A/N: Another part!!!!!
Special thanks to huntersgirl, Latisha C, Devina1980, kandiland, xtremediva, and Sweet-Steffie for reviewing so constantly for me. I really appreciate your feedback guys.
Happy reading,
Samantha.
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Several months later.
"Lita, sweetie are you okay?" Trish called into the bathroom.
"Crappy." Lita called back, flushing the toilet, and rinsing her mouth with water from the bathroom faucet.
She walked back into the room and dropped down onto the bed. "I have never felt so crappy in all of my life."
"You don't look great." Trish told her. "Are you sure you don't want me to stay a few extra days and take care of you?"
"No, I'll be fine, it's just stomach flu." Lita told her.
"As long as you're sure." Trish said, remaining skeptical. "I'm kinda worried about leaving you here all by yourself, especially when Bill's at Shawn's for the week."
"I'll be fine, it's just a little stomach flu. Take care." Lita told her as the taxi pulled into the driveway.
"I will. See a doctor." Trish told her, reaching out to hug her friend.
"Have a safe flight." Lita waved as the car pulled away.
***************
Several days later Lita walked into the arena where RAW would be held in just a few days time.
"Hey Lita." RVD greeted her, walking down the hall with Tommy Dreamer.
"Hey guys. Have you see Bill around yet?" She asked.
"Yeah, he's around here somewhere. You might want to stop by the co-GM's office first before you go looking for him though. Austin was looking for you." Tommy told her
"Thanks Tommy." She told her.
"Are you all right?" Rob asked. "You don't look so great."
"Stomach flu." She told him. "I'm still recovering."
"Take it easy then." He patted her on the back and the pair kept walking.
Changing direction Lita walked first to the bathroom to freshen up, then to Austin and Bischoff's office, knocking lightly on the door before walking in.
"Lita," Steve greeted her. "Good you could make it."
"Everyone was told to be here at two, you're more that forty minutes late." Bischoff told her.
"My apologies to everyone." She said, though her heart wasn't in it.
Steve and Trish both gave her strange looks, but said nothing.
"You ladies are in a six woman tag team match on Monday night. We need you to sign the contracts." Bischoff said proudly. "Jazz, Molly Holly and Gail Kim versus Trish Stratus, Ivory and Lita."
One by one the women moved to sign the contract. Once Trish signed, Bischoff looked pointedly at Lita. "Are you going to keep us waiting again?"
"I'm not signing." She said quietly. "I can't wrestle this week. I'm not fit enough."
"What's wrong with you?" Bischoff asked.
Lita simply stared at him, remaining defiantly silent.
"Lita, sign the damn contract." Bischoff said again.
"Can't you see she's not well?" Trish asked. "Leave her alone!"
"She's right." Ivory said. "It's pretty clear she's sick."
"So who's going to fill the spot then?" Bischoff fumed.
"Try Jacqueline." Lita said. "I think you'll find she'd be willing to participate."
"I'm still waiting for Lita to tell why the hell she can't wrestle." Bischoff said to the two women defending her.
"Steve, could I please talk to you?" Lita asked quietly.
"Sure." He answered. Lita looked pointedly at everyone else. "Do you people think you could..." Steve waved his hand at everyone, watching as the other divas cleared the room. Bischoff however didn't move. "Eric, do you think you could get lost for a bit?" Steve asked his counter-part.
"This is my office too." Eric told him.
"And it's mine as well, now go, I have business to discuss." Stone Cold threatened him, watching as Bischoff scuttled out of the room.
"So sit," Steve invited her. "Tell me what's going on."
"I can't wrestle on Monday night because..." She began uncertainly.
"Lita, just spit it out. If you tell me what's going on I can help you."
"I'm pregnant." She blurted out. "My ob-gyn doesn't want me to wrestle anymore, she says it's not safe for me to. I don't want Bischoff or anyone else to know until I get the chance to tell Bill. I haven't seen him all week and I didn't want to tell him over the phone."
Steve positively beamed at her. "That's great news. That's really great news, Lita. Congratulations."
She smiled, resting her head on her hand. "It's been a really strange week. I go to the doctor's for stomach flu, and I get told I'm pregnant, I can't work and..."
