A/N: Sorry it's taken me so long to update, but my Internet isn't working at home so I'm having to rely on library computers and stuff and they're not always available and I've also got a lot on my plate at the moment anyways.Thanks to Lil'MissCena, Undertaker's Wife and jeffrey-nero-baby for the reviews!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own WWE or any of its superstars, but I do own Kizzie.

Chapter 14

Matt checked his watch for the fourth time. 5:30. Jeff wasn't late, he didn't have to be at the arena until six o'clock, but Matt still couldn't help but worry about his baby brother sometimes. Jeff had phoned him that morning saying that he had stuff to sort out and to not wait for him, and Matt had noticed that he didn't sound too good. He wondered what Jeff needed to sort out. He assumed it was probably something to do with the fact that, in about six months time, Jeff was going to be a father. Matt didn't know how he felt about being an uncle. Of course, a big part of him looked forward to it, but he knew that his niece or nephew was an accident, a result of a one night stand. It just didn't feel right.

"Hey." Matt turned and saw Jeff walk through the door of the locker room.

"Hey." He answered, noting his brothers worn down state. "You ok?"

"Yeah," Jeff lied, "you?"

"Yeah I'm good." Matt didn't believe Jeff for a second, now noting that Jeff wouldn't look directly at him. "You take care of that thing?"

"Yeah, s'all taken care of." Jeff dumped his gear on the bench opposite Matt, and hoped Matt would stop asking questions.

"You left the door open." Matt pointed out, nodding towards the open door.

"Oh." Jeff turned around to look at the door, and Matt could see his face quite clearly. Jeff's face had a certain look to it, and Matt knew exactly what it was. He'd seen it before, years earlier. As Jeff made his way towards the door, Matt decided he was not going to let his little brother go down that path again.

"You got fucked up last night didn't you?"

Jeff stopped in his tracks. He'd been afraid of this. He knew Matt could read him like an open book, and he was sure it wouldn't take him long to figure out he'd been doing drugs again. He turned around.

"It was just once."

"It doesn't matter," Matt said, rising, "you said that it was never going to happen again."

"I know but… it's just that…"

"That what?" Matt asked, annoyed. "What was it this time Jeff?"

Jeff opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He was already ashamed of himself for relapsing the night before, he couldn't bring himself to tell Matt why it had happened.

"Is it because of Kizzie?" Matt asked, already knowing the answer. "Can you not handle the idea of being a father?"

"It was just so unexpected." Jeff admitted, seeing no point in telling any more lies. "I didn't know how to react."

"So you thought that you'd get high on whatever it was that you decided to take this time?"

"It was only pot."

"Only pot." Matt let out a little laugh of disbelief. "You say that as though that makes everything better, as if you didn't do anything wrong."

Jeff stayed silent, staring at the floor.

"Does Kizzie know about this?" Matt asked, placing his hands on his hips. Jeff merely shook his head. "Do you plan on telling her?" Jeff shrugged, like a child who was being scolded. "For godsake Jeff!" Matt lost his cool and started shouting. "She's gonna find out eventually anyway! Just like we did all them years ago! What if she finds out before the kid's even born, and she stops you from seeing it? What then? Will you go off and do some more drugs?"

"It was just one night…"

"And we all know what one night turns into." Matt lowered his voice. "You and Kizzie was 'just one night', and look what happened there! You knocked her up!"

"I know, and…"

"That means you now have a responsibility Jeff! And you go off and get high. How responsible."

Jeff kept staring at the floor and, ignoring Matt's sarcastic comment, said nothing. Matt wasn't quite finished yet though.

"You know what the worst thing is? You broke your promise. When you told us all you were done with all that stuff you were lying."

"I'm sorry…"

"You lied to me." Matt said, trying hard to keep his voice down, but anger very clear in his voice. "You lied to me, you lied to dad, you lied to Vince… you lied to yourself."

"I know." Jeff looked up at his older brother, the guilt present in his eyes. "Don't tell Kizzie about this, please. Matt, I beg you, please don't tell Kizzie."

"Don't tell me what?" Kizzie interrupted, appearing in the doorway.

Matt scornfully looked at Jeff. "It's up to you."

Matt stalked out of the room ignored by Kizzie, whose eyes were on Jeff.

"You gonna tell me what's going on?" She asked, folding her arms across her chest.

"Kizzie, I was gonna leave it a while before I told you…"

"You might as well tell me now." She interrupted, annoyed. "I'm all ears."

Jeff slowly let out a deep breath, and remained silent. He wanted to tell her, he knew it was the right thing to do, but he couldn't. He had no idea why it was so hard to say it. He could understand not wanting Matt to know, he knew that Matt was going to be disappointed and angry with him. Why was it so hard to tell Kizzie? She didn't know about his drug-ridden past, and she didn't know that he had promised to never touch them again.

