I'm sooo sorry it took me that long to get this one out but I was sick and didn't feel right.
But here we go with another chapter and it's full of surprises. So I guess this should make it up to you lol
Thanks to ShannonTheAwesomeOne for brainstorming with me over this chapter. It was a lot of fun and we're sure you guys are gonna freak out on us after reading this haha Sweetie, there will be a few of your lines in here…thanks for them :)
Thanks to my awesome readers and reviewers as well as the amazing PezzieCoyote.
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Chapter 8: I just don't want this
Shannon kept glancing at her watch constantly, her right leg bouncing up and down nervously while she was waiting in her doctor's examination room. The WWE was in San Francisco for the next few days which meant that she could stay in her apartment together with Dean. Due to a Thyroid dysfunction she had to see her doctor at least every six months just to make sure that everything was okay with her. Today was just another one of these appointments and she couldn't wait to be home again soon. Patience wasn't one of her best features.
Roman and Karo, on the other hand, had decided to stay in Pensacola. They had talked to Hunter and asked him for a couple of days off so that they could go to different doctor's appointments to see if their baby was okay. It was only natural that they were more carefully with this pregnancy after what had happened to Joshua.
First of all they had wanted to know if the pregnancy test was right so that they wouldn't be head over heels in love with a baby that didn't exist. But Karo's gynaecologist immediately took away their fears and confirmed that she was indeed pregnant. Hunter was positively surprised by the news and happily approved their holiday request, even though Roman had a lot of media stuff to do as the World Heavyweight Champion, but some things were more important than wrestling and Karo's pregnancy definitely was one of them.
"Miss O'Brien," the doctor said, interrupting her thoughts of Dean waiting for her at home and bringing her back to reality. "I've just received the results of the blood samples and the urine test."
Shannon just nodded her head at him and gave him a weak smile. She knew what he was going to say. Stop eating so much pizza. And no more beer for you, young lady. She knew her blood cholesterol level wasn't really healthy but she loved eating and wouldn't even think about giving up the good things in life.
"Shannon, dear, how long has it been since you last had your period?" the doctor asked, still checking the results which were right in front of him on his desk.
"Last month. I should be getting it any day now," she said without hesitating, shrugging her shoulders as she couldn't remember exactly when her last period ended. She was never good at these things.
She watched the doctor curiously, wondering why he was sighing heavily. The look on his face told her that something wasn't right and once again she was afraid that her insides were even more messed up than they had been before. She truly was damaged goods.
"Well, you're not going to get it this month, dear. Your urine tells us that you're pregnant," he said, suddenly a happy smile on his face as if he was giving her good news.
Shannon involuntarily held her breath, her heart beating fast in her chest. What had he just told her? She was pregnant? No, she must be dreaming. God, she really was suffering from a lack of sleep due to all the fucking she did with Dean that she even started fantasizing about something like that.
"W…what? Nope, that's impossible. I can't have kids. My gynaecologist said so after my aborted pregnancy when I was younger," she insisted, shaking her head feverishly.
"Well, your gynaecologist probably meant to say that the odds of becoming pregnant were slim and…" he started to explain but was cut off immediately.
"She said it was a one in a million chance, doc," she countered, suddenly feeling sick to her stomach.
"It looks like you just won the lottery then, haven't you? Let me take some more blood samples and we'll test that. Your urine could be giving off a bad read," he stated, a reassuring smile on his face while nodding his head at her.
Shannon on the other hand was shocked, dumbfounded even. Pregnant? A baby? No way.
As much as she had been dreaming about having children one day, she knew that with Dean she didn't have the right partner for something like that. They weren't supposed to have kids. They would probably still be in an easy-going relationship when they were 80. This thing between them wasn't serious enough.
She just couldn't believe it. It couldn't be true. She was sure the doctor was wrong and that he had mixed up her test results with someone else's. Or had he?
…
After 20 more minutes, she was sitting in her car, her hands holding the steering wheel tightly so that her knuckles turned white. The doctor wasn't wrong. He was right. She was pregnant.
She knew that Dean was impatiently waiting for her at home. He had promised her to cook dinner for them which was another first for him. A small smile spread across her face when she thought about how adorable and good-hearted her man was. But she also knew that if she told him about the baby, the plates wouldn't be filled with food, no, he would probably throw them after her.
He didn't want to have kids. His childhood had been awful and he didn't want his own child to experience anything like that. He kept telling her he wouldn't be a good dad. He would probably be just like his father when all a baby deserved was unconditional love. That was something he didn't have in him. He sometimes couldn't even love himself.