"Just relax." Steve told her. "Why don't you come with me now, we'll go and find Bill and then you two can have a talk."
"Yeah." She nodded, standing up. "I was going to do that when I got here."
"Shawn, have you seen Bill?" Steve asked the 'Heartbreak Kid' Shawn Michaels.
"Yeah, he's in his dressing room." Shawn called back, gesturing down the hall.
Lita turned to Steve. "Thanks, for getting Eric off my back, and for listening."
"No problem. Now get in there and make us both proud." He told her.
"Thanks." She said again, before walking over to the door with the sign 'GOLDBERG' on it, knocked lightly, then walked in.
*************
"Hey, Linda?" Steve spoke into the phone once he was back in his office. "I want to run something by you. I've just had Lita come to me and tell me that her specialist says she can't wrestle for seven or so months, and I was just..." As Steve spoke on the phone he didn't realize that someone was standing at the door, listening to his side of the conversation.
"Lita, hey. Rob told me you were here somewhere." Bill greeted her, leaning down to kiss her.
"Yeah, I had to go and see Austin and Bischoff about my match." She answered, kissing him back.
"Who are you wrestling?"
"No one." She answered.
Bill looked at her curiously. "Is everything all right?"
"Sit down with me." Lita gestured to the couch, curling up with him wrapping his arms around her.
"What's going on?" He asked again, as she rested her head against his shoulder.
"I haven't been feeling really great. Pretty crappy actually."
"Have you seen a doctor? It might just be a bug or something going around." Bill suggested.
"I saw a doctor. I don't have a virus, or the stomach flu." She said softly.
"Then what's wrong with you? Are they doing tests?" He asked, worried.
"The doctor only needed to do one test, Bill, and I've already got the results back. I'm pregnant." She sat quietly, waiting for his reaction.
"You're pregnant?" He echoed. "Lita that's great! Wait until we tell the others."
"So you're happy about it?" She asked.
"Happy? Lita you just made my year, my life. We're having a baby, you have our child growing inside of you. I'm gonna be a daddy." He kissed her, cradling her body against his, one of his hands finding the flat of her stomach. "When's our baby due?"
"Not for about seven and a half months, the beginning of October."
"Lita, I am just... I love you so much." He kissed her again, and for a few moments they lost themselves in each other, until they were roused by one of the backstage people, who was calling out for everyone to assemble in the open area.
"Let's go!" Bill urged her.
"Yeah, I think I'm just gonna..." She gestured to the bathroom, before racing off to be sick again.
Several moments later she flushed the toilet and re-emerged.
"Are you okay?" He asked worriedly.
"Yeah. These morning sickness tablets aren't working." Lita told him.
"We'll see if we can get you some different ones." Bill promised.
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"Did you hear about Lita?" Jericho asked Christian as they walked to the meeting. "I heard Steve talking to Linda McMahon on the phone. Her specialist says she can't wrestle for seven or so months."
"Dude that sucks." Christian answered. "It's a shame, she's always been nice to me, sort of."
"Who's always nice to you, and what sucks?" Rob Van Dam asked, overhearing Christian's comments.
"Lita." Jericho filled him in. "Her neck's gone again and she can't wrestle for ages."
"That's bad." Rob told them. "Probably why she was so strange when I saw her earlier. She told Tommy and I that she had stomach flu."
"She must be taking it pretty hard." Tommy added. "She's not long back."
"Lita?" D-Von Dudley asked.
"Yeah, she's out again. He neck's playing up." Rob told him.
"Poor thing. I hope her career's not over because of this." Bubba Ray said shaking his head, as they entered the meeting room, talking quietly amongst each other.
*************
Bill and Lita arrived a little after everyone else.
"Lita!" Bischoff pounced on her. "Are you intending to be late to everything? Where the hell were you?"
"Being sick to my stomach." She answered him, exhibiting some of her usual fire and tenacity. "And for once, it wasn't because of you."
Most of the superstars looked on in horror as Bischoff sized her up.
"Maybe I should have told you earlier." Stone Cold interrupted before Eric could go off on a tangent. "I gave Lita permission to be late. She was taking care of something for me."
Eric's eyes cooled. "That's fine. She's suspended from wrestling for two weeks."
