Authoresses note: Figured I'd get started on this one quickly, so it doesn't take as long as chap 2 did…sowwy 'bout that folks. Writer's block is an evil bitch type person. Oh, keep in mind; I know nothing about Florida, or its gated communities. *snicker*

Anyways, whenever this chapter gets done, just know that I had a hell of a time trying to bullshit to get to certain parts, so if the bullshitting sucks, well, you know it's just bullshit! Mwa ha!!

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            "You're insane, you know that, right?" Dwayne asked his wife as they walked into the arena for Smackdown. Ronda just laughed, wrapping an arm around his waist as they checked in with security. "I mean, you just lost your damn mind last night."

            "I don't know what came over me, I was just…I don't know, I was tired and I had a headache and I was just taking it out on you. It was funny as hell, though," she said, starting to laugh again.

Edge had the second match of the night and blah blah blah, I'm gonna see if I can skip to the next part. Lemme see…

Rocky had a tag team match with Triple H against Kurt Angle and Chris Jericho as the main event. When it was over he went to look for Ronda, and ended up finding her asleep on a makeshift bed consisting of a bench and her purse as a pillow in the empty women's locker room. She looked so peaceful lying there that he almost didn't want to wake her up, but then Trish walked in so he went over and kneeled down.

            "Ronda, wake up, it's time to go," he said, shaking her arm gently, but she didn't budge. "Trish, how long has she been in here?"

            "I don't know, I haven't been back here in a while."

            "Ronda? Come on baby, wake up," he said, shaking her a little harder. Her eyelids didn't even flutter. Trish walked over to the other side of the bench and kneeled down.

            "Ronda wake up!" she said, tapping her face lightly. "She's breathing, isn't she?"

            "Shit! Check and see," Dwayne said nervously.

            "She's breathing, but maybe we should get an agent in here or something," Trish suggested.

            "Ok," he answered as Trish got up and left. "Ronda!" Dwayne shouted, shaking her one last time before her eyebrows furrowed and she opened her eyes.

            "What?" she said sleepily.

            "Thank god you're alright," he said, hugging her.

            "What happened, why were you yelling at me?"

            "You wouldn't wake up." He said as Trish, an agent and an EMT came into the room.

            "Oh, good, she's awake."

            "Sorry for the scare or whatever. Isn't it time to go?" she said, then stood up and stumbled, almost falling over. 

            "That's it, you're going to the hospital, I don't like this at all." Dwayne said, sitting her down on the bench.

            "I'm fine; I'm just a little dizzy. My legs are probably asleep from lying on the bench. I wanna go home, DJ. I can go to the doctor anytime." Ronda concluded. Sighing, he nodded and they left.

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            "Ah, home at last," Ronda said dropping her bags on the floor and flopped down on the couch of their hotel suite. "I'm just glad that the next couple shows are here in Michigan so I can rest."

            "I wish we had gone back to Florida like I suggested so you could go see my doctor." Dwayne said sitting next to her.

            "Will you relax? Besides, my doctor's here, I'll go see her."

            "Ronda?"

            "DJ?"

            "I think you're pregnant."

            "What?"

            "No, really. I mean, think about it, you've been having these crazy mood swings, you're appetite has increased, and the way you've been sleeping lately has scared me."

            "That's your basis on the assumption that I'm pregnant?"

            "Well it makes sense to me."

            "Well, for your information, I've always eaten a lot, I'm a deep sleeper and I always have mood swings! But that's because I'm a Cancer and it doesn't mean that I'm pregnant!" Ronda said, bursting into tears and running into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

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The next night in Grand Rapids there was a house show that Dwayne was scheduled to wrestle in; he and Edge were in a tag team match against Chris and Kurt for the main event. Ronda was in the women's locker room with a few of the girls getting ready to go out.

            "Dammit Trish, I have to get another bag cuz I keep getting yours confused with mine," Ronda said, walking over to the bench where Trish was lacing up her boots and sat the bag down. She had just pulled on her pants when Trish looked over at her intently.

            "Ronda?"

            "What?"

            "Did you get something done?"

            "What are you talking about?"

            "Your boobs look bigger. Did you get something done?"

            "No," Ronda said, looking down since she was sitting there in her bra, "And stop looking at my boobs."

            "Yeah…you and Rocky were only gone for a week…oh my god, are you pregnant?" Trish asked with wide eyes.

