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Chapter 20:
"Excuse me? I'm what?"
Dr. Olsen continued to smile at me. "Pregnant."
I shook my head in disbelief. "I can't be."
"I assure you Miss Lawler, you are."
"My job." I blurted out stupidly. "What about my job?"
"Well," he said crossing his arms. "What do you do for a living?"
"I'm a pro wrestler." I managed to choke out.
Dr. Olsen's face screwed up into a frown. He began to scribble furiously on a piece of paper. "I'm writing you a doctor's note. Now, I'm not writing exactly why. But this note should get you off work for a few weeks. This is the most common time for miscarriages so." I lost track of Dr. Olsen's words. My head spun out of control. I remember asking him to fax my note to Titan Towers because I wouldn't be back to work until Monday. He handed me several pamphlets on prenatal care and pregnancy and finally handed me a card indicating an appointment for next Wednesday with a specialist. Dr. Olsen showed me to the door and I headed home. Through my daze, I happened to notice a grocery store and pulled in. On a day like this I needed to help of two very wise guys. I wound my way through the store until I came to the freezer section. There behind the frost covered glass was Ben and Jerry. These guys are serious ice cream geniuses. I stocked up on the delicious half pints and headed home.
When I arrived I entered the house cautiously. Brian was in the living room playing X-Box and Dad was nowhere to be seen. I snuck into the kitchen and loaded the freezer with my purchases. I selected a half pint of cookie dough and a spoon and headed to my room. Once inside I sat the container on my dresser and changed into my pajamas. I took my pamphlets, card and ice cream and crawled into bed. I dug my spoon into the ice cream and began to flip through the pamphlets. My head began to pound. Just when I thought my life couldn't get any more soap opera-ish, it did. The words began to blur and the next thing I knew there was pounding at my door.
My eyes flew open at the sound. "Regan! Shane's here, should I send him up?" Brian yelled from the other side.
"Yeah!" I shouted back even though the last thing I wanted was company. I hid the carton of now melted ice cream under my bed and shoved my reading materials under my pillow as Shane walked through my door.
"Regan! Are you all right?" His eyes burned with concern.
"What are you talking about?" I asked trying to act innocent.
"My dad just called me half an hour ago. Your doctor faxed in a note saying you can't wrestle any matches for the next few weeks. It sounded serious, so I came to see you. Is everything all right?"
"Just peachy." I plastered a fake smile on my face hoping Shane would buy it. He cast a suspicious look my way and surveyed my room.
"What's this?" He reached under my bed and pulled out the ice cream container. "Ben and Jerry's!" Okay, this means either something really good happened to you or something really bad. I'm guessing bad, so you had better spill it."
"I can't Shane."
"Reg, we are best friends. Best friends tell each other everything."
"Shane, I promise. I will tell you when the time is right, but not now. I'm too confused." I could tell by the look on his face he was slightly hurt. "I'm sorry."
"That's okay. I brought your gift over. Thought it might cheer you up." He handed me a small, beautifully wrapped box. I ripped off the paper and opened the box. Inside was a silver oval shaped locket. "Open it up." I did and inside was an inscription.
"Regan and Shane. Best friends now, forever, and always. It's wonderful Shane. I love it." I gave him a kiss on the cheek and I laughed as I put it on. "You're such a sap."
"Hey, being a sap has benefits. I got a kiss didn't I!" I shoved him playfully.
"What am I going to do with you?" He shrugged, a giant grin on his face. "I'm sorry, I didn't have time to wrap your gift."
"That's okay. You could wrap it in old newspaper and I wouldn't care." I reached under my bed and handed him a box. I watched as he opened it. "Is this that watch I saw in New York a few weeks ago?"
"Yeah."
"I went back to get it and it was gone. I should have known it was you." He removed his old, beat up watch and replaced it with his new gold one.
"Now you'll always be on time for your dates with Trish." I watched a new smile creep up on his face. "So how are things going?"
"Great. We're going to Jay and Torrie reception together."
"Really." I had forgotten all about it. My head began to pound again. "Listen Shane, I'm really tired. So."
He raised his hand. "Enough said." He leaned over and gave me a hug. "If you decide to tell me what's going on, I'm just a phone call away."
"Thanks Shane." He headed out the door and waved good-bye. The door closed with a thud. I collapsed back onto my bed. A baby. I, Regan Elizabeth Lawler, was having a baby. Soon everyone would know. I shuddered at the thought of telling my parents. They would flip. I mean, don't get me wrong, a baby is good news, but not in these circumstances. I was having a baby, but not just anyone's baby. I was having Jay's baby.
A/N First off thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter. The feedback was amazing. I hope to update again in the next two days. Up next: Christmas at the Lawler's and Torrie and Jay's Reception. Thanks again. Any ideas and all opinions are welcome. Have a great day!
