A/N: My God will you look at that! I managed to update. To be truthful, I
haven't written on this story for ages, but there's still a fair bit to go
before it's finished (If I ever write the ending), but I do enjoy writing
it, so let me know what you think, and please, tell me if it sucks.
Samantha
"I look like an oversized balloon." Lita said as she looked in the mirror, the ice blue dress she'd chosen pulling a little over her stomach, showing off the bump that was now extremely evident.
"You don't," Bill told her, slipping his arms around her waist, joining her reflection. "You look beautiful."
"I don't feel beautiful." She answered.
"Well you are." He promised. "Are you right to go? We'll have to leave in a few minutes. The limo's already here."
As Bill got out of the limo camera flash bulbs went off everywhere, which he ignored as he reached into the car to help Lita out. People behind the barriers gasped to see her, while the Coach and Terri cornered them before they could get inside.
"Lita look at you!" Coach stared at her with wide eyes. "No one expected you to be here tonight!"
"You look beautiful." Terri told her. "How long to go now?"
"Just under four months." Lita told her.
"And here I am thinking you could go into labor any time now." Coach joked.
"That was really funny." Trish's voice sounded from behind them.
"I agree. Maybe we should take you out the back somewhere and beat you senseless." Shawn Michaels added, ignoring the cameras that surrounded them. "Because that's not a nice thing to say to anyone."
Bill eyed Coach, like he wanted to Spear the man there and then, before walking into the building with the others.
"I can't believe how gorgeous you are!" Trish exclaimed, one arm around her friend's waist.
"I wouldn't go that far." Lita told her.
"There are lots of people who would." Stacy told her, joining in the conversation. "You still look so fit and healthy."
"It's not like I sit at home doing nothing." Lita reminded them.
"Bill, Lita." Bischoff greeted them. "Take a seat, make yourselves comfortable."
"Bite me." Lita muttered as she walked past him, knowing full well that the little man heard her, but couldn't do anything about it.
"Hey!" Jeff raced over to her from his table and moved in close to hug her. "I missed you."
"I missed you too. You need to stop by more often. It's not like I go anywhere." She returned the hug and kissed him on the cheek.
"Look at this." He ran one hand ever her expanding belly. "It's amazing. I get to teach the little guy in there how to fly off ladders, and ropes."
"Who said it's a he, and who said it'll be a wrestler at all?" Lita asked him, teasing.
"Bags I get to be the first teacher, after Bill I mean." Jeff shrugged his shoulders at her.
"Come sit you idiot." She pulled him by the hand, reaching out to grab onto Bill's hand too as they weaved through the mass of people, both men doing what they could to protect her from the crush.
"Here we are." Bill pulled out a chair for her, waiting for her to sit down.
"How is it that walking across a room can be so difficult?" She asked everyone.
"How are we all tonight?" Vince asked, stopping by their table.
"Good." Jeff told him. "Can't complain. Lita will."
"Will not." Reflexively she thumped him in the side. "Take that."
"You seem to be very relaxed." Linda told her. "If anyone upsets you, just let me know. You shouldn't get stressed."
"Thank you." Lita told her. "It's nice to know that someone else here actually understands how I'm feeling."
"And us guys don't?" A familiar voice asked.
She smiled. "Shane."
"Hey gorgeous, you look great." He bent down to kiss her cheek.
"Can I have a kiss too Shane?" Jeff teased him, offering his cheek.
"Shut up you freak." Shane said to him, but there was no malice in his voice.
"They're right." Stephanie told her. "It's nice to see you back in the thick of it. We've all been missing you."
"It's nice to be back with everyone, okay most people." Lita corrected herself, "But it's even nicer to know that people missed me."
"Well we did." Vince assured her. "That women's title belt is yours still."
"I love how that was arranged." Lita told him. "But maybe ten straight wins is too much."
"You want to lose your Women's Championship belt?" Shane asked her.
"No." She answered. "But it would nice to see someone almost get it."
"You know you've got a point." Stephanie told her. "How's the baby?"
"Very active." Lita smiled.
"Yeah, you should see her on a bad day." Jeff told them, beginning to mimic her. "My back's stuffed, my front's stuffed and this kid still keeps on kicking. What am I, a football?"
