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Chapter Thirty Seven

"...ever since Kathleen regained consciousness...she has been asking for Jay."

Jay quickly and quietly walked through the glass entrance of the women care unit. He heard babies whimpering, women crying, various machines beeping, and chatter from both patient rooms and the nurses station. He walked up to the nurses station. His presence interrupted the conversation that the three nurses, two standing and one sitting, were conducting.

"May we help you?" The one sitting at the desk in front of a computer asked kindly.

"I'm Jay Reso. I'm here to see Kathleen Levesque." He stated. Obviously, he hated her husband and her married name so he quite frequently left it off. One of the nurses standing looked at him. He inwardly groaned and outwardly narrowed his eyes in warning. He knew that look and had no inclination whatsoever of playing superstar to her fan girl. The sitting nurse stood from the desk and grabbed a chart in front of her. Jay looked at the name tag on the lanyard. "Glenda, has her status changed?"

"Mrs. Levesque – Devereau's room is this way, please follow me." Glenda stated as she walked around the large carnation pink semi circle desk. "She is awake and in serious but stable condition. I have to ask of you, not because I believe that you will upset her, but please be careful what you say to her. Her blood pressure is high and her oxygen levels are lower than what we would like. The baby's heart rate is again rising. We've given them medicine to delay the labor, but it could wear off at any given time. Mrs. Levesque – Devereau is hooked up to several machines, but do not worry about that, we are monitoring both mother and child.

"Understandable." Jay agreed with the warning and appreciated that Glenda was giving him information unlike the doctors in the emergency room. She stopped in front of a closed glass door. Jay noticed that the room number said 117 and underneath that number in black marker on thick bright white paper said, K. L. Devereau. Jay flinched. Glenda opened the sliding glass door and walked in. Jay followed her as he prepared himself to see Kathleen hooked up to various machines. The sound of beeping machines and the image that was displayed in front of him made him inwardly wince and feel guilty. He shouldn't have argued with her. He shouldn't have made his ultimatum. He shouldn't have left her alone in either his living room or the WWE to fend for himself.

Kathleen weakly smiled and her exhausted eyes brightened at the sight of him then faltered as she remembered how angry he was earlier with her.

"Mrs. Levesque – Devereau, I will be back in ten minutes, to prep you for your transfer. If you need me before then do not hesitate to press the call button." Glenda stated and nodded goodbye to Jay as she passed him. She closed the sliding glass door behind her. Jay walked toward her and froze just in front of the chair next to the hospital bed. The monitor just beside that chair was what he assumed was an ultrasound machine. He saw the tiny undeveloped baby no more than seven inches long on the rather large screen. Its little fist, or what Jay assumed was a fist, was near its mouth as if to suck on its thumb. He swallowed quickly.

"Jay," Kathleen began to whisper, but she started softly crying. He swallowed again and tore his gaze from the screen to Kathleen. She looked a mess. A small white bandage with a tiny dot of blood in the middle of it was taped on her forehead near her right temple. When she had passed out, she must have hit the corner of his glass coffee table. Her hair was a mess. Her eyes and cheeks were smudged with make up. The oxygen tube was lopsided in her nose as if she had adjusted it several times in annoyance. The hospital gown dipped low giving him a view of her collar bone, a hint of cleavage, and various stickers that he knew not the name of which connected some of the machines to her. He sat down and loosely took her right hand careful not to touch the IV which connected to one of her veins near her knuckles.

"Kathleen, please," Jay whispered. His voice cracked with emotion. "Katz, please don't cry." He asked then added. "Everything is going to be okay."

"Jay, I'm so sorry for what I've did and said to you. You don't deserve any of it." She cried. He tightened his grip comfortingly around her hand still mindful of the IV.

"Kathleen, stop, you don't need to apologize to me. I'm the one who's sorry. I had no right to say the things that I did to you today. I knew when we became friends that Shane was part of the package." He confessed which was true, because there had been, even in the mid nineties, several rumors floating around back about the Heir Apparent and his carnal relationship with Hunter Helmsley's sister, a writer assistant at the time. "Regardless of what I said earlier, I will be there for you always. I love you and if that means I have to let you go so you can finally be with," Jay's voice cracked just as he paused. He caught himself about to call Shane something other than his name. "Shane. I will, but I will be there to pick up the pieces. I always will." Jay swallowed and hung his head. He hadn't said any of what he did for face value. He truly meant it even though it would break his heart and being.

