Chapter 30

"Christ…"

How the HELL was she supposed to tell Jon something like this, after they had cut ties with each other? He'd been just outside of the trainer's room, so he knew something was going on with her. Drew sounded like he would be here for her…she didn't know what that entailed, though. No matter what, she wasn't a baby killer, and this was her rainbow baby. She had lost Joseph's and be forever heartbroken over it, but this was a second chance for her to be a mother. Honestly, it was one of her dreams to be a mother – her and Joseph both wanted to be parents and have at least three kids.

"I'm keeping it, Andrew." She placed a hand on her stomach, letting out a shaky breath. "No matter who the father is, this is my baby and this may be my last shot at being a Mom." Tressa wasn't getting any younger and the older a woman became, the harder it was to get pregnant.

"All right," Even though he didn't know Tressa all that well, Drew hadn't seen her as the type who would terminate a pregnancy, especially not after everything she had gone through with her last one. "I'm here for you, Tressa." He reassured her, though he had to wonder how this was all going to work out once Jon found out. She was going to likely have them both up her ass until they knew one way or another on who the father of the wee one was. This was going to be awkward, he could already see it. "Come on." He gently guided her back onto the bed, mindful of the IV.

Drew guided her to lay back on the bed and she took his hand, so much turmoil and uncertainty swirling through her watery, red-rimmed, swollen greys. Tressa wanted to trust what the Scotsman said, but something told her to keep her guard up. "I told Jon I only wanted friendship from him from and I don't have the same feelings for him that he does for me." She confessed, turning on her side to face Drew and reached out to stroke his bearded face with the back of her hand. "That's why we've been…distant with each other, or rather, he's been distant from me." Jon needed time to get over her and now she was about to destroy that distance with this pregnancy. "Y-You don't have to be here for me if this is going to cause chaos in your life, Andrew. I mean, unless this is your baby and then I hope you would want to be here…" Tressa would understand and respect whatever decision he made.

"I'm not going to lie, this is a lot to take in, Tressa." Drew admitted, dropping down into the chair beside her, never pulling his hand from hers.

Hearing she was pregnant, and it could be Jon's or his, how did any man wrap their mind around that? It would have been so easy to walk away from her and, admittedly, that had been his first, selfish reaction, but…here he was anyway. Another small part of him actually felt bad for Jon. Jon apparently loved her and it wasn't returned, and now she was going to spring on him that she was pregnant and it could potentially be his. This was a giant mess.

"But I'm not going anywhere." He flashed her a reassuring smile, meaning what he said. "You're going to need support." He had a feeling she was going to need a LOT of support.

Only time would tell if he truly meant what he said. "Okay." Closing her eyes, the exhaustion from the night took over and Tressa slowly fell asleep, her hand never once leaving her stomach.

"Are you sure you can work, Tressa? Why don't you go home and get some rest?" Stephanie suggested, looking at her lead seamstress with worry in her eyes. They had been friends for a long time and she knew everything Tressa had been through, including her first miscarriage.

"I'm fine, Stephanie. I'm pregnant, not sick." Tressa assured her, having already informed the woman of her condition and the Zofran was doing wonders for her nausea. "I'm just tired, but that's nothing I can't deal with. I'm not leaving, I have a job to do."

Stephanie smiled at Tressa's tenacity and held her hands up, deciding to let the woman make her own decision. "Very well, all right, I won't press the issue anymore, but just know, if you need to go home to rest, all you have to do is say the word."

Tressa nodded, thanking Stephanie and headed out, wringing her hands together. She was still trying to find a way to tell Jon about the pregnancy and wondered if he was at the arena yet. Drew was at the gym working out and had already texted her to ask if she needed anything. She didn't ignore him, letting him know she was fine and at the arena to work. More than likely, Jon was at the gym as well and she frowned, turning her phone in her hand, deciding maybe a text message was the best way to do this.

I'm pregnant, Jon.

She hit the send button before she could stop herself and set her phone to the side, thankful the Zofran had kicked in or else she would have spewed all over the table.

