Chapter 12
Author Note/Disclaimer: Did everyone have a good Christmas? Hope so! I don't really rate this chapter, but it's just something to keep you going until I find time to write another. I'm throwing a New Years party and it's going to be crazyyy! Anwhos.. As always I own nada.
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Monday 17th November, 2003. : Raw in Beaumont, Texas
Pacing the locker room, Randy glanced at his watch for the forth time that minute. "Where is she?" He sighed, turning to face Paul.
Paul looked up from his place on the couch and frowned while taping up his right wrist. "Her flight got in half an hour ago. You heard what Ric said, he's picking her up and coming straight back. He has a match against RVD, remember."
"Yeah, I know. I just want her to be here so I can make sure she's okay.."
Bethany's grandmother had passed away the previous week and both she and her uncle had been absent from shows since. It had hit the family hard and Randy had hardly heard from Beth since then. He had heard she had been staying at John's apartment in Florida but every time he had tried to call her it had either been engaged or had gone straight to voicemail. Infact, everything he had heard had been from Paul who had spoken to her a number of times in the week.
Randy's head jerked up as the door opened and Ric walked inside, placing a pink duffle bag to the side. He held open the door as Beth entered and glanced around, placing her purse down beside her other bag. Randy looked her over, she seemed a shadow of her normal self, dressed down in sweats with her hair up in a messy ponytail, large framed sunglasses keeping her beautiful eyes from view.
She barely even looked at Randy before she headed back towards the door, acknowledging them before she left. "I'm going to go find a bathroom." She told them, leaving the way she came.
"Don't take it personally.." Ric told them both as the door closed behind her. "She's not been feeling her best the last couple of days."
"I'll go check on her." Randy said, leaving the locker room. He headed in the direction of the women's bathroom, stopping outside of it where he lightly tapped on the door, waiting for any sort of answer. "Beth?" He said, slowly pushing it open in time to see Beth rise to feet inside one of the cubicles and wipe her mouth, using her free hand to flush the chain, she had been sick.
"Are you okay?" He asked, taking a few steps towards her as she retreated to the sink to wash her hands. She hardly heard him from the pounding in her head; she had the worst headache imaginable. "Beth!" He said, louder this time.
"Can you not shout?" She winced, drying her hands. "I've got a headache and I feel terrible."
His eyes weakened as he took a few more steps towards her and placed his hands on her waist, tilting his head as she closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. "What's wrong?" He asked her, quieter this time.
"It's nothing really, just a case of the flu.."
"My poor baby," He pouted, squeezing her tightly only to receive a yelp from Beth. He quickly pulled away, a look of concern spreading across his face. "What's wrong? What did I do?"
"It's not you," She said, gently rubbing her chest. "It's.." She trailed off. "Nevermind."
"No.. Tell me." He insisted, not ready to let this go.
"It's just.. My breasts." She finally admitted rather embarrassingly. "They really hurt when you touch them."
Randy blinked a few times. "Are they growing or something?"
She couldn't help but laugh at that. "What? You don't like the size they are now?" She teased, resting a hand on her hip.
"Oh believe me.." He started, his eyes wandering to her chest area. "I do. I really do."
She smiled, pushing his chin up to meet her eyes. "Okay, I get the idea!"
"Does it hurt if I do this?" He said, using his mouth to lay gentle kisses across her neck and towards her lips. He finally reached them, the first kiss gentle only to be followed by one that caught her off guard, this one stronger and more passionate than the last.
"As much as I want this.." She whispered, trying to catch her breath. "I'm not doing it in a public bathroom."
"Doesn't it excite you just a little bit?" He said, his face inches from hers. "Somebody could walk in any second."
Her smile suddenly faded into a frown as she placed a hand over her mouth and turned, running back into one of the cubicles. She knelt in front of one of the toilets and began to throw up once again, Randy sighing as he made his way over and placed a supportive hand on her shoulder, scooping up any lose hairs that got in the way. He handed her a tissue to wipe her mouth as she sat back on her knees and groaned, tossing it into the toilet when she was done.
"Sorry," She mumbled, Randy helping her back up as she leaned forward to flush the chain.
"Don't apologise baby, It's not your fault your sick." He said, helping her towards the door. "You need to rest, though. You shouldn't even be here."
"I wanted to see you." She replied as they left the bathroom together. "That and I've got a meeting with Vince later."
"Well how about after the show we head back to the hotel and you let me give you some uh, TLC."
"I can't." She sighed, stopping to look at him as they reached the locker room. "I'm driving to Houston with Glenn for the Smackdown taping. He's got to do this promo on Undertaker.. His Eulogy or whatever. And besides, I want -"
"To see John." Randy finished rather disappointedly, receiving a simple nod from his girlfriend. "And what about me, Beth? When do I get to spend time with you, huh? This is the first time I've spoken to you in over a week.."
"I know, but things have been hard lately. Look, what if I make an appearance at the weekend shows.. My uncle won't be there and uh," She paused, pulling on the sides of his jacket with a grin. "We'll see."
He grinned back at her. "Sounds promising.."
"It is." She told him, placing a quick kiss on his lips. "Believe me."
She let go of his jacket and turned towards the door, pushing it open to walk inside. She smiled weakly at her uncle, Paul and Dave who looked up at them.
