Chapter Twenty-eight Disclaimer:Please use this as reference in all chapters of this story. I do not own anyone involved in this story with the exception of Krys, her baby, and her family. All others are property of themselves and Vince McMahon, the lucky bastard. Any situations that have occurred, or will occur in this story that may have happened in real life or otherwise are strictly coincidence, and nothing else. Thank you for opting not to sue.

A Half Hour Earlier…

Krys had just come out of the bathroom closest to her bedroom for what seemed like the umpteenth time that evening. Though her doctor told her that she would get used to the idea of going to the bathroom constantly, it still seemed like she'd never get used to it.

Walking out of the bathroom, she felt a pang at the base of her spine. Touching a hand to the small of her back as she eased herself down the stairs, she swore. "Damn, I'll be glad when this is over," she grumbled to herself as she headed into the kitchen to get a glass of milk. She had just gone to reach for a glass, when another back pain hit, causing her to let out a low moan. "Damn…" she whimpered, closing her eyes as the pain hit.

Shannon, who had just come into the kitchen to make dinner for himself, Kat and Krys, spotted Krys steadying herself at the kitchen island. "Are you okay?" he asked, rushing over to her.

"No… I feel a little funny…"

"Do you wanna sit down?"

"Good idea," she managed to choke out. Shannon escorts her back into the living room, where he sits her down into an easy chair. There, Krys looked down at her watch. 9:43 PM.

From her seat on the sofa, Kat stood up as best she could and asked, "Are you okay, Krys?"

Shannon had gone back into the kitchen to find something for the three of them to eat, when Krys felt the second stomach pain. "Are you getting them, too?" Kat asked, grimacing.

Krys turned to look at her. "You too?"

Kat nodded. "Every seven minutes."

"SEVEN MINUTES?!" she shrieked, just as Shannon came through the door, carrying a tray with three steaming bowls.

"Dinner's ready, guys--what's seven minutes?"

Kat looked at him simply, almost rolling her eyes as she sarcastically says, "Oh, nothing, Shannon. Nothing except the face that my contractions are coming every seven minutes."

"Oh… CONTRACTIONS?!" he freaked, nearly dropping the bowls of stew he was carrying.

"Don't worry," Kat reassured him. "It's not time yet." She eyed Shannon, who was turning pale, and rolled her eyes once more. "Can you hand me my dinner, please? I'm starving over here."

"It may not be her time yet, Shannon," Krys started, panting slightly, "but I do believe I'm being hit by contractions. I could use a little help over here, or maybe even an ambulance to get me to the hospital, just in case I am going into labor?" Her voice then rose to a shriek, as she bellowed, "WHAT, AM I DOING THIS ALL BY MYSELF?! SHANNON, HELP ME HERE!"

Shannon squeaked ever so slightly, rushed over to the phone. He then turned back to Krys, a panicked look across his face. "Wait, Krys, has your water broke yet?"

"Well, I believe my poor fucking leather chair is ruined, and it's soaked my carpet, so YES!" Krys was grasping her stomach, a grimace on her face.

"Have you timed your pains? How far apart are they?" Kat asked, coming over and placing her hand over Krys' in an effort to calm her down, before she made the Prince of Punk cry like a little girl.

"Uh…they've been happening a few times every ten minutes." Krys was starting to practice her breathing. "Shannon, where's the FUCKING AMBULANCE?" she shouted.

"Just a minute, Krys," Shannon whimpered, clutching the phone before he fainted to the floor. "Yes, Dr. Johnson, it's Shannon Moore, a friend of one of your patients, Krys. Um…she's going into labor, her water's broke, and she has pains every ten minutes."

"Alright, here's what you do," Dr. Johnson said calmly through the phone. "I've just sent an ambulance out to her home to pick her up; it's on the way."

"Should I boil some water?"

Laughing, the doctor said, "Not necessarily, unless you want to make some tea." The doctor could hear Krys practicing her breathing from her Lamaze lessons. "Good, she's been practicing her breathing exercises," the doctor praised.

As Krys practiced her breathing exercises, Kat began timing her own. "Get mine and Krys' bags," she said calmly to Shannon.

"Where's Krys' bag at?" Shannon was slowly beginning to hyperventilate.

"Over by the door."

"Well…why do I need to get yours?"

Kat rolled her eyes. "Jesus H. Christ. Because it's my turn too."

The color drained from Shannon's face once again. The one thing he wished he could do right then and there, was run screaming from the house, and run right into the nearest bar to get drunk. "I…I'll get your bag," he panted, running up the stairs into Kat's room, and came back down ten seconds later, holding the bag, and puffing slightly.

The ambulance then showed up, and Shannon let the paramedics in. The paramedics loaded the two women up onto the stretchers and loaded them into the ambulance, timing their contractions, which had gone down to every seven minutes. Shannon followed in his car, having been too scared to travel in the back of the ambulance with the two women, who were dangerous enough without labor pains.

Picking up his cell phone as he followed the flashing lights of the ambulance, he dialed Jeff's phone. "'Lo?" he answered, calm and cool as ever.