Jon was in the gym, ignoring Colby's taunts about trying CrossFit -he wasn't THAT big of a sucker for pain- and working out on his arms. Arm day was a real thing, just like leg day. He had seen way too many athletes skip leg day and wound up buff on top of toothpick legs. No thanks. He heard his cell go off and ignored it, listening as Joe talked about the newest developments at home with his own family. By the time he was done, he was soaked in sweat. Sitting up, he took his towel and wiped his face and shoulders, breathing heavily.

"Hand me my cell, Uce." He grinned when Joe rolled his eyes and retrieved it, swiping the lock screen.

Drew was across the gym, trying to ignore that the other potential baby daddy of Tressa's wee one was right there, without a clue. He nearly smacked himself with the tension pulley he was using for resistance training when he heard Jon beginning to curse. Joe and Colby both stared at Jon as he cursed a blue streak, using every word, and maybe even making some up, he could think of.

His face was red and he was PISSED.

"Bro, BRO, JON!" Joe finally shouted, trying to snap his friend out of his ranting and planted both of his huge hands on the man's shoulders. They were trembling. This man was trembling from head to toe and he'd already broken his cell phone, crushing it in his hand.

What the HELL could have set Jon off like this?

Colby was wondering the same thing, picking up the mangled piece of equipment with a deep frown. "Jon, what's going on, man?" He asked almost hesitantly, sharing a worried look with Joe as they both stared at their brother.

Jon didn't say a word, mumbling something about needing to get to the arena and took off, not bothering to shower.

"What the fuck just happened?"

Joe wished he knew.

Pregnant. She was pregnant. This was God laughing at him. Jon knew without a shadow of doubt this was his baby. He was the only man Tressa had been with since Joseph had died and he groaned, raking a hand through his short hair. He already knew that this wouldn't change anything between them, not feeling wise anyway, and he let his head drop to hit the steering wheel. Their relationship, their friendship, was already on tenterhooks because he had stepped back to get his head straight. To come to terms that, while Tressa would always be a part of his life, it wouldn't be in the capacity he had wanted. Now this.

We need to talk. He sent her finally, reaching for his pack of cigarettes. Yeah, they really, REALLY needed to talk.

Their spot. She was waiting in their spot outside of the arena, leaning against the building, without a cigarette in hand. There would be no more smoking or drinking now that she was pregnant. Tressa swallowed hard at the screeching tires of the vehicle in the parking lot and knew it was Jon. Her stomach was twisting violently and it had nothing to do with morning sickness. What the hell was he going to say when she told him this may not be his baby? Her eyes didn't leave the vehicle, watching him storming, stalking, toward her until he was mere inches from her. She didn't bother responding to his text message and simply waited for him to arrive for the show tonight.

"Jon…" His name came out of her mouth in a soft choke, feeling his hand rest on her stomach and placed hers over his, their eyes remaining locked. "I have to tell you something…and you're probably going to hate me for it."

Jon was feeling for some physical sign of pregnancy and the only thing he could tell that was different was the fact that her stomach was harder than it had been once. Sighing, he stepped away from her, he hadn't missed the way her voice had choked up saying his name. Putting space between them, he lit another cigarette and just stared down at her.

"What is it, darlin'?" He asked quietly, resignation in his tone.

At this point, there wasn't much she could say that would be any worse than the words they had already exchanged.

She was terrified. Talking to her best friend about this situation scared the hell out of her because Tressa had no idea how he was going to react. "B-Before I tell you, you have to understand I never meant for this to happen. For ANY of this to happen, this baby…" Shutting her eyes, Tressa mentally counted backward from 10 to keep herself calm, but couldn't stop the tears from sliding down her cheeks. "Jon…the weekend of the Royal Rumble…I was angry with you. I was angry at myself for what happened between us. I was drinking and…I wound up leaving with someone else that night. The night after we had sex…" The angry, barbaric sex that had left her bruised and marred. Now, those electric blues were locked on her and Tressa felt her heart pounding vigorously in her chest, the intensity in them, the fire…she actually took a step back to press against the wall again. "I-I don't know if this is your baby or not because I slept with you and someone else, back-to-back, that weekend. And that's when I conceived since I'm about 4 weeks along, according to the doctor."

