So there she was. Just over eight months down the line, sitting crying over a gold earring.
The main thing about it, was that it was that it was part of her birthday present from Matt
last year. It was a symbol of the times where their friendship was perfect. No one could
ever have separated them. The earrings were the only thing she had left to show of those
few years, and she'd just gone and lost one of them.
Matt slumped into a chair at Jeff's house. "So how did it go?" Jeff asked.
"She wasn't even there. It didn't look like anyone had been there for weeks. I know
you've spoken to her, but she called from her cell phone, right?"
"Yeah." Jeff replied. "But that was ages ago. She said she'd speak to us in a few months
time, once she'd got herself sorted. I dunno what happened to Amy. First she starts acting
strange, then she takes all this time off, now she's not even at home. I'm worried about
her."
"So am I. That's why I tried to go and find her. There was something that I decided I had
to tell her. I think it's to do with why she's like this. It seems way out of proportion,
but..." He trailed off.
"What? What happened?"
"I'd rather find out if it's true before saying anything. I've gotta speak to Trish."
At the next WWF TV taping, Matt went to Trish's locker room to try and find out the
truth. As he was about to knock, he noticed the door was already slightly open, and he
could hear Trish talking inside. "No, Ame, they haven't said anything... I know... I will...
Is everything okay?... Yeah... What did the Doctor say?... Right... Ring me if you need
anything... Take care... Bye... Bye Ame."
Matt felt a surge of panic running through him. A Doctor? How could he think that this
whole thing was about the night they spent together? Amy could be ill- seriously ill. How
could she keep this a secret from him? He had to find out what was happening. Matt
threw open the door and walked in. Trish jumped in shock, turned round and sighed in
relief. "Matt! You could've knocked. I could've been changing or-"
"Where's Amy?" He demanded.
"What- I- you know where she is. Taking time off for a while."
"Don't bullshit me Trish. I heard you on the phone. I know something's wrong. Now
what's happened?"
"I can't tell you Matt." Trish looked away. "I'm sorry."
"Trish, please. If you can't tell me what's happened, please just tell me where she is. I
need to find her. I need to talk to her."
"You don't understand, Matt. I promised her that I wouldn't tell anyone."
"I'm not anyone. I'm her best friend and... I'm in love with her."
Trish smiled. "You are? She told me about what happenned though. She said that it
wasn't meant to. She thought that you thought it was a mistake."
"Well I don't. I love her and I care about her so much. So please would you tell me where
she is."
She looked into his eyes. She could see his honesty, his sincerity and his love. She had to
give in. "Okay, okay, i'll tell you." She rummaged through her bag and found a notebook
with the address written on it. She handed it to Matt and he read it.
"Thank you." He hugged her and left.
At 8am, the next morning, Amy's sleep was disturbed by a banging at the door. She
groaned and turned over. "Go away." She mumbled. It was probably the owner, coming
to collect her weekly 'rent.' The thing was, he was usually a lot later than this. She rolled
out of bed, picked up the pile of cash she kept ready for him from her dressing table- if
you could call it that, and walked to the front door. Just as she got there she heard a voice.
"Amy? Amy?" Someone shouted. "Come on Amy, open the door." She froze. It was
Matt. How in the hell did he know she was here? He couldn't see her like this!
"Matt, what do you want?" She called through the door.
"Open the door Amy, let me in. I've gotta speak to you."
She bit her lip. "Wait one second."
Amy picked up her large puffy jacket, put it on and zipped it up. She looked into the
mirror. It was still noticeable that she was pregnant, but this was the best she could do.
She'd have to rely on Matt not to look at the whole of her. She could sit behind the table
if he came in anyway. Amy opened the door slightly, just so he could see her face. She
never knew how happy it would make her feel just to see him again. Amy had never
realised how much she had missed his deep brown eyes. She wished that she had Matt in
her life, but she knew that things could never be the same. "Matt, what are you doing
here?"
"I need to speak to you."
"Look, i'm busy. I told you. I'm getting my head straight."
"Don't lie to me Amy. I know something's wrong. You don't have to be like this. You
can tell me anything. Please."
Amy looked away. "Matt don't do this to me. Please, just go." Her voice started to crack.
"Go!" She broke into tears and collapsed into a heap on the floor. Matt rushed over to her
and put his arms around her.
"Hey, hey." He smoothed her hair down as he held her tightly. "Don't cry. I'm sorry. I
just want you to tell me what's wrong."
"I-I can't." She spluttered through her tears. "I'm so s-sorry Matt."
"For what? She cried some more as Matt held her closely. "You don't have to be sorry for
anything. Whatever happens, i'm always gonna be here for you. Now come on, you're
coming home."
"Home?"
"Me and Jeff are gonna take car of you."
She shook her head. "No. I have to stay here."