He took a quick look out of the corner of his eye to the child that he had helped create. He would not press the issue of her being pregnant or him being the father regardless of the paternity. He would not upset her any further when she was in such a fragile state. He was so glad that she had asked for him and not Shane, not because it had pissed the asshole off, but because Shane would not have cared or thought not to upset her. It was in the Asshole's nature to upset her.

Jay looked back up at Kathleen when he felt her squeeze his hand. She was smiling sadly.

"Jay, listen to me, this might be the last time I will be able to say this," She stated depressingly. She knew there could be a chance she and the baby, that she had been in denial existed, could die. She was not suppose to get pregnant again, not because she could not biologically or physically, but because her doctor had advised her against it, because she had almost died giving birth to Jessica. "I'm sorry for always choosing Shane over you. I was wrong, stupid, and blind. I love you. Promise me that you will stay in Jessica's life. Jessica is out of the country with my mother right now. Call my mother if anything happens. I want you to be the one to tell Jessica, but if you don't want to, have John or Randy," She paused. He had tried, he truly had tried, not to flinch at either of their names. He was not a fan or friend of either man, but he when he was with the WWE, had put up with them for her sake. "I know that you don't like either one of them, I think that, that is the only thing that you and Shane can actually agree with each other on, but both, John and Randy, have been great friends to me and mentors to Jessica."

"Kat, everything is going to be fine." Jay stated refusing to let her know that he had some doubts of his own about her condition.

"No, Jay, even if or when I pull out of this, things aren't going to fine for a very long time. " Kat stated wisely then added with desperation lacing her tone. "Please, Jay, promise me that you will always be there for Jessica, because I know Shane won't. I'm not asking you to be her father, but just be there for her. I know that I'm asking a lot of you, but-"

"I promise, Kathleen. I promise that I will be there for Jessica regardless of what happens. I'm sure that I'll have to compete with Cena and Orton, but I will be there."

"I love you." Kathleen whispered then added. "I know you won't be able to get it, but I need you to have Stephanie open my locked bottom desk drawer in my office at Titan. It has my updated will." Her voice cracked and started to cry again. Jay clenched his jaw as tears escaped his eyes. He swallowed and squeezed her hand mindful of the IV.

"Kathleen Rose Levesque," Jay stated firmly and rough with emotion, but not cruelly. "You, listen to me, you are a fighter, you've put up with Shane's fucking bullshit for most of your life not to mention your husband. You and ourbaby will survive this." He paused momentarily. Kathleen's eyes widened and glistened with shed and unshed tears. "I understand your need to prepare for the worse, but you have to think positive."

There was a knock on the glass door effectively preventing Kathleen from replying to his pep talk and revelation. Their ten minutes was up. Glenda and another nurse, not the fangirl one, was there to prep her for her transfer. Jay stood. Kathleen kept a hold of his hand. He bent down and kissed Kathleen on her forehead opposite the bandage. He then went to give her a kiss on the cheek, but she moved her head to kiss him on the lips. The kiss was slow, rather chaste, and bittersweet. Tears flowed down both their cheeks and the tears found their way to their lips. She dipped her tongue out and touched the mingled tears on his bottom lip. They both pulled away at the same time and said they loved the other. Jay quietly left the room.

Kathleen was ashamed of herself because she was shocked that Jay had claimed her unborn child as his without knowing for sure whether or not the baby actually was his. But then again, wasn't that how Jay had always rolled? He automatically took responsibility for his actions regardless of how it would effect him in the short or long term. Kathleen knew that Jay was nothing like Shane, but his revelation confirmed and verified it. When she had told Shane that she was pregnant (with Jessica), he had asked her if the baby was his, knowing full well that he, Shane, was the only man that she had slept with that entire year, let alone the time period when she had conceived Jessica.

It shattered her heart that she wasn't as sure as Jay was. She hoped and prayed that the baby was Jay's, but she could not guarantee that the bundle of joy was biologically his. She had had sex with Shane the night she had found out that Jay had left the WWE without telling her as much. She was what her husband had always called her. She was a whore, no, she was something worse, she was Shane McMahon's whore, but she would be no longer. She bowed her head and prayed. If she survived this ordeal, she would break all romantic and sexual ties with her pimp. He would be the father of two of her children, brother to her best girlfriend, and maybe friend, but nothing more.

She thought that she knew that if she were to ask him, Jay would claim the child as his, regardless of whether or not he truly was the child's biological father, but could, no, would she ask if of him? She was wrong. She would not have to ask this of Jay though, because the thought had already formed in his mind. He just had to tell her of the fact.

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