"Was that supposed to make me upset?" Lita asked him. "I can't wrestle anyway, my specialist won't let me."
"I'll ask for the last time then, why?" Bischoff snapped.
"Because... I'll be back." Without another word Lita darted out of the room, one hand on her stomach. Trish moved to go after her, but Bill laid a hand on her shoulder. "Just let her be for now. She'll be back in a minute."
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"What the hell is going on here?" Eric asked aloud.
"I'm sure she'll tell you when she gets back." Stone Cold told him.
Several moments later Lita reappeared, looking tired and weak, her face pale and drawn, her hair twisted up and held in place by a hair clip, though the style was messy. "Sorry, I'm really having a crappy day."
"Keep it up and you'll be having a really crappy day." Bischoff muttered.
"Fuck you too." She muttered back, taking a seat next to Bill on a table, leaning against him comfortably, while he wrapped his arms around her, rocking her gently in an attempt to make her feel better. She pulled her hair clip out, massaging her skull with her fingers for a moment.
"You okay?" Bill asked softly.
"I feel like crap, and I have a wicked headache." She answered, leaning back into his embrace, resting her head in the crook of his neck.
"Lita, are you gonna tell everyone what's going on?" Steve asked. "Bill?"
"I'm not allowed to wrestle for seven and a half months minimum." Lita said aloud.
"Oh god, it's your neck isn't it?" Trish asked, reaching out to hug her friend, tears already trickling down her cheeks.
Across the room Stacy Keibler, Lillian and Terri were also in tears, while close friends like Rob Van Dam, Tommy Dreamer and the Dudleyz looked completely crushed.
"Guys, no, you don't understand." She tried to explain.
"When are you going back to Florida?" Trish sobbed into her shoulder.
"We'll really miss you Li." Tommy called out. "I'll even remember to write and call you this time."
"Would you all just shut up and listen to what I have to say? You've taken this the wrong way, and got it all wrong, completely wrong. My neck is fine." She tried again.
"You don't have to be brave for us." Lillian whimpered.
"I don't understand." Shawn said to her.
"But your specialist said..." Stacy began.
"There is more than one kind of specialist doctor around." Lita told them, and then smiled. "Don't any of you watch E.R.?"
"You're scaring us." Tommy told her, his face worried before, now white with fear.
Lita reached up to whisper something in Bill's ear, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
"Lita's trying to tell you all that we're going to have a baby." Bill told everyone.
"A baby?" Stacy repeated.
"What about what the specialist said?" Rob asked.
"My obstetrician, who is a specialist who works with pregnant women and delivers babies, told me I can't wrestle anymore. Or at least not until October."
"Congratulations!" Trish exclaimed, hugging her friend. "I'm so proud of you. And you too Bill."
Bill wrapped his arm protectively around Lita to ward off anyone who might try to upset her, while all of the other superstars offered hugs and congratulations.
"It's not very often babies are born in the WWE." Stone Cold said when everyone had quietened down. "I fact I can't recall it ever happening. So, I'm guessing you all know what this calls for. We have to wet the baby's head."
Lita laughed. "You know Steve, that's normally done when the baby's born."
"Really? No kidding. We'll do it then too. Bring in some damn beer!"
In seconds almost everyone in the room had a can of beer in their hand. "Now Lita, I know that you must be pretty upset, you can't wrestle, you can't drink, can't keep your breakfast down. So you must be standing there, thinking something's gotta give. You don't wanna just go home to Florida and put your feet up for seven or so months. You wanna do something. So I talked to Linda McMahon, and I talked to Vince McMahon, hell I even talked to Shane and Stephanie McMahon, but that's not important. What is important is that we've altered your job description, and made an amendment on your contract."
For a moment Lita looked worried.
"Relax." Steve told her. "Linda made sure to remind me not to get you upset. So we altered your job description. You can work until you've had enough and you can't travel any longer. In case no one noticed, we've ordered a new announcer's table. A three-seat table. Lita, you'll be commentating with Jim Ross and Jerry Lawler."
"What!" Bischoff exploded. "That's not..."
