Sacrificing Morgan
Chapter Thirteen: Tragedies
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"Morgan." Chris solemnly said her name. Morgan turned around quickly, and moaned. Nausea swept over her. "Oh, god." She mumbled. She turned pale and grabbed Chris's hand. "Are you okay!" Chris exclaimed. It was more of a shout than a question. Morgan breathed in and stood back up.
She regained her normal color back. "Phew. Yeah, I am fine. Normal pregnancy symptoms. I am always nauseated. Malcolm really didn't care for that." She flinched at the thought. Chris cradled her. "I am sorry." Morgan nodded. "So am I. I was an asshole. I chose him over-"
"Don't finish that sentence." Chris warned. "That's the past. This is the future. You and me. That's our future. Malcolm probably got the divorce papers already." Morgan sighed. "He won't sign them." Chris sat down on the bed. "Why not?" Morgan frowned. "When I told him I was divorcing him, he said he wouldn't sign them. He said I married him, I fucked him. He wouldn't sign them."
Chris felt anger welling up inside him. "That-" Morgan gently sat down next to Chris. "It's okay. I don't care if I am still married. I have a plan." Chris cocked an eyebrow as well his head. "Plan?" He repeated. Morgan nodded. "Malcolm has no idea where I went. He'll file a missing person's report, and when two decades go by, he'll have report me legally dead."
"That's morbid." Chris frowned. She shrugged. "I am dead. He killed my spirit." Chris stroked her shoulder. "I can bring it back." He kissed her on the lips suddenly. Morgan nodded. "I am counting on it."
Chris hugged her tightly. "Why did you come back to me?" He whispered. Morgan broke out of the hug and looked at him. "You're the only one who still loved me." Chris felt a tear slide down his cheek. "Oh, Morgan." He then looked at her and grinned. "I never thought I could love anyone who came from the same womb as Stephanie McMahon Helmsley."
Morgan burst out laughing. "You sure know how to ruin a serious moment." Chris grinned. "Call it a talent." He took a page out of Morgan's book, knowing that she said the same exact thing to him before this whole mess happened. Morgan grinned. "All right."
She doubled over suddenly. "Ow…" She mumbled. Chris lifted her face up. "What?" Morgan gripped his hand. "She's kicking." Chris nodded. "Squeeze my hand as hard as you can." Morgan nodded. "Ow." Chris mumbled, looking at his red throbbing hand.
"She's still kicking?" Chris asked Morgan, who was now wiping tears away. "Son of a bitch…" She breathed in slowly and cried out in pain. "Oh god, Chris… I don't think this is right…" Morgan wrapped a hand over her stomach and screamed. "Chris…" She cried. Chris released his hand from hers and saw that Morgan was bleeding. "Oh shit." He panted.
Chris took the first thing that he saw that could have absorbed the blood that was basically pouring from Morgan. He grabbed a hand towel. "Chris…" Morgan swallowed her tears. "I lost the baby."