WWE owns everyone but Ryley and Tate. Questions/comments/ concerns?

No One's POV.

Colby and Joe sat on the couch in Jon's locker room watching as his TLC match came upon the 26th minute. The match was mind turning, nail-biting, don't turn away type of extreme. The WWE championship dangled above the ring mocking the two men as they beat the shit out of each other. Jon had been back for close to 3 months now and had been going strong. His knee gave him little to no problems and it seemed as though there was never a problem in the first place.

Colby and Joe watched as Jon climbed the latter to retrieve the belt, he was finger tips away when the latter was kicked out from under him, gravity took over and he fell to the ground cutting his back along the end of the ladder. The bright red blood rushed out the new gash, down his back, and seeped out on to the mat. The two men winced as Jon squirmed on the mat, that wasn't suppose to happen. He didn't see Corey Graves get back in the ring, so he had no time to prepare.

The sound of a vibrating phone made Colby tear his eyes away from the tv for a moment. Jon's phone lit up and fell off the bench it was on due to the vibration. Colby quickly grabbed it wondering who would be calling Jon during his match. "Hello?" Colby answered letting his eyes wander back to the tv.

"Colby! Where is Jon?" A male voice asked.

"Uh in the ring. Who is this?" Colby questioned.

"It's Tate. When Jon gets done he has to get here as fast as possible! The baby is coming!" Tate shouted. He is panicked, driving a car, and trying to inform the baby daddy of the delivery.

"Ok." Colby responded and ended the call. It didn't really register in his mind what was just said, his mind was to preoccupied with what was on the tv screen. Jon had gotten back up, speared Corey and was now going for the belt again.

"What was that about?" Joe grunted.

"Tate said the baby is coming." Colby responded almost computer like. Now that he spoke it out loud it clicked, his head shot up and looked at a wide-eyed Joe. "THE BABY!" They shouted together. Joe scrambled out of the room while Colby grabbed everyone's stuff before scattered out of the room. Joe was talking to Hunter trying to get Jon out of the match sooner. Triple H being a dad himself understood the need for Jon and ordered the ref to tell the two to end it. Colby started packing the car and searching for a plane.

"Yo Colby are you ok?" Punk asked, he had stood outside making a call when Colby came tearing out with bags hanging off ever arm.

"Ryley... Baby... Coming." Complete sentences weren't working for him at this moment, to many things were running through his head.

Inside Triple H was giving a call to warm up the personal jet. Jon and Hunter had been talking a lot in these past few months about children. Jon was trying to fill his brain up with everything possible about children. Although it would be a little different for Jon since Jon is having a boy and Hunter has 3 girls. "Jet is good to go." Hunter told Joe. All they needed was for Jon to limp his ass back here.

5 minutes later after celebrating Jon limped back with the title in hand and a smile on his face. His plan was to call Ryley and tell her all about it. He knew she was going to supervise the special effects apartment for a movie tonight and would sleep through the Pay-Per-View so she could be good to go come 1 am. When he got backstage Joe grabbed him by the wrist and started tugging him towards the exit as EMT's followed behind him trying to clean up his back. "Dude what the fuck?!" Jon yelled.

"Just walk Jon." Joe growled as they finally got to the parking lot. Colby was talking to Punk "Let's go!" Joe shouted at Colby.

"Can Punk come?" Colby asked.

"Just get in the fucking car!" Joe yelled as he shoved Jon in the passenger seat, Colby and Punk hopped in the back. Joe started the car and drove off in a hurry.

"Where are we going?" Jon demanded.

"Airport." Joe grunted.

"Why the fuck are we going to the airport? Why is Punk here? What about Raw tomorrow?" Jon asked. "Why the fuck couldn't I put pants on!" Jon yelled trying to keep warm. Joe had pulled in out of the building in nothing but his wrestling trunks in the middle of January in fucking New York at night!

Colby started to dig around for pants and a shirt for Jon. Joe glanced over at Jon "The baby is on the way." He told him.

Jon's eyes widened. "THE BABY! WHAT THE FUCK! IT'S TOO EARLY! WE STILL HAVE 3 WEEKS LEFT! " Jon panicked. "WE NEED TO GET TO CALIFORNIA!"

"Where do you think we are going?" Joe asked.

"WHY ARE WE FUCKING DRIVING TO CALIFORNIA?!"

Joe slapped him upside the head "We are driving to the airport idiot! I just told you that! Relax!" Joe told him. Colby handed Jon clothing that he quickly threw over his trunks. His leg was bouncing up and down, he was rocking back and forth as he stared out the window. Every worry in the world hit him in that moment, it was so stressful he wanted to puke.

When they got to the airport they all ran to the jet as fast as they could. With in 10 minutes the jet took off, the pilot announced they would arrive in 5 hours and 30 minutes which did nothing for Jon's nerves. Jon leaned forward and put his head in his hands staring at the crème colored carpet on the floor. He jumped out of his skin when he felt a hand on his shoulder. His eyes locked on to Punk's "You have to relax man, everything will be alright." Punk reassured him.

Jon tensed up even more " It's not going to be alright! I'm across the country while my girlfriend is giving birth to my kid! I should be there! I should be in the room holding her hand!" Jon shouted.

"You aren't going to miss it." Punk told him.

"Ok man, that's fucking enough. What do you want? Ryley? My boy? My title? You can have my belt, but I fucking swear if you try to take away my family I'll kill you." Jon threatened him.

"I don't want any of that! I'm over that, I've been over that. I'm just trying to fucking help you man." Punk yelled back.

"Bull shit! You said you wouldn't mind stepping up if I couldn't. You clearly still want Ryley!" Jon growled.

"Your right I did say that! I will admit, but I only said it because the child doesn't deserve to grow up with out a father. Now that you put your balls to the wall, it isn't an issue anymore. I've back away, me and Ryley are nothing but friends. She's in love with you, not me. Not anymore anyway, she has been completely in love with your for the past couple years." Punk explained.

Jon just stared at him debating whether he should believe Punk and let the past go or still keep his guard up. He breathed deeply trying to relax himself "I'm stressed. I'm sorry." Jon mumbled.

"No problem." Punk told him taking a seat next to him "We'll be there soon man." Punk told him. Jon went back to his position with his head between his knees. His back felt as though it was on fire and there was a pounding in his head like no other. Jon chose to keep quiet about both, there was more important things other than himself. Getting to Ryley was his biggest concern... He just hoped he was there in time for the birth.

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