Chapter Nine Disclaimer: I do not own any WWE Superstars and/or WWE Divas. Basically, unless otherwise noted, you recognize, I don't own. So you can't sue. :P

Note: This chapter, or most of it, will be for Katrynne Jacobs, also known as Necromancer.

Kat Jacobs' house…

Kat sat in her Fort Worth, Texas home, brooding. She'd been miserable ever since finding out that she'd been pregnant by her ex-husband, Adam Copeland. She'd been worrying for weeks, since she hadn't gotten her period, so she had gone down to the nearest drug store, and bought an EPT test. Upon seeing the plus sign, she cried. Hard.

But then she thought. What if her brief fling with Jeff Hardy after fighting with Adam made Jeff the father of her child? She even went so far as to wonder if she should tell Adam or Jeff about her pregnancy.

But… what will they say? Kat thought, watching as a second pregnancy test turned out positive. Will Jeff not care if I tell him? Will Adam fly off the handle again if I tell HIM? What the hell are my options when it comes to this pregnancy, and telling them?

Simple, she told herself. You either tell them, and let fate decide what to do with them, or you don't, and raise this child by yourself, and risk them finding out later, and face their anger. So what do you plan to do?

She tossed the pregnancy test in the trash, washed her hands, and picked up her phone.

Jeff Hardy's House - Cameron, North Carolina

"Hey, Jeffro!" Shannon called, walking into Jeff's trailer studio, where he went to play music and think. "Phone call."

"Who is it?" Jeff said, turning down the stereo, where he was playing some Pearl Jam.

"It's Kat. She says it's important."

Turning off the stereo, Jeff left the trailer and went into his house. He picked up the phone, and answered, "Kat?"

"Jeff," she said, cutting right to the point, "I need you to come to Fort Worth."

"Why, what's the problem? Do you need me right away?"

"It's best if you came as soon as possible. I have some news to tell you."

"What news?"

"I really don't feel comfortable saying it over the phone… oh, screw it. Jeff, I'm pregnant."

Jeff nearly dropped the phone. Getting himself back together, he asked slowly, "Are… are you sure?"

"I took two EPT tests. I haven't been to the doctor's yet to confirm it, but I'm planning to over the weekend."

"Whatever you need me to do, Kat, I'll be there for you. If you need me to be in Fort Worth, consider me there. I'll be out of the house and in my car in ten minutes' time. Like I said, whatever you need me to do."

"Thank you." Her tone then went from grateful and happy, to dark and angry. "Now I have to tell Adam."

"Adam? What for?"

"Because, Adam could be the father of my child as well."

"Fine. But I don't like the idea of telling him."

"But he could be my child's father, and not even know it."

He sighed. "Alright. But I want to be there when you tell him."

"Okay. I gotta go, Jeff. I'll see you when you get to Fort Worth."

"Okay. Bye Kat."

"Bye, Jeff." The two hung up, and Kat suddenly became unsure. "Should I tell Adam?"

In Cincinnati

"What do you mean, I'm pregnant?" Krys cried. "I can't be pregnant! I'm a wrestler, I just… CAN'T be pregnant!"

"It's happened, so deal with it," Matt all but snapped. For the last ten minutes, Krys had been yelling that she couldn't get pregnant, that she had a job as a wrestler, that she couldn't jeopardize it by having a baby, etc. "You're a grown woman, accept this new responsibility."

"You're the last person who should talk about accepting things," she snarled, sending him a dirty look. "If memory serves me correctly, you're the one who refused to accept that Amy's left you for Adam. You're the one who slept with random people to get her out of your mind, MYSELF INCLUDED! It takes two to tango, pal, and I REFUSE to do this by myself. I'm having your baby, Matt, this is your damn fault! I refuse to do this by myself, so you better grow up, and get your head out of your ass!"

"Oh, really?" he asked, his eyes turning a dark brown. "This is all MY fault? You certainly didn't seem to mind anything being my fault the last time you were screaming my name. If I didn't want to be around for my child, Krys, I wouldn't be here."

"What about my job, Matt? I don't wanna get fired! I love wrestling! I love being in front of the fans! What if they can me? Pregnancy's not in my contract!"

"I know," Matt said calmly. "Just… calm down, and I'll talk to Vince, see if there's anything we can do about your pregnancy. Maybe they can work the pregnancy into a storyline or something."

"This just might work," she said, sighing and sitting back in her bed. "I hope you're able to convince Vince. I really don't know what I'd do if I lost the job I loved." She wiped at her eyes, trying hard not to cry. "I don't wanna think about that, Matt. I really don't."

"Then don't." He hugged her. "Don't think about it at all." She sniffled slightly, but nodded. "Now, come on, and give me a smile, gorgeous." She gave him a slight smile, and he smiled back. "Now, time to get you signed out, hmm?"

"Okay."

"And we'll go to Vince in the morning, and inform him of what's going on."

Standing up, Krys walked out of the hospital room she was in, with help from Matt, and signed herself out. With a slight knot of fear curling around in her stomach, Krys went back to the Radisson, her hopes just as high as her fear.