"Where the hell's Matt?"

"Shannon? Matty's in his hotel room by now, I guess, why?"

"I'm on my way to the hospital! The girls are in labor!"

"…Say what?"

"Hell, yeah, they are! You asshole, you stuck me with two pregnant women!"

"Alright," Jeff said. "Calm down, and get to the hospital safely. I'll try and reach Matt for Krys, and let him know what's up. If I can't get through to him, I'll call you back and let you know, so you can call him. Which hospital are they taking the girls to?"

"I believe it's University of Penn. If not there, I'll let you know, so you and Matt can get back here to Philly." Shannon watched the ambulance pull into the emergency entrance, and turned to head into the parking lot. "I'll let you know if I hear anything." He hung up with Jeff, parked his car, and hurried out of the car, and into the hospital.

He went to the emergency ward, where a nurse directed him to the maternity ward. There, he filled out information forms, while Krys and Kat lay in their rooms, cursing out the fathers of their children. Krys, who had been practicing her Lamaze, continued practicing her breathing, while poor Kat, who hadn't had the time to schedule any Lamaze classes, screamed, ranted, and raved, cursing Jeff and Adam for whichever one of them had the balls to knock her up.

A Half Hour Later…

"What do you mean, Krys is in labor?!" Matt shouted. "It's too early for her to be having the baby!"

"Tell that to that baby; it decided to come early!" Shannon yelled back.

"Alright, I'm getting my stuff together now; I'll try to be there in a few hours," Matt said, his normally calm and logical side giving way to excitement. "I'll see you when I get there, Shan." He ended the call, and grabbed together the last of his things and tossing them into his suitcase, and called a taxi for an express taxi. Just as he was about to go out the door, the hotel phone rang. Roaring with impatience, he snatched the phone up and barked, "Hardy."

"Your taxi is here, Mr. Hardy," a desk clerk told him.

"Thank you," he snapped, and slammed the phone down on the hook. He ran down the hall to the elevator, hopped on, and got off at the main lobby. He stopped at the front desk, paid his bill for staying the night, then rushed out the open door that the doorman was holding open, and into the first taxi he saw, which, luckily, was his. "Take me to the airport," he barked at the cab driver, who immediately pulled off and started the meter.

Within fifteen minutes' time, the cab had pulled up at the airport. Matt jumped out of the cab, paid the driver his fare, grabbed his suitcase out of the trunk, and ran like a madman into the airport, where he managed to catch a commuter jet to Philadelphia International Airport.

When he stepped off the plane, Matt hailed down the first cab he could find, and raced to the Hospital of the University of Pennsylvania. He hopped out of the cab, paid his fare, and grabbed his bags, running into the hospital. He stopped at the receptionist's desk, his suitcase and gear bag in tow. "Krystle Douglas," he panted, nearly out of breath from all the racing he'd done over the few hours since Shannon let him know that Krys had gone into labor.

The clerk pointed him out to the maternity ward, and Matt rushed his way towards the elevators to get to that floor. At the nurses' station on the fourth floor, Matt stopped and focused his attention on a pretty young Nurse's Assistant. "Can I help you, sir?" she asked, a patient smile on her face.

"Yes. I'm looking for Krystle Hardy's room…?"

"One moment, sir." The assistant checked through her records, then looked back up at Matt's frantic face. "I'm sorry, sir, but there's no Krystle Hardy here right now."

Matt's eyes bugged. "What do you mean, she's not here? Find her!" After a moment's thought, he corrected himself and said, "I'm sorry, her name's Krystle Douglas."

"One moment, sir." The nurse checked her records once more, and nodded. "Here she is. Room three, sir."

"Thank you." He took off down the hall, and sped into room three, and shot the door open just as a contraction hit her.

"What the hell are you doing to her?" he yelled, rushing into the room. Everyone turned to stare at him.

"She's having a contraction, sir," the nurse said. Krys was panting, working through the pain of labor.

After the contraction ended, Krys looked over at Matt. "You finally made it," she whispered. Matt took her hand, just as another pain hit. She squeezed his hand hard enough for him to yell out.

"OWWW! Krys!"

"Let's get her into the delivery room," said the doctor, Krys' OB/GYN. Krys was rushed into the delivery room, where she screamed again. "Take a deep breath," he instructed her, "here it comes!" With one final scream, Krys pushed out her child, and the doctor caught the newborn. "It's a boy!" he announced proudly.

After washing the baby and weighing him, he was wrapped in a blanket, and handed the baby boy to his mother. "My little boy," she whispered softly, cuddling him in her arms. "Look at your beautiful brown eyes. You look just like your daddy."

Matt preened with pride. "Hand him over; I wanna hold him." Krys handed their newborn son over to his father, and Matt locked eyes with him. "Well, what do you know? He does look like me!" He smiled down at his son. The little boy, took one look at his father, opened his mouth, and let loose with the loudest wail either one of them had ever heard.

"That's my boy," he said proudly, handing him back to Krys, who rolled her eyes.