"I'm waiting." Said Kizzie, who was growing impatient.

Jeff thrust his hands into his pockets and stared at the ground. When he looked back up, Kizzie was still staring at him.

"Last night…" he started, speaking slowly, unsure of how to word the sentence, "I had a relapse."

"Relapse?" Kizzie asked.

'This is the hard part.' Thought Jeff. "A few years ago, I had a drug habit. I don't want to go too much into it, but I ended up on some pretty hard stuff and had to spend a while in rehab. That was three years ago. Last night, I relapsed."

Kizzie nodded slowly, taking it in. She wasn't reacting how Jeff thought she would; Jeff thought she was going to get angry with him, maybe even shout at him, but she was actually quite calm.

"You relapsed. Am I right in assuming what triggered it?"

"It depends on what you think."

"I think," Kizzie started, looking Jeff in the eye, "that you couldn't handle the fact that you're going to be a dad." Jeff turned his gaze to the floor and Kizzie knew she was right. "Jeff, I know that it was unexpected and I was shocked too, but… I don't know..."

"It was hardly an excuse for me to run off and get high." Jeff finished her sentence for her, looking up at her with a look of pure guilt.

"Right." Kizzie glanced at her watch. "Well I'd better get changed." She turned to leave the room as Jeff just stood watching her. She stopped as she reached the doorway, checked no one was in the corridor, and looked at Jeff.

"Jeff, just make sure this was a one off. I don't want my child to grow up with a drug addict for a father."

As Kizzie left, Jeff stood there wondering if, one day, he would ever get it right.

"Have you thought of any names for it yet?"

"Ria, I only found out I was pregnant yesterday, I'm still getting used to it!"

Kizzie was trying her hardest to be patient with all of Maria's questions, but it was difficult. She knew Maria got excited over these sort of things, and the brunette had asked every question under the sun. When was it due, did she know what sex it was, did she know who she wanted to be the godmother and all sorts. There was one question Maria hadn't asked yet that Kizzie knew she couldn't answer, not yet anyway. However, the asking of the question was inevitable.

"Who's the father?"

Kizzie took a sip of her coke (which she thought wasn't quite as refreshing without some good old whisky in it) and glanced at Ashley, who was sat on the opposite side of Maria. Only Ashley and Matt knew what had happened between her and Jeff, everyone else was oblivious to it. She glanced back at Maria, who was staring at her unblinkingly, waiting for an answer.

"I can't say right now." As soon as Kizzie had said those word, Maria straightened up, knowing there was an interesting story underneath it all.

"Oh my gosh Kiz you have to tell me."

"I can't. Not right now anyway."

"Vince wants her to play her like it's Jeff's though." Ashley chipped in.

"Obviously, otherwise what would people think?" Maria said as though Ashley was stupid. Ashley smiled at Kizzie, and Kizzie mouthed 'thank you.' For now, Maria wouldn't suspect a thing.

"Oh my gosh you guys." Maria said suddenly, her attention at the bar about twenty feet away. "There's a hottie over there who is totally checking us out."

Kizzie followed Maria's gaze and froze when she saw a familiar face. No, it couldn't. The hair was longer than she remembered, and there was no way this person could be in America. Still, she didn't want to stick around, just in case.

"You guys, I'm feeling kind of tired, can we call it a night?"

"But Kiz, one of us could pull…"

"Remember Ria, she's with child." Ashley interrupted, having noticed the slightest of panic in Kizzie's voice. Sometimes, Kizzie loved the fact that Ashley could read her like an open book.

"Oh, yeah, of course." Maria said, standing up and putting her jacket on. "Besides, he's gone anyway."

Kizzie looked back at the bar and saw that Maria was right, the guy who had been checking them out was nowhere to be seen. Kizzie hastily threw her jacket on and led the way out of the bar, Maria and Ashley hurrying behind her.

"Kiz, are you alright?" Maria asked as they got outside.

"Everything's fine." Kizzie lied.

"Kizzie?" A male voice came from behind the divas with an accent the same as Kizzie's. Kizzie knew the voice all too well. She turned around and saw the guy who had been at the bar just a few moments before. She saw the shaggy white blonde hair and the piercing blue eyes, and knew that she hadn't made a mistake in the bar, it was the person that she thought it was and was trying to avoid.

"Derek."

CHAPTER 15 PREVIEW

"I don't trust him Matt."

"I don't trust him either bro," Matt agreed, trying to calm is brother down, "but he hasn't done anything yet."

"He cheated on her with one of her best friends, that's bad enough!"

"I know. Maybe he really is sorry though, we'll just have to wait and see."