Firecracker

Chapter 21

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A/N: Thanks for the reviews, yet again. I have the best readers ever, I swear. I love you guys soooo much! I know everyone's pretty pissed with Jamie at the moment. So am I lol but here's the next chapter. I hope you all like it. Please let me know what you think! :o) Thanks!

Jamie felt completely awful. She knew that what happened to Wade in the ring was all her fault. She sat in the locker room, her head spinning. She couldn't believe what had happened. He was still being checked out. The medics had sent her out of the room because she was completely freaking out and was a distraction to everyone. She just wanted to know that he was okay.

When the locker room door finally opened, and Wade walked in, she jumped up and ran over to him, wrapping her arms around him, thankful that he was okay. "Oh my God," she spoke, her voice trembling. "I'm so sorry, Wade. I should have listened to you. I was so wrong," she said.

"I can't deal with this right now, Jamie. I have to go back to the hotel. No wrestling for the next week," he said, emotionlessly.

"I'll help you out while you're sidelined," she enthusiastically volunteered herself with a smile.

"No. Just leave me alone," he snapped at her.

Her face fell. He'd never spoken to her with that tone before. "I know I fucked up, Wade. I'm really sorry. Please just let me-"

"Leave me alone," he curtly insisted.

Jamie took a step back, feeling her heart actually hurt. "Wade…" He ignored her. "Baby, please talk to me."

"Baby? Are you bloody insane? Jamie, you are really something else. You're doing this because you know I'm pissed off with you right now. But I don't want to listen to you, so just leave me alone."

"Wade, I'm sorry. I won't be ringside for any matches anymore. I promise. I'm not gonna argue with you."

He shook his head. "Do whatever the fuck you want to do," he spat. "I'm done arguing with you. You don't care about me. You certainly don't care about our baby. I'm done. Finished."

"I do care."

"No, you don't. You couldn't give a shit less about any of us. You've been hot and cold constantly. I just can't deal with your bullshit anymore. Seriously, I'm finished, now. Enough is enough," he insisted, as he held his ice pack to the back of his head. "I'm done with you for good."

"Please don't do this," she begged him. "I'll do anything. Seriously, anything. I love you, Wade."

"You're full of shit. It took me smacking my head into a steel ring post to realize it, but it's the truth."

She shook her head. "No. I do love you, I swear to God, I do. I love you so much, you don't even understand."

Wade rolled his eyes. "Right…"

"Please believe me."

"I don't."

"How can I show you that I'm serious?"

"You can't. You've proven that you don't care."

"But I-"

"Just shut up and leave me the fuck alone."

Jamie was laying alone in her bed that night. Her heart was completely broken. Wade refused to speak to her at all. He didn't want to be anywhere near her, and the second he saw her, he would make sure to turn the corner or walk away from her. She couldn't believe that the dynamic between the two of them had changed so drastically in such a short amount of time. She regretted being stubborn earlier that evening. If she had just zipped her trap and just listened, then, Wade would have never been injured during his match, and they wouldn't be not speaking. In fact, they'd be together.

A knock on her door distracted Jamie from her thoughts, momentarily. "Come in," she softly spoke.

The door opened and in walked Justin. He closed the door behind himself and climbed into the bed next to her. "I'm sorry that I yelled at you before," he apologized, wrapping an arm around her waist.

She shrugged. "Okay."

"I just…I dunno. I guess couldn't believe that. I mean…you're…you're having a baby, Jamie. That's insane. I can't believe it. Like you and Wade are going to have a baby together. It's just…it's…wow."

Silence plagued the friends for a few moments, as Justin didn't know what to say, and Jamie was just not speaking.

"I'm sorry," she finally admitted. "I was wrong, Justin. I messed up big time, and I know that."

"I know. You're just very stubborn. But you really can't be reckless like that anymore. I don't want anything to happen to you or the baby. And being ringside is such a big risk because one little mistake or slip, and you don't know what could happen. I don't want anything bad to happen."

"I know."

"And Wade feels the same way. That's why he's being all weird right now. It's scary to think that something that seems like it isn't such a big deal could mean that he loses everything he loves."

"Wade hates me."

"He doesn't hate you."

"Yes, he does. He told me that he's done with me. He doesn't even believe that I love him."

"That doesn't mean he hates you. And we both know that he doesn't mean it. It was said in the heat of the moment."

"You don't understand. I could just feel it."

Justin shook his head. "He loves you. He's just not happy with the situation right now, and he needs some space."

"I fucked up, Just."

He pulled her into his arms and gently rubbed her back. She buried her face in his chest. "Everything is going to be okay. I think the two of you just need some time apart for the time being. Things have been really crazy lately. Just give it some time, and I'm sure everything will be fine."

"I don't want time apart. I just want Wade. That's all I want and all I need," she told him. "I love him so much, and I want to be with him. We're having a baby together. I can't do this alone."

"Why didn't you say any of this to him?"

"I dunno. I told him that I love him, and he just doesn't believe that I do. So, it doesn't matter what I say. He won't believe me."

"Just go talk to him."

"He won't speak to me. He told me to leave him the fuck alone," she explained. "I don't want to make it worse."

"Well, he can't wrestle for the next week or so. You're not allowed to be anywhere near a wrestling ring for the next eight months, at least. So, just spend some time together. Try to talk out some of your issues and explain to him how you really feel. Use the time to your advantage."

