Chapter 26

Stepping out of the shower, Keyla felt refreshed and ready for whatever the day brought. She'd gone for a morning jog earlier to get some kind of exercise in and the hot shower was to wash away the grime. Jogging helped clear her mind and Vegas was beautiful, especially in the morning with its breathtaking sunrise. Sleep evaded her ever since the suspension happened and Jon had to go back on the road without her. Keyla hoped April left him alone while she was gone, though she highly doubted that would happen. With her being gone, it gave April the perfect opportunity to try coaxing Jon into bed again. Even after Jon retrieved her from Sami and Gina's to bring her home, Keyla couldn't relax or put her mind at ease about the situation.

The company was doing everything in their power to find the crazed fangirls, but the fact they hadn't yet unnerved Keyla. She couldn't imagine what Lennox was going through either. The woman was more insecure than she was, for good reason too. With the doctor appointments and testing at the hospital, at least Keyla had something to preoccupy her while Lennox was in Pensacola with her fathers. Only they could provide so much distraction before she would be thinking about Roman being in danger again. Thankfully, it was Wednesday and Lennox's mind could be put to rest because Roman was on a plane on his way home to be with her and meet her family.

Since Keyla hadn't heard from Jon, she assumed he was stuck on the road doing media and covering for Roman. It didn't bother her; this was a big deal for her best friend and she didn't mind Jon helping them out. Did she miss him? More than anything, but Keyla would see him on Monday. She couldn't wait to talk to Lennox and find out all the details on how her fathers reacted to Roman, especially since he was a professional wrestler. Their daughter had been hurt badly by one and now she was dating another. Talk about a clusterfuck, Keyla thought, pulling out her blow-dryer and began brushing her hair, not wanting to let it air-dry. Maybe she would get out of the apartment for the day and go to a museum or something instead of staying at home being miserable.

After her hair was done and teeth brushed, Keyla slid into her dark blue cotton robe and opened the door to go to the bathroom to get dressed. Only to get the biggest surprise as electric blues met stunned citrine. He was home. Jon was actually standing in front of her with a cocky smirk on his face and Keyla didn't know whether to jump in his arms or sock him in the nose. The bastard didn't bother calling and telling her he was coming home! Still, that didn't stop Keyla from welcoming him home by pulling his face down to hers and passionately kissing him, his arms instantly encircling her waist to pull her closer to his body. Jon's hands slid down to her robe covered backside and gripped it, pulling her up against him to where her legs wrapped around his waist, carrying her from the bathroom down the hall to the bedroom.

No words had to be said between them. It was one of the special quirks about Jon and Keyla's relationship not a lot of other couples had. They would rather show how they felt for each other through actions instead of talking about it. Jon was a man of action, always had been and it was one of the many things Keyla loved about him. They had a lot to talk about regarding Keyla's doctor appointments and the upcoming procedures she'd have to have done in order to remove the filshie clips, but not now. All she wanted to focus on was enjoying being with her man again in their bed at home. It didn't take long for her robe to disappear or his clothes, his face burying between her soft thighs. Jon told Roman he planned on spending the next two days in this position and he rarely broke a vow he made.

Once they completely reconciled and sexually satisfied lying in bed together, Keyla pondered if this was the right time to tell Jon about their obstacle on the road to having a baby. Her finger swirled around his chest, enjoying the slight hair he'd let grow out and her head rested on his shoulder with his arm draped around her waist. So much for the shower she'd just taken. Keyla felt Jon bury his nose in her hair and sighed in contentment, finally raising her eyes enough to lock on his. He was such a good man, patient and sweet with an edgy attitude at times. Jon had definitely changed from who he used to be back in the Independent days, opening up more and Keyla had no doubt in her mind he'd be a terrific father. If they were able to have children, that is.

"What's wrong?" Jon caught the hint of sadness in Keyla's eyes, raising a brow and caressed her back with his fingers as she sat up a little more on his chest.

