Chapter 12
The next morning, Jeff found himself startled out of a deep sleep by a horrific scream coming from Jaime, who was still lying on the bed.
"Jaime, are you okay?" He asked as he rushed over to her as quickly as he could.
When he reached her, she had her arms wrapped around her stomach while curled up tightly. It was obvious she was in a great deal of pain. Jaime was a pretty tough cookie, but she could not hold back her tears. The cramping she felt in her lower abdomen was worse than anything she had ever felt in her life.
"Jeff, I need a doctor." She said, barely able to get her words out before letting out another scream.
"Fuck." Jeff said to himself as he scooped her off the bed and carried her to his car, despite the fact that he was still barefoot and had no shirt on.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
As Jeff sped into the drop off area of the Emergency room at the local hospital, his mind raced. It didn't take a brain surgeon to figure out what was happening. Jaime was having a miscarriage.
"It's going to be okay Jaime." He said trying hard to console her as he once again carried her to get her inside.
As soon as some of the medical staff saw Jeff come through the double doors, and the painful look on Jaime's face, they raced to get her a room as soon as possible.
"We'll take over from here sir. If you can just get her checked in at the front desk." A nurse instructed Jeff.
While the medical staff placed Jaime in a wheelchair and wheeled her away, Jeff watched helpless as they turned the corner and out of his sight. His heart had sunk down to his stomach. He'd been around wrestling for a long time, but never before had he seen someone in so much pain. The stress had finally gotten the best of Jaime and the baby. Based on the amount of blood that now stained the hotel bed, there was no question the baby would not survive. Jeff only hoped now that Jaime would.
"I need to find Mark." Jeff said to himself.
So pulling out his cell phone he dialed the number of the only man he knew might know where Mark could be.
"Hello?" The deep voiced man on the other end answered.
"Vince, its Jeff Hardy. I need to get in touch with Mark Calaway." Jeff responded frantically.
"Jeff? Everything okay?" Vince asked truly concerned. It was obvious from the serious tone in Jeff's voice that something was terribly wrong.
"No. Jaime's having a miscarriage. I need to tell Mark, she needs him now." Jeff responded.
Immediately Vince put everything together. Mark had explained before his suspension why he beat up Shane, and part of it had to do with the fact that Jaime was pregnant with Shane's child. The baby that Jaime was miscarrying was Shane's.
"Okay Jeff, where are you at? I'll call Mark and have him get there as soon as possible." Vince replied reassuredly.
"Thanks Vince." Jeff said and then hung up.
As soon as Vince had hung up the phone he called Mark.
"Mark, you need to get to Boston. Jaime's having a miscarriage and from what Jeff said it sounds pretty serious." Vince explained. "Take the company jet if you need to. I insist.". Vince said.
Mark could barely believe what he was hearing. For the past several weeks he had gone back to a few of his old habits. One in particular was staying up late at night and drinking until dawn. The loneliness he was feeling as a result of his decision to leave Jaime had been haunting him in the form of a bottle and a few one night stands. He had been trying desperately to get over her, but the simple fact is he was failing miserably, and probably always would. Vince's phone call only sped up the inevitable. Mark would return to Jaime to be by her side, regardless of whether the baby survived or not. He would be damned if he was going to let Shane McMahon be the father of that baby, or be the one to try and console her with his deceptions and manipulations should the baby not make it.
xxxxxxxxxxxx
By the time Mark had reached the hospital it was almost 8 o' clock in the evening. The first person he saw as he approached Jaime's room was Jeff Hardy. Jeff had been there the whole time. He was determined to stay until Mark got there and didn't care if Mark was bothered by the fact they were together when all this happened or not.
In any other circumstance, Mark would have gone through the roof. His jealous nature had always seemed to get the best of him especially when it came to the young Hardy. This time though it was much different. For one, Jeff was a good guy and deep down inside Mark knew that. He knew Jeff was there as a friend and they both wanted the same thing, for Jaime to be okay. Secondly, and most importantly, Jaime was in the hospital and God only knew what condition she was in both mentally and physically. Mark knew this was no time to for macho man bullshit.
"How's she doing?" Mark asked Jeff anxiously, but still with that familiar deep, monotone voice.
"I haven't been in to see her. Doctors say she's been resting." Jeff replied. He was glad Mark had finally made it.
If there was a silver lining in any of this, it would be that Mark would realize he'd made a mistake by leaving Jaime.
Mark nodded his head to the younger Hardy. The simple act of extending his hand to the man that Jaime one slept with, was a monumental act, but it was one that Mark felt needed to be done.
"Thanks Jeff." He said holding his hand out.
Jeff looked at the hand and smiled.
"No problem bro. She's an awesome girl." He said shaking it.
