A/N: Just thought I'd give you guys a heads up. It's not going to be a happy ending. I'm just feeling that way right now. Sorry.
James Fuller sat in his rented car at the top of the hill. He'd had to rent an expensive car to fit in with the neighborhood. Battered or cheap cars had no place here, they'd draw so much attention and most probably suspicion just parked at the side of the road as he was. Hell, if he lived here, he'd call the police straight away to investigate if he saw a strange man, who looked as if he could do with a buck, parked just down the road from him. You couldn't be too careful these days, a lot of people out there would do anything to have what all these people in this neighborhood had. He knew that only too well as he'd made his living extracting as much as he could out of these rich fucks before someone had ruined it all for him. And he was starting to think that someone was Dani.
The woman had him followed for God knows how long so she could serve him the divorce papers, surely she had seen the things he had been up to. She was the reason the feds had come down on his bosses and thus made him a wanted man. It was all her fault. Had she not seen that he had been doing all of that because of her? If she hadn't had him arrested for those few months, he wouldn't have been unemployable and would probably have got a decent job. If she hadn't been keeping her millions from him, he wouldn't have had to resort to all those criminal acts to get by. If she hadn't been such a useless, adulterous, lazy bitch, he wouldn't have had to leave her lying in a pool of her own blood at the bottom of the stairs. It was all down to her. He should have just finished her off when he had the chance.
Looking down at the house again, he saw that idiot and his wife, Toni come out of the house laughing at something. These two had always been disgustingly happy. It had always sickened him when they'd gone to visit them early on in his and Dani's relationship, how Shawn had let his woman walk all over him, how she'd got away with anything with just a stupid little smile at her husband. That was when he'd decided to cut Dani away from all of that, in case she got any ideas. He'd wanted to make sure she knew who was the boss in their relationship, who called all the shots. He couldn't have her thinking she could use her body to get whatever she wanted, the way Toni did. He'd had to cut that ugly trait from her as soon as he could.
The pretty boy came out next, carrying a large bag. Was he leaving now? These wrestlers were always on the road, it was no wonder most of them could not maintain normal relationships. He had no doubt they all ended up sleeping with each other, they probably had all sorts of orgies in their locker rooms. With those slutty divas about, he couldn't say he blamed them.
Well, if pretty boy was going, he'd have to get him another time. He'd deal with Dani and Shawn here first.
He watched as pretty boy put the bag in the car and walked back to the house, signalling something to someone in the house, obviously Dani. She'd always been like that, always holding everything back, not caring that there were people waiting on her. He hadn't seen her since the night he had tracked her to that little hotel, and he hadn't heard her voice since that night when Shawn had answered her phone. That meant she hadn't done her monthly deposits since then and he'd long since run out of cash. He had to depend on a loan from an old friend to tide him over until he got his hands on Dani and he could get all her money transfered to him. Yes, the slut had a lot to answer for.
He saw her come out of the house, laughing at something someone had said. God, the bitch was beautiful! And right now she looked absolutely glowing. He couldn't wait to get his hands on her and sink himself into her ample offerings, just like old times. Then he'd do away with the bitch like the fungus she was.
It took him a few seconds to realise that something was different, then he saw the large bulge of her stomach and wondered how he could have missed it. The bitch had got herself knocked up! His wife was carrying another man's child!
"You bitch!" he called out angrily, punching the window of the expensive car in anger.
The lying whore. All this time, she'd known she was pregnant. She'd never planned on breaking things of with Orton at all. The conniving little whore! How the hell could she have allowed the seed of another man to grow inside her, where his kids where meant to grow? How could she stoop so low? Had she not learned her lesson before, that until he was good and ready, she would not carry a child in her womb? Especially not another man's child.
The bitch was dead. So dead.
He punched the window a few more times as he realesd some of his anger, cracking it in the process, then used his binoculars to smash it completely. All the while, he swore and called Dani all the obscene names under the sun. He had never been so angry. Noone of the women he had met had ever had the guts to do what this bitch had and for a good reason. He guarded his possesions jealously, they all knew that. Dani was his possession and now she was tainted. He had been willing to overlook her whoring because he'd believed she had not thought he would come back to her. Now to find out, not only had she carried on whoring, she'd got herself knocked up.
His mind's eye saw clearly what he was going to do to her, what he was going to do to that bastard she carried in her womb. If he'd had any doubts about carrying out his threats, they completely dissolved, melted away by the red hot anger he felt in his very core.