"Do I look like I'm finished yet?" Austin glared at him, then turned back to Lita. "With the amendment we made on your contract, we all know that this can be a pretty violent workplace, tempers running high, people getting beat up backstage as well as in the ring. You're not being asked to sign a release form for any injury that may be inflicted on you. Instead, the amendment states that any superstar from RAW or SMACKDOWN, any employee of the WWE who harms you faces ending their career, as well as criminal charges. Anyone who lays a hand on you, threatens you, hits you, kicks you, is violent towards you in any way will be fired on the spot."
"Why?" Randy Orton called out.
"Because it was decided that it was easier to warn all of you about harming Lita, and firing you if you do so, than having her injured, and suing the WWE, and Vince McMahon for creating an unsafe working environment, which she is still entitled to do is she is harmed. She can also sue the person who harms her." Steve told him. "And make no mistake, there will be no second chances for anyone."
"Hey Lita," Jericho called, "Would you like to be this week's special guest on 'The Highlight Reel'?"
"I don't know." She told him. "Do we have a doctor in, what city is this?"
"Chicago." Steve told her.
"Do we?" She asked again.
"Yeah, are you feeling okay?" He asked.
"Imagine the worst hangover you've ever had, all day and all night, for several weeks, and instead of getting better it just keeps getting worse."
"It can't be that bad." Bischoff said to her.
"You try feeling how I'm feeling, and then we'll talk." Lita told him. "I think I'm going to head back to the hotel and lie down for a while. Just until I feel the like everything's stopped spinning."
"Sure you won't stay for a little while?" Steve asked.
"Sorry guys, I feel really worn out. I think I just need to sleep for a while, and then find something I can eat and keep down." The tiredness showed in her face. "Thanks for everything."
"Let's get you to bed." Goldberg told her, leading her out of the room. "Thanks everyone." He called over his shoulder.
"You're not putting me to bed." Lita told him. "You're going to stay here, drink probably too much beer, and have fun celebrating with our friends."
"And I will take Lita back to the hotel." Trish added.
"Are you sure?" Bill asked Lita.
"No, I temporarily lost my mind and I just got it back. Stay, have fun and I'll call if I need anything." She smiled and kissed him on the mouth, before leaving with Trish, the two women arm in arm.
Special thanks to huntersgirl, Latisha C, Devina1980, kandiland, xtremediva, and Sweet-Steffie for reviewing so constantly for me. I really appreciate your feedback guys.
Happy reading,
Samantha.
*********
Several months later.
"Lita, sweetie are you okay?" Trish called into the bathroom.
"Crappy." Lita called back, flushing the toilet, and rinsing her mouth with water from the bathroom faucet.
She walked back into the room and dropped down onto the bed. "I have never felt so crappy in all of my life."
"You don't look great." Trish told her. "Are you sure you don't want me to stay a few extra days and take care of you?"
"No, I'll be fine, it's just stomach flu." Lita told her.
"As long as you're sure." Trish said, remaining skeptical. "I'm kinda worried about leaving you here all by yourself, especially when Bill's at Shawn's for the week."
"I'll be fine, it's just a little stomach flu. Take care." Lita told her as the taxi pulled into the driveway.
"I will. See a doctor." Trish told her, reaching out to hug her friend.
"Have a safe flight." Lita waved as the car pulled away.
***************
Several days later Lita walked into the arena where RAW would be held in just a few days time.
"Hey Lita." RVD greeted her, walking down the hall with Tommy Dreamer.
"Hey guys. Have you see Bill around yet?" She asked.
"Yeah, he's around here somewhere. You might want to stop by the co-GM's office first before you go looking for him though. Austin was looking for you." Tommy told her
"Thanks Tommy." She told her.
"Are you all right?" Rob asked. "You don't look so great."
"Stomach flu." She told him. "I'm still recovering."
"Take it easy then." He patted her on the back and the pair kept walking.
Changing direction Lita walked first to the bathroom to freshen up, then to Austin and Bischoff's office, knocking lightly on the door before walking in.
"Lita," Steve greeted her. "Good you could make it."
"Everyone was told to be here at two, you're more that forty minutes late." Bischoff told her.
"My apologies to everyone." She said, though her heart wasn't in it.
Steve and Trish both gave her strange looks, but said nothing.
