Chapter 12

Christian paced back and forth while Kelly sat by Layla. He had called her but she was already on her way over after hearing the news. She arrived in her pajamas with her hair in a wild mess and Alex soon followed, pulling a T-Shirt over his head muttering 'Why the fuck did you drag me outta bed'

Alex and Christian sat at the kitchen table, drinking cider. Alex had finally been told what had made Layla faint, making him see red. He even threatened to kill the ass. When they heard the two women's voices held in a conversation, they both darted through. Layla was sitting crossed legged on the bed with only a 'PEEPS' shirt on. Christian smiled when he saw her wearing it, he always loved seeing her in his shirts. She seemed relaxed now, and even had a smile forming on her face as Kelly told him she was gonna kick his ass with her pink, sparkly boots.

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Kelly and Alex had just left and it was three thirty in the morning. Christian lay on the bed with Layla between his legs. She had her head on his chest and she was starting to fall asleep. He kept both of his hands on her stomach and she placed her hands on top of his. She fell asleep, not caring about Cody at all.

Morning arrived too quickly and the sunlight it took with it, blinded Christian. He and Layla were still in the same place as they fell asleep in and he was soon regretting it. He tried to slip out from under her an although she didn't weigh much, she kept a tight grip on him. He praised her fingers off his shirt and slipped into the bathroom, careful not to fall into the room this time. He showered really quickly and brushed his teeth even quicker. He walked out of the bathroom with a towel round his waist, to see Layla getting dressed and trying to put her hair up.

"Morning babe, why the rush?" Christian proceeded to get dressed and wax his hair.

"We arrived in Boston an hour ago. Our doctor appointment is in fifteen minutes!" Layla was rushing around like a headless chicken.

"So It's doctors then the other appointment, then food?" Layla didn't give him a chance to reply as she ran to the toilet.

"We wont be getting anything to eat if you can't stop being sick!" He shouted then pulled out his phone. He called for a taxi because he couldn't be bothered renting a car. The taxi arrived in a few minutes, the same time Layla came out of the bathroom. He took her hand and lead her outside. They spent the taxi ride leaning into each other. She was nearly sleeping but Christian kept tickling her knee to keep her awake.

Walking through the doors to the hospital was extremely daunting for Layla. This was the hospital she had been brought to when Cody had pushed her down the steel steps in the hotel basement. She gripped onto Christian tightly and he knew straight away it was something to do with Cody.

Layla lay on the cold bed after answering about a million questions. She had told her nurse about the tests she was going to after that appointment and she just nodded and told her everything was going to be okay. The nurse lifted her top and tipped her head to the side. She smiled and continued to spread a cold gel over her stomach. She gripped Chris's hand as she moved the small device over, checking for any sign of a baby. The nurse started to explain where it was but Layla ignored her, staring at the little bean like figure in front of her.

"...and that's that. Can I book you in for another appointment?" The nurse smiled and looked at them both.

They both looked at each other. Christian spoke up first.

"Well when is the next one due?"

"In three months." She continued to smile but Layla just gave her a confused look.

"Well Me and Layla shall be purchasing a house in Tampa so is there somewhere there we can go for it?" He ignored the wide-eyed Layla kicking his leg.

"Yep, that's perfect. Here's your card. See you soon, but if I don't, god luck for your future!" She continued to smile. Layla was convinced he had a problem that meant she looked like that constantly.

They walked out of the hospital and Layla tripped her boyfriend up. He turned round to tell her off but she stood there, tapping her foot with a pissed off expression covering her soft features.

"PURCHASING A HOUSE? When were you going to tell me your plan?" Layla tried her absolute hardest but she couldn't help but smile.

"You weren't getting an option sweety." He picked her up and twirled her around. He pulled the scan picture fro her pocket and held it in the air.

"This is our ticket for no wrestling for the next ten months." He smiled but looked a tad upset as they walked a few blocks to the specialist clinic.

"I know I cant wrestle, but it doesnt mean you have to stop." She put her arm round her waist and kept walking.

"I know, I might keep wrestling until yore about to pop then take the next six months off, depending on how the birth goes." He laughed at her reaction when he said 'ready to pop' She grimaced.

"And I'll be there with you, until im 'ready to pop'" She laughed too. Next they knew, they were standing at the door, pressing a tiny buzzer, they were allowed in.

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Layla came out the room clutching her stomach half an hour later. Chris hadn't been allowed in with her and every minute that passed, he got more paranoid.

"Hey, Everything ok? What did they do." He looked at her and just wanted to pick her up and cradle her. She was as white as a ghost and she looked as sick as she did in the morning.

"I'm fine, They poked a few needles here and there. We need to come back in five hours if we want the results. And its gonna cost me $100." She smiled really weakly as he held her hand and left.

The next five hours was hell. She didn't feel like doing anything and she knew this results were going to change her life, for the better or worse. Would Christian leave her if It wasnt his. Maybe he wasn't ready for a kid. Did he really love her. These questions kept niggling at her until it was time to leave again. She just wanted to sink into bed and hope the baby daddy was Christian.

They were faced with the same big white doors, the tiny buzzer and the bleak waiting room. At least he could go with her this time. When they were called into the room, her body encouraged her to stay seated while everything else screamed at her to move.

"No matter what the outcome, I'll be here for you. And no matter what, I always will. he kissed her forehead and gently pushed her in front of him. He placed both hands on the small of her back, stopping her from turning back and encouraging her to keep going forward.

She male doctor asked them to seat themselves down and make themselves comfortable.

"Okay, We have looked at your results and I'm glad to say we DO have a definite result."

This made her relax. At least they were right. At least the posh twat in front of her was either going to ruin her life or make it amazing. Christian gripped her hand as a tear escaped her eye. She nervously chewed her lip.

"So, the moment of truth eh?" He went to try and lighten the mood but the expression of the two wrestlers in front of him made him change his mind.

"Ok, so the father of Layla's baby is..."

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