"You feeling better?" Dave asked her, pulling a shirt over his head.
"Yeah, abit." She replied, taking a seat beside Paul.
"She's been sick all week." Ric chipped in. "Headaches, Throwing up all the time.. I told her to go to the doctors, but does she listen to me? No!"
Beth rolled her eyes. "Why waste my time going to the doctors when I know what's wrong with me? It's just a mild case of the flu, uncle. I'm sure the doctor has more important people to see than me. Besides, I'll feel as right as rain in a couple of days."
"Better safe then sorry.."
"Yeah," Paul agreed. "Maybe you should see a doctor, you know.. Just to be on the safe side."
"I'll say it one more time.." She started, pulling herself up. "I'm. Fine."
"So what do you want for you're birthday?" Randy asked, changing the subject for her.
"Turning 19, huh? You're making me feel old." Paul chuckled.
"You feel old? I'm 37!" Dave said.
"Oh please.." Giggled Beth. "Ric's 57."
"Hey!" He frowned. "So have you got anything planned? You're mother would love to see you.."
She shared a look with Paul. "Whatever my plans my include, I wont be seeing her."
"Beth..."
"Don't start." Beth sighed, cutting him off. "Anyway.. I have a meeting to go to and then I'm driving to Houston with Glenn. So-"
"You mean you're leaving?" Ric interrupted, rather disappointedly. "You only just got here!"
"I know, I know. But I promised John I'd go.. And besides, it gives you chance to think on what you're buying me next week. Doesn't it?" She grinned, collecting her things together. She kissed her uncle on the cheek and waved goodbye to the other three men, mouthing a 'call me' to Randy when their backs were turned. She blew him a kiss and smiled as he pretended to catch it, finally turning to leave the locker room.
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28th November, 2003.
"Did you get it!"
Brooke rolled her eyes as she closed the door behind her. While entering the lounge she placed her hand inside the bag she was carrying and pulled out a jar of peanut butter, tossing it to Beth who caught it in her hands.
She blinked a few times. "Is that it? I asked for two jars!"
"You've got to be kidding me. Have you seen how big they are? There's no way you can finish that one. I thought you didn't like peanut butter, anyway?"
"I changed my mind." She replied, opening the jar. She scooped some on her fingers and licked it off, Brookes face crumpling up into a painful expression.
"Oh my god. That's so gross."
"Bite me." Beth replied, eating more off her fingers.
"So," Brooke said, flopping down on the chair opposite her. "You're weekend of love with Randy, how did it go?"
She frowned, looking back down at the peanut butter jar. "You don't want to know, trust me."
"That good, huh?" Brooke replied sarcastically, bringing her feet up under her. "Spill."
"Baby, are you okay?" Randy yelled into the bathroom, his eyes still on the football game being broadcasted on ESPN. "You've been in the bathroom for over ten minutes."
Beth groaned and sat back on her knees, having thrown up for the second time. "I'll be out in a minute!" She yelled back at him, placing a hand on her throbbing head. She felt no better then she had a few days ago and infact, felt a little worse. What sort of flu was this?
She finally managed to pull herself up and slowly made her way out of the bathroom, doing her best to smile at Randy who, just by looking at her could tell something was wrong. "You still feeling bad?" He asked her, moving so he was sat up on the edge of the bed.
She shook her head, holding her balance by gripping onto the frame of the door. "No, I'm fine."
"It's okay if you are.."
She began to get upset. "What's wrong with me, Randy? All I wanted was to spend a romantic weekend with you and I can't even do that.. I can't even spend five minutes with you without having to be sick, or lay down."
"Do I really have that bad of an effect on you?" He joked rather unfunnily. He sighed when her facial expression didn't change. "Look baby, c'mere." He said, opening his arms to her as she carefully made her way over to him and sat down on his lap, his arms wrapping around her. "It's been over a week now and you haven't gotten any better. I think you should go see a doctor before it gets any worse."
"But-"
"No buts." He said, cutting her off. "Please baby.. If not for you, then for me. I hate seeing you like this."
"Okay," She mumbled. "I'll book an appointment next week."
"Atleast he was understanding.." Rationalized Brooke, setting a cup of coffee down on the table in front of Beth. "You know what most guys are like. If were sick, were faking it. Yet if they are, their on death's door."
"So true." Beth agreed, leaning forward to take the cup by its handle.
"So what did you say the symptoms were again?"
She shrugged. "Headaches, nausea.. Oh! And I've been feeling tired allot.. Like I've got no energy."
"I think I know what's wrong with you.."
"Oh? What's that?" She asked, taking a sip of her coffee.
"You're pregnant."
She spat out the coffee she was drinking, pregnancy had never crossed her mind. "W-what?"
"You could be pregnant. I mean, you said so yourself that you and Randy sometimes forget about protection.. It is a possibility you know."
"I can't be." She answered back, her mind going crazy with thoughts. "It's not possible."
"Yeah it is and you might be, so you better get a test and check it out before it's too late."
"To late for what?"
"Abortion." Brooke said, the word hitting Beth like a ton of bricks. The word itself was scary, but with a past like Beth's it made the subject even more gut-wrenching than you could ever imagine. She swallowed hard and sat back in her seat. With her birthday less than a few days away, a party was inevitable.
"I think I need to be sick."