Chapter Thirty-Five: Positive

4 Weeks Later

Jeff sighed as he entered the arena where that night's episode of Monday Night RAW was being held. It was honestly the last place he wanted to be. He loved his job; he really did. He and his brother had dreamt of the day that they made it into the WWE since they were kids. But, the last few weeks had been complete hell. Not only was he forced to share a locker room with Orton and Cena, but he had to listen to how "absolutely perfect" things were between Randy and Alex. Then, once Randy would leave the room, John would shoot snide comments and death glares his way. Oh, yeah, and then there was the matter of the woman he loved not speaking to him at all.

Things were just fucking peachy.

Jeff stopped in front of the locker room door, debating on whether or not he would rather prepare for his match in a janitor's closet hidden deep within the arena. He finally willed himself to open the door and quickly made his way to the farthest corner away from the two friends.

"Have you and Payton decided on a wedding date yet? It seems like you've been engaged forever," Randy asked, sifting through his bag for his gear.

"Well, not an actual date, but, according to Pate, she wants this big, elaborate, fall festival wedding. So, we're thinking late September, early October. And to go along with that, I'd really like it if you would be my best man."

"Hell yeah, I will. You didn't even have to ask. I just assumed I had the job," Randy laughed, causing Jeff to roll his eyes. "Is Payton going to ask Alex to be in the wedding, too?"

John inhaled deeply and Jeff could tell that he was also having a hard time hearing her name. "Yeah," he replied. "She is planning on calling her tonight."

"That's great! Surely that sort of news will make her feel better."

"What do you mean 'make her feel better'? Is something wrong?" John asked, curiously voicing the exact questions that were running through Jeff's head.

"She's been sick the past couple of days. I don't know what's going on. Mom and Dad had to take the kids last night because Alex was puking her guts out. I guess it's just some type of flu bug or something."

John raised his eyebrows and stared at his friend for a moment. "You sure she isn't pregnant?"

Jeff's breath caught in his throat. He had never thought of any of that before. And now she was getting sick? A deep churning began to happen in the pit of his stomach as instinct began to kick in.

"Are you kidding me, Cena?" Randy chuckled. "She's not pregnant. I mean, granted, we aren't really doing anything to prevent it, but it took us forever to get pregnant with the twins. And that's when we were timing everything. There's no way."

"All it takes is one time, Randy," John replied. "And judging by how well things have been going between the two of you, it's a very good possibility."

Jeff frantically searched his pockets for his cell phone. Upon finding it in his back pocket, he rushed out of the locker room and found a deserted hallway before flipping it open and dialing Alex's number. It was no surprise to him when she didn't answer and it went to her voicemail.

"Alex, it's Jeff. I know that you don't want to talk to me, but if you even listen to this message, I'm begging you to call me back, just this once. It's the most important thing that I've ever needed to talk to you about. It's bigger than all of us. Please call me back," he pleaded before hanging up the phone.

He let out a deep sigh and turned down the hallway, preparing to return to the locker room, but stopped when he saw John standing in front of him, his eyes narrowed in anger.

"You better pray to God that she has the flu," Cena spat, his words dripping with venom.

"You know, John, after all this time that you've known about this and all of the hatred that you've spewed toward me, I'm surprised you haven't told Orton yourself what happened between Alex and me. And you're supposedly his best friend? The way I see it, you're just as much to blame for Randy not knowing," Jeff replied, coolly.

"You have a lot of fucking balls putting me in the same category as you and her. The ONLY reason that I haven't told Randy is because she was supposed to tell him and I want her to suffer through that confession as much as humanly possible. And as for you, once that cheating bitch finally admits what she's done, Orton is going to come after you and I'm going to be coming with him," John threatened before turning around and walking away.

Jeff sighed once more and ran a hand through his multi-colored hair. He was in some seriously deep shit. And there was no one around to throw him a shovel.