But what was she supposed to do now? Keep it from him? Not telling him and keeping it to herself? She immediately shook her head. She couldn't do that. He would find out sooner or later and then he would be even angrier at her.
She started the engine and slowly made her way back to her apartment, even going a long way round so that she could collect herself. She tried thinking about how she should tell him. But she knew there wasn't a good way to let him know. She probably just had to spill the beans to make him understand what was going on.
She took a deep breath when she was standing in front of her apartment door, hearing Gavin's dog Fabio bark excitedly in the apartment next to hers. Gavin. If she had chosen him, she knew he would be happy about a baby. He was everything Dean wasn't. But he wasn't the man she fell in love with. It was Dean who had her heart.
"Good god, where have you been for fuck's sake?" Dean immediately started bitching when she entered the kitchen. "Dinner has been ready for ages. It's probably even cold now."
She watched him as he took the plates and made his way over to the living room, following him as he set them down on the table in front of the TV before he looked at her expectantly.
"Whatcha waiting for?" he asked, looking at her wide-eyed when he finally realized that she probably had been crying. "What is it? Are you okay?"
"Dean, we need to talk," she said, looking him straight in the eye while she ran a shaky hand through her hair.
"Uhm, can this wait until after dinner? I'm really hungry," he said, grabbing his fork and picking up a piece of meat.
"No, it fucking can't wait," she yelled, taking away the fork and throwing it away aimlessly. "It's really important."
Dean looked at her surprised. He knew she could have a hot temper but he had never seen her like that before. Now he was convinced that it was definitely that time of the month.
"Relax, woman. No need to lash out," he mumbled, raising his hands in defence. "Go ahead then, I'm listening."
Shannon swallowed hard and sat down in the armchair across from him, looking at him intently as if she was expecting him to say something when it was clearly her who had to do the talk.
"So?" he urged her, raising an eyebrow when she once again had tears in her eyes.
He had no idea what was wrong with her. He probably should have listened to her when she told him about her illness but he was too busy watching a football match on TV at that time. He could be such a horrible boyfriend sometimes.
She breathed in deeply, closing her eyes for a split second before finally having the courage to tell him the news that would change their lives forever.
"I'm pregnant, Dean," she simply said, her voice almost a whisper.
She felt as if she was in trance after saying those words. It was as if she was dreaming and all of this wasn't real. What made things worse was the fact that Dean just kept staring at her without saying anything. He remained silent, probably waiting for her to say that she was joking. Was it April 1st yet again?
"Dean, say something. Please…" she begged, the tears that she had tried to keep back finally escaping her eyes.
He still kept staring at her, watching as tear by tear slid down her cheeks but he couldn't even feel anything. No joy, no hate, no nothing. He was numb.
"No you're not," he suddenly said, taking the fork he had gotten for her and starting to eat again.
She just looked at him dumbfounded. No you're not? Was he serious? And how could he even think about food now?
"Are you fucking kidding me? I just told you that I'm pregnant and all you can think of is 'No you're not'?" she asked, her voice rising to another octave.
All of a sudden he took the plate and, as she had suspected before, threw it away so that it ended up against the wall, shattering to hundreds of pieces.
"You're not. You're not pregnant. You can't be," he said through gritted teeth, standing up and looking at her challenging. "Or have you set this up, huh? You did this on purpose, didn't you? Telling me how you can't have babies so that we don't give a fuck about protection so you could pin a kid on me. Very clever, Miss O'Brien."
Shannon looked at him shocked, her heart breaking in her chest. Was he really accusing her of doing something like that? Lying to him about something that was so essential and important?
"What are you even talking about? I didn't plan this, goddammit. Why would I?" she started to yell, eventually losing her patience with him.
"So you can keep me. You did this so I wouldn't leave you anymore," he yelled back, moving closer to her with so much hatred and anger in his eyes that she could definitely say she was afraid of him.
He suddenly grabbed her by the wrist, hastily pulling her with him to the front door where she was fortunately able to stop him.
"What are you doing? You're hurting me, stop it," she groaned, pulling her arm back and rubbing her wrist which already had his imprints on it.
"We're going to the hospital," he stated nonchalantly, opening the front door which she immediately slammed close again. Nobody needed to hear what they were arguing about. Most importantly not Gavin.
"And what do you think we're going to do there?" she asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest and looking at him expectantly.
Dean's lips were in a thin line, having them pressed together while he was breathing heavily through his nose.
"Getting rid of that thing in your belly. That's what we're gonna do," he said, once again grabbing her wrist but she shoved him away.
"You wanna kill our baby?" she gasped, covering her mouth with one hand in shock.
She couldn't believe he just said that. Who had he become? Who was this man in front of her that she loved with all her heart? He was gone. That wasn't him anymore. It felt as if she didn't know him anymore.