Out of EVERYTHING she could have said, that was the very last thing Jon would have ever expected. Tressa had been feeling guilty over sleeping with someone who wasn't her husband, she had railed at him about how she would never love anyone except Joseph and her heart was in the grave with him. Then she had hopped on another's man dick. That was just…he began laughing, not knowing why, but there it was. Jon leaned back against the wall, his cigarette dangling down by his thigh and just laughed.

"Fuck…" He rasped, bringing his free hand up over his eyes.

It was just sex between them, to Tressa, and now she knew it was more to Jon than she thought or realized. That laughter was full of pain and heartbreak – there wasn't a single solitary happy note in his voice and tone. She opened her mouth to say something else and closed it, knowing she couldn't make this right. What's done was done and she had to focus on how to keep this baby from dying. At least he knew the truth and now she had no idea what would happen in the future, but Tressa could NOT bring herself to tell him who exactly the other possible father was.

Quite frankly, it wasn't his business anyway.

"I um, I need to head back inside…" Tressa normally would have gone to him, dropped beside him, and tried to comfort him, but those days were long gone. Sex really did screw their friendship up, just like she knew it would, even after Jon swore it wouldn't.

Jon caught her gently by the arm before she could go back inside, the laughter dying as his eyes searched hers intently. "Who is the other guy, Tres?" He asked softly, part of him hoping she'd say just some random one-night stand and the other part afraid it would be another coworker. She had this look on her face and he felt his heart sinking, knowing it was going to be that second option and she wasn't going to tell him one way or another. "Not my business." He said, nostrils flaring. "What do you need from me, darlin'?" Besides for him to go away.

"Not to hate me. And I know you're doing everything you can not to feel that hatred." Tressa had no idea if her and Drew would continue their friends with benefits deal they had going on. She really didn't want Jon to find out the hard way about them screwing around and felt her own heart sink at the look on his face. "Please don't hate me for this." She whispered, placing her hand on his chest over his heart, fresh tears streaming down her cheeks. "It's Andrew, Jon." Confusion registered on his face until she clarified it for him. "Drew. It's Drew McIntyre – the other guy." He immediately released her arm and hauled off, punching the building as hard as he could with his closed fist. Tressa backed up, covering her mouth with her shaking hand and knew she just shattered the man to pieces.

"Are you kidding me, Tres?!" Obviously, something was seriously broken in this woman. He should have known that from day one when she had pushed him away, while also pulling him towards her, those damn mixed signals. Can't do it. Can do it. Just friends. Only sex. "I thought you were afraid of him!" He could easily recall coming out and seeing her shaking because of an encounter with McIntyre. "He knows, doesn't he?" He was pacing now, ignoring his definitely broken fist as he stared down at her. "He knows you're pregnant." He would bet money on it, and that hurt, knowing she had gone to the other guy first.

"He came to the hospital last night to see me. And yes, I told him because he has a right to know, just like you do, Jon. You BOTH have a right to know because either one of you is the father." Tressa would have told Jon first had she saw him, AFTER the bloodwork was done. "I didn't know for sure when I walked out of the trainer's room and I had to get to the hospital because I was severely dehydrated from all the vomiting. I didn't have time to tell you what was going on because, until I knew for a fact I was pregnant, I wasn't saying a damn word to anyone. The bloodwork confirmed it and I have a vaginal ultrasound in a couple of weeks to check and make sure everything is fine." Providing she didn't miscarry from all this emotional turmoil – it was déjà vu all over again with Joseph's baby. "I ignored his text messages and phone calls, just like I ignored yours, and he came to the hospital to see me in person, so I told him."

Jon had to wonder if there was any guilt at all in her. She had felt like shit for 'cheating' on her husband, like she was doing something wrong. Not that long ago, she had told him the only man for her was the one who was lying in the grave. Now she was pregnant and it could be his OR Drew's…there was no way even Tressa was oblivious to just how fucked up that was – she was.

"Let me know when your next appointment is." He said in a much calmer tone, finally giving his hand his attention.