Mark held his stern stare, but inside he appreciated the words.
As soon as Mark and Jeff finished shaking hands, Mark looked toward the door where Jaime's room was. Nothing had been more harder for him than this moment right now. A mixture of emotions ran through Mark's body; some of relief. Relief that Jaime was no longer carrying Shane's baby and that she herself had not suffered any permanent physical damage. Some of anger. Anger that Jaime had to go through such pain., more pain than he could ever imagine. And finally, and most importantly, emotions of guilt. Mark couldn't help but to feel guilty for what had happened. The simple fact was that the doctors had warned Jaime to avoid stress. If only he had stayed by her side despite the fact that she was carrying Shane's baby, maybe none of this would have happened. It's not like he wanted to father the bastard's child, but he could have at least been there for Jaime to guide her toward other alternatives. But instead, he had been spending the last several days with his head buried in a bottle. Funny thing about guilt, regardless of the fact if you are right or wrong, it eats away at you until you start believing in your own self pity.
When Mark opened the door to Jaime's room he found her sound asleep. She was huddled what appeared to be peacefully under the covers with several IV's attached to her body. Despite the fact the she looked to be resting comfortably, Mark knew better. She was in a fucking hospital and had just lost her baby. No one sleeps comfortably in those circumstances.
As Mark drew near he was careful not to wake her. He cursed himself over and over again for her even having to be there in the first place. Unbeknownst to him, she would have lost the baby anyway. Shane was trying to make their lives hell. Even if Mark wouldn't have left, Jaime would still have to deal with the ongoing reminder that the baby she was carrying was Shane McMahon's. That alone was enough to drive her over the edge.
Mark looked around Jaime's room. God how he hated hospitals. They were cold, stark and morbid. Ironically for Mark, hospitals were very much like the Undertaker character he played on TV, and even though Mark shared many of those same characteristics, being forced to visit a hospital was not something he looked forward to doing. Despite all this, Mark was happy to see Jaime after so long. He took a seat next to her hospital bed and immediately stroked her silky hair softly. In his mind, she was fucking beautiful and sometimes he wondered how a guy like him was able to win the heart of such a hot looking woman.
"Oh my God Jaime, I'm sorry." He whispered, not expecting that she would hear him.
Then suddenly to Mark's surprise, Jaime began to stir. Somewhere in the back of her mind she felt someone's presence. A warm, comfortable presence. As she slowly opened her eyes, she fully expected to see Jeff Hardy by her side, instead what she got was the man that meant everything to her. What she got was Mark Calaway.
"Mark?" She asked softly, still trying to wake from her blur. The drugs were finally starting to wear off.
"Yeah baby, it's me." Mark said, kissing her on the forehead.
Jaime tried to pull herself up slightly to get a better look. She still wasn't sure if she was imagining things or if this was real.
"Oh my God, Mark." She said, finally realizing that is was him as her vision came into focus.
Mark forced a slight smile only because he didn't want to cry. There were only two times in Mark's life when he could recall crying. Once when he was five and once when he was twelve and his mother had passed away. Since then he was determined to never cry again. Sorrow was an emotion Mark tried desperately to cover with strength and toughness. It was the only way he knew how to deal with it.
"How are you feeling?" He asked awkwardly, not really knowing what to say.
"I lost the baby Mark." Jaime confessed and then fell into tears.
As Jaime buried her face in her hands, Mark moved closer to her, tucking his arm under her shoulders and bringing her closer to him for an embrace.
"Fuck Mark, I don't know why I'm crying, I should be happy right?" She asked with tears still filling her eyes.
It was a question that not even Mark could answer. Knowing that Jaime was no longer carrying Shane's baby was of course a relief. But at the same time a child is a child. From the moment of conception, that child becomes part of the woman. It's hard to ignore the fact that there is something growing inside of you and that it could one day be a living, breathing thing.
"I don't know Jaime. All I know is I was wrong to leave you. You shouldn't be here. It's my fault." Mark confessed, almost cursing to himself out loud.
"You're wrong Mark. Shane is the one responsible for all this. Shane is the one who took advantage of me and got me pregnant." Jaime said sucking up her tears and giving Mark a reality check. "It's over now Mark. I just want to go home."
Mark pulled Jaime into him even closer. There was no need to respond. It was over and he was once again back where he belonged.
A/N: Sorry for all the mushy drama. I got totally pulled in and I have to confess I am a bit buzzed (so if there are typos, please forgive me. Anyway, is this the end? I have one (maybe two) more scenes planned to tie up lose ends, but if there is anything else you think I should cover, please let me know now so I can incorporate it into my story. Please review. This was the most dramatic scene I've written so I'd really like to know what you think good or bad. Thank you all!!!!