A/N: I should kick my own arse for taking so long to update! Thanks to Dorenda and msgemgem for their reviews. msgemgem, I also highly doubt they'd allow anyone pregnant to perform, especially if they knew. It's not realistic, but I figure taking some creative liberty wasn't a bad thing to do. But thank you to all you readers for taking the time out of your day or night to read this. I much appreciate it, and I hope you enjoy!

A loud banging coming from downstairs startled her out of bed. In the few moments it took her to realize it was someone at the front door, she realized it was early in the morning. As she jumped out of bed, stealing a glance at the digital clock on her nightstand, she noted it was half past six. The tired feeling in her bones felt every bit of the early morning chill in her house as she made her way down the stairs to the door. Trying to push her hair back neatly, she opened the door, greeted by the irate eyes of Jon.

"What is this," he began asking as he pushed his way through into the house, "that I hear about you being in the hospital? I gotta overhear it from John and Nicole to know what happened? Then I hear from someone else that you're pregnant?" His advancing steps towards her made her back away. "What the fuck happened?"

Her jaw dropped, lips parting in agitation. "Who told you?"

"Who told me – Why didn't you tell me? Why was I the last to know?!"

She shoved him away, quickly going back up the stairs, tears already falling from her eyes. Her attempts at making her cries quiet failed, and feeling Jon's presence following behind her as she entered her bedroom didn't help any.

"Don't you walk away from me, Rita! Why didn't you tell me?"

"I tried to!" she shouted out, turning to look at him. "That's why I asked you to come to the hotel room, but you wanted to berate me about everything that's wrong with us!"

"Oh bullshit, Rita," he said, talking over her. "That's a load of shit. You can't stand here and tell me that you weren't thrilled when you found out you were pregnant with Randy's baby!"

Rita wanted to slap the words out of his mouth, her hands clenching tightly as she felt the anger rise in her. "Get out."

"It's true then? When were you going to tell me that you were fucking him the same time you were with me?" He kicked his boot at the suitcase that was on the floor next to him, roughly knocking it over. "Huh?"

"You are such an asshole!" she screamed. "This baby is not Randy's. It is yours! I was not fucking him while I was with you, because since being with you, I haven't wanted anyone else!"

Jon became dead weight standing in boots. Even with Rita pushing at him as hard as she could, he wouldn't budge an ounce. "What?"

"Get out!"

He hated the cry that ripped through her chest. Reaching out his arms, he pulled her into a hug, holding her against his body. He didn't care that she fought him. The heavy feeling that had been in his chest since his flight to her home lifted. Rita was carrying his baby. He was going to be a father.

"I'm sorry, sugar," he said softly. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you."

Rita's hands flattened against his chest muscles, trying to push him. "Just go away. I'll raise my baby on my own."

Jon held onto her even more tightly. Out of all the questions going through his mind; How far along was she? When was her first doctor's appointment? Which room will the baby have? When could he move his stuff in? Only one sat on the tip of his tongue, lingering there, Jon desperate for the answer he wanted.

"Do you love me?"

Rita stilled in his arms, her breathing calming as she pushed away from him enough to look at him. She could plainly see the despair in his cloudy blue eyes. Denying him was never something she could really do, and she didn't want to now.

"Yes, I love you," she whispered.

For Jon, she didn't have to say anything else after that. He lifted her up off her feet, taking in great relief when her legs wrapped around his waist. His lips pressed against hers, and right before they reached the bed, he flipped their positions so that she landed on him. Kicking his boots off, he slid them both up the bed, a tingle going down his spine as her fingers combed through his hair.

"Our baby, Rita. Everything will be ours from now on, because I can't live without you."

She moved to lay her head on his shoulder, Jon able to see the bite mark he had left on her for a quick moment. The bruising had nearly gone away, but the marking itself was still visible. Indentations where his teeth had cut into her flesh. Those, too, would probably fade a little more over time, but he wasn't worried about marking her again. Seeing his once-blistering love-mark was nowhere as satisfying as knowing that Rita would give birth to his child.

"""""

Rita woke up a few hours later, the odd sensation of a weird dream in her mind. She thought of Jon, then the fact that she was with child. It seemed all too real to her, and she would have even more time to think through things with all the time off she would have. Sitting up, her eyes landed on the pair of boots on the floor near the corner of the bed. It hadn't been a dream. Jon was here, and he knew.

