Dis: I kinda do have one connection with the WWE, but that involves going threw many people, so for now, lets just say i have no connection.
A/N: You know, I've been looking online and I can't seem to find any pictures with Cena in a towel or nothing else. I mean I have pictures of Randy (and oh, do I have pictures of Randy) but no John. Eh, well what am I going to do except try to get a WWE contract and take the pictures myself. Hm...
Another thing is that I was mistaken. They did NOT give Carmella a contract. Thank you to Mila M for that information, I should have looked that up, just the bar fight article got me off track. Still doesn't explain why she has to be at Taboo Tuesday... Whatever, shes still the bad guy for a couple more chapters.
Lastly, people, this is chapter 50! When I started it, I was thinking it would last about ten chapters, now I'm at 50. Thank you to all who keep reading and everyone who has just found my little story.
"I'm sorry to break the news like that, but I thought you had to know," Dr. Fields told us. It seemed as if she wanted to say more, but got up and left before she did.
She left Caleigh and I in a state of shock. We looked at each other one more time. I fell back into my bed not knowing what to do. Should I call Randy? Should I tell Glenn? I ran my hands threw my hair and rested them on top of my head. I closed out my eyes and tried to block out the world.
I didn't want a child. I was only twenty. This would ruin my life. I would have to leave my job. I wasn't ready the responsibility. At this point in time I was hoping, no, I was praying that Caleigh was the lucky winner of a bumbling little baby.
I turned to Caleigh expecting to see the same reaction from her, but it didn't seem that way. She was looking down with both hands placed on her stomach. Words could not explain the expression on her face.
"So what are we going to do?" I sighed, trying to draw some kind of reaction out of her.
She gave a short laugh. Good to know she was still with me. "Well, someone's going to have to tell one of the hottest wrestling stars that they might have a child on the way."
"So what are you thinking about?" I asked her after a few moments of silence.
"I'm actually thinking that this might not be such a bad thing. I mean, if I'm the one that's… Baby girl, I'm almost 23, finishing up my senior year of college with a degree that I have no idea what to do with. I'm in love with my boyfriend. Even if I don't stay together with John, I would want to have this baby. You know, if I'm…"
"What about your future?" I asked surprised by her answer.
"If I am the one, than that baby IS my future."
Wow, I am being so selfish. Caleigh was so ready to give up anything for this unborn child, and all I could think about was me. Maybe I should do a little rethinking.
I didn't have long to think about it as there was a knock at the door.
"Ms Trumann, we can take your test again."
This time there wasn't as many tests as there were the last time. Just one simple 'pee in this cup' test. They took Caleigh back after me. Soon we would know the truth.
Dr. Fields walked in smiling. Holding two test tubes and a container of a chemical.
"Figure I would do this in front of you two," she said setting it up so we could both see. The one on the right was labeled 'Trumann' and the one on the left was labeled 'Albrite'. Dr. Fields put an eyedropper full of the chemical in both of ours, then flicked them so that they would mix. Caleigh's turned blue.
"Congratulations, blue means baby."
Caleigh threw her hands over her mouth and let out a gasp. I lowered my gaze a bit. Then took a deep breath in to hide my disappointment. After all, I wasn't the one who wanted it, right?
The news set in as we were released and Glenn took us to the arena for WrestleMania.
"So what was so important that I couldn't hear?" Glenn asked us in the car.
"I'm pregnant!" Caleigh exclaimed almost bursting with joy. Glenn almost steered off the road. At least we didn't tell him that I could have been pregnant.
"Does Cena know?" he asked regaining control of the vehicle.
"Oh, yeah… John…" Caleigh seemed to forget that it takes two to make a baby.
She was quite for the rest of the trip. When we parked, Glenn got out leaving the two of us in the car. I don't even think she realized that we had stopped.
"There should be a book," I said patting Caleigh on the thigh, "How to tell the Doctor of Thuganomics he's a father."
She gave a little laugh then went back into deep thought. We took our time walking into the arena, but it didn't have that much effect since John was waiting by the parking lot door as we walked in.
"Hey! You guys alright? I was worried when we didn't get a call. What's with the face?"
We stopped in the middle of the hall. Now was as good a time as ever to tell him. I nudged Caleigh in the arm. She took one step forward.
"Uh…"
"Jess! Thank God you're back. I need to talk to you. What's going on here?" Caleigh was saved by Randy running up next to us. I yanked his arm and we left Caleigh and John and walked down the hall.
"You will never believe what happened," I said when they were out of earshot. I told him the whole story about the tests being mixed up and how we had to redo them and how John was about to find out he is going to be a father.
He took my story all in, being very quiet. Then he turned to me and asked very coolly, "So you're not pregnant?" I shook my head 'no'. "Oh, okay." He scratched the back of his neck. It was almost if he wanted to be in John's position.
We stood there quiet for a few seconds before the make up lady came to get me. Seems like I was running later than I knew. Randy gave me a kiss and told me we still needed to talk, then I was dragged off.
The whole referee strike storyline was coming to a close tonight, and I was going to be on camera more than I liked. I was going to walk out right in the beginning and demand things change, then I had a 'meeting' with Mr. McMahon backstage, and lastly, I would be refing a match. After tonight, I would be just a normal ref, and not the cause of a major problem.
As I'm coming out of a storyline, Randy is going in to a different one. The problem is, he doesn't know what it is yet. The details were not worked out as of a few nights ago. He was going to find out everything today. Maybe that's what he had to talk to me about?
"Five minutes to live!" a guy dressed in all black was yelling and running around like a chicken with his head cut off.