"Yup, sure is. Always with his mouth open," she said dryly, beginning to feed her son. She looked up towards Matt. "Now, there's still the matter of naming the little runt…"

"I know! How about naming him partially after my dad? Gilbert Beauregard Hardy?"

"NO WAY IN HELL!" Even the baby boy looked up at his father as if to say, 'Now what in the hell am I gonna do with a name like THAT, dad? Good goin'.' Krys looked down and commented, "Even the baby hates that name."

Matt pouted. "Well, what do you think would be a good name?"

"Anything but that."

"Ha ha, smart one. You haven't come up with anything better."

"I'll think of something." She looked down at the baby boy once again, and was immediately captured by his entrancingly dark eyes, and little button nose. He's gonna look so much like Matt when he gets older… Krys thought, smiling at the thought.

A few moments later, Jeff came bursting through the door, Shannon hot on his heels. "Kat had her baby!" he cried, his green eyes bright with happy tears. "It's a beautiful baby girl, and she looks just like me!"

"That's great, Jeff," Matt said. "Look at what we have. A gorgeous little boy. You got yourself a nephew, Rainbow Brite."

"And you got yourself a beautiful little niece to spoil rotten."

"Dude, we so have to take a picture of all this," Shannon said. "Just take a picture of you two guys, with your girlfriends and newborn Hardys. Your dad is gonna be ecstatic."

"Isn't he," Matt said, his gaze going down to the now sleeping little boy. "Krys, this is the greatest gift you've ever given me," he whispered, kissing her damp, frizzy hair. "He's perfect."

After WWE RAW - Atlantic City, NJ August 28, 2006

"Tough loss, babe," Kira commented to Randy as she escorted him backstage after he lost to Jeff Hardy. "Are you okay?"

"I'll be fine." Randy then focused his attention on his pregnant wife. "Are you okay?"

"I'm alright, Randy. I just need to sit down in the Divas' locker room for a little bit is all."

"Okay, baby, but let me know when you're ready to go, alright?"

"Sure thing." Kira kissed his cheek, and walked to the Divas' locker room. Halfway there, she ran into her brother Shane. "Hey, Shane, what's going on?"

"Hey, Kira, have you seen little Aurora Rise lately?"

"Sadly, I haven't had the chance to, yet. But Steph emailed me some photos of her from when she was born. She's so adorable!"

"I know. So, Kira, me and Steph each have kids…when's it your turn to add to the contribution of McMahon grandchildren?"

She chuckled lightly. "It's already happened." Seeing Shane's shocked look, she smiled. "Yes, Randy knows. I'm not that far along yet, though."

"Is there anything you need?"

"At the moment, besides some time to sit down before I go get Randy and leave for the night, nothing I can think of."

"Okay, sis, I'll talk to you first thing tomorrow morning. Congrats on the little bundle."

"Thanks, Shane, I'll see you for breakfast tomorrow too?"

"You sure will."

"Bye, Shane."

"Bye, Kira." After saying goodbye to her brother, Kira walked to the Divas' locker room, which thankfully was empty at the time. Kira sighed and put on her makeup.

"Lord, Randy, do you know how happy you make me?" she asked herself, looking in the mirror. "Look at me; I'm practically fucking glowing over here. I hope Kat and Krys are doing okay with their babies." She touched her stomach lightly and lovingly, a smile coming to her face. "Just think, little one, when you get here, you're gonna have the best family and friends around. I'm so glad I met Randy when I did."

"Too bad Randy can't save you…" a voice hissed. Kira whirled around quickly, and a hand clamped over her mouth.

"NO!" she tried screaming, but she couldn't be heard.

The person holding her laughed. "You shouldn't have left me for that asshole, Orton, Kira. He's not good for you. Not like I was. You had a chance at happiness with me, and now look at you. You're carrying his baby. Well, I can put a fix to that for sure."

He carried her out through the back of the arena, where hardly anyone was left, due to hardly anyone except the main-eventers and the people who were needed were still on hand. He loaded her into the backseat of a car, then rushed to the driver's seat, and started to pull off.

Kira spotted Randy in the parking lot, holding his bags, looking around confusedly for Kira. "RANDY!" she screamed. "RANDY!"

Realization dawned on Randy's face, and he dropped his bags and started speeding after the car, seeing the terror on Kira's face through the rear window after she'd screamed his name. He'd hauled ass after the car, but he wasn't nearly as fast, and the black car, a Lincoln Town car, sped off into the night.

"KIRA!" he yelled back. He pulled out his cell and dialed the police's number, reporting to them what had happened, then dialed Kat and Kira.

"Randy?" Randy turned in time to see Shane come up behind him. "What happened?"

"Shane…" Randy grabbed Shane's shoulders, utter sadness and terror gripping at him and showing clearly on his face "…Kira just got kidnapped."

Author's Note: Many thanks go out to all who have read this story from the beginning of "Bank on It", all the way to this story! Unfortunately, I do not know what to name Krys and Matt's baby boy; hence, why this particular chapter has taken so long to finish and update. If you have any ideas, please, feel free to drop me a line via review, or check my profile for my email address. Thanks again, you guys rock!