"You ladies are in a six woman tag team match on Monday night. We need you to sign the contracts." Bischoff said proudly. "Jazz, Molly Holly and Gail Kim versus Trish Stratus, Ivory and Lita."
One by one the women moved to sign the contract. Once Trish signed, Bischoff looked pointedly at Lita. "Are you going to keep us waiting again?"
"I'm not signing." She said quietly. "I can't wrestle this week. I'm not fit enough."
"What's wrong with you?" Bischoff asked.
Lita simply stared at him, remaining defiantly silent.
"Lita, sign the damn contract." Bischoff said again.
"Can't you see she's not well?" Trish asked. "Leave her alone!"
"She's right." Ivory said. "It's pretty clear she's sick."
"So who's going to fill the spot then?" Bischoff fumed.
"Try Jacqueline." Lita said. "I think you'll find she'd be willing to participate."
"I'm still waiting for Lita to tell why the hell she can't wrestle." Bischoff said to the two women defending her.
"Steve, could I please talk to you?" Lita asked quietly.
"Sure." He answered. Lita looked pointedly at everyone else. "Do you people think you could..." Steve waved his hand at everyone, watching as the other divas cleared the room. Bischoff however didn't move. "Eric, do you think you could get lost for a bit?" Steve asked his counter-part.
"This is my office too." Eric told him.
"And it's mine as well, now go, I have business to discuss." Stone Cold threatened him, watching as Bischoff scuttled out of the room.
"So sit," Steve invited her. "Tell me what's going on."
"I can't wrestle on Monday night because..." She began uncertainly.
"Lita, just spit it out. If you tell me what's going on I can help you."
"I'm pregnant." She blurted out. "My ob-gyn doesn't want me to wrestle anymore, she says it's not safe for me to. I don't want Bischoff or anyone else to know until I get the chance to tell Bill. I haven't seen him all week and I didn't want to tell him over the phone."
Steve positively beamed at her. "That's great news. That's really great news, Lita. Congratulations."
She smiled, resting her head on her hand. "It's been a really strange week. I go to the doctor's for stomach flu, and I get told I'm pregnant, I can't work and..."
"Just relax." Steve told her. "Why don't you come with me now, we'll go and find Bill and then you two can have a talk."
"Yeah." She nodded, standing up. "I was going to do that when I got here."
"Shawn, have you seen Bill?" Steve asked the 'Heartbreak Kid' Shawn Michaels.
"Yeah, he's in his dressing room." Shawn called back, gesturing down the hall.
Lita turned to Steve. "Thanks, for getting Eric off my back, and for listening."
"No problem. Now get in there and make us both proud." He told her.
"Thanks." She said again, before walking over to the door with the sign 'GOLDBERG' on it, knocked lightly, then walked in.
*************
"Hey, Linda?" Steve spoke into the phone once he was back in his office. "I want to run something by you. I've just had Lita come to me and tell me that her specialist says she can't wrestle for seven or so months, and I was just..." As Steve spoke on the phone he didn't realize that someone was standing at the door, listening to his side of the conversation.
"Lita, hey. Rob told me you were here somewhere." Bill greeted her, leaning down to kiss her.
"Yeah, I had to go and see Austin and Bischoff about my match." She answered, kissing him back.
"Who are you wrestling?"
"No one." She answered.
Bill looked at her curiously. "Is everything all right?"
"Sit down with me." Lita gestured to the couch, curling up with him wrapping his arms around her.
"What's going on?" He asked again, as she rested her head against his shoulder.
"I haven't been feeling really great. Pretty crappy actually."
"Have you seen a doctor? It might just be a bug or something going around." Bill suggested.
"I saw a doctor. I don't have a virus, or the stomach flu." She said softly.
"Then what's wrong with you? Are they doing tests?" He asked, worried.
"The doctor only needed to do one test, Bill, and I've already got the results back. I'm pregnant." She sat quietly, waiting for his reaction.
"You're pregnant?" He echoed. "Lita that's great! Wait until we tell the others."
"So you're happy about it?" She asked.
"Happy? Lita you just made my year, my life. We're having a baby, you have our child growing inside of you. I'm gonna be a daddy." He kissed her, cradling her body against his, one of his hands finding the flat of her stomach. "When's our baby due?"