XxxxX

"Oh, I feel like death," Alex groaned as she accepted a bottle of water from Amy. Her friend had flown in earlier that day, hoping to have a serious heart to heart, but as soon as Amy saw the condition Alex was in, the initial purpose for the visit was pushed aside.

"Don't you think you should go see a doctor?" Amy asked, worried about her friend's pale complexion.

"So that they can tell me that it's viral? That there's nothing they can do for me? I think I'll just let it run its course," she replied, before taking a sip of her water and setting the bottle on the floor beside the sofa. She pulled her fleece blanket up to her chin and looked back at Amy. "Not that I'm disappointed that you're here, but I know you didn't fly over her just to sit and lounge on my sofa."

"You're right. I didn't. I came to ask you about what you've told Randy."

"I figured as much," Alex sighed, keeping her eyes on the USA Network that was preparing to air RAW. "I haven't told him anything."

"Why not?"

"He's trying so hard, Ames. He's trying so hard to rebuild what we had and if I tell him what I did, it's all going to come crashing right back down with no chance of rebuilding."

"You don't know that, Alex. He could be willing to work things out. After all…" Amy trailed off as she was interrupted by Alex's cell phone ringing on the table beside her. She picked it up and looked at the screen. "It's Jeff," she said, handing it to Alex who just silenced it. "I didn't realize he was still calling you."

"Every day that he knows Randy is gone. And every time it's the same thing. He wants me to call him and try and work things out or at least listen to him."

"Why don't you?"

"Because all it is going to do is break his heart, Amy. He has convinced himself that he is in love with me. And by me answering his calls, I'm giving him false hope that there can be something between us," Alex replied as her phone vibrated, signaling that Jeff had left her a message.

"Are you going to listen to it?" Amy asked, looking at her friend expectantly.

Alex dialed her voicemail and put the phone on speaker. "Alex, it's Jeff. I know that you don't want to talk to me, but if you even listen to this message, I'm begging you to call me back just this once. It's the most important thing I've ever needed to talk to you about. It's bigger than all of us. Please, call me back."

"What could be bigger than all of this?" Amy inquired.

"I don't know," Alex whispered, turning the phone over in her hands.

"Well, aren't you going to find out? You can't tell me that you didn't hear the desperation in his voice."

"I can't give him…"

"False hope," Amy finished. "I realize that. But, according to Jeff, this isn't about you and him. It's something more. You need to call him back."

She paused for a moment before dialing the digits that had become so familiar to her. She apprehensively placed the phone against her ear and listened to the ringing on the other end. "He's not answer…"

"Alex," Jeff breathed into the phone. "Sorry it took so long to answer. I had to get away from people."

"It's okay," she spoke softly. "So, what is this huge thing you needed to talk to me about?"

"Well, I was in the locker room with Cena and Orton and they were talking about how you were sick."

"That's why you wanted to talk to me? To ask about how I've been puking my guts out?" Alex asked, slightly agitated.

"Kind of…see, Cena made some remark about whether or not you may be pregnant…are you?"

Alex had to resist the urge to laugh at Jeff's question only because she felt her body wouldn't be able to handle it. "You're kidding me, right? Do you realize how long it took me to get pregnant with the twins? Over six months. And that's when we were counting days and ovulation cycles. I'm not one of the most fertile women, Jeff. There's no way."

"When was your last period?" he questioned.

"Probably about six weeks ago, but you can't tell a damn thing by my period," she replied as Amy got up from the sofa, grabbed her keys and walked out the front door. Alex stared after her, confused, before continuing. "It is nowhere near regular. So, stop worrying about it. I'm positive it's just the flu going around. I'll be fine in a couple of days."

"At least take a test, Alex. There's no harm in that."

"Jeff, I'm not pregnant. That's all there is to it. You're wrong."

"Really? Was I wrong when I told you that you were having twins? No, I wasn't. I told you what my gut feeling was on that and I was right. I'm telling you my gut feeling on this. You need to take a test."