"Killing sounds so harsh. Let's just take the appropriate name for this whole procedure. Let's just abort it. I'm sure you know how this works, right?" he asked, a sly and dirty smile on his face.
But his smile soon vanished when he felt her hand on his cheek, getting slapped by her with full force. He looked at her wide-eyed while holding his cheek, anger flowing through his system.
"What the fuck was that for?" he asked, his voice dangerously quiet.
"Are you serious? Are you fucking serious?" she screamed, taking a step back and looking him up and down.
Her body started shaking uncontrollably with sobs while tears were streaming down her face. She couldn't believe this was happening. She had been sure that Dean would freak out about her pregnancy but she had no idea it would be that extreme.
He wanted her to abort their baby. He wanted to kill it.
"I swear to God, Shannon. Me or the baby…you gotta choose," he threatened, looking her dead in the eye.
She was taken aback when she heard him say those words. He was serious about this. He wanted her to get rid of their baby or else he would leave her. She would have never expected him to react the way he did and she had never been that hurt before.
"You can't make me abort our baby and…" she started but he cut her off.
"Your baby. This isn't mine. Who knows if you've been fucking around," he spat, almost getting in her face.
Shannon was speechless. She didn't know what else to say. First he denied her pregnancy, then he wanted her to abort it and now he accused her of cheating on him?
"You know what? I'm outta here. I'm sick of you and your bullshit," he simply said when she didn't answer him, taking his cell phone and the keys to his rental car and making his way out of the apartment, loudly slamming the door behind him.
And the moment he was gone, Shannon broke down crying.
Here she was, pregnant with his baby while he made it crystal clear to her that he didn't want to have a family with her. He was gone. He had left her. And she didn't even know if it was for good. She had never felt more alone in her life. She was heartbroken.
She somehow was able to make her way over to the couch, throwing herself onto it and crying her heart out with all she had. Millions of thoughts were running through her mind and she was scared to death. Not only was she alone, but her baby wouldn't even have a dad. She would be a single mother and her child would always wonder why her or his daddy wouldn't want to be a part of its life.
What made things even worse was that she didn't even have a job. Dean had never really supported her career as an author and therefore she hadn't had the possibility to publish the book she had been working on for so long. She didn't have the money to support her child. Her life was a mess. She was fucked.
She desperately needed to talk to someone before she would lose her mind. She knew that stressing herself out would do her no good and who else knew better about this than Karo?
She took her cell phone and called Karo's house phone in Pensacola, hoping she was at home as she probably had a doctor's appointment marathon ahead of her.
It rang once, twice…and finally somebody picked up.
"Reigns?" Roman said after picking up on the third ring, sounding a little tired.
"Uhm…hey Roman, it's Shannon. Can I talk to you Karo please?" she asked, trying to control her crying but she failed miserably.
"Well, she's under the shower right now. Do you want her to call you back?" he asked, not yet sensing that she was sobbing.
"No…uh…well, yeah, but no hurry. I'll be home anyways," she stuttered, wiping her nose with the back of her hand.
"Okay, what did Dean do now?" he asked in a joking manner when he heard her sniffle, expecting it to be a small fight between her and Dean, as that was how they both led their relationship.
"It's nothing," she lied, another sob escaping her.
"Sunshine, you know you can talk to be about anything," he said in his deep and soothing voice, sensing that something seemed to be terribly wrong.
She couldn't help but let it all out after he had said those words. She knew she could trust Roman and maybe it would help to tell him everything so that she could just get it all off of her chest.
"I'm pregnant," she said sniffling, the tears not stopping to stream down her face.
At first Roman didn't know what to say. She was pregnant? They hadn't even told them that they were trying for a baby which made the news even more surprising.
"But that's a beautiful thing, Shannon," he said after a few moments, he himself being an expecting father and everyone knew how excited he was about it. "Congratulations."
"Congratulations? Dean just fucking left me a few minutes ago," she snapped at him, immediately regretting treating him that badly when all he wanted was for her to be happy.
"He left you? Why the fuck would he do that?" he asked perplexed, ignoring her snappy comment, too shocked about what he had just been told.
"He denied that I was pregnant first, telling me that I couldn't be pregnant. Then he wanted me to abort the baby and in the end he made me decide between him and the kid, even accusing me of cheating on him," she explained, her cheeks puffy from all the crying by now.
"And you chose the baby?" he asked quietly, not sure what all of this meant.
It felt as if she was talking nonsense. All of this didn't make sense for him. Why would someone leave their woman because she was pregnant? After all this should be THE reason to stay.
