"Come on Lo," Bret encouraged. "One more squat, you can do it!"

"I fucking give up," Lori planted herself on the couch. "I'm to fat for this."

7 months (27 weeks) pregnant and 35 more pounds heavier, Lori tried her best to put on a front that she was feeling in good health. She still is concealing the fact has Pre-eclampsia. To keep her in good spirits Lori continues telling herself that she shouldn't ruin Bret's focus on the wrestling business.

"Your not fat babe, it's just baby weight." Bret said getting her a bottle of water. "We'll take a break for now. Ellie and Jim should be over soon."

Lori rapidly yet struggling sprinted from the sofa. "What? Why didn't you tell me? I look horrible."

As Bret cleaned up the living room, the sound of Lori still shouting ringed in his ear. "You know I hate it when you do this. I don't like surprises Bret! You also know that I feel horrible. Ok, more than horrible, I feel horrendous. My back aches and this thing won't come out!"

She walked out of the bedroom, "I don't want to pregnant anymore!" Bret pulled Lori to him as she wept on his shoulder. "If you really think I look good this, I should just keep it and forget about this whole baby thing."

Laughing out loud, "No. Lori, this is just a phase. The baby is growing so you are too. This is a beautiful thing." Bret kneeled to come face to face with he belly. "Now baby girl, your mother and I love you and we both can't wait to meet you and-"

The knock on the door interrupted Bret mid-sentence, "Hey guys!" Lori reached to hug Ellie. "Jesus Christ, Lo. You are huge my friend."

"Why thanks El." Lori said irate.

"Come on Jim, lets go work on this baby crib."

"Make sure you read the directions right!" Bret felt a knot in his stomach when he shut the door to the nursery. Jim looked on as his partner in crime appeared as if he was about to crack.

"The woman is driving me crazy!"

Jim snickered, "No kidding. Bret, every man goes through this once or twice. The first time is always the hardest."

"That's understandable but it's at the point where she is-"

"Bret!! Come here now please!"

"Unbearable…."

"What do you need?" Bret said walking into the living room.

Lori shot him a perplexed look, "Hmm…I don't remember. Oh well."

Rolling his eyes Bret stomped back into the nursery. Lori looked at Ellie to see she didn't look pleased.

"What?"

"Oh nothing, I just miss being pregnant because I could treat Jim however I wanted." Ellie lightly giggled.

"I know I'm driving him crazy but I don't know. I just wish we could spend more time together."

"Then do it…"

Lori sniggered, "Like Bret would really take off work weeks at a time and-"

"No. You go on the road with him."

"Like I could do that."

"Call Vince McMahon?"

"That…that….that just might work."

Later that evening, after dinner, Bret once again brought up baby names. "Ok, here's the deal. I'm leaving tomorrow and I promised everyone we would have a name!"

Lori sighed, "Fine. Fine. Fine. Ok how about Emily?"

"To girly."

"Alexis."

"No car names."

"Well then shit, I don't know then! Katie?"

Bret paused and tapped his finger against his chin to think, "Your almost there. How about…Kate."

"Aw, I like it. Kate Scarlet. You have to make it seems scholarly."

"Kate Scarlet Hart it is. You want her last name to be Hart right?" Bret asked.

"Of course Bret. I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Good. Well, I got to start packing."

"Yep, me too." Bret stopped in his tracks.

"Why do you need to?"

"I'm going with you," Lori mumbled.

Walking into the bedroom, he saw two one way plane tickets on the bed to Bret's next city. "Lori!"

"Yes" she said innocently.

"What the hell is this about?"

"I was going to tell you later tonight. Listen Bret, I hate being in this house by myself and being without you. So, I called Mr. McMahon and asked if I could join you on the road. You know what he told me? He told me he mentioned that to you from the beginning and you didn't say anything to me about it!"

"Wrestling is no place for the mother of my daughter to be Lori! You should had talk to me before calling my boss."

"So, you don't want to spend time with me?"

Ah!!" Bret screamed. "That's what I hate, you turn everything around to make yourself look better. I do want to be with you, every second of everyday actually."

"Baby, I promise I won't cause trouble. Just a two or three shows and I'm out of your hair, please?"

"God, I hate that pouty facial expression. It works every time.