Everyone laughed, including Lita herself. "That was the worst impersonation you have ever done, especially of me." She told him.
"Jeff's not up to his old tricks again is he?" A voice asked.
"Of course." For a split second Lita smiled at the voice. "Hey Matt."
He did a double take when he saw her. "God what happened to you?"
"I swallowed a beach ball." She answered sarcastically.
"That's unusual." Matt replied. "You spoke and it wasn't funny."
"How about get fucked you sorry son of a bitch?" She asked him, somehow managing to keep a straight face. "And don't ever come near me again?"
"Don't come near me then." He shot back.
"Like that's ever going to happen." Lita told him.
"Stay away from my brother."
"Leave me out of this, Matt." Jeff butted in. "I'll spend my time with who I want to, when I want to."
"Bloody impossible as usual." He told her.
"Why don't you go and pick someone up Matt?" She asked the elder Hardy brother.
"I'm with Sable." He answered.
Lita just stared at him a moment. "I rest my case." She stood and turned to everyone else. "Please excuse me."
As she walked away from the table, towards the ladies', Lita could hear about ten people telling Matt off, all at once, with a slap echoing through the room, before Trish and Stacy raced to catch up with her.
"Are you all right Li?" Trish asked, draping an arm around her.
"I'll be just fine." Lita answered shoving the door open violently and walking in to sit down on the couch in the waiting area, and bursting into tears.
"He's a jerk Li." Stacy told her. "You know not to pay any attention to what he says."
"I'm fine." She protested, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Oh honey." Linda McMahon walked in, followed by Stephanie, and knelt down in front of her. "It's okay to cry you know."
"I'm not crying." Lita's words were punctuated by loud sobs.
"Yes, you are." Linda told her gently, passing her a handkerchief.
"I don't want to be crying." She told the four women. "I hate it."
"We know." Trish soothed her.
"No you don't. I hate it. I really hate it. And I hate that he can still make me cry." Lita looked around at the others. "It's not fair."
"It never is." Stephanie told her. "At least you have Bill now. He's a better guy than Matt."
"He really is." Lita told them tearfully. "Do you know he bought me flowers on the anniversary of the first day we met?"
"That sounds nice." Stacy told her. "I wish Scott would remember things like that."
"It was really great. He took me out for dinner too. I cried all the way through the entrees so we went home and ordered Chinese food."
Trish smiled. "See, there's no reason to get so upset over a jerk like Matt."
"I know, but sometimes it's so hard."
"You know I used to be so intimidated by these waiting rooms in the ladies bathrooms." Stacy told them out of the blue.
"Where did that come from?" Stephanie asked.
"I don't know, I was just thinking it for some reason." Stacy answered her.
"I used to think it was just me." Lita told them. "The first time we stayed in a big hotel I just thought, you know I've walked into a private sitting room. A small town girl from Fort Lauderdale, Florida and I was so shy and scared."
Trish smiled. "Yeah, look at you now, big time star."
"No." Lita told her. "I think that the girl from Fort Lauderdale just grew up a little, saw the world for what it really was, and for most part, said 'No, thank you. I'll stay who I am.'"
"I know." Stacy told her. "I hate it when I'm out and men just look at me like I'm a piece of ass, or just legs."
"Men barely ever look into my face when we meet." Trish told them. "They go to look at my legs, or my face, and just stop at my boobs."
"One of the pluses about being pregnant." Lita told them. "They start off by looking at my legs, and by the time they see my belly, I don't get a second glance."
"That's crap." Trish told her. "Do you know how gorgeous you look? Or how many guys have been eyeing you off since we walked in?"
"I guess I became pregnant and oblivious." Lita told her.
"I don't understand men." Trish said loudly, throwing herself down backwards onto the couch.
"You aren't meant to." Lita said absently. "If you were relationships wouldn't be anywhere near as interesting."
"Who said I wanted an interesting relationship?" Trish gave her an exasperated look.
"Look at it this way." Lita began. "We can only give them so much, our bodies, sex, money, prestige, but then, some of them surprise us, because sometimes they only want our hearts."
"That's beautiful." Stephanie told her.