            "Dammit, not this bullshit again," she mumbled. 

            "Oh, my god! You are!" Trish smiled.

            "No I'm not! My damn evil period will be here any day now. And I wish people would stop saying that I'm pregnant!" Ronda shouted, pulling on her shirt and storming out of the room.

            "Yeah, she's pregnant," Jackie said.

            "Oh yeah," Trish said laughing.

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The next day they went to Detroit early for the show there but Dwayne immediately dropped Ronda off at the hospital and she made him go to the hotel. About an hour later he came back and picked her up and they sat in silence.

            "So, how did it go?" he asked.

            "Alright," she said simply.

            "You okay?" he asked, he got a nod in response. He took the hint and they rode back to the hotel in silence. When they got back in Ronda threw her purse on the table and flopped down on the bed, turning away from her husband.

            'What if she's not pregnant after all?" he thought, 'What if it's something worse?' Dwayne sat down near the foot of the bed where she was lying and rubbed her legs comfortingly.

            "Whatever it is, we'll deal with it. And I won't pressure you either; you'll tell me when you're ready. Just know that whatever's going on that I love you no matter what. Ok?" she nodded again in response. Pursing his lips, he got up and kissed her on the forehead softly, pushing some strands of hair behind her ear. "I'm gonna go to the gym, I'll see you in a little while." Dwayne grabbed his bag and got the car keys from off of the table. He got halfway to the door when-

            "DJ, wait." Ronda sat up and turned around; sitting with her legs folded and pinched the bridge of her nose as if in thought.

            "Yeah?"

            "…I'm pregnant," she said as if she didn't want to admit it. Dwayne smiled, dropped his bag and quickly went over to her.

            "I knew it," he said, sitting beside her and leaning over to give her a kiss, but she turned her head so he kissed her cheek. "Oh, trying to play hard to get?" he said, then started to tickle her sides as she laughed, trying to get away from him.

            "Alright!" Ronda said, laughing.

            "I was right," he grinned.

            "This one time," she said, sticking her tongue out at him playfully.

            "I love you."

            "God, I hate it when you get all mushy," she said, groaning.

            "Don't make me tickle you again."

            "Alright! I love you, ok? God." She said, rolling her eyes in mock annoyance.

            "And you're having my baby," he said in a sing-song voice.

            "Did I remind you that you're not allowed to sing in front of the baby either? We don't need to scar the poor thing for life…" Ronda said grinning.

            "Ouch," Dwayne said, clutching his heart as Ronda laughed, then lent over and kissed him.

A/N-Aww, wasn't that sweetness? Well ya know what that means…*evil laugh*

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~*Three months later*~

            "Wow…"

            "Twins…"

            "Who knew?"

            "Not me, that's for damn sure," Ronda said, laying the ultrasound picture on the coffee table in their hotel room. They had settled into a nice house in Florida as well. Ronda didn't want to move to Davie, but Dwayne wanted to be close enough for Simone to see both her parents, so they moved into another gated community an hour away. But Ronda still insisted on going out with Dwayne on the road. The next few shows were in California.

            "So does this mean you have to take twice better care of yourself?" Dwayne said laughing. Ronda stared at him and he slowly stopped.

            "Stop making jokes for the next 6 months, please," she said lying back on the couch, her oversized shirt resting on the small bump in her stomach. "DJ, I'm hungry."

            "No, really?"

            "Ha, ha," she said sarcastically, throwing a small pillow at him when there was a knock at the door.

            "Room service is psychic now?"

            "If they are, you're tipping 'em extra," she said, smiling as Dwayne went over and opened the door.

            "Hello Dwayne," a voice said that made a chill go up Ronda's spine.

            "Dany…uh…" Dwayne managed to get out.

            "A 'hi' would be nice as well," she said, smiling politely as she walked inside the hotel room.

            "What the hell are you doing here?" Ronda snapped, walking over to stand beside Dwayne.

            "Are you going to let her speak to the mother of your child that way?" Dany said. She was dressed casually in a loose fitting pantsuit reminiscent of the outfit she wore the first time she and Ronda had met.

            "Stop trying to ignore me and answer my damn question!" Dany pursed her lips before she spoke again.

            "Well, I heard that you two were married and seeing as I was here on business and Dwayne was here on business-"

            "Bullshit, we've been married for months and DJ is an active father, of course you know that we're married."

