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"So what's on the agenda today?" asks Joe as he stands in the doorway of the bathroom as I'm splashing water on my face before brushing my teeth after I finish throwing up my breakfast he made me.
"I'm going to the doctor's," I say as I look at him. "I have my annual gynecologist appointment today."
"You need to go to a regular doctor," he says crossing his arms. "When are you going to get checked out? You've been sick for almost a week now."
"I'm pretty sure it's nothing," I say.
"When you're sleeping 14 hours at night, not able to keep anything down and constantly feeling sick I can't help but to worry about you. You need to see the doctor."
"If I'm still sick in a couple days I'll make an appointment. It's probably just that bug working its way through my system."
"Let's hope so," he says as he comes to me. He stands behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. "I just love you too much. I want you to be healthy and take care of yourself."
"I will I promise," I say, "so you're going to India this week?" I ask turning to face him wrapping my arms around his neck.
"For a few days," he says with a nod. "And I won't be back until The Royal Rumble weekend."
"That's how long I have to be without you?" I ask him looking into his blue-grey eyes. "I'm going to miss you."
"I'm going to miss you too but I have a lot of publicity to do. I wish I could come home sooner." He rubs my spine.
"So what made Vince change his mind about The Royal Rumble? Why now do you have to face 29 other competitors to get your championship back?"
"They set it in place to fire me and have me off until The Royal Rumble but when John got injured along with Seth, Randy and Daniel Bryan Vince had no choice but to revise and revisit the storyline. I was going to enjoy my time home with you and Alani but things change."
"I know," I say with a soft smile. "I hope you win at The Rumble."
"I probably won't but thanks for the hope," he says before he kisses my nose softly. "Do you want me to go to your appointment with you?" he asks.
"You want to go to a gynecologist appointment with me?" I ask. "Would you even feel comfortable sitting there with me?"
"I just want to be with you," he says.
"We can be together this evening. We'll have a date night, we'll have some wine, a nice dinner watch some movies and spend a few hours making love," I say giving him a soft smile. "You know a normal night before everything gets hectic again in our lives."
"Sounds good to me," he says, "but I really wouldn't mind going to the appointment with you."
"You may not mind it," I say rubbing his shoulders, "but I mind it. The doctor is going to be looking at me down there."
"Don't act like I haven't seen it before," he says.
"I know that you have but you don't need to be at the appointment. It's just an annual checkup I promise everything will be fine."
"All right," he says before he goes to kiss my mouth.
"I have puke breath," I say with a smile.
"I don't care," he says before he takes my mouth and kisses me deep. "Nothing could keep me away," he says against my lips.
"I wouldn't want it to," I say with a soft smile before I kiss him again.
I arrived at my appointment with my gynecologist a couple hours later while Joe stayed at home to get in a workout at my dad's built in gym at his home. I was so happy to see how well Joe and my dad were getting along now. Everything was off to a rocky start between the two of them but they were slowly bonding over wrestling of course and a few other things they had in common. I loved to see my fiancée and my father getting along they were my two favorite men in this entire world. I needed them to get along it meant so much to me. I sit in the waiting room looking through one of the latest gossip magazines reading about marriages, divorces and couples having babies. It makes me happy that Joe and I aren't that famous to be in tabloids but nonetheless we were still famous among wrestling fans and people out there were dying to know about our wedding and know everything about us. I love my fans but I enjoy my privacy and my life off the camera. I enjoyed my life with Joe and Alani as well as my father. Word of mine and Joe's engagement had gotten around. Everyone was trying to add me on social media, fan girls were jealous that Joe was off the market and took it out on me. It was just something I didn't want to deal with normally it wouldn't bother me as much but the last week or so I have been extra emotional, crying all the time at the simplest things. I blamed that on my missed period and a hormonal imbalance. It wasn't unusual with my birth control for me to skip a period or to experience a hormonal imbalance but it has been at least a year since I missed a period all of them coming regularly like clockwork but it happens every once and a while.
"Willow Calaway," says the nurse snapping me out of my thought. I put the magazine down and make my way to her. "Hello, Willow how are you today?"
"I'm well," I say with a smile as she closes the door behind us. She leads me down the hall to the examination room. She gives me a gown to change into after she asks me a few questions about my period and asks me a few more questions about my femininity. She lets me know the doctor will be in shortly and gives me time to change into my gown.