"Fine. I will, just to prove you wrong. Amy just left and I'm guessing that's what she is going to do. I'll text you 'I told you so' after I take them," she said and hung up.

There was no way she could be pregnant. She was lucky enough to have had the twins. However, there was that tiny, miniscule chance that Jeff was right. But would God really be that cruel to her? To have her get pregnant and not know who the father was? She admitted that she deserved to be punished for being unfaithful to Randy and she thought that him leaving when she told him, which she was planning on doing, would be punishment enough.

But what if it was punishment for having not told Randy yet? She wouldn't be able to hide the fact that she was pregnant, especially with Randy being home as much as he was. And she definitely couldn't wait until delivery…

"Whoa," Alex whispered to herself. "You're getting way ahead of yourself. You don't even if you are yet."

She had just turned her attention back to the RAW broadcast when her phone rang for the second time that night. She glanced at it and, seeing that it was Payton, silenced it. She really didn't feel like talking to anyone else. Especially since she probably knew that Payton was calling to bitch her out because John finally told her about Alex's cheating on Randy.

Alex didn't have to wait but a few more minutes for Amy to return. She dropped a plastic sack in Alex's lap. "I really hope you have to piss, because you're taking all of them to be sure," she said, motioning for Alex to head to the bathroom.

Alex sighed and slowly got up from the sofa, heading in that direction. "Here we go."

XxxxX

Jeff sat silently on one of the equipment crates backstage, clutching his cell phone in his hand. The waiting was incredibly nerve-wracking. Sure, he had imagined himself with kids, but he had always pictured it way down the road and definitely under different circumstances.

He had always thought that he would find the love of his life, move in together, maybe even marry her. They they would bring children into the world. But now…now he was in love with a co-worker's (Jeff couldn't really consider Randy a friend anymore) wife and may have gotten her pregnant.

He really hoped that his instinct was wrong. Just this once. But deep down he knew that it was past the point of hoping. Deep down, he knew the truth. And there was really nothing to look forward to except a paternity test. He prayed that the kid was Orton's. He loved the idea of having a child with Alex, but not while she was still married to Randy. It would make things worse on everybody.

Jeff was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't even realize that he was no longer alone until he was tapped on the shoulder. He looked up and narrowed his eyes in confusion. "What do you want, Adam?"

"Well, after I got a frantic call from Amy saying that your little sex-capades might've gotten Alex pregnant, I figured you may need someone to talk to," Adam replied, leaning against the wall next to the crate.

"And what makes you think that I would want to talk to you?"

"The way that I look at it, you have no one else. Knowing you, the first person you wanted to go to was Matt, but you're afraid that he'll go off on you for doing the same thing that Amy and I did to him to someone else. Your next choices would be your "friends" in your locker room, but you can't do that, seeing as they would both murder you. Not to mention, Alex refuses to talk to you. So, here I am."

Jeff tried to stay silent, he really did, but Adam was right. He had no one else. "I just don't know what to do. I've really fucked everything up."

"Yeah, you did," Adam replied, honestly. "But you had help. You had Randy's help and Alex's. And at this point what's done is done. You can't change it and now you just have to roll with the punches. Literally. Because I know that there will be some. If Alex is pregnant and you find out it's yours, what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to take care of both of them," Jeff replied instantaneously. "I'll make sure that neither Alex nor the baby does without. They'll be my first priority."

"And if it's Randy's?"

"I'll back down. Slip away and have no more contact. She loves him and I'm not about to make her choose. I want her to be happy."

"Good. The only other thing I can say is that it'll all work out in the end. Whether it's the way want it to or not," Adam said, clapping Jeff on the back. "Keep your chin up."

"Thanks," Jeff said as he watched Adam walk down the hallway. He had no sooner turned the corner when Jeff's cell signaled that he had a text message. It was from Alex and it was only one word. One word that immediately turned his world upside down.

"Positive."

Things are about to get quite explosive in the near future.

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