Chapter 29

Jon immediately turned and about faced, ignoring Larry's orders to get the hell out of the room. "You okay?"

"Does she look okay?"

Jon gave Larry a dirty look, frowning as he ran a hand over his head. When Tressa finally stopped hurling into that trashcan, his eyes widened. Tressa looked like death warmed over.

Larry was passing her damp towels, already mentally running over the potential checklist of what was wrong with her. "Out, Ambrose."

Frowning, Jon stepped out into the hallway, folding his arms over his chest.

Rolling his eyes, Larry stormed over to slam the door shut.

Once she stopped throwing up, Larry laid Tressa down and immediately gave her a Zofran to pop under her tongue, letting the medicine dissolve. Hopefully, it would stop her from vomiting while he checked her over, nodding as he took his gloves off. "Tressa, when was your last menstrual cycle?" He asked, keeping his tone professional and looked at her as she slowly sat up, knowing the Zofran had kicked in.

That nauseous feeling was gone for now. "It was…" She frowned, thinking back to when she last had a period and realized, at that moment, she was late. Very late. Two weeks late, actually. "Six weeks ago…it was the beginning of January, right after New Year's Day…" Her voice had grown quiet, thoughtful.

Larry nodded, pulling something out of a cabinet and handed it to her. "Go to the bathroom and take this test. You might be pregnant."

Swallowing hard, Tressa numbly took the test and slid off the bedding to go into the private bathroom, opening the packaging with shaking hands. Oh god…what if she was pregnant? Two weeks late would put her at…the Royal Rumble. Those two nights back to back…if the Zofran hadn't kicked in already, she would've vomited all over again for a different reason.

"Shit…shit!" Drinking water, since she was extremely dehydrated, it took a bit to muster up enough piss to take the damn thing and she set it aside, waiting the longest 10 minutes of her life.

When she looked at it again, 10 minutes later, Tressa felt her heart plummet to the depths of her stomach.

It was positive.

When Tressa didn't emerge after 30 minutes, Larry finally knocked on the door. He heard a mumbled 'it's open' and pushed the door open, letting out a slow sigh when he seen the look on her face. There was no doubt about it, he didn't even need to look at the test, her face was saying everything.

"All right. I'm going to send you to the local hospital to have bloodwork to verify, and I'll write you a prescription for more Zofran and prenatals if you want them." He kept his tone calm and professional, knowing it wasn't his place to pry into her personal life.

"C-Can I wait until after the show to…" Larry shook his head, knowing letting her wait would only make it worse. "All right, I'll go now." She mumbled, taking the prescription and tossed the pregnancy test in the trashcan, covering it up with some toilet paper. Nobody needed to know her business. Once again, feeling numb, Tressa walked out of the trainer's room and saw Jon was waiting for her, immediately feeling tears burn her eyes at the sight of him. "Don't." She ordered, holding her hands up and shook her head, not having time for this, for him, right now.

"Tres…"

"I said don't, Jon!" Her voice rose a little, a shakiness to it and hated the pain in his eyes while he looked at her. "Tell Joe I said congratulations. I'm on my way to the hospital. Dehydration, apparently." Joe was officially back on the roster, in the company, and cancer-free…the same night she found out she was pregnant and didn't know who the father was. Tressa would never forget this night and took off down the hallway, heading straight for the exit.

Drew, at the other end of the hall, had caught that exchange, though he hadn't been able to hear it. He had seen Tressa emerging from the trainer's room and even from here, he could tell she had been crying, maybe was crying. Jon looked confused and concerned. Masking his own concern, he walked towards the office, wondering what he had missed and if she was okay. Asking Larry in front of Jon, however, was just asking for trouble. No, he'd have to text her.

Tressa ignored the text messages, knowing it would just worry the Scotsman, but…she needed time to herself. She needed time to reflect and figure out what the hell she was going to do. A baby – between two men that she WILLINGLY slept with. No protection used. What the hell did she THINK would happen? Then she kept having sex with Andrew throughout the past month without protection! The Scotsman didn't mention anything about protection or ask if she was on anything. Neither had Jon.

