First of lemme say im SOOOO sorry. I couldnt just let you guys be confused like that, I will continue to update this story, but there wont be that many chapters left. But there will be a squale you guys can check out :) But please enjoy this chapter and R&R, thanks to every who reviewed :)
"Good morning sweetie". The brunette said with a smiled curved on her lips at she pressed a hand on her stomach. Her long brown curly hair laid past her sholder, her face clear of was the first time she'd accutually looked in the mirror without walking away for feeling insucure "Ouch!". A splash of sharp pain ahead of soon-to-be mom.
"Its only cramps Mickie". The diva sighed as she headed toward the couch, but was stopped of a puddle on the floor. "I diddnt have anything to-". Mickies eyes began to grow bigger as she looked on the floor. Her heat began racing. "This isnt water". Her eyes began to tear up. "My water broke".
"I cant believe we acctually did this!". The Punk Princess smiled. Andrenaline ran threw her vains, and her hands terribled. To say the Knockout was crazy would be lying-to say she was stoned was the correct word.
"Believe it honey!". The blonde Knockout giggled as she took sniff of the white infested paper behind the stadium where TNA had been tapping for the last 30 minutes.
"We are so-".
"Ashley?".
The Knockout looked at to only find him. Not Aj. Not Jeff. Matt. The older brother of the man she used to love.
"Matty! You should so try this with us". Angelina giggled. Her eyes blood-shot red and her breathe crack-smelled.
"No! You guys shouldnt even be doing this!".
"Dont be such a joy-kill Matt".
"Yeah". The Punk Princess agreed.
"Ashley, my brother is sitting in the arena, dying to see you! And your out here getting high with these sluts, I expected more from you Ashley....but know I see I overestimated you".
"I- ".
"Just save it Ashley!".
"Sorry". She mumbled. Her red eyes grew teary. She heat started to ache. But for what reason? She thought. She was the Knockouts Tag Team Champion (along with Christy Hemme) and had a charming boyfriend, good friends (or what she thought). But now, her heart felt emputy and lost.
"You ok Ash?". The stoned Knockout asked with symputhy in her voice.
A tear traced tje face of Ashley, it was obvious that she was not ok. She was the futherest thing from ok. Terrible.
"Perfect". A small smirk came on the face of Randy Orton. His eyes perfectly scanned the pink and white baby room. The small crib, wher she would sleep, decorated by butterflies stood next to the wall. The small pink carpet, where she would take her first steps, laid on the ground. The Pink couch, where he would rock her to sleep stayed next to the white lamp. Anyone who knew Randy Orton would have never thought he'd come from defending his WWE title from John Cena, to decorating a baby's room.
"Its nice".
"Why are you here?". A sigh passed Randy as he turned face-to-face with Candice Michelle.
"I cant visit my boyfriend?".
"You can visit your boyfriend. Not me".
"Randy you so serious about this arent you?".
"About a what?". Randy gave a confused face. A light light followed by smirk came to Candice as if it was obvious. Her arm wrapped around Randy's neck tight. Her eyes melting into his.
"This baby. How do you know its even yours?".
"It is my baby".
"Randy, it could be John's....have you ever thought about that?".
"No, because its my baby, its my daughter".
"Randy, every diva has sex".
"Not every diva".
"Yes, every diva. Mickie is just trying to trap you into taking care of this child, while she has fun".
"You you should go".
"Randy I- ".
"Go!". Randy's voice had gotten a bit louder. Her words echoed his mind. He had never thought for one minute that Mickie's baby may not be his. Afterall-he only knew so much about the diva, but not enough.
RING! RING! RING!
"Hello?".
"Randy? Its Mickie".
"Something wrong Micks?".
"Randy....the baby is comming. Im going into labor, I think you should be here".
Randy heart raced. The phone dropped from his hands. After 8 months of waiting, after 8 months of getting ready and reading baby books. The one thing that he wanted more than anything was finally commming. The baby.
Oh! and I need a name for Mickies daughter, any suggestions? :)