She heard noises coming from the hallway, curious as to what Jon was doing. Before she could get out of bed, she saw him walk past her open bedroom door.

"Jon?" she softly asked.

"Hey," he said, turning briefly to place a kiss on her cheek.

She watched as he turned his attention back to the room he was walking into. "What's going on?"

"Thinking about how we can use this room for the baby. It's great because it's not really overly huge like the other rooms, and it's right next to our bedroom."

Rita's arms hugged around her waist, a smile on her face. "Whatever you want, love."

Jon stopped what he was doing and turned back to her. He placed a rather hard kiss to her lips, smacking with satisfaction as he pulled away. "It feels so good when you call me your love."

Before he could step away again, she grabbed his hand. "There are still some things I have to tell you."

"What?" he asked, lips parted. "What happened? Is it bad?"

She looked down at the carpet, hands held clasped together in front of her. "That depends on what you think is bad."

"Hey, what's that sad look on your face for? Rita," he called out as she turned away from him. He followed her down the staircase and into the den. "What's going on?"

"My God, I can't do this," she sighed out. "I can't do this."

"Can't do what?"

Rita paced the area in front of the couch, a hand pressed against her forehead. "I don't want to tell you, because it hurts so much, even a couple of years later. And I just don't want to relive it because I feel as though bringing it back up will make it happen again."

She was talking so quickly, Jon barely had a chance to take in every word. He walked over to her as she heavily sat down, crouching in front of her.

"You can tell me, baby. That's what I'm here for." Taking a hold of her shaking hands, he lowered himself on his knees, encouraging her to talk.

"It was a year," she breathed out with a sob, "after I had signed. I was with Randy for close to that whole time." Even through her tears, she could see Jon's face fall flat at the mention of Randy. But she ignored it. Jon's ego meant nothing to her when it came to something that affected her so deeply. "I'll just put it like this... If it seems like the relationship between me and Randy will never be broken, there's a reason why... I had a miscarriage."

Jon could have stopped breathing, and if it wasn't for his hands holding onto Rita's, he was sure he would have fallen backwards onto the ottoman. His eyes looked all around the room, trying to absorb what he had been told.

"Jesus Christ, Rita." He stood, Rita desperately clinging onto his hands.

"Please don't leave me alone," she sobbed. "I didn't want to tell anyone else. Stephanie was the only other person who really knew. She was there for me. I wouldn't have made it through that without her. I wouldn't have continued wrestling if it hadn't been for her."

"I just can't fucking believe... "

Rita let go of him, looking away from him as she cried. "It was one of the worst things I've ever been through. I depended on Randy for so many things. He took care of me. He made sure I was okay. For me to completely forget everything he ever did for me would make me – "

"Okay, okay, okay," Jon quickly cut her off. "Rita, I can't be okay with you and him. I just can't."

A cry heaved in her chest. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that if this is my kid, I don't want Randy around."

"If?" she asked quizzically. "What do you mean if? Don't you dare think I'm lying to you."

"You wanted to have his baby. What else am I supposed to think?" Jon asked, placing a hand on his mouth as he stepped back from her.

"It's not like I sat there and planned for anything to happen. I didn't want his baby – "

"So, you don't want mine either?"

"Forget it," she said swallowing her cries and stood from the couch, pushing him out of the way as she headed towards the staircase.

"Yeah, because that's what I was here for, right? For you to forget about things, right?" he called after her, following after her.

She spun back towards him, a finger pointing at him. "You know, could you just get over yourself for one fucking minute to understand me? I don't want Moxley. I don't want Ambrose. I want you. I want the man that lays in bed with me while we talk about anything."

"And I want the mother of my child to not be a whore to anyone but me."

Before Jon could blink, he felt the sharp sting of her slap on his cheek. His hand slowly reached up to press against the dull pain, and Rita could see the storm in his eyes.

"I'll give you five seconds," he lowly growled out, "to get up those steps before I do something I regret doing."

She let out the breath she was holding, sucking in another painful one before climbing the stairs to her bedroom.

"""""

Rita heard the front door slam as she lay in bed. She didn't know where Jon had went off to, and she tried not to think of it. He might not have known this part of Philadelphia extremely well, but he did know the city more than most outsiders. In the short time he had been gone, the house was eerily quiet. She didn't like it at all, but she wanted to give him some space. Hearing something as heartbreaking as what she told Jon was not exactly a happy thing. And for her to have gone through it with the one person that Jon sees as a threat to their relationship... Rita knew he would have a hard time digesting it.

