Chapter Ten Disclaimer: Same chapter disclaimers from the previous chapters apply. I own all the ones I make claims to, the others all belong to themselves, or their respective owners, also stated in these disclaimers. Basically, if you know them well, I don't own them at all. (Damn Vince, he still won't give me Matt's soul!)
Summary: Matt Hardy has had to deal with infidelity. He has had to deal with a bitter rivalry. He has had to deal with rumors circulating around the Internet. But he has one problem he hasn't faced yet… fatherhood.
Fort Worth, Texas - Kat Jacobs and Jeff Hardy
Walking out of Dr. Highland's office, Kat covered her mouth with her hand, and walked over to the man trying to stay comfortable in the waiting area. Jeff had always hated hospitals, and after witnessing his mother lose her battle with cancer inside one, he definitely had an aversion to it. And who could blame him? It's not everyday you lose your mother in a hospital one year, and a few years later down the road, could have almost lost your father as well. Especially as a wrestler, these types of things take their toll on a young man, especially one as fragile as Jeff.
He looked up from the motorcycle magazine he was reading when he heard footsteps heading his way, and saw Kat standing in front of him. "Well," he said, trying hard not to choke while he spoke, "what did the doctor say?"
"I'm pregnant. And I'm due around July 23rd." Kat could hardly keep the nervous grin off her face.
Jeff stood up and hugged her. "We don't even have to tell Adam, Kat. We're fine on our own, just the way we are." He then pulled away from her, a serious look in his green eyes. "Kat, I wanna ask you something."
Kat tensed up at his serious tone, hoping it wasn't something bad. "What?"
"Will you come to Cameron, and stay with me? We can raise the baby there, and even get married if you want to. I'll take care of you the whole way. Adam… who could give a shit about what happens with him? If it's my baby or not, I'll still raise it as if it were."
"Jeff…" Kat whispered, feeling tears spring to her eyes. It wasn't overly romantic, but it wasn't just, 'Come live with me and the kid will stay here' type of thing. It was right in the middle, where she liked it. And she didn't expect anything less from Jeff.
"Whaddya say we get out of here, and get something to eat?" he whispered. "Just the two of us."
"Sure. We can talk about what we want to do with the baby while we're out." As they spoke, the couple made their way to Jeff's Jeep.
"No way. Just the two of us, no baby talk. I want it to be like the old times, Kat. I missed you too much to talk to you only when we need to see each other, or touch one another. I want us to just go out, and be ourselves; what do you think of that?"
Kat opened the passenger side door, and climbed in, strapping herself in. "Sure."
"Great. Then let's go." He turned on the ignition, gunned the motor, and pulled off.
Stanford, Connecticut - November 28, 2005
"Mr. McMahon, I'm sorry to have run this by you on such short notice, but Krys needs to go out on a medical leave," Matt said firmly, holding Krys's hand the whole time.
Vince McMahon, the owner of World Wrestling Entertainment, stood up from his desk, and looked over the medical report that the doctors had written up for Krys's observation. "So, you're telling me that Krys is… pregnant?"
"Yes, sir, I am," Krys mumbled, her eyes downcast. Noticing Vince's silence, Krys inwardly cringed. This is it, she thought miserably, tears starting to prick her eyelids. I'm going to get fired. All my hard work and dedication is going to be ruined for this, all because I had to get pregnant. Thanks a bunch, Mother Nature.
"Well, I can see where this is a problem," Vince said, looking over the report once more. "You want to stay on as a manager, right, Krys?" he asked, his eyes fixating on her.
"Y-Yes, Mr. McMahon. I do."
"You do realize that if you get in the way during a spot in one of Matt's matches, and you lose your baby, you'd be full within your rights to sue us?" he asked, his voice taking an edge to it.
She flinched. "Yes, sir. But I promise, I'll stay out of the way. I only want to stay on as long as I can."
"If we both agree to these terms, and Matt agrees as well, you'll have to sign a legal document, stating that if anything happens to you or your unborn child during a WWE match, promo, or otherwise, that we will not be held accountable." He went over to a file cabinet, opened it, pulled a sheet of paper out, and put it on the desk. "Sign this, and then we can talk."
Krys looked the paper over, and signed it. Matt looked it over as well, and after a moment of studying it, he signed it as well. Vince then took the paper agreement, and signed his name as well. He then stepped out of his office, and asked his secretary to photocopy the document and bring it back to his office. He then walked back to his desk, and faced the parents to be.
"Now, Krystle, I want you to listen carefully to me. You are to accompany Matt to the ring, and stay as far away from the match as possible. I'll talk to Stephanie about how to work the pregnancy angle into your relationship storyline, and-"
"Wait a sec, Vince," Matt said, cutting his boss off. "What do you mean, work the pregnancy angle into our storyline? Do you actually want us to use our baby as a way to get ratings?"
"Not unless you don't want to," he said calmly, accepting the photocopied document from his secretary.
"Well, I don't have a problem with it," Krys said. "It'll give you a reason to win a match each week." She shrugged.
"Alright, I don't have a problem with it," he said, allowing Vince to continue.
"Fine. Now, as I was saying, you work things out with Stephanie on how you're going to incorporate this into your storyline, and we'll go from there as far as matches go. Now, Krys, you are to remain on the road with us until your sixth month. After that, you have to go home. It'll be too much of a risk for you and Matt to drive from venue to venue, and the airports won't allow pregnant women after a certain month onto the planes. Also, if I hear anything about fights, problems, etc., you're suspended. Anything afterwards, you're fired. Understand?"
"Yes."
"Alright, now I'll expect to see you at the next SmackDown taping?"
"Yes, sir," they both said.
"Good, good. Now, keep up the good work, and have a good day."
The two wrestlers bade their boss good day, and left the office. On the way to the elevator, Krys started to speak. "Can you believe it? I can't believe I'm actually staying on board!"
"Don't get too happy," Matt warned. "It could be gone, just like that." He snapped his fingers. "And you have to keep little Matty safe." He patted her stomach and grinned.
"Excuse me," she said playfully, moving his fingers away from her belly. "I'm pretty sure it's gonna be a little female Matty in there," she said matter-of-factly. "And besides, I know my chance can be gone at anytime. Hell, just think about poor Dawn Marie and her pregnancy. Never stood a chance after Vinny found out she had a bun in her oven. Mine could be over just like hers, and I'll be left tailing after Jeff in TNA." She grinned as they stepped through the elevator doors.
"Easy there, woman. Don't make moves on one brother, when you're expecting the other's baby."
She stuck her tongue out at him. "And just what are you going to do about it? You're not my boyfriend."
Matt looked at her warningly, and she shrugged as they exited Titan Towers. "Well, it's true. And don't worry; I've only got my sights on one Hardy currently."