"I'm just gonna give it to you straight Jord" Hunter said, closing the door quietly behind him. "No can do. The higher ups, they want you there for the pay per view. In the ring, well, at least ringside, after Ambrose wins." "And if I don't?" I asked quietly, fighting back tears as I looked at him. He winced before speaking. "Then Ambrose doesn't get time off after the baby is born" he said simply. I looked at him in horror. "This isn't fair Paul" I whispered. He shook his head and put his arms around me as I let the tears fall. "I know" he said quietly. "My husband is a workhorse when it comes to this company" I said, pushing him away and wiping my eyes. "You do realise that I had to talk him out of retiring when the baby is born, right?" Now it was his turn to look at me in horror. "He wouldn't?" he spluttered. I nodded. "Oh, he would" I said. "Ask Nick, or Colby. They both know I had to talk him out of it. If he doesn't get time off, he'll be gone. Mark my words." I pulled the door open and ran out of the office.
"Jordan?" Paige asked as I walked quickly up the corridor. "Hide me" I said, grabbing her arm and pulling her to the divas dressing room. "I need to make it look like I haven't been crying." She nodded and pushed the door open quickly. "Come on" she said, helping me sit down. "We're gonna get you sorted, and you're gonna explain everything to me while we do. Deal?" I nodded slowly and she smiled. "Good" she said, grabbing her bag.
"That's fucking terrible!" she yelled when I finished explaining. "How can they expect you to do that? Surely it's not safe for you ringside when you're fit to burst?" I nodded. "Jon is gonna flip" I said. She shook her head. "He can't find out, Jord" she said. "What choice do I have?" I asked. "If I don't do it, my husband doesn't get time off to be with me and our baby." "Leave it with me" she said softly. "I'm gonna go bamboozle them with health and safety facts. You ain't going anywhere near that ring on Sunday, I promise you." I watched helplessly as she ran out of the locker room.
"There you are" Jon said, wrapping his arms around me as soon as I set foot outside the locker room. "I've been looking for you everywhere. You ok?" I started to nod, then shook my head. "We gotta talk" I said quietly. He looked at me warily before nodding. "Ok" he said. "Locker room?" I nodded and let him lead me to the door. "Jordan!" Paige yelled. I paused and watched as she ran towards me. "Before you do what I think you're gonna do" she said breathlessly. "Hunter wants a word. Now." Jon frowned. "Somebody wanna fill me in?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and looking at us both. Paige shrugged. "Sure" she said. "Hunter apparently has no problem blackmailing your wife over whether you get to spend time with her and your newborn lunatic after the pay per view." Jon frowned at her. "In English?" he asked. Paige grinned. "Ambrose" she said slowly. "If Jordan doesn't appear ringside with you on Sunday, you don't get to see your child born. Better?" "Over my fucking dead body!" he yelled, pushing us both out of the way and running up the corridor. "Oops" Paige said, winking at me. "My job here is done." She kissed my cheek quickly and skipped back into the divas locker room. I groaned and made my way to Hunter's office quickly before Jon killed him.
The yelling was loud. Real loud. "Jon! Stop it!" I screamed, just to make myself heard. He paused for a second, literally a second, before tearing into Hunter again. "I am gonna get every health and safety guy on this" he warned. "There is no way Jordan is going ringside on Sunday. It's not safe for her, or my baby." Hunter smirked. "The way I see it, Ambrose" he said, straightening his tie. "Is, she doesn't really have a choice. Unless she wants to be bringing up baby alone while you do every single piece of media I can get them to throw at you." Jon looked at me quickly, then shook his head. "Wanna bet?" he asked, squaring up to Hunter yet again. Hunter nodded. "Actually, yes" he said, sniggering. Jon shook his head and backed away. "You lose, Hunter" he said, walking over to me and holding my hand. "My wife wins." Hunter frowned. "How?" he spluttered. Jon grinned. "Because" he said. "You can shove your championship up your ass. I quit." He pulled me out of the room and down the corridor before I could argue.