Chapter 20:
"Excuse me? I'm what?"
Dr. Olsen continued to smile at me. "Pregnant."
I shook my head in disbelief. "I can't be."
"I assure you Miss Lawler, you are."
"My job." I blurted out stupidly. "What about my job?"
"Well," he said crossing his arms. "What do you do for a living?"
"I'm a pro wrestler." I managed to choke out.
Dr. Olsen's face screwed up into a frown. He began to scribble furiously on a piece of paper. "I'm writing you a doctor's note. Now, I'm not writing exactly why. But this note should get you off work for a few weeks. This is the most common time for miscarriages so." I lost track of Dr. Olsen's words. My head spun out of control. I remember asking him to fax my note to Titan Towers because I wouldn't be back to work until Monday. He handed me several pamphlets on prenatal care and pregnancy and finally handed me a card indicating an appointment for next Wednesday with a specialist. Dr. Olsen showed me to the door and I headed home. Through my daze, I happened to notice a grocery store and pulled in. On a day like this I needed to help of two very wise guys. I wound my way through the store until I came to the freezer section. There behind the frost covered glass was Ben and Jerry. These guys are serious ice cream geniuses. I stocked up on the delicious half pints and headed home.
When I arrived I entered the house cautiously. Brian was in the living room playing X-Box and Dad was nowhere to be seen. I snuck into the kitchen and loaded the freezer with my purchases. I selected a half pint of cookie dough and a spoon and headed to my room. Once inside I sat the container on my dresser and changed into my pajamas. I took my pamphlets, card and ice cream and crawled into bed. I dug my spoon into the ice cream and began to flip through the pamphlets. My head began to pound. Just when I thought my life couldn't get any more soap opera-ish, it did. The words began to blur and the next thing I knew there was pounding at my door.
My eyes flew open at the sound. "Regan! Shane's here, should I send him up?" Brian yelled from the other side.
"Yeah!" I shouted back even though the last thing I wanted was company. I hid the carton of now melted ice cream under my bed and shoved my reading materials under my pillow as Shane walked through my door.
"Regan! Are you all right?" His eyes burned with concern.
"What are you talking about?" I asked trying to act innocent.
"My dad just called me half an hour ago. Your doctor faxed in a note saying you can't wrestle any matches for the next few weeks. It sounded serious, so I came to see you. Is everything all right?"
"Just peachy." I plastered a fake smile on my face hoping Shane would buy it. He cast a suspicious look my way and surveyed my room.
"What's this?" He reached under my bed and pulled out the ice cream container. "Ben and Jerry's!" Okay, this means either something really good happened to you or something really bad. I'm guessing bad, so you had better spill it."
"I can't Shane."
"Reg, we are best friends. Best friends tell each other everything."
"Shane, I promise. I will tell you when the time is right, but not now. I'm too confused." I could tell by the look on his face he was slightly hurt. "I'm sorry."
"That's okay. I brought your gift over. Thought it might cheer you up." He handed me a small, beautifully wrapped box. I ripped off the paper and opened the box. Inside was a silver oval shaped locket. "Open it up." I did and inside was an inscription.
"Regan and Shane. Best friends now, forever, and always. It's wonderful Shane. I love it." I gave him a kiss on the cheek and I laughed as I put it on. "You're such a sap."
"Hey, being a sap has benefits. I got a kiss didn't I!" I shoved him playfully.
"What am I going to do with you?" He shrugged, a giant grin on his face. "I'm sorry, I didn't have time to wrap your gift."
"That's okay. You could wrap it in old newspaper and I wouldn't care." I reached under my bed and handed him a box. I watched as he opened it. "Is this that watch I saw in New York a few weeks ago?"
"Yeah."
"I went back to get it and it was gone. I should have known it was you." He removed his old, beat up watch and replaced it with his new gold one.
"Now you'll always be on time for your dates with Trish." I watched a new smile creep up on his face. "So how are things going?"
"Great. We're going to Jay and Torrie reception together."
"Really." I had forgotten all about it. My head began to pound again. "Listen Shane, I'm really tired. So."
He raised his hand. "Enough said." He leaned over and gave me a hug. "If you decide to tell me what's going on, I'm just a phone call away."
"Thanks Shane." He headed out the door and waved good-bye. The door closed with a thud. I collapsed back onto my bed. A baby. I, Regan Elizabeth Lawler, was having a baby. Soon everyone would know. I shuddered at the thought of telling my parents. They would flip. I mean, don't get me wrong, a baby is good news, but not in these circumstances. I was having a baby, but not just anyone's baby. I was having Jay's baby.
A/N First off thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter. The feedback was amazing. I hope to update again in the next two days. Up next: Christmas at the Lawler's and Torrie and Jay's Reception. Thanks again. Any ideas and all opinions are welcome. Have a great day!