Kane's locker room. He had thought his brother was fine until he came back and released hell on Matt and Lita.

"Yes! Isn't it great? I'm going to be a father and a husband." Kane was smiling like never before. Taker had to admit, his brother did look excited.

"But you are basically indirectly forcing her to marry you."

"No. ... No, you see big brother. Matt can win this match just as well as I can. Then, Lita is his. The baby is mine, but Lita is all his. But when I win." Taker could hear the excitement in his voice again. "She mine." Kane adjusted his attire until he was satisfied. "I'll make her happy."

"You know damn well Ellie is going to be on your ass about this when she finds out." Taker said in his country accent. Kane shrugged his shoulders. He could care less about what Ellie would say. He has spent the last few days with his brother, and it gave him plenty of time to think. He watched his brother and Ellie and how happy they were. They did their best to involved him in everything, but Kane couldn't help but feel empty from watching it. He wanted something like his brother had if not more. He wanted to embrace the feelings that Lita gave him. And if winning the match ensured that she would be his, that's exactly what he would do.

"You can't help who you love. Right, Big Brother?" Kane menacingly laughed. It even gave Taker chills hearing it. Sometimes, he wondered what exactly went on in his brother's mind, but then he was more content with not knowing when he saw him like this. Taker watched his brother walk to the ring for the signing. Taker felt vibrating inside his pants pocket. He looked at the Caller ID and saw it was Ellie. He quickly opened up his phone without giving her a chance to say a word.

"You won't believe what this big bastard brother of mine is up to!"

- One month later -

"Good morning wife." Kane smiled towards Lita, holding two trays of breakfast he had cooked for her. The thing about not being afraid to be burned is that you learn to cook, well Kane did anyways. He figured no one else would do it for him, so why not learn. "One is mine, and the other is yours."

Kane looked towards his beautiful wife, her red hair in a mess on her head from her constant tossing and turning. She was even more perfect in the mornings to him, no makeup or effort at all. He had been growing his hair back out, and it was past his neck already. He was hoping she would see him as a different man, but it didn't seem like it was too much of a help for him. She still hadn't been speaking to him. Lita was still indifferent to the mere fact that she was pregnant with his child. They hadn't even consummated their marriage like he had planned they would, but he didn't want to force her into anything. He wanted to show his brother that he could be a good husband too. She was slowly beginning to open up to him. She wouldn't eat at all a few days ago. It was like she was trying to kill herself, but now she is eating and even sharing short glances with him. It made him feel like there was something stirring inside of her from him.

Kane couldn't help but gaze at her stomach. It had been nearly two months now since she found out she was pregnant, and she was beginning to show from what he could tell. He slowly moved the tray from her lap and placed his head on her stomach. He would be lying if he said he wasn't mesmerized by the though of creating a child. Him, out of all people. It may have begun as a mistake, a one nighter, but he was bound of making it more than that. He felt Lita's hand running through his hair.

"I didn't think you could grow any more hair," Lita whispered so softly that if was more of a whisper. Kane was more surprised to hear her voice again, and even more so in a joking manner.

"I'll shave it if you want me to."

"No." She raked her nails softly through his scalp. 'She likes it.' Kane felt his lips wanting to change into a smile against her slightly swollen stomach. She was growing used to him finally.

"You know, you aren't exactly a light man, and there is a baby inside of there for at least the next seven months."

Kane gently moved back over to his side of the bed as Lita grabbed for the trays of breakfast. She was beginning to see that Kane wasn't all too bad when it came to them being husband and wife. Especially if she never brought up Matt Hardy. Her husband's gapped tooth, goofy smile would change into a disgusting frown and that was her ass for the next few weeks. It took him a long while to calm down from her furious peaks of anger. It was like setting off a ticking time bomb, and the trigger was the name "Matt Hardy". If he ever knew that he was still calling her and that she would answer occasionally to simply let him know that she was fine, she didn't know what the outcome would be.

"You are coming with me to the ring tonight," Kane said through a mouthful of eggs. It sounded like more of an order. It was one of the things that Lita would have loved to do without in the bizarre relationship they had found themselves in. She would try her best to get out of going to the ring tonight. She couldn't live with the fact that everywhere she went, Trish was there mocking her about her horrible decision to marry a monster. And the other fact was that she could see Matt anytime once her made it back into the ring from his injuries, and from what Matt had been telling her, it would be a lot sooner than later.

"I haven't been feeling too well Kane. Can I go another time instead?" Lita could see his facial expression changing into anger within seconds. "The baby is always tiring me out as of late. I would just feel better staying in today." She heard Kane's fork drop onto his plate before a booming outburst from him. His plate of food flew across the room and hit the hotel wall. The dish shattering with ease from the force of the throw.

"Don't tell me what you are going to do! That's my baby you are carrying no matter how much you wanted it to be Matt's." Kane pointed at her womb. A womb that she wished wasn't there at all. He slowly crawled over her, making her try to move away from him, yet it only helped him get closer to her. She tried her best to push him off of her. He was so heavy on her that she felt like she would be crushed. Kane rubbed down her cheek as a tear fell slowly.

"Why are you crying, Wife? Don't cry."

"Get the hell off of me! You're hurting the baby." Kane ignored her, instead her placed one of his humongous hand on her stomach.