Groaning, she sat in the emergency room while her blood was taken, testing for a few things since it was pregnancy. They also gave her an IV bag to help with her dehydration from all the vomiting she had done over the past several days. The doctor was concerned about the dehydration and admitted Tressa, wanting her to get some actual rest and pump fluids through her system. Tressa tried fighting it, but in the end, she was in a hospital room with her phone, in a hospital gown, sucking down water and contemplating texting Andrew back. Instead, she just set her phone down on the tray in front of her and turned on her side, silent tears sliding down her cheeks. Pregnant with another baby…who wasn't Joseph's and she didn't even know who the damn father was.

The universe had a wicked sense of humor, indeed.

"I really shouldn't be doing this…" Came the older female nurse's voice from just outside the cracked door. "She's not supposed to have visitors at this hour…"

"You're doing me a favor, ye winsome lass." Drew had his accent out at full tilt, his blue eyes sparkling wickedly as the older woman practically melted at his feet. He blamed Harlequin romance novels for this obsession for Scotsmen, they romanticized the piss out of Highlanders. However, it was now working in his favor with what he was doing.

"Do you ever wear a kilt?"

Oh dear Lord above. "Aye, for special occasions." He winked down at her, sweeping by and into the room when she held the door open. Creepy old broad.

Tressa had just walked out of the bathroom, wheeling the stupid IV stand with her and froze at the sight of Drew staring back at her. What the hell was he doing here? "Hi…" It was WAY after visiting hours and she saw the nurse walk away from the door, after ogling the Scotsman a lot longer than necessary. Very professional, dumb bitch, she thought, walking back to the bed with the IV stand and slid beneath the white blanket. "What are you doing here, Andrew?" Didn't she make it clear she wanted to be left alone when she didn't respond to any of his text messages or phone calls?

Jon had texted her a couple times and she ignored him too.

"Now dearie," Drew shut the door behind him, but didn't make a move to go towards her. She was pretty irritated with him and he supposed he didn't blame her. But…All she had to do was text him and let him know what was going on and he would have left her alone. "You were supposed to let me know what was going on, and you've been ignoring me instead. You cannae leave a lad hanging like that." His gaze softened as he took her in, that IV, her somewhat puffy and pale face. "I'm sorry, Tressa, I was worried." He admitted, being truthful with her. Though, since the nurse HAD let him in, he was going to venture out on a limb and assume it wasn't something contagious.

Her face softened, along with her eyes, because it was incredibly sweet of him to come check on her, even if he had to pay off that nurse or coerce her to let him in here. "I'm not mad at you, if that's what you're thinking." Tressa was mad at herself for not being more responsible and lowered her eyes from his to stare down at the blanket, wondering if now was the time to drop the bomb on him. "And I'm not sick either…like I thought I was."

How would he react? Would he want anything to do with her or the baby? Did she even WANT this baby? There were so many questions as she slid her fingers through her hair, gripping it.

"I'm sorry for ignoring you. I just…there's something I need to tell you, Andrew, and…god, I'm scared…" Terrified was more like it.

Now his heart had sank all the way down to the soles of the boots he was wearing. Drew had showered and dressed after the show and then come straight here to her since she had ignored all his text messages. Jeans, a lightweight button up shirt and these boots, he was probably overdressed for a hospital visit. His earlier thoughts of cancer and such were now coming back full force and he reached up to rub his temple, mentally bracing himself for the worst.

"All right, lass, out with it." He ordered finally, walking over to pull her hand away from her hair.

Staring up into his beautiful ocean blues, Tressa blinked as fresh tears slid down her cheeks and Drew didn't release her hand. How was she supposed to tell him this news when it was still so fresh to her? If he was the father, he deserved to know the entire truth, including the fact Jon could also be the father of her baby. This was just a surreal, insane situation.