"I'm not leaving without you Amy, now come on. You're not staying here." He pulled her
up off of the floor. As he did this, the picture became clear to him. The realisation sunk
in. It couldn't be- but it was. Amy froze as Matt stood gobsmacked, staring down as the
bump in her stomach. "You're pregnant?" He exclaimed.
Amy stood still, not saying a word. He knew. He finally knew. Should she be relieved?
Worried? She waited for a reaction from him other than shock.
"Who's is it?"
"What?" She asked in disbelief.
"Who's the Father?"
He didn't know it was his. He still didn't know. Before Amy could stop herself, she let it
out. "Yours! Matt it's yours!" She shouted. They both stood there in silence, not breaking
eye contact with eachother until Matt finally turned away.
"It's not- it can't be- that was- that happened-"
"8 months ago?"
His face fell. "Eight months, and you're..."
"That's right Matt. I've got three weeks left."
"Three weeks? You mean, i'm gonna have a child in three weeks?" He looked
overwhelmed.
Amy nodded, tears spilling down her face again. "I'm so sorry I didn't tell you before.
You've just gotta understand the position I was in. You've gotta understand how difficult
it was for me. I didn't wanna lose your friendship Matt. I still don't. You don't even have
to be involved. It's your decision. I'm not gonna put any pressure on you. Matt? Please!
Say something."
Matt still looked in shock. He was astonished. "I just can't believe it. This is
unbelievable. I mean just to find out about it suddenly. A baby... a baby that's ours... I
mean... and you went through all this alone?"
She nodded slowly. "Pretty much. Trish was the only who knew."
"I can't believe she didn't tell me- I can't believe you didn't tell me. I mean, what did you
think I was gonna say? I could've helped. I would've."
Amy suddenly felt sharp pains in her stomach. She sunk into the sofa behind her and leant
forward, her long red hair covering her pained face.
"Of course I wanna be involved." Matt continued. "Not just in the baby's life, but in
yours. I'm gonna be there, and i'm gonna look after you from now on."
"No, Matt. No." Amy murmured, trying to take deep breaths, whilst wincing in pain.
"Yes, i'm gonna support you- especially until you have the baby."
"You can't-"
"Amy! I'm gonna be there for you. I'm gonna take care of you for the rest of your
pregnancy."
"No Matt! You're not. You're not cos there's not gonna be a rest of the pregnancy!"
"What?"
"I'm having contractions- the baby's coming now!"
The main thing about it, was that it was that it was part of her birthday present from Matt
last year. It was a symbol of the times where their friendship was perfect. No one could
ever have separated them. The earrings were the only thing she had left to show of those
few years, and she'd just gone and lost one of them.
Matt slumped into a chair at Jeff's house. "So how did it go?" Jeff asked.
"She wasn't even there. It didn't look like anyone had been there for weeks. I know
you've spoken to her, but she called from her cell phone, right?"
"Yeah." Jeff replied. "But that was ages ago. She said she'd speak to us in a few months
time, once she'd got herself sorted. I dunno what happened to Amy. First she starts acting
strange, then she takes all this time off, now she's not even at home. I'm worried about
her."
"So am I. That's why I tried to go and find her. There was something that I decided I had
to tell her. I think it's to do with why she's like this. It seems way out of proportion,
but..." He trailed off.
"What? What happened?"
"I'd rather find out if it's true before saying anything. I've gotta speak to Trish."
At the next WWF TV taping, Matt went to Trish's locker room to try and find out the
truth. As he was about to knock, he noticed the door was already slightly open, and he
could hear Trish talking inside. "No, Ame, they haven't said anything... I know... I will...
Is everything okay?... Yeah... What did the Doctor say?... Right... Ring me if you need
anything... Take care... Bye... Bye Ame."
Matt felt a surge of panic running through him. A Doctor? How could he think that this
whole thing was about the night they spent together? Amy could be ill- seriously ill. How
could she keep this a secret from him? He had to find out what was happening. Matt
threw open the door and walked in. Trish jumped in shock, turned round and sighed in
relief. "Matt! You could've knocked. I could've been changing or-"
"Where's Amy?" He demanded.
"What- I- you know where she is. Taking time off for a while."
"Don't bullshit me Trish. I heard you on the phone. I know something's wrong. Now
what's happened?"
"I can't tell you Matt." Trish looked away. "I'm sorry."
"Trish, please. If you can't tell me what's happened, please just tell me where she is. I
need to find her. I need to talk to her."
"You don't understand, Matt. I promised her that I wouldn't tell anyone."
"I'm not anyone. I'm her best friend and... I'm in love with her."
Trish smiled. "You are? She told me about what happenned though. She said that it
wasn't meant to. She thought that you thought it was a mistake."
"Well I don't. I love her and I care about her so much. So please would you tell me where
she is."