            "Wow, if this is the language you use often, I'm not sure about you being around our daughter, right Dwayne?"

            "Oh you little-"

            "Dany, what are you really doing here?"

            "Can the two of us talk? You know, in private?"

            "No," Ronda snapped, narrowing her eyes at Dany. "Whatever you're going to say to him, you can say to me." After a pause and a slight nod she began to speak.

            "You know, when I first got the divorce papers, I was very shocked. It's not everyday your husband runs off without a word for a week and you have to find out from a piece of paper delivered by a courier that your marriage doesn't exist anymore," she started, her tone becoming more venomous as she continued. "When your own husband doesn't even come to you personally, nor have the decency to tell you that he wants a divorce, but instead runs off to Mexico for God's sake to get a quickie divorce! Then to find out that he's gotten remarried during said week in Mexico to the woman he's had an affair with during our seemingly happy marriage, well, how exactly was I supposed to take that, Dwayne?"

            "Look, Dany," he began.

            "Are you going to try and explain this away? There is no explanation or excuse for this! I was happy, I thought that you were happy, and then I find out that you run off with her! Well, did you think that I was just gonna sit at home and accept this? And how was I supposed to explain to Simone that all of a sudden her daddy doesn't live with us anymore? She's almost two, Dwayne! So I got in touch with my lawyer to find out my rights in this matter, when he pointed something very interesting to me."

            "You are not gonna try and get sole custody of Simone. You may not like me and that's your problem, but trying to take that little girl from her father-"Ronda said.

            "Why would I try to do that? I'd never do that to my daughter, what kind of mother would I be if I did? Besides, more importantly than that, I wouldn't want to, I don't need to, and I couldn't if I tried."

            "What are you talking about, Dany?" Dwayne asked.

            "Oh, it's simple really," she began with new confidence, "You two aren't married at all."

A/N-Good lord, that took a long ass time too, lol. Hope this chap wasn't too bad. But go ahead and enjoy the ramblings I made to myself while I was writing this, lol. Are you crazy if you talk to yourself and answer?

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GAH IT'S HAPPENING AGAIN!!!!!!!!!

I'M STUCK ON WHAT TO WRITE!!

OK, BREATHE RONDA, OK? Just relax, there's no rush. Hey, ya made them wait for about 3 weeks for the second chapter, and they want you to write something good, yanno? No flames to hurt your fragile ego.

Oh, thanks, that's a nice way of putting it.

Sorry.

*sigh* Anyways…

Hello?! Back to the pep talk!

Oh, SORRY! Ok, where was I? Um…ok, don't rush and plan out what you have. Remember, that's what you had the extra page for. Now, what do you want to happen in this chapter?

Well, Ronda's gonna figure out why she's been acting like a basket case, which is because she's pregnant.

Mm-hmm.

And then 3 months later, while they're all happy, Dany comes around and tells them that they aren't married at all, chap 4 is the showdown between Ronda and Dany.

Ok, see? You have what you want-

But I don't have how to get to it! Do I have her be a little-ah, nevermind.

Just remember, you can always go back and change what you don't like, right?

…yeah! Of course! Duh. I knew I liked you.

Well, I am you…

Technicalities.

K.

*sigh*

What NOW, Ronda?

I'm stuck again.

On what?

Ok, well, this is what I have so far. Ronda was sleeping and DJ kept trying to wake her up and she wouldn't wake up, which scared the crap out of him until she finally woke up, and he makes her go see a doctor while they're in Detroit.

So what's the problem?

The Detroit thing wasn't what I had planned…now that I think about it; I'm not quite sure what I had planned…

Just think, you know you had something.

Ok…I didn't think up that sleeping thing at all, but I couldn't just say "oh I'm pregnant" or something, I have to build up to it.

Right, right.

Then they're gonna go home and be all happifull and then Dany's gonna come in and bust up the whole groove. And when I'm done with this chap I can focus on writing the other parts, which lead up to the birth and stuff. What I have planned before the baby's born is gonna take about 2 chaps, with one being the actual birth.

Why don't you just bullshit until you find what you want?

Why don't I just relax until I get an idea in my head? You wouldn't want me to rush with the story and have it suck, would you?

No, of course not.

Well, good then. It's not like ff.net is up right now anyways…

Oh, just get online.

K!!