"He doesn't want to."

"Do you love him?"

"I do."

"How much?"

Jamie took a deep breath. "Too much. I love him more than I've ever loved anyone in my entire life. I want our family to be together so badly, Justin. He's the only person who has ever made me feel this way, and I don't want to ever have to let him go, especially over what happened tonight. I want to spend the rest of my life with him," she admitted, feeling her bottom lip tremble slightly.

"Then you'll be together, Jamie. Just relax. It'll all be okay. Everything will work out in the end."

"I hope you're right," she said.

The next day was really strange for Jamie. It was the first morning that she woke up without Wade next to her, wrapped up in his arms, in a week. Granted, Justin ended up falling asleep next to her, so she wasn't exactly alone, but she didn't have Wade with her, and she didn't like the way that felt. She wasn't crying either, though there were a few times that she really thought she was going to break down, but she was certainly miserable to not have him with her.

Justin felt very badly for her. She was obviously really upset over what had happened. Truth be told, he knew it was the real deal because she was so not herself and mostly because she repeatedly admitted that she loved Wade. He never thought the time would come where she would say those words so easily, like she was meant to say it. But she kept saying that she loved him, and quite frankly, he believed her. It was bittersweet for the moment because he knew she was hurting, but it was also nice to hear that she was in love with her father of her unborn child, as he knew she had been.

"Thank you for staying with me," she softly said, when she woke up and realized she had Justin with her.

He never heard the vulnerability in her words and in her voice as he did at this very moment. It actually upset him to see the big, scary…well, the little, scary monster known as Jamie to act this way. It said a lot to him about how she really felt and how everything was really having a huge impact on her. "Of course."

"It was just…it's the first morning that I woke up without Wade right next to me," she told him.

He frowned. "I know, Jamie."

She placed her hand on her stomach and gently rubbed it. "We miss him already," she admitted. "A lot."

"Sweetie, you're really scaring me. I've never seen you like this. It's just so weird to see you have feelings…especially these feelings."

Jamie nodded. "I know. I'm sorry. I don't like being like this. I'll tone it down a little bit," she decided.

"If it's how you feel, then, don't."

"I just feel like he broke up with me, which is so stupid, because we weren't even together in the first place."

"Eh. You kind of were together. Maybe it wasn't official, but everyone saw it that way, ya know?"

"I would rather fight with him than he happy and normal and peaceful with someone else. I know I don't say that enough, but I feel it."

"He should know this."

She shrugged, hopelessly. "If he doesn't care, then, there's not much I can really do anything about it."

"He cares. He cares a lot, and you know it. You just taught him all too well how to be stubborn and difficult."

Jamie smirked momentarily. "I put that poor guy through so much hell. I deserve to feel this way."

"No, you don't. You may be…a bitch, to put it gently, but you're my favorite bitch. It's impossible not to love you."

"It's impossible for me not to love Wade."

"So, just give him some time to cool off, and you just have to tell him everything that you told me."

She nodded. "I just miss him already," she whispered, trying to not get choked up and emotional.

"I know, hunnie," he said, pulling her in for a hug. Justin was a wiseass and spent a lot of his time cracking jokes and making snarky, sarcastic comments that usually earned him some stern looks from the others, but he knew that right now Jamie was hurting badly, and he knew that it was time to be serious with her.

Jamie had been moping around all day. She was being quiet and not her usual loud mouth, obnoxious bitch self. Everyone knew something was wrong. This wasn't Jamie. She was in the gym with all of the guys. She was simply walking on the treadmill, with her iPod in her ears, her eyes fixed on the man she was in love with, who was working on weight lifting.

John got onto the treadmill next to her. She pulled her earbuds out of her ears. "Hey," she softly said.

"What's wrong with you? I've never seen you like this before," he asked her.

She shrugged. "Nothing."

"Liar," he commented.

"I'm not in the mood right now."

"Does this mood have anything to do with the guy you keep staring at?" he questioned, smirking.

"I'm not staring at anyone."

"You're staring at your boyfriend, and you look completely miserable," he observed. "What's wrong?"

"He's not talking to me."

"Why not?"

"Because it's my fault he got the concussion."

"How so?"

"Because he and Vince told me to stay away from the ring last night, and I flipped out on them and went anyway…and he was distracted because he didn't want anything to happen to me…well…us."

John nodded. "So now what?"

She shrugged. "He said that he's done with me, and I don't want that…at all," she admitted.

"Do you love him?" John asked.

Jamie bit her bottom lip and nodded slowly.

"So, then, why are you two not okay right now?" he asked.

"He doesn't believe that I really love him. But I do. I swear I do. I love him so much, John."

"So, go talk to him," he encouraged her.

"He won't speak to me."

"Well, then, you have to make him listen. You obviously love him and really care about him."

"Can we not talk about this anymore?" she asked, her voice pleading with him.

John nodded. "Sure, hunnie."

"So, how are you?" she asked, trying to sound upbeat.

"I'm good."

Jamie forced a smile. "Good."

"You still up for dinner tonight?"

"Yeah, definitely," she said with a smile.

"Cool. I've missed hanging out with you, and I missed you when you were so far away from me, in New York."

"Well, I missed you, too, John-John."

He smiled. "I love you, little lady."

"I love you, too."