Now was the time to tell him. Keyla couldn't wait until after WrestleMania to tell him Doctor Parkins' diagnosis and the procedures that would follow. "What if it's just us for the rest of our lives? What if this is our life and we can never change how it is? Is what we have enough to be happy and content?" These questions had to be answered for her own sanity and peace of mind.

Pushing to sit up to lean against the headboard, Jon took a moment to search Keyla's face and saw so much doubt in her eyes, it made his heart twinge painfully. "Darlin', you are more than enough for me." Was she having second thoughts about having a baby with him? Hell, who wouldn't? "Wanna tell me what's going on in your head?"

"I'm sorry. I just had to be sure I was enough for you in case…in case I can't give you a baby." Keyla let out a shaky breath, looking away from him as tears stung her eyes. "Because it might be more difficult than we thought to make it happen."

"Okay." Jon was prepared to hear bad news regarding the baby topic and he hated seeing how broken up Keyla was over it. He reached out to take her hand, lacing their fingers together. "What does that mean? Is there a possibility or…?"

For the next hour, Keyla took her time explaining to Jon the diagnosis and telling him about the foreign objects called filshie clips her parents had planted inside of her at age 16. Along with the procedures she would have to get done to first test and make sure she could even conceive once the clips were removed and to actually have them extracted. It was a lot for Jon to digest; he was an intelligent man, but some of the medical terminology coming out of Keyla's mouth had his mind reeling.

"So…if there's enough tubing…" He didn't know how else to say it, trying to piece the puzzle together in his brain. "If they can fix your tubes, you're saying we can have a baby once the clips are removed. But if there's not then…"

"We won't be able to…or at least, you won't be able to have a baby with me." Keyla finished, swallowing hard at the thought of losing Jon simply because her body couldn't give him something he wanted. "I was going to wait until after Mania to tell you all of this. I didn't expect you to come home or get these days off. There's no way I would've told you while on the road because I want you completely focused on the job. No distractions…"

Holding his hand up, Jon didn't appreciate his girlfriend calling herself a distraction because that was the last thing she was to him. "Enough. When is the test scheduled for?" He'd be there for her and would not let Keyla go through this alone.

"I scheduled it while you're overseas on the European tour and…"

"No, reschedule it." Jon cut her off, shaking his head and stood up from the bed, feeling the overwhelming urge to smoke. "You're not doing this alone, Keyla. I don't give a fuck. The tour is only 2 weeks and then…"

"It's just a test and I'll experience some cramping at the very most. Lennox isn't going on the tour either, so I can have her stay with me until you get back and then schedule for the clips to be removed. But I will know whether or not there's a possibility I can carry a baby before the actual surgery takes place. I just want these things out of me as soon as possible." Keyla explained, feeling violated now that she knew these clips were inside of her and had been for half of her life. "Please calm down, baby. I know you want to be there for me and you will be for when the actual surgery happens. This is just a test and it takes an hour at the most. You have countless fans overseas excited to see the Lunatic Fringe and you're not disappointing them because of me."

When would this stubborn woman get it through her thick skull she was ALL that mattered to him? Jon would move heaven and earth for her; work was the LAST thing on his mind and the first on hers. It frustrated him to no end because he promised Keyla wouldn't have to go through this alone. He wanted to be there with her every step of the way, even for a test that was considered an outpatient surgery. Any kind of surgery didn't set well with Jon, especially when it was the woman he loved being operated on in any capacity. He understood why she wanted the surgery, knowing if her parents weren't already dead and buried, he would've made it happen for what they did to their daughter.

"So is it even fucking safe to have sex right now with those things inside of you?" Jon asked, suppressing his temper and felt like a dick for not checking with Keyla regarding her doctor's appointments. "If I would've known…"

Keyla smiled at how worried he was and slid from the bed to rub his back, nuzzling her face against it. "Yes, it's perfectly fine." She hadn't asked Doctor Parkins that question, but figured something would've happened or ruptured by now with all the times she'd had sex over the years.