The minutes ticked by, the room and the rest of the house utterly silent. She didn't like this one bit. Closing her eyes, she had drifted into a light sleep when she heard the front door open, the sound of Jon's boots stomping on the floor making her heart jump in her chest. From the open bedroom door, she heard them being kicked off his feet as well as the sound of the door gently being shut, and the steps soon began creaking as he made his way up to the second floor. She hated the way her breath caught in her throat as she saw him enter the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

He stood, hands in his pockets, looking at her curvy form on the bed.

"Get up," he said after a few minutes of staring at her. He continued to stand where he was in front of the bedroom door, watching Rita as she slowly rose from the bed. His eyes carefully watched as she held her hands nervously in front of her. "Come here."

"Jon – "

"I said, come here."

She jumped at the harshness of his demand, but still fell into line in front of him. Yet, she refused to meet his eyes. The storm still raged on his weary blue eyes, and she didn't want to subject herself to seeing the frustration that reflected in them.

"Look at me," he said to her, those eyes fixed on her. When she still didn't look up to him, he placed his fingers to her chin, tilting her head up. "I told you to look at me, Rita. You are mine. I love you, and I'm not going to constantly fight with you about things that happened to you before we were together."

Nodding her head, she swallowed, allowing her greens orbs to concentrate on him. "We're together?" she asked quietly, her eyes drifting away from his again.

"Hey, look at me," he demanded again before answering her. "Yes we are. Since the first night I was here. I should have done something then to make it known then."

With his hands on her hips, he gently pushed her back until she sat down on the bed. He lowered himself to kneel in front of her and placed his head on her stomach.

"I'm sorry, Jon," she whispered, her fingers softly running through his dirty blond hair.

"Don't be, sugar," his voice rumbled out as his lips trailed down to kiss over her stomach. Closing his eyes, he could imagine how round Rita would be with his baby. "How far... along... are you?"

She pulled his head away from her, holding his face between her hands. "Six weeks."

"You're so beautiful," he told her before pressing his face back into the warmth of her skin. She barely heard his next question with his lips pressed to her. "When's your doctor's appointment?"

"I haven't made one yet," she answered his mumble.

He lifted his head to look at her. "You have to make one," he quickly said. "You were in the ring, and then you let... " His words trailed off as his eyes turned cold again. "You let Joe throw you around? Rita, please tell me you didn't know."

"I knew before that," she replied, hoping that Jon's anger wouldn't resurface.

"How could you do that? Why would he do that knowing you were – "
"He didn't know, Jon. I told him and Colby after the segment was done. I knew they would say no."

Jon stood up, running a hand through his hair. "You're goddamn right they would have said no! What the fuck were you thinking!"

"Sweetheart, please. It was the only way I wanted to do it. I thought it would add more to the story. I was already leaving. They didn't have much to work with after they knew I'd be gone. Don't be mad."

"Don't be mad?" he repeated, more anger in his voice than he liked. "I don't give a fuck about what they had to come up with. They get paid to sit around and think of shit to do all fucking day. Do you think I really give a shit what happens with a fucking storyline over the health of you and my baby?"

Rita tried to stop the twitches of a smile, but failed. His baby. Just hearing the words come from his mouth made her happy. She stood, slowly walking to stand in front of him. Taking a hold of his hands, she brought them down to hold to her hips.

"I'm sorry, daddy," she breathed out. "But you know how much I love what we do. I'll be out for at least the next year. I had to give them something."

He took to gripping her hips tightly. "How much do you love me?" When she didn't respond, only staring into his eyes, he squeezed harder over her flesh. "How much?"

"Jon, you know how much I care for you."

"Then promise me you won't go back."

Her eyes narrowed as she let his words sink in. He wasn't saying what she thought he was... Was he? Her eyes fell from his as she nodded. "Yeah. I promise."

"""""

"Cinnamon," Jon said as they lay in bed.

Rita pulled back from the warmth of his chest, her brows furrowed. "What?"

"That first night," he began explaining, "when you called me, and I came and picked you up. You always smell like vanilla, but there was something else that is so subtle, it mellows out the sweetness of you." He turned his head to look at her. "It's cinnamon."

She just shrugged. "I've used the same vanilla spice perfume for years."

