Chapter Four – Gotta Tell Someone

On Monday morning, while Kevin was busy at the gym, and with a radio interview, Shawn called his current doctor, and first confessed that he had hidden his condition, as he'd never told him he was born inter-sexed, and explained his two sets of sexual organs. Then, he very frankly told the doctor he'd had a positive pregnancy test, along with some symptoms, that he'd regularly had unprotected anal sex, and was all but certain he was pregnant, and wanted to have the baby, if at all possible. On the other end of the line, Dr. Hall was stunned into silence for a moment, before telling his patient he wanted him to make an appointment as early as possible, and to have his medical records from his diagnosis sent over. He would research Shawn's medical condition, get some blood work, and an ultrasound. And, until they figured out what was going on, Shawn was not to wrestle. He would fax over the excuse immediately.

Dr. Hall was true to his word, because not five minutes later, the room phone began to ring. Shawn knew it was Daddy. He picked it up. "Hi Daddy."

"What's this I hear about you having a doctor's excuse?" Daddy asked, with just a touch of annoyance in his casual, arrogant voice.

"I've been having a lot of stomach problems lately. Lots of nausea, and I've been throwing up a lot." Shawn couldn't tell Daddy about the baby, not until he was sure, even though he was sure, but he couldn't tell him over the phone, of course. "I've also been really tired, my stamina just isn't where it was a few weeks ago."

"I've noticed," Daddy said. "You haven't been yourself."

"Uh-uh, not at all. My doctor wants me to stay out of the ring and take it easy until he's able to run some tests. I have an appointment on Wednesday afternoon, I should know more then-"

"Go home, my sweet," Daddy interrupted him gently. "Keep in touch, don't make me worry about you."

"I will, Daddy," Shawn promised, for he didn't want to make Daddy worried. He loved his Daddy very much.

"That's my good boy. Well, I'll let you get some rest. Bye, Shawn."

"Bye, Daddy."

Shawn hung up. His flight home didn't leave until tomorrow morning. He wanted to do some research. He found the yellow pages in the nightstand, and found a bookstore in a mall just down the road. So close he could walk, rather than waiting for Kevin to come back and drive him. He left a note on the Best Western notepad for him instead, and stepped out into the sunshine.

Even though he'd thrown up that morning, he was feeling very good now, very alive. But, a sudden, strange, tingling pain in his chest, or more accurately, his left nipple, made him stop and look down. His pecs looked bigger. He looked at his reflection in the glass window of a closed martini lounge, and smoothed his shirt over his chest, and realized his pecs were sore, too, and there was really no reason for it, he hadn't taken a blow there, nor had he been working on them excessively. He looked at his ripped reflection and tried to imagine himself with a big pregnant belly, and smiled when he succeeded.

He continued on to the mall, and stopped to look at the big directory to locate the bookstore. It was on the second level, right off the stairs and escalators dead ahead. He found it, and bought two books about pregnancy. Afterwards, he followed his nose down to the food court, and bought a pound of freshly baked cookies and a half-gallon of milk.

He hurried back to the hotel with his treasures. Kevin wasn't back yet, so he took the books from the bag, and set them on the table. He sat down with a cup of milk and the bag of cookies and began reading. He checked his symptoms against the early pregnancy symptoms and signs listed in the book. Morning sickness, check. Frequent urination, check. Tiredness, check. Breast enlargement, check. Breast pain, check. He had to go to a mirror to check the next two, enlarged veins on his chest and white spots on his nipples.

So, he was in the bathroom, with his shirt up, when Kevin walked in. Shawn realized his books were out in the open, right on the table. Oh, hell, he wanted to tell someone anyway. He was too excited not to tell. He walked out of the bathroom. "Hey, Big Daddy! I got some cookies, they're on the table."

Kevin laughed. "I see that. Did you get someone pregnant?" He picked up the book Shawn had been studying.

Shawn blushed, and shook his head. "Nope." He sat down across from Kevin, and reclaimed his books, and replaced the empty spot in front of his friend with the cookies. "Have a cookie. The toffee ones are amazing. And, I'm pregnant." Finally saying it out loud made it even more real, and his eyes welled with happy tears.

"Well, that explains a lot," Kevin began, then the disbelief struck. "I mean, what?" He looked at Shawn, his gray-blue-green eyes wide.

"I'm pregnant," Shawn repeated.

"Is this a joke? Are you recording this?"

"No, Kevin. It's no joke."

"But how? I mean, obviously, you're a man."

"Yes, I am a man. But, on the inside, I'm also a woman. I was born inter-sexed. You're the first person I've ever told." Shawn waited for Kevin to get up and walk out, or pick up the phone, but he did neither, he just stared blankly at the bag of cookies, apparently digesting what he'd just been told. The silence made Shawn feel awkward, and he continued: "I have one ovary, and a womb. I've known since I was twelve. I didn't have the female stuff removed, because I hadn't known it was there before, so it didn't really bother me. The doctor said I had pretty much no chance of getting pregnant, so I wasn't careful... I took a test at the pizza place a couple nights ago, and it was positive. And, I've been having other symptoms."

"Yeah, you've reminded me of wife, when she was pregnant, the way you've been lately." Kevin finally broke his silence, and smiled a little. He munched a cookie. "A good part of me wants to tell you you're full of shit, but I don't think you'd go this far in pulling a prank. You are being honest with me?"

"On my mother's heart, my own life, and the heart of my unborn child, yes. I know it's the weirdest thing you've ever heard, but it's true. I called my doctor this morning, and he put me out of the ring until further notice. I'm flying home tomorrow morning, and seeing him right away. I want to have the baby." Shawn's hands automatically caressed his washboard stomach.

"You? The biggest little party slut in the whole company?" Kevin asked. "Shawn, be realistic. I know it's tempting, you'll be famous, but-"

"I don't want to have the baby to be famous. In fact, I'd rather no one knows I'm pregnant and inter-sexed. And, I haven't touched anything but weed and cigarettes since I found out. I've really cut down on both."

"Well, good for you. And, I won't tell anyone. But do you mind if I ask you a question?"

"Sure, go ahead."

"If you're the mother, then who's the father? Is it the boss?"

"I really don't know. He could be, he's my Daddy, after all. But, there are other guys, too." Shawn suddenly felt embarrassed not to know who the father of his child was. "And, it doesn't matter. It's my baby."