"Not for about seven and a half months, the beginning of October."
"Lita, I am just... I love you so much." He kissed her again, and for a few moments they lost themselves in each other, until they were roused by one of the backstage people, who was calling out for everyone to assemble in the open area.
"Let's go!" Bill urged her.
"Yeah, I think I'm just gonna..." She gestured to the bathroom, before racing off to be sick again.
Several moments later she flushed the toilet and re-emerged.
"Are you okay?" He asked worriedly.
"Yeah. These morning sickness tablets aren't working." Lita told him.
"We'll see if we can get you some different ones." Bill promised.
************
"Did you hear about Lita?" Jericho asked Christian as they walked to the meeting. "I heard Steve talking to Linda McMahon on the phone. Her specialist says she can't wrestle for seven or so months."
"Dude that sucks." Christian answered. "It's a shame, she's always been nice to me, sort of."
"Who's always nice to you, and what sucks?" Rob Van Dam asked, overhearing Christian's comments.
"Lita." Jericho filled him in. "Her neck's gone again and she can't wrestle for ages."
"That's bad." Rob told them. "Probably why she was so strange when I saw her earlier. She told Tommy and I that she had stomach flu."
"She must be taking it pretty hard." Tommy added. "She's not long back."
"Lita?" D-Von Dudley asked.
"Yeah, she's out again. He neck's playing up." Rob told him.
"Poor thing. I hope her career's not over because of this." Bubba Ray said shaking his head, as they entered the meeting room, talking quietly amongst each other.
*************
Bill and Lita arrived a little after everyone else.
"Lita!" Bischoff pounced on her. "Are you intending to be late to everything? Where the hell were you?"
"Being sick to my stomach." She answered him, exhibiting some of her usual fire and tenacity. "And for once, it wasn't because of you."
Most of the superstars looked on in horror as Bischoff sized her up.
"Maybe I should have told you earlier." Stone Cold interrupted before Eric could go off on a tangent. "I gave Lita permission to be late. She was taking care of something for me."
Eric's eyes cooled. "That's fine. She's suspended from wrestling for two weeks."
"Was that supposed to make me upset?" Lita asked him. "I can't wrestle anyway, my specialist won't let me."
"I'll ask for the last time then, why?" Bischoff snapped.
"Because... I'll be back." Without another word Lita darted out of the room, one hand on her stomach. Trish moved to go after her, but Bill laid a hand on her shoulder. "Just let her be for now. She'll be back in a minute."
************
"What the hell is going on here?" Eric asked aloud.
"I'm sure she'll tell you when she gets back." Stone Cold told him.
Several moments later Lita reappeared, looking tired and weak, her face pale and drawn, her hair twisted up and held in place by a hair clip, though the style was messy. "Sorry, I'm really having a crappy day."
"Keep it up and you'll be having a really crappy day." Bischoff muttered.
"Fuck you too." She muttered back, taking a seat next to Bill on a table, leaning against him comfortably, while he wrapped his arms around her, rocking her gently in an attempt to make her feel better. She pulled her hair clip out, massaging her skull with her fingers for a moment.
"You okay?" Bill asked softly.
"I feel like crap, and I have a wicked headache." She answered, leaning back into his embrace, resting her head in the crook of his neck.
"Lita, are you gonna tell everyone what's going on?" Steve asked. "Bill?"
"I'm not allowed to wrestle for seven and a half months minimum." Lita said aloud.
"Oh god, it's your neck isn't it?" Trish asked, reaching out to hug her friend, tears already trickling down her cheeks.
Across the room Stacy Keibler, Lillian and Terri were also in tears, while close friends like Rob Van Dam, Tommy Dreamer and the Dudleyz looked completely crushed.
"Guys, no, you don't understand." She tried to explain.
"When are you going back to Florida?" Trish sobbed into her shoulder.
"We'll really miss you Li." Tommy called out. "I'll even remember to write and call you this time."
"Would you all just shut up and listen to what I have to say? You've taken this the wrong way, and got it all wrong, completely wrong. My neck is fine." She tried again.
"You don't have to be brave for us." Lillian whimpered.
"I don't understand." Shawn said to her.
"But your specialist said..." Stacy began.