He leaned into her, breathing in the scent of her. "I've never liked vanilla so much in my life."

Rita giggled as his breath tickled her neck. "If you're going to act like you want to eat me up, I think I'll have to stop using it."

"No," he promptly replied. "You stay exactly as you are. I never want to change you."

"But you do want to change who I talk to and what I do?" she challenged, her eyebrows raised.

Jon simply looked flatly at her. "I am not going to argue with you about anything, Rita. What I said is final."

Pushing him away, she sat up in the bed. "It is not," she stated. "And I don't want to give up everything I know for – "

"What? For me? Is that what you're going to say?" he asked rapidly as he laid back, his head resting on his arms.

She sighed, shifting down in the bed. "I'm not going to go over this again."

"There's nothing to go over," Jon said in a stern tone. "You're going to do as I say."

"The fuck I am, Jon." Flinging the comforter off of her, she was out of the bed before Jon could blink. She was dressed before he could even register she was no longer laying in the bed with him.

"Where the fuck you going?" he calmly asked as he watched her move around the room.

She stopped in her tracks, digging her toes into the plush carpet. "How the hell can you go from being a nice guy to the biggest fucking asshole I've ever talked to in three fucking seconds?" Continuing what she was doing, she looked away from him, quickly folded the shirt she held. "And my best friend is Randy Orton. I've had my fair share of talking to an asshole."

Jon jumped out of the bed, his face flushed with rage as he grabbed a hold of her arms. "You will not continue whatever fucked up relationship you have with him. Whatever you had is over. Do you understand me? You're my woman. You're carrying my baby."

"He will always be a part of my life, Jon," she hissed out, ignoring the pain of his fingers squeezing around her upper arms. "What is so bad about – "

"He loves you, Rita," Jon interrupted. "He's in love with you, and it won't be real to him that you're not with him until you stop talking to him."

She looked down, her lips pressing together as she chose her words carefully. "He wants to be in the baby's life."

"No," Jon answered, not even entertaining the idea for a second.

Rita didn't say another word as she pulled herself away from his grip. Jon watched her as she picked up a few more items, folding them neatly and placing them on top of the dresser. Although she tried to hide the tears, Jon could see them shining in her eyes. But even the sadness he felt from her wouldn't make him budge from his choice. If he was going to put a stop to the relation between she and Randy, he had to be firm about it. And giving into her the moment she shed a tear wasn't going to help.

"""""

"What are you packing for?" Jon asked as he watched Rita move from the dresser back into her closet.

She stopped to look at him for a quick second before she continued gathering up the items she wanted to pack into her luggage. "I'm flying out for the show," she simply answered.

Jon looked at her half-packed suitcase. "Yeah, I see that. So my next question would be why?"

"Because," Rita sighed out as she came back out of the closet, a few clothing items in hand. "When you work for a company that requires you to travel and perform, you travel and perform."

"But you're not performing anymore," he quickly added.

She kept her eyes away from his, concentrating on folding her clothes so she could neatly piece them together in her suitcase. "I'm flying out, Jon. That's all you need to know."

He was standing next to her, his hand wrapped around her arm before she could breathe in, pulling her to look at him. His eyes narrowed, his mouth poised for questioning.

"Where's all this coming from? This smart-mouthed attitude? This idea that you can talk to me however you want?" He pulled on her arm again, bringing her full attention back to him. "Let me tell you something. You're my woman, and it doesn't matter if you love me or not, you're going to do what I say. And you don't do things without me knowing about it."

"We'll be on the same flight, Jon," she spat out, yanking her arm away from his grip. "I didn't think you needed to know about it when we'll be together anyway. I may be your woman, but I'm not your bitch. You want someone who will bow down to you, I suggest you look elsewhere because I'm not the one."

She turned away from him, almost disappearing into the closet again when she felt Jon's hands on her. One hand ran up her side while the other pulled her back into his chest. Her attempts to push away from him were merely rewarded with Jon holding on tighter.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled in her ear.

"Jon, let go."

The feeling of his lips pressed to hers wasn't exactly what she wanted to feel. But Jon was relentless. She gave into him for a few passionate moments, finally bringing herself back into what was happening. She shoved herself away from him, a hand firmly planted on his chest.

"I said, let go," she repeated, not completely able to read the expression on her face. A baby, she thought to herself. With a man that wants to control me now. This couldn't possibly end up good.