By the time their car had drove up the hill and turned the corner, he had calmed himself down, his anger just bubbling under the surface. He had a job to do, even bigger than he had first thought.
Dani was settled in to a private room as soon as she got to the hospital. Randy helped her into a nightie and onto the bed while they waited for the doctor to come in and speak with them. She still had the feeling that something was going to go terribly wrong, even though these three had spent all morning trying to make her feel less anxious.
"I think we should pick a name now," Randy said.
"And I still say, I'll only know what her name is when I see her," Dani sighed, repeating what she had been saying the past few weeks.
"I'll bet you a month of massages and all the control in the bedroom that its a boy," Randy said with his wicked smirk.
"You're on! You best get that tongue ready, coz it's going to do a hell of a lot of work when I get back home!"
"Eeww! You guys are just disgusting," Shawn said, getting his camera ready.
"It's not my fault you two are always in the vacinity, sharing all our intimate moments," Dani laughed.
The doctor walked in at that moment, Dr. Andrews, whom she had been dealing with from the beginning. He and his team assured her she was in excellent hands.
"How are you feeling today?" he asked after greeting the other members of her family.
"Like something is going to go wrong."
"Don't worry, Dani. I have delivered so many babies, many of them through pregnancies more complicated than yours," he assured her. "You've done well so far, your baby is grown normally. All we have to do now is monitor both of you so we know when to take you down to the surgery."
"How will you know, though, what if she goes into labour?" Randy asked.
"Not many women go into labour exactly on their due date. At 35 weeks your baby is still a bit premature, but it is fully developed and would breath on its own if delivered now, but we were hoping to push for 37 weeks so the baby's lungs get a bit stronger. Our machines will monitor any changes in both the mother and the child. If she or the baby get distressed at all, we'll deliver the baby as a case of emergency. Hopefully, we'll get to 37 weeks with no incident and we won't have to rush you down to surgery."
"Hear that, Dani? You have nothing to worry about at all. We're on the home stretch now," Randy said.
"That's easy for you to say," she mumbled.
"Have you talked about what we discussed on your last visit?"
Dani looked up at her rock. He smiled at her sadly and took her hand, kissing it tenderly.
"We don't want a hysterectomy," she answered. "I know you said I might not be able to carry another child, but I've been told that before and yet here I am. If I don't go into labour, I don't see the reason why you can't save my uterus."
"We'll do the best we can," Dr Andrews assured her. "Now, one of the midwives will be in shortly to get the monitors going. I have to continue my rounds now, but make sure you let nothing at all stress you, and that you stay in that bed with your feet up. I will see you on my next round."
When he was gone, Dani looked up to see Shawn standing on the other side of the room with his new camera.
"You were getting all that?"
"Call it your insurance! When the kid is older and playing you up, just show him the tape and lay the guilt on."
Later that day, as Randy and Shawn left the girls to go and get something to eat. Randy felt the chill again. Something was definitely up. He had not wanted to stress Dani by telling her the truth, but yes, he felt that something was about to go wrong, too. He had felt it since she woke him up the night before.
"When are those guards getting here? I hate leaving her unprotected like this," Randy said.
"Relax, man. She's safe here, I don't think we'll ever see that prick again."
"I wish I could believe that. I just feel like he's planning something, just waiting for us to screw up."
"I think, until the day the guy gets caught, we'll always feel like that. But the guy is a coward, he's not coming anywhere near us. Just relax. In a week or so, you'll be holding your baby in your arms. Don't let that prick ruin that moment for you."
"You're right. I'll let the security guys do their job and not worry. There's no way he can track her here."
"Good. Now lets get some food, I'm starving," Shawn said. "Plus I need to call Paul. He and Steph want to know what's going on, they plan on being here the minute that baby is born."
"So does John. The way he's stressing, you'd think he's the father of my child!"
"I guess, since he took care of her all those months when we didn't know where she was, he got attached."
"Yeah. I'll have to name him godfather, or something."
"John Cena. Wannabe gangster and Godfather. Has a nice ring to it."
So the bitch was having her baby. He'd been sitting in his car in the hospital parking lot for the best part of the day and none of them had left yet. That explained the bag Orton had carried. He smiled as he thought how easy it had all become. Sooner or later, her family would have to leave the hospital, and it was a large hospital as well. He could walk in there with no problems. Of course, he'd have to stake the place out first The way her house had been secured, the bitch probably had security here as well. But he could easily get around that. He'd done that for a living, for Christ's sake!
Yes, his plan would come together nicely.