"Not lying to me are you?" Jon demanded, refusing to put Keyla's health in danger in order to get his rocks off and turned around to stare in her eyes, never knowing when the woman was lying these days. "Keyla…"

"I promise, it's fine to have sex and do all the dirty things you enjoy doing with me." Keyla did the cross sign over her heart before sifting her fingers through his chest hair again, pressing against him. "Doctor Parkins told me there's a very good chance I'll be perfectly fine after the surgeries to have a baby. She's optimistic about it and I trust her."

That didn't make Jon feel any better about this situation, hating how much pain Keyla had to go through because of her dead parents. "If anything happens to you…" Keyla's finger pressing against his mouth cut him off and was quickly replaced with her lips, arms wrapping around his neck forcing him to bend to her level.

"Stop worrying." Keyla ordered in a soft mumble against his mouth, backing Jon up until she could push him down on the bed to straddle his lap. "Think of it this way: We have plenty of time to practice and, as you've said, practice makes perfect."

Sliding her lips down his strong jaw to his ear, Keyla could feel his body tensing for a completely different reason and enjoyed the effect she always had on him. She only had him home for 2 days and they wouldn't be spending it arguing about her surgeries. It would happen her way and Jon would get over it. She didn't want to think about the upcoming procedures, the crazed fangirl April or Baron Corbin, who she still hadn't told Jon about yet. With everything going on in their lives, telling Jon about her fling with Baron seemed small compared to the current obstacles in front of them. One day, she would tell him, but Keyla had overwhelmed him enough with the baby situation and didn't want to add to his stress level, not with WrestleMania on the horizon. No longer did Keyla feel anxious about the Baron situation; they were friends and nothing more. If Jon caught them talking to each other going forward, she would deal with it then.

By the time they took a reprieve from lovemaking, the day had melted away and nightfall appeared. Jon watched Keyla sleep peacefully in bed beside him, brushing a strand of dark blue hair away from her cheek and inhaled her intoxicating scent. She was so beautiful from the top of her head to the tips of her toes and everywhere in-between. Keyla was the perfect woman in his eyes and if he ever lost her because of his need to have a baby, Jon would die right along with her. She was the light in his dark life; his love wrestling no longer compared to how he felt for Keyla. He wanted to marry her and make honest people out of them both, but only when they were ready. Slipping out of bed, unable to sleep, Jon pulled on some jersey shorts and a baseball cap before heading out of the bedroom to grab a bottled water out of the fridge.

Maybe taking a bike ride through the desert would help ease his mind a little. Jon pulled on a sweatshirt, knowing it would be cold since the sun was gone and pulled socks and shoes on, grabbing a couple more bottles of water to be on the safe side. He had no idea how long he'd be out there, so much on his mind regarding Keyla's upcoming surgeries, his plan to take care of the crazed fangirls that nearly wrecked his and Roman's lives and WrestleMania. It was enough to drive anyone mad, but Jon was a professional and would take one day at a time like he had ever since he was born. Dragging his bike out of the storage area downstairs below the building, Jon looked back up at the window of their apartment and knew Keyla would sleep for the rest of the night. He'd worn her out and after they ate dinner, she was drained of energy. Jon could tell she hadn't slept well since the suspension and, truthfully, neither had he. It'd been a while since he had a decent bike ride through the trenches of Vegas and Jon hoped it exhausted him enough to get some sleep eventually.

Halfway through his biking, Jon's cell phone vibrated in his pocket and he stopped to pull it out and read. All set for Saturday? It was from Roman; the big man was eager to get the plan underway apparently.

Yeah, called the boys and they'll be waiting. Now go be with Lennox, see you on Friday. Jon sent back, slipping the phone back in his pocket and continued on his journey, not realizing Roman was doing anything except spending time with his woman on his days off.