A few minutes later there is a knock on the door and the doctor enters after I tell her to come in. "Hello, Willow," says Dr. Thomas with a smile on her face as she walks into the room with my chart. "How are you?"
"Good," I say with a smile. I have been seeing Dr. Thomas for a couple years now and I like her. She can't be too much older than me probably early 30's her deep blue eyes are always so bright when I see her and she's always smiling and her dark hair is always pulled up into a sock bun.
"I understand you missed your last menstrual cycle?" she asks.
"Yes," I say, "I'm only a few days late maybe it's coming later this month," I say.
"How often are you late or do you miss a period?"
"I'm usually pretty regular," I say, "I haven't missed a period or had it come late in over a year."
"Interesting," she says, "and you're still on birth control?"
"As far as I know, I had the Mirena put in almost a year ago. It should still be there."
"It should be and sometimes it can interrupt your periods but I still want to check to make sure it's still in."
"Okay," I say nervously knowing that if it's not still in that I haven't really been protected since it fell out. Joe and I have been intimate a lot.
I hold my breath as I lay back on the table putting my feet in the stirrups so she can make sure that it didn't fall out. I had heard stories of it being a possibility but I never thought it could actually happen. I winced as she checked. "Well," she says in a tone that makes my stomach turn. "Willow, it looks like your Mirena fell out?"
"WHAT? HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE? You have to be joking, please tell me you're joking," I say panic setting in.
"It is a rare occurrence but it is possible for it to fall out."
"But WHY?"
"I don't know how to answer that sometimes it just happens," she says, "when was your last period?"
"December 15," I say covering my face with my arm.
"Have you had unprotected sex since then?"
"Yes," I say gritting my teeth not believing a pregnancy could be a possibility. "Lots of it."
"Well," she says, "do you think we need to do a pregnancy test today?"
"Yes," I say my teeth gritting together. "I need a test."
"Okay," she says softly as she helps me sit up. "I'll get the nurse to come draw blood and it should only take a few minutes and we will have your results." Something on my face must have given away my anger and nervousness. "Don't worry everything has a way of working out. I promise," she says softly. "The nurse will be in shortly."
I fight the urge to text Joe and tell him to come to the doctor's with me because if I am pregnant I don't want to find out alone. I don't want a baby not now. It's too soon. I'm only 25 years old. I have my whole career in front of me. I'm supposed to be returning back to the ring in a month or so. I can't be pregnant. I don't want to be pregnant. I place my head in my hands not knowing if I should cry or scream. The nurse comes in and quickly draws my blood to have it tested. I let out a deep breath I was holding when she leaves the room. I sit and wait for the doctor to come in to tell me the results. I will admit Joe and I were selfish depending on my birth control and depending on it to work despite how often we had sex sometimes multiple times a day but never less than 3 times a week. We should have done more to protect ourselves. Throwing a baby into the mix could make things messy. I sat and prayed over and over again that the results were negative to the test but I knew when Dr. Thomas walked in what she was going to say. "I'm pregnant right?" I ask.
She gives me a nod and says, "Yes, Willow, you're pregnant. I would say probably about 5 weeks along. It's still early yet." The words were enough and reality set in. I broke down crying angry at myself, angry at Joe. I was angry at Dr. Thomas, I was angry that my birth control method failed me and everything I had worked my ass off for the last few years was gone at those two words. Dr. Thomas comforted me while I cried and when I was finally finished crying because I had no more tears and no more energy to do so she did a full examination and discussed my options with me. I knew there were no other options but to have the baby. I had so many emotions going through me I didn't even hear her tell me that she would be my OB for my pregnancy and tell me about prenatal vitamins. It was all too much. I made my appointment to have an ultrasound in three weeks and made an appointment for my first actual prenatal appointment before I headed to my dad's house. I had no idea how I was going to tell Joe the news or how he would react because I still hadn't finished my complete list of reactions to every emotion I was feeling.
I walk to my dad's front door in a daze, in shock, feeling numb. I don't even remember opening the door as I walk into his house. Kaia comes running up to me and gives me a hug. "Willow!" she yells as I scoop her up for a hug. "Roman is here. He's working out with daddy."
"I know," I say softly. I kiss her forehead. "How are you?"
"Good, do you want to play with me?"
"Maybe in a little bit," I say, "where's your mama?"
