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Tonight was the annual Slammy Awards, and the night of the announcement concerning the Diva's Championship. Brit was going to give up her title, explaining simply that she'd be back when she's at a hundred percent again. It was something she was dreading the entire day and now she wasn't even sure if she could utter her explanation it front of the thousands watching. It pained her to give up her title- her pride and joy, her entitlement to this business and the reason why she worked her ass off since she was a teenager.

Reluctantly, Brit arrived at the arena with Seth and was greeted by her friends and co-workers as they made their way to the locker rooms. She slipped on her outfit for the evening; a long black cascading skirt with matching lacy black, cropped top exposing her midriff. She was hesitant in exposing her stomach, but Seth reassured her it looked fine. Brit on the other hand wasn't as certain.

She sat in the makeup and hair chair, dodging every question imaginable about her time off and announcement she was making that night. Some thought she needed surgery and others questioned if she was given a role in a movie. But all she could say was 'just wait and see.'

"You look beautiful," Seth whispered into her ear as his arms wrapped around her waist. Turning to face him she smiled as she straightened his black tie. "And you look so handsome... I haven't seen you this done up since Wrestlemania," she purred, her hands resting against his sleek black suit coat. "I love it."

She clutched her title as the two walked through the arena, side by side as they approached gorilla when she was saw with Dean and Roman talking amongst themselves. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of Dean wearing a slimming black suit with his hair slicked back and face freshly shaven. He looked gorgeous.

"There she is," Roman smiled, enveloping Brit in a bear hug. She giggled, kissing his cheek. "Does Dean know?" He whispered as he was cautious of bringing up the subject of Brit and the baby around him. She quickly shook her head, trying to play it off.

"I look fat don't I?" Brit huffed, throwing her head back as her insecurities began to show through again. The last thing she wanted was people questioning a stomach bulge before she was able to address it herself.

Dean slunk behind Roman as he tuned her out completely. He didn't even want to look at her or Seth.

"You are crazy," Roman said, shaking his head. "I don't even know what else to say other than you're crazy."

"Babe... You look great," Seth said, grabbing at her hands before their entrance music began.

"I love you," he said, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before exiting through the curtain with his brothers by his side.

Brit caught a glimpse of the men sauntering out to the stage, looking handsome as ever. As the camera panned in on Dean, she felt her cheeks begin flush a fiery crimson red. Clearing her throat, she cursed under her breathe as she was so mesmerized by those damn icy blue eyes.

"I know, I know... I look great," Dean cockily complimented himself while Roman and Seth laughed.

"Damn, hot mama," Paige muttered, totally oblivious to the fact that she just uttered the dreaded word, 'mama.' Covering her mouth she quickly looked for anyone around them, sighing when she realized they were completely alone, thank God.

"Dumbass," Brit smiled, shaking her head.

"We're here to present for Diva of the year... Here are the nominees," Roman said.

She smirked when her name flashed across the screen, showcasing moments from her match with Nikki Bella six months back for the Diva's title. It pained her even more as she saw the highlights leading to the eventual victory over Nikki, one of her proudest moments. With a sigh, she held back her tears. So this was it... This was her final glory for who knew how fucking long.

From the monitor she was watching, Seth had the biggest grin on his face as his eyes scanned the name appearing from the now opened envelope. He chuckled, letting his brothers see the name first. "Our own beautiful, Brit Ryan."

Groaning, she held her title close to her side as she walked through the curtain and onto the stage ready to deliver the news she had been dreading all day long.

X

'This isn't the end of me. This isn't the end of Brit Ryan... This isn't the end of what I started or what I want to continue when I come back. But when I do, I will be one hundred percent and I will take back what is rightfully mine,' she was able to mutter, all the while keeping her composure and holding back tears. Backstage, away from the cameras and crowd was a completely different story.

It was a while after the show as Brit sat on the edge of the bed in her hotel room in complete shambles as those very words from her moving announcement rang through her head like a broken record.

"So I'll be in LA for the doctor's appointment next Friday, right?" Seth asked, looking through the calendar on his phone.

"Uh yeah, but it's not that big of a deal... It won't get exciting till a couple weeks from now when we get to find out what it actually is," she shrugged, pulling her curled hair into a high ponytail.

"I told you I was going to every appointment with you, sweetheart... Anything to do with the baby, I'm there. I promise."

"Okay," she said, forcing a smile as she fell back onto the bed, wanting to bury her face into the pillows.

"You okay?" He asked, crawling into the bed to lie beside her.

She shrugged again, staring off into the distance. "Tonight was honestly the hardest thing I ever had to do," her voice cracked.

"I know," he said quietly, his hand on her thigh.