"There is more than one kind of specialist doctor around." Lita told them, and then smiled. "Don't any of you watch E.R.?"
"You're scaring us." Tommy told her, his face worried before, now white with fear.
Lita reached up to whisper something in Bill's ear, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
"Lita's trying to tell you all that we're going to have a baby." Bill told everyone.
"A baby?" Stacy repeated.
"What about what the specialist said?" Rob asked.
"My obstetrician, who is a specialist who works with pregnant women and delivers babies, told me I can't wrestle anymore. Or at least not until October."
"Congratulations!" Trish exclaimed, hugging her friend. "I'm so proud of you. And you too Bill."
Bill wrapped his arm protectively around Lita to ward off anyone who might try to upset her, while all of the other superstars offered hugs and congratulations.
"It's not very often babies are born in the WWE." Stone Cold said when everyone had quietened down. "I fact I can't recall it ever happening. So, I'm guessing you all know what this calls for. We have to wet the baby's head."
Lita laughed. "You know Steve, that's normally done when the baby's born."
"Really? No kidding. We'll do it then too. Bring in some damn beer!"
In seconds almost everyone in the room had a can of beer in their hand. "Now Lita, I know that you must be pretty upset, you can't wrestle, you can't drink, can't keep your breakfast down. So you must be standing there, thinking something's gotta give. You don't wanna just go home to Florida and put your feet up for seven or so months. You wanna do something. So I talked to Linda McMahon, and I talked to Vince McMahon, hell I even talked to Shane and Stephanie McMahon, but that's not important. What is important is that we've altered your job description, and made an amendment on your contract."
For a moment Lita looked worried.
"Relax." Steve told her. "Linda made sure to remind me not to get you upset. So we altered your job description. You can work until you've had enough and you can't travel any longer. In case no one noticed, we've ordered a new announcer's table. A three-seat table. Lita, you'll be commentating with Jim Ross and Jerry Lawler."
"What!" Bischoff exploded. "That's not..."
"Do I look like I'm finished yet?" Austin glared at him, then turned back to Lita. "With the amendment we made on your contract, we all know that this can be a pretty violent workplace, tempers running high, people getting beat up backstage as well as in the ring. You're not being asked to sign a release form for any injury that may be inflicted on you. Instead, the amendment states that any superstar from RAW or SMACKDOWN, any employee of the WWE who harms you faces ending their career, as well as criminal charges. Anyone who lays a hand on you, threatens you, hits you, kicks you, is violent towards you in any way will be fired on the spot."
"Why?" Randy Orton called out.
"Because it was decided that it was easier to warn all of you about harming Lita, and firing you if you do so, than having her injured, and suing the WWE, and Vince McMahon for creating an unsafe working environment, which she is still entitled to do is she is harmed. She can also sue the person who harms her." Steve told him. "And make no mistake, there will be no second chances for anyone."
"Hey Lita," Jericho called, "Would you like to be this week's special guest on 'The Highlight Reel'?"
"I don't know." She told him. "Do we have a doctor in, what city is this?"
"Chicago." Steve told her.
"Do we?" She asked again.
"Yeah, are you feeling okay?" He asked.
"Imagine the worst hangover you've ever had, all day and all night, for several weeks, and instead of getting better it just keeps getting worse."
"It can't be that bad." Bischoff said to her.
"You try feeling how I'm feeling, and then we'll talk." Lita told him. "I think I'm going to head back to the hotel and lie down for a while. Just until I feel the like everything's stopped spinning."
"Sure you won't stay for a little while?" Steve asked.
"Sorry guys, I feel really worn out. I think I just need to sleep for a while, and then find something I can eat and keep down." The tiredness showed in her face. "Thanks for everything."
"Let's get you to bed." Goldberg told her, leading her out of the room. "Thanks everyone." He called over his shoulder.
"You're not putting me to bed." Lita told him. "You're going to stay here, drink probably too much beer, and have fun celebrating with our friends."
"And I will take Lita back to the hotel." Trish added.
"Are you sure?" Bill asked Lita.
"No, I temporarily lost my mind and I just got it back. Stay, have fun and I'll call if I need anything." She smiled and kissed him on the mouth, before leaving with Trish, the two women arm in arm.