"Believe me, you have to be cynical about the whole gender before you realize stuff like that."
"Then I'll be cynical too." Stacy told her.
Lita laughed.
Samantha
"I look like an oversized balloon." Lita said as she looked in the mirror, the ice blue dress she'd chosen pulling a little over her stomach, showing off the bump that was now extremely evident.
"You don't," Bill told her, slipping his arms around her waist, joining her reflection. "You look beautiful."
"I don't feel beautiful." She answered.
"Well you are." He promised. "Are you right to go? We'll have to leave in a few minutes. The limo's already here."
As Bill got out of the limo camera flash bulbs went off everywhere, which he ignored as he reached into the car to help Lita out. People behind the barriers gasped to see her, while the Coach and Terri cornered them before they could get inside.
"Lita look at you!" Coach stared at her with wide eyes. "No one expected you to be here tonight!"
"You look beautiful." Terri told her. "How long to go now?"
"Just under four months." Lita told her.
"And here I am thinking you could go into labor any time now." Coach joked.
"That was really funny." Trish's voice sounded from behind them.
"I agree. Maybe we should take you out the back somewhere and beat you senseless." Shawn Michaels added, ignoring the cameras that surrounded them. "Because that's not a nice thing to say to anyone."
Bill eyed Coach, like he wanted to Spear the man there and then, before walking into the building with the others.
"I can't believe how gorgeous you are!" Trish exclaimed, one arm around her friend's waist.
"I wouldn't go that far." Lita told her.
"There are lots of people who would." Stacy told her, joining in the conversation. "You still look so fit and healthy."
"It's not like I sit at home doing nothing." Lita reminded them.
"Bill, Lita." Bischoff greeted them. "Take a seat, make yourselves comfortable."
"Bite me." Lita muttered as she walked past him, knowing full well that the little man heard her, but couldn't do anything about it.
"Hey!" Jeff raced over to her from his table and moved in close to hug her. "I missed you."
"I missed you too. You need to stop by more often. It's not like I go anywhere." She returned the hug and kissed him on the cheek.
"Look at this." He ran one hand ever her expanding belly. "It's amazing. I get to teach the little guy in there how to fly off ladders, and ropes."
"Who said it's a he, and who said it'll be a wrestler at all?" Lita asked him, teasing.
"Bags I get to be the first teacher, after Bill I mean." Jeff shrugged his shoulders at her.
"Come sit you idiot." She pulled him by the hand, reaching out to grab onto Bill's hand too as they weaved through the mass of people, both men doing what they could to protect her from the crush.
"Here we are." Bill pulled out a chair for her, waiting for her to sit down.
"How is it that walking across a room can be so difficult?" She asked everyone.
"How are we all tonight?" Vince asked, stopping by their table.
"Good." Jeff told him. "Can't complain. Lita will."
"Will not." Reflexively she thumped him in the side. "Take that."
"You seem to be very relaxed." Linda told her. "If anyone upsets you, just let me know. You shouldn't get stressed."
"Thank you." Lita told her. "It's nice to know that someone else here actually understands how I'm feeling."
"And us guys don't?" A familiar voice asked.
She smiled. "Shane."
"Hey gorgeous, you look great." He bent down to kiss her cheek.
"Can I have a kiss too Shane?" Jeff teased him, offering his cheek.
"Shut up you freak." Shane said to him, but there was no malice in his voice.
"They're right." Stephanie told her. "It's nice to see you back in the thick of it. We've all been missing you."
"It's nice to be back with everyone, okay most people." Lita corrected herself, "But it's even nicer to know that people missed me."
"Well we did." Vince assured her. "That women's title belt is yours still."
"I love how that was arranged." Lita told him. "But maybe ten straight wins is too much."
"You want to lose your Women's Championship belt?" Shane asked her.
"No." She answered. "But it would nice to see someone almost get it."
"You know you've got a point." Stephanie told her. "How's the baby?"
"Very active." Lita smiled.
"Yeah, you should see her on a bad day." Jeff told them, beginning to mimic her. "My back's stuffed, my front's stuffed and this kid still keeps on kicking. What am I, a football?"
Everyone laughed, including Lita herself. "That was the worst impersonation you have ever done, especially of me." She told him.