"In the kitchen," she says as I put her down. She takes my hand and pulls me to the kitchen. "We can play Barbie dolls do you want to play Barbie dolls or we can color."
"How about we color," I say, "but I have to talk to your mama first okay?" I ask as we walk into the kitchen.
"Willow," says Michelle as she looks up from what she's doing. "I didn't know you were coming over. Joe is down in the gym with your dad."
"I know," I say, "I have to talk to you about something."
"Okay," she says nervously. "You okay?" she asks and that was all she needed to ask before I broke down into tears. "Willow," she says as she wraps me up in her arms. "Kai, why don't you go play upstairs while I talk to Willow?"
"Okay, Mama," she says before she runs out of the kitchen leaving me crying on Michelle's shoulder.
"Talk to me, Willow," she says, "what's wrong?"
"I'm pregnant," I say softly through my sobs. "Joe and I are having a baby."
"Wow," she says with surprise in her voice. "I expected as much."
"You did?" I ask as we take a seat at the island in the kitchen. She hands me a tissue.
"Yes," she says, "the day we went out to lunch I knew. You had all the signs. I thought you knew and just didn't want to say anything."
"I had no idea. I was blindsided by it. I had no idea went to my annual appointment with Dr. Thomas today and found out my Mirena fell out and I'm pregnant."
"I'm sorry," she says.
"I don't know what I'm going to do. I have no idea what to do. I'm scared, Michelle. I'm not ready for a baby. I have my whole career in front of me. I'm not ready to give it up. I don't want to."
"I can imagine that this is scary for you but a baby is a blessing. I know this may not seem like a good time for a baby but there's a reason why you're having a baby right now. I know you want your career and just because you're a mom doesn't mean that you can't. You can still do your wrestling thing. Your dad and I will help you out with the baby. I know your dad doesn't know yet but I'm promising you if you want to go out on the road and wrestle continue on with your dream we will help however we can."
"That's the thing, Michelle, I don't want to leave my child behind. I don't want to be out being some type of rock star missing out on so much of its life. I don't like that. I thought Joe and I had a few more years before this happened. Now everything is screwed up and I don't want to have a baby. Whatever you do don't tell my dad. He will be so upset and so disappointed in me."
"You can't hide it forever, Willow, you're going to need to tell him. You're already showing signs."
"I am?"
"Yes," she says with a nod. "You're already having morning sickness I saw that when we went out for lunch and your chest increased in size. You are going to show sooner than you think. You can't hide it from your dad."
"I know," I say letting out a deep breath. "I wanted to make him proud."
"He will be proud of you no matter what," she says. "You are part of his entire world. He loves you no matter what you've done or what you're going through. You need to tell him."
"Well, I haven't even told Joe," I say. "Just give me some time to talk to Joe and decide what we are going to do, then give me some time to tell Dad."
"I will but don't wait too long, Willow."
"I won't," I say biting my lip. "I'm scared."
"It's okay to be scared and angry. It's okay to be sad but I can promise you that once you get used to the idea of carrying a little baby inside of you and you have that little baby and you see its face nothing else will matter. Your entire life will change for the better and your breath will be taken away. If you never felt love at first sight," she says, "you'll find out what it's like the moment you see your child, the child you created with the man you love. Everything will be all right, Willow, you just have to take it one day at a time. I promise," she says making me smile. "And you know I'm always here for you."
"Thank-you, Michelle," I say before I give her a hug.
"Willow," says Joe as he stands in the doorway of the kitchen in his workout gear a grey beater and a pair of black basketball shorts with his hair in a bun and dripping in sweat. "Are you okay?" he asks making his way into the kitchen. "Kai said you were crying."
I look at Michelle and she looks at me. "I think you two should talk," she says getting off the stool. "I'm going to go check on Kai."
"Okay," says Joe as he watches Michelle walk out of the room. I take his hand and guide him over to her empty seat. "Everything okay? Did something happen at your appointment? Are you sick?" he asks as I bite my bottom lip and tears forming in my eyes. The concern on his beautiful face tears me apart.
"Joe, we need to talk," I say as he squeezes my hand.
"Okay," he says. "Let's talk."
*A/N: What did you think of Willow's appointment? Were you surprised that she was pregnant? What did you think of her reaction? Is it understandable? What did you think of her going to Michelle before anyone else? What did you think of Michelle's reaction? How do you think Joe is going to take the news? Please review and thank-you for reading.