I walked up to the curtain reading over the hand written notes I had for my big speech. I stopped inches away from the fabric. I could hear the crowd buzzing with anticipation. Peaking out I saw a packed house. Didn't the show sell out in LESS than a minute?
My feet were glued, I was frozen in my place. I couldn't catch my breath. THIS WAS WRESTLEMANIA! How did I get myself into this?
"You know it won't come to you. You actually have to go to it."
I dropped my paper hearing that voice. With a huge grin on my face I elbowed the guy behind me. He let out a gasp of air then put me in a head lock.
"Jethro! She has to go out now! Leave her alone!" The mighty Lita yelled from down the hall. She was told to keep it down, but that didn't stop her from storming over to Jeff and pulling him off of me. "Jess, we'll see you after you're done." She pulled Jeff's arm.
Jeff gave me a quick kiss on the side of the forehead. "Knock 'em dead," he whispered in my ear.
"What about luck?"
"Nah, you don't need it."
Lita finally pulled him away as the countdown for the pyro started. I plugged my ears and turned away from curtain. The vibrations shook every inch of my body as the pyro ended and the WrestleMania music started. Taking a deep breath, someone counted me down. 5...4...3...2...1... I cleared my mind and walked with a purpose down to the ring.
The sight I walked out to was jaw dropping. Everyone was standing and cheering. I had to try my hardest to stay as cool and calm as I usually am. I grabbed a mic as I climbed into the ring and looked around. A 'Jes-si-ca' chant started. It was weird to think that these people know who I am, and the article in Raw magazine had not come out yet. It was different hearing a chant for me instead of one of the guys in my match, but at least it wasn't a 'You-screwed-Bret' chant.
My short purple shirt came up showing my belly as I raised the mic in the air. Seeing as the ref strike was, for the moment, still going on, I was not in uniform. I wore dark blue jeans below a purple top that barley reached the jeans. A leather duster was on top and a pair of knee-high boots were on my feet. It was an outfit I knew I looked good in.
Once I was safely behind the curtain again I sat on a bench and tried to shake the wave of shock that swept over me. That was a lot of people. I took a deep breath and pulled out the second sheet of paper in my pocket. It was my notes for my next spot. I couldn't rest yet, I still had more to do.
Forty-five minutes later I was sitting in the exact same place tossing my second set of notes in the garbage. No more talking on camera for tonight. Glenn kicked me in the foot as he walked passed. Everything was moving so fast backstage that he had time to talk. Looking around I saw that I was the only one sitting on my ass. Having more to do, I picked myself up and headed down the hall.
Man, a lot has happened today. I mean, on top of it being WrestleMania and starting off the show with all eyes on me (even a 'Jessica' chant), the whole baby thing. Deep down inside, I did want that baby to me mine. Randy has mentioned the idea of getting married and starting a family someday. The news that I could possibly have that now was scary, but having it taken away was crushing. I didn't want anyone to see that this actually effected me, especially Randy.
I saw it in his eyes when he was listening to me ramble on about what had happened today; he would have loved to hear the news that I was pregnant. He always loved being with his family, and his dream is to bring into the world a fourth generation superstar. He would talk about how with my family and his family, the child would certainly have wrestling in their blood.
I shook away the ideas and focused my thoughts on the match I had shortly. Although I should have turned my attention on where I was going for I ran strait into another rushing Diva. Too bad it was the only one I hate.
"Jessica, nice to see you again," Carmella said with a wide smile. Something was up, something not good. "Sorry I can't talk, I have to go… you should watch me, they are finally putting me in a decent storyline."
She rushed passed me with out another word. Not really caring about her new storyline I hurried into the locker room and changed into the black and white stripes that I haven't been in for at least a month. Pulling back my hair I ran out to where I saw a few people standing around a monitor. I stopped and put the last hair into place as Randy came on camera. My smile faded when I saw who joined him, Carmella. This is what she was so proud of, this is what she was hinting to me. I almost fell backwards as I saw Carmella bring Randy in for a kiss.
Before anyone could see my reaction I turned and quickly walked towards the curtain area. I knew I heard people chase after me, but my match was up next and I had to get ready.
I didn't pay much attention to the match though. It was like I was on auto pilot. Inside I was watching the kiss over and over again. Soon I raised Jericho's hand over his head in victory and walked backstage with my head hung. Jericho followed me and took me by the hand once we were out of the public's eye.
"Hey, you alright?"
I shook my head and kept walking. My mind was numb. I couldn't think straight. Everything was too much for me to handle at this moment. I quickly found a dark hall that led to an emergency exit and sat down on the floor, out of site from the world.
I held my head in my hands and wished that the last 48 hours had been some kind of drunken nightmare. I didn't feel like crying, I just felt like hiding until everyone went away. I took a deep breath of air in and tilted my head back. Opening my eyes to find a pair of green staring down at me. I stood up and crossed my arms trying to think of something that was clever or funny. But before I got anything out, Jeff wrapped his arms around me and rested his head on my shoulder.
"Tough day?" he asked with a sigh.
I leaned on him and rested my head on his chest. He must of heard something from the Divas backstage. When he released me he carefully moved my chin so that I looked him in the eye.
"Well, I say we have two choices. We can either A) go out and get a big tub of ice cream and drown your sorrows with good music and sweets, or B) we can run off together, have tons of fabulous sex, and leave prince charming in our dust."
I gave a weak smile as he kissed the top of my head.
"I knew that would get you to smile. Just remember that you are smarter than the average bear. Now, are you good to face the crowd?" I nodded as he took me by the hand. "Then watch out world! Cuz here we come!"