"Jeff's not up to his old tricks again is he?" A voice asked.
"Of course." For a split second Lita smiled at the voice. "Hey Matt."
He did a double take when he saw her. "God what happened to you?"
"I swallowed a beach ball." She answered sarcastically.
"That's unusual." Matt replied. "You spoke and it wasn't funny."
"How about get fucked you sorry son of a bitch?" She asked him, somehow managing to keep a straight face. "And don't ever come near me again?"
"Don't come near me then." He shot back.
"Like that's ever going to happen." Lita told him.
"Stay away from my brother."
"Leave me out of this, Matt." Jeff butted in. "I'll spend my time with who I want to, when I want to."
"Bloody impossible as usual." He told her.
"Why don't you go and pick someone up Matt?" She asked the elder Hardy brother.
"I'm with Sable." He answered.
Lita just stared at him a moment. "I rest my case." She stood and turned to everyone else. "Please excuse me."
As she walked away from the table, towards the ladies', Lita could hear about ten people telling Matt off, all at once, with a slap echoing through the room, before Trish and Stacy raced to catch up with her.
"Are you all right Li?" Trish asked, draping an arm around her.
"I'll be just fine." Lita answered shoving the door open violently and walking in to sit down on the couch in the waiting area, and bursting into tears.
"He's a jerk Li." Stacy told her. "You know not to pay any attention to what he says."
"I'm fine." She protested, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Oh honey." Linda McMahon walked in, followed by Stephanie, and knelt down in front of her. "It's okay to cry you know."
"I'm not crying." Lita's words were punctuated by loud sobs.
"Yes, you are." Linda told her gently, passing her a handkerchief.
"I don't want to be crying." She told the four women. "I hate it."
"We know." Trish soothed her.
"No you don't. I hate it. I really hate it. And I hate that he can still make me cry." Lita looked around at the others. "It's not fair."
"It never is." Stephanie told her. "At least you have Bill now. He's a better guy than Matt."
"He really is." Lita told them tearfully. "Do you know he bought me flowers on the anniversary of the first day we met?"
"That sounds nice." Stacy told her. "I wish Scott would remember things like that."
"It was really great. He took me out for dinner too. I cried all the way through the entrees so we went home and ordered Chinese food."
Trish smiled. "See, there's no reason to get so upset over a jerk like Matt."
"I know, but sometimes it's so hard."
"You know I used to be so intimidated by these waiting rooms in the ladies bathrooms." Stacy told them out of the blue.
"Where did that come from?" Stephanie asked.
"I don't know, I was just thinking it for some reason." Stacy answered her.
"I used to think it was just me." Lita told them. "The first time we stayed in a big hotel I just thought, you know I've walked into a private sitting room. A small town girl from Fort Lauderdale, Florida and I was so shy and scared."
Trish smiled. "Yeah, look at you now, big time star."
"No." Lita told her. "I think that the girl from Fort Lauderdale just grew up a little, saw the world for what it really was, and for most part, said 'No, thank you. I'll stay who I am.'"
"I know." Stacy told her. "I hate it when I'm out and men just look at me like I'm a piece of ass, or just legs."
"Men barely ever look into my face when we meet." Trish told them. "They go to look at my legs, or my face, and just stop at my boobs."
"One of the pluses about being pregnant." Lita told them. "They start off by looking at my legs, and by the time they see my belly, I don't get a second glance."
"That's crap." Trish told her. "Do you know how gorgeous you look? Or how many guys have been eyeing you off since we walked in?"
"I guess I became pregnant and oblivious." Lita told her.
"I don't understand men." Trish said loudly, throwing herself down backwards onto the couch.
"You aren't meant to." Lita said absently. "If you were relationships wouldn't be anywhere near as interesting."
"Who said I wanted an interesting relationship?" Trish gave her an exasperated look.
"Look at it this way." Lita began. "We can only give them so much, our bodies, sex, money, prestige, but then, some of them surprise us, because sometimes they only want our hearts."
"That's beautiful." Stephanie told her.
"Believe me, you have to be cynical about the whole gender before you realize stuff like that."
"Then I'll be cynical too." Stacy told her.
Lita laughed.