"I'm sorry, Andrew…" She whispered, feeling his fingers squeeze hers and took a deep, shaky breath, her free hand resting on her still flat stomach. "This is harder than I thought it'd be. Umm…fuck…" Ripping the band-aid off as fast as possible was the most painless. "I don't have the stomach flu, I am dehydrated, which is why they admitted me, but they also did it because…" She swallowed hard, her voice growing quieter with every word that came out of her mouth. Tressa couldn't meet his eyes and dropped her gaze to the blanket again, to their entwined fingers. "I'm pregnant, Andrew…and I don't know if it's yours or…Jon's…"

And that is how, with mere words, this tiny thing of a woman dropped the Scotsman to his knee. Literally. He was now eye-level with her stomach and all he could do was stare at it, looking for signs of pregnancy. Obviously, there wouldn't be anything visible, not at this point, but that didn't stop him. His or Jon's, and that told him the conception time was right when she had finished things with Jon and picked up with him. Contraceptive never crossed his mind because most mature women were on that, so he was an idiot.

"Does he know?" He asked quietly.

"No, not yet." Tressa replied quietly, her grey eyes wide the moment Andrew dropped to one knee at her bedside, his eyeballs fixated on her stomach. "T-They're saying – the doctor – I'm around 4 weeks along." Royal Rumble weekend. It would be impossible to find out who the father of her baby was – it was either Jon or Andrew. "They said that pregnancy symptoms can come on very quickly early…and apparently, that's what happened with me. Umm…miscarriage plays a factor in that and…Andrew, I didn't tell you this and I didn't think I ever would, but…this isn't my first baby. I lost…my husband's baby when he died. Shortly after. I didn't know I was pregnant and lost the baby because of all the trauma his death put me through…"

Now she was openly crying, pulling her hand away from him to cover her face, the guilt crashing over her intensely. She was having another man's baby. Not Joseph's…she had lost the last piece of him…and now she either had a piece of Jon or Drew growing inside of her. Those chest heaving, soul wracking sobs of hers wrenched Drew from his thoughts and spurred him into action. Standing up, he reached out to gently pull her into his arms, not sexual or sensual about it.

This was just one person giving comfort to the other because that was what she needed. Those were grieving wails escaping her, guilt, and sorrow, and he had a feeling she was thinking about her dead husband. She had lost so much in such a short span of time, how was any of that fair? Her husband and then the last piece of him in the span of weeks, he couldn't wrap his head around what she must be feeling right now, being pregnant with another man's child.

"What do ye wanna do, Tressa?" He asked quietly once her cries finally started to taper off.

Tressa clung to him as he held her and didn't answer him for a while, trying to stop crying, trying to wrap her own mind around this. Her arms tightened around his huge body and Drew gently rocked her, kissing her forehead, and murmured in that deep, low accented voice of his. It soothed her, surprisingly, and the sobs slowly calmed down, but the tears didn't stop. What did she want to do? What DID she want to do? Tressa had no idea and was terrified to talk to Jon because he did not know about her and Drew hanging out yet. He was about to get a very rude awakening because she wouldn't just make a decision without him.

He was her best friend and now possibly the father of her baby.

"I-I know we don't know each other that well…" She sniffled, slowly pulling back to wipe her tears away and looked up into his ocean pools again. "W-What do you think I should do, Andrew? What do you want me to do? I-I can't make this decision without you…and Jon, and I want your opinion. D-Do you want to be a father? If you don't, and you want nothing more to do with me, I'll understand…" It would hurt, but she would not blame the Scotsman for running in the opposite direction of her.

Drew had absolutely no answer to that because there was the chance it wasn't his baby. And he had no suggestions to give her on what to do because his mind was a little occupied, dazed, and he wasn't the one who had to ultimately live with the decision if she made a bad one. "Ye gonna have to talk to Jon." He advised finally, sighing. "I can't tell ye what to do any more than he can. All I can do is be here for ye." And apparently the baby she was carrying.

This woman had the strangest luck.