She looked into his eyes. She could see his honesty, his sincerity and his love. She had to
give in. "Okay, okay, i'll tell you." She rummaged through her bag and found a notebook
with the address written on it. She handed it to Matt and he read it.
"Thank you." He hugged her and left.
At 8am, the next morning, Amy's sleep was disturbed by a banging at the door. She
groaned and turned over. "Go away." She mumbled. It was probably the owner, coming
to collect her weekly 'rent.' The thing was, he was usually a lot later than this. She rolled
out of bed, picked up the pile of cash she kept ready for him from her dressing table- if
you could call it that, and walked to the front door. Just as she got there she heard a voice.
"Amy? Amy?" Someone shouted. "Come on Amy, open the door." She froze. It was
Matt. How in the hell did he know she was here? He couldn't see her like this!
"Matt, what do you want?" She called through the door.
"Open the door Amy, let me in. I've gotta speak to you."
She bit her lip. "Wait one second."
Amy picked up her large puffy jacket, put it on and zipped it up. She looked into the
mirror. It was still noticeable that she was pregnant, but this was the best she could do.
She'd have to rely on Matt not to look at the whole of her. She could sit behind the table
if he came in anyway. Amy opened the door slightly, just so he could see her face. She
never knew how happy it would make her feel just to see him again. Amy had never
realised how much she had missed his deep brown eyes. She wished that she had Matt in
her life, but she knew that things could never be the same. "Matt, what are you doing
here?"
"I need to speak to you."
"Look, i'm busy. I told you. I'm getting my head straight."
"Don't lie to me Amy. I know something's wrong. You don't have to be like this. You
can tell me anything. Please."
Amy looked away. "Matt don't do this to me. Please, just go." Her voice started to crack.
"Go!" She broke into tears and collapsed into a heap on the floor. Matt rushed over to her
and put his arms around her.
"Hey, hey." He smoothed her hair down as he held her tightly. "Don't cry. I'm sorry. I
just want you to tell me what's wrong."
"I-I can't." She spluttered through her tears. "I'm so s-sorry Matt."
"For what? She cried some more as Matt held her closely. "You don't have to be sorry for
anything. Whatever happens, i'm always gonna be here for you. Now come on, you're
coming home."
"Home?"
"Me and Jeff are gonna take car of you."
She shook her head. "No. I have to stay here."
"I'm not leaving without you Amy, now come on. You're not staying here." He pulled her
up off of the floor. As he did this, the picture became clear to him. The realisation sunk
in. It couldn't be- but it was. Amy froze as Matt stood gobsmacked, staring down as the
bump in her stomach. "You're pregnant?" He exclaimed.
Amy stood still, not saying a word. He knew. He finally knew. Should she be relieved?
Worried? She waited for a reaction from him other than shock.
"Who's is it?"
"What?" She asked in disbelief.
"Who's the Father?"
He didn't know it was his. He still didn't know. Before Amy could stop herself, she let it
out. "Yours! Matt it's yours!" She shouted. They both stood there in silence, not breaking
eye contact with eachother until Matt finally turned away.
"It's not- it can't be- that was- that happened-"
"8 months ago?"
His face fell. "Eight months, and you're..."
"That's right Matt. I've got three weeks left."
"Three weeks? You mean, i'm gonna have a child in three weeks?" He looked
overwhelmed.
Amy nodded, tears spilling down her face again. "I'm so sorry I didn't tell you before.
You've just gotta understand the position I was in. You've gotta understand how difficult
it was for me. I didn't wanna lose your friendship Matt. I still don't. You don't even have
to be involved. It's your decision. I'm not gonna put any pressure on you. Matt? Please!
Say something."
Matt still looked in shock. He was astonished. "I just can't believe it. This is
unbelievable. I mean just to find out about it suddenly. A baby... a baby that's ours... I
mean... and you went through all this alone?"
She nodded slowly. "Pretty much. Trish was the only who knew."
"I can't believe she didn't tell me- I can't believe you didn't tell me. I mean, what did you
think I was gonna say? I could've helped. I would've."
Amy suddenly felt sharp pains in her stomach. She sunk into the sofa behind her and leant
forward, her long red hair covering her pained face.
"Of course I wanna be involved." Matt continued. "Not just in the baby's life, but in
yours. I'm gonna be there, and i'm gonna look after you from now on."
"No, Matt. No." Amy murmured, trying to take deep breaths, whilst wincing in pain.
"Yes, i'm gonna support you- especially until you have the baby."
"You can't-"
"Amy! I'm gonna be there for you. I'm gonna take care of you for the rest of your
pregnancy."
"No Matt! You're not. You're not cos there's not gonna be a rest of the pregnancy!"
"What?"
"I'm having contractions- the baby's coming now!"