"I worked so hard to get where I am today, only to have it pulled right from under me... And to think I have to juggle being a mom and coming back to do what I love... I really don't know if I can do it," she admitted, wiping away the stray tears falling freely down her cheeks. "What if this is the end?"

"Britney," he mumbled as she held her head in her hands, completely broken. "You won't be gone forever... We'll figure everything when you're ready to come back."

"I know... It's just hard to adjust to this. I've been going nonstop for five years in the indies, just made a big break like a year ago and now it's stalled. And now I'm transitioning from wrestler to mom... It's a lot to handle. And I can't even imagine how you must feel..."

"I'm scared," Seth started, shifting beside her. "I'm not gonna lie, I'm fucking nervous," he chuckled nervously. "But we can do this... You know I'm here for you and I always will be baby. We're gonna be awesome at this, I promise."

She nodded, a small smile creeping at her lips. "Thank God I got a place with two bedrooms, huh?"

She watched as his fingers intertwined with hers and she rested her head against his shoulder. "What a coincidence," he laughed.

"Can you believe something is in there?" She mumbled, pulling the material of her shirt to expose her stomach. "I still can't."

"You won't until it starts looking like that thing from Alien, my favourite part ever... When it starts looking like it's going to pop out of your stomach."

Brit made a face, completely mortified by what he said. "Thank you for that lovely visual Seth... I swear, I won't be able to live with myself for the next seven months," she laughed.

Seth laughed, pulling her face close to his, planting his lips on hers. They were soon interrupted by the front door of their hotel suite opening with Paige and Roman casually strolling right to their room.

"So this is what it's like rooming with these two... I forgot since it's been forever," Brit mumbled sarcastically.

"Hello," Paige sang, skipping her way into the room.

"What are you doing? What if we were completely naked or fucking, Paige?" Brit asked, annoyed at her friend.

"Then I would have seen some seriously hot MILF action, Britney" Paige shrugged. "But for real, I missed you even though I saw you a couple hours ago. And Roman wants to take us out to see the Vegas strip before you leave. Good enough reason to bug you now?"

"Don't remind me that I'm leaving," Brit mumbled.

"So... Come out with us. You can come too Seth," Paige said, leaving the two to think it over.

"What do you wanna do?" he asked, watching as Paige sat atop Roman's lap on the couch by the front door.

"Kill Paige for reminding me that I'm leaving tomorrow..."

Seth chuckled, a plan up his sleeve. "You know, you can always leave after the show instead..."

"Then I'd have to deal with people still asking me why I'm out for however long they think I'll be out..."

"Let them... If you'd let me, I'd be screaming to the entire world that my beautiful girlfriend is almost two months pregnant with my baby."

Brit sighed, knowing she couldn't deny she wanted to spend more time with him. So she nodded, accepting his offer. "Fine, fine... I'll fly out Wednesday instead. But you're changing my flight for me," she smiled.

"Done."

X

Dean slumped around his apartment, chugging a beer as he muttered incoherent gibberish to himself. In his grip was the sonogram photo from earlier as he grew obsessed with the splotchy image.

He left Summer asleep in his bed, having fucked her countless times since they got there. He tried to sleep beside her, even hold her in his arms desperately trying to fill a void.

But all he could think of was Brit and the baby.

He needed to stop. He told her he was done with her shit, and for a moment he was. But what the hell does he know?

Dean needed Brit... He needed the baby to be his. He'd been trying to get her back this entire time only to have it blow up in his face. He finally lost her, but he'd keep holding on willingly.

He ended up in front of his fridge, grabbing another beer from inside. Popping it open, he chugged violently as his eyes fell to the pictures of him and Brit still stuck on the fridge.

He groaned, grabbing a hold of the pictures in one hand. He wanted desperately to throw them away, to forget all about the one girl who had such a hold on his heart even when they weren't together. But he couldn't... Aside from the possibility of fatherhood, this was the last thing he had left of her. And it saddened him.

"Please, let this baby be mine," he rasped, chugging his beer again.

"Baby?" He heard Summer ask as she tip toed around the corner wearing next to nothing.

"What do you mean baby?" she asked, eyeing his hand suspiciously.

Dean thought for a second. He could have denied what he'd said and kicked her out, leaving it at that. But this was his chance to fuel the fire; let Summer in on the big secret and maybe Seth would find out through her big mouth... Or he could burn everything to the ground and lose the slim chance of ever getting Brit back.

He needed to take a risk and maybe Summer was there to help.

"Britney's pregnant," he mumbled, waving the photo in front of her face.

That was the fuel to the fire and he could only hope that maybe Seth would find out somehow. He was ready to lose a friend in the hopes of gaining his love back, eventually.