"I didn't choose anything. He didn't even give me the chance for any decision. He just left," she cried, blowing her nose with a tissue.
"Okay, listen to me sweetheart. Stop crying now. It's not good for the baby. And forget about Dean for a moment, ok? He's not worth it if he's treating you like this. Close your eyes and take a deep breath," he said, trying to calm her down as much as he could.
"I'm alone, Roman. And I'm scared. I can't do this by myself," she said, not being able to stop crying although she knew that Roman was right.
"You're not alone. You have me and Karo. We will always support you," he quickly said, his heart breaking for her when he realized just how afraid she seemed to be. "Don't worry about anything, ok? Listen, come here. Come to Pensacola. I don't want you to be alone. I'll check some flights and will get back to you as soon as I can. Let me pay. Don't worry about anything, ok?"
Shannon didn't know what to say. Is this what she really wanted? To go to Florida and be a burden for Roman and Karolina? But maybe Roman was right. She shouldn't be alone. And being with her best friends would probably the best solution. At least Karo would know how she felt.
"Are you sure? I mean, I don't wanna disturb you guys or anything," she said, finally able to calm down a little.
"Really? Don't be ridiculous. Karo will be thrilled to have you here with us. She will freak out when I tell her you're pregnant," he said with a chuckle.
"Well, at least she'll be happy about it," she mumbled, her heart heavy in her chest when she once again realized that Dean had left her.
"Hush now, beautiful. Promise me to calm down and I will call you in a few, ok?" he asked, smiling to himself when she promised to behave for the time being.
When he hung up the phone, he ran a hand through his long dark hair, taking a deep breath. He knew Dean wouldn't pick up the phone if he tried to call him now. So there was only one more person he could try to reach and this would honestly cost him quite an effort.
He took his cell phone out of his pocket, searched through his contact list and after contemplating if he should really do it, he pressed the call button and waited for the other person to answer the phone.
"Hey Roman. How's it?" Seth said, trying to sound as casual as he could.
He would lie if he said he wasn't surprised about Roman's call. Ever since punching him in the face, they hadn't been in touch again. So why would he call now? To once again tell him that he was a useless, pathetic idiot?
"Hi Seth. Listen man, I need your help. I know you're probably still pissed at me about what happened but this isn't about us this time," he quickly explained, not wanting to get into another fight with his former best friend when for once they needed to stick together again.
"Is something wrong with Karo or the baby?" he instantly asked, afraid that once again something had happened to them.
"No, they're alright, thanks for asking though. It's about Shannon. She's pregnant and Dean decided to be a dick and leave her," Roman explained, sighing heavily.
"He what? What the fuck is wrong with him?" he asked, more himself than Roman. "I suppose that baby wasn't planned then."
"It wasn't. Look, I know you guys are in San Fran right now. I'm sure Dean will probably get shitfaced tonight. Would you mind keeping your eye open for him should you all head into a bar?" Roman asked, hoping that Seth would do him this favour.
"Of course. God, how fucked up is that? Thanks for calling me, man. I'll let you know as soon as I've found him," he promised, saying his goodbyes to Roman before calling his other mates, telling them they would go out partying tonight, hoping he would find Dean in one of the bars that night.
Meanwhile Dean was driving around San Francisco aimlessly. It was slowly getting dark and he still had no idea where to go. Should he check into a hotel? Or should he even sleep in the car?
I'm pregnant. Her words echoed through his head over and over again. He was shocked. He was absolutely dumbfounded by this news. After the false alarm a while ago, he was sure something like that would never happen to them again. And now he was going to be a father?
He was mad at her, furious even. Why wasn't she careful enough? She knew he hated using condoms, so it was her responsibility to take care of protection. But she was negligent and now they were in this mess called pregnancy.
This wasn't his fault. It was hers and hers alone. And that's why she had to take care of this herself. He didn't want that baby. It didn't fit into his life now. Maybe it would never. He would even agree on paying for this abortion but she wouldn't want that. He was convinced that she had planned this. She wanted him to stay with her forever and that was the only way she could keep him to herself.
He didn't know what to do. He wouldn't go back to her. Not until she had gotten rid of that thing in her belly. Their life had been perfect. They had been happy with each other, he had even given her his heart. And that was what made him even angrier. He had finally allowed himself to love and be loved. And now this is what he got for trusting someone. He had been used and betrayed.
He regretted ever entering a relationship with her, letting her into his heart when he had always known one day she would break it. He was so stupid, so incredibly dumb for allowing someone to be a part of his life.
He passed a few bars on the left side of the street, finally having an idea of what he wanted to do. He needed to get drunk. He needed to forget about everything that was happening. And what could be better than alcohol…and women?