"That's my child too. I have the power to create life and destroy it if I ever choose to." She couldn't even look in his mitch match eyes. Lita began to fight, trying to get him off with scratches and punches, yet Kane seemed to love her simply touching him. No matter how combative it was, he enjoyed the pain. He gripped her wrists with his deadly strong hands and pushed them back into the bed.

"Kane please stop it. You are-"

"I'm hurting you, Lita? Because you haven't seen the half of how badly I can hurt you." Kane's face turned into a grin, full of sexual intents. He moved his head to the crease of Lita's neck, sniffing the strawberry scented, red hair that he had loved on her. He loved the way that it fell onto her breasts when he watched her shower. He couldn't fight the need for her anymore. Kane had been trying so hard to let her get used to him being around and life with him in general, but she was his wife and he couldn't fight the urge that when straight to his aroused member. Believe him, he had tried by taking care of himself constantly in the bathroom, or taking walks in the middle of the night when she was sleeping. If he didn't care about her, he would have pounced on her whenever he felt the need to, but he didn't want to do that. Kane wanted to be a good husbands, but it was becoming too hard. He had wanted to touch her on their wedding night, during what was supposed to be the honeymoon. The night that she wore black on black and didn't know how badly it had turned him on the see her in the beautiful gown. Her red hair making it even more lovely. Then, later that night when she had stripped down to get into bed and told him not to touch her. He had seen the white, lacy lingerie that she had underneath. It was so hard for him not to touch her that he stayed up all night fighting with himself. She didn't know how hard he had actually been trying. She wasn't the only one suffering.

"I haven't touched you in nearly two months. I cook for you, I clean, I do everything to make you look at me like you did the first night you came to me and we started. You are mine. You are my fucking wife, and I can't even touch you now that you are. I can't take it anymore, Lita." Kane licked at her neck, tasting her beautiful, soft skin. "You smell and taste so good, Lita. I want to taste you again, like the first night."

"Please stop." Lita sobbed. Lita was trying to fight against herself. She just wasn't ready for sex. She still missed Matt more than anything.

"I don't want to stop anymore. I. WANT. YOU." Kane whispers in her ear, attacking her neck again. Lita's body was betraying her the longer he sucked on her neck and ear. She didn't want to have sex with Kane because she didn't want him. She wanted Matt, but the way the man made love to her was harder to forget than she wanted it to be. He was definitely the big, red a monster in bed and helped her during the time she should have been trying to work everything out with Matt. She regretted that first night and the next that followed, and how he had manipulated her mind when Matt had sex with her; she could only think of him. The way his body would sweat once hours had passed with him inside of her. The way he would bite down on his lip and lightly groan in her ear once he came. Then, pick up the pace once again making her want to come back every night Matt was out. She would blame everything on him- every sensational, shattering moment of Kane was in Matt's faults. The way he would leave her after the constant fights, and how he would break her heart with every scream in their conversations when they tried to talk it out. He made her into exactly what she was now. Kane's little red monster.

"I can't do this, Kane. I want to be with Matt dammit! I want Matt!" Kane could feel the anger come back again. He couldn't control it. He hated the name, Matt. He hated that she kept telling him the same thing everytime he tried to make her happy. MATT!MATT!MATT! If he heard the name again he would explode.

"Matt was all I wanted. This was a mistake. Kane, Matt was-"

Kane punched the wall above him. All his anger and hate had kept coming out in blows that should have been directed towards Matt. Kane's entire fist had vanished into the hotel wall.

"MATT ISN'T FUCKING HERE! AND IF I EVER SEE THAT DAMN MATT HARDY AGAIN, IT WILL BE AT HIS DAMN FUNERAL!" Kane couldn't stop what had built up inside of him. He was frustrated sexually and emotionally. Hearing the woman he loved keep asking for the man that he dispised was doing something to him inside. It was tearing him apart. It was killing him, and she didn't seem to notice. Kane sat up on the side of the bed, his hands on the side of his head. Lita took a deep breath finally feeling safe.

"What's fucking wrong with me? Why can't you just be happy with me?" Kane's deep voice echoed through the room.

"You just aren't Matt."

"I know who the fuck I am, Lita. You didn't stop it. You didn't tell me no back then. You loved every second of me, Lita. I wasn't Matt then, and I won't fucking be him later. And you understood who the hell I was then, when you were saying my name every night Matt wasn't around." Kane turned his head to look at her in utter disgust on his face.

"You love me. Everything would be a lot better once you realize that. But I guess it's true. A monster's life is supposed to be lonely. That's exactly what I am right, a god damn monster?" Lita watched Kane get changed into his workout clothes and grab his bag and keycard before heading to the door. She didn't know what to say. She had loved him once before, well she thought she did. But she had come to the conclusion that it was just sex and the words were said at the moment. She was pulled out of her thoughts by Kane's rugged voice.

"Eat. And clean that shit up. You're coming to the ring tonight." The door slammed so loud that it hurt her ears. She had just fucked it up. As if he didn't scare the shit out of her now, he would definitely be a worse version of that now. Lita sighed and rested her hands on her baby.

"What can I do?" Lita rhetorically asked herself. "Oh yeah, let the damn man actually be my husband," Lita answered herself. She sighed. 'You're going fucking crazy. Maybe I should really just let him be my husband. We're married after all. And it seemed to be fine until I brought up Matt. Maybe it's better this way. I need to let Matt go.' Lita could feel the tears suddenly flood her cheeks. "I'm sorry, Matt." She said to no one in particular.