Chapter 13

Amber had morning sickness for about a month. My heart was with her. Vince begged us to take time off to rest but she refused, and so I refused with her. In the Coliseum we had a big thing where Mark wanted to reconcile and then asked Amber to represent us and to wrestle but she refused to wrestle, saying in a loud, attention grabbing voice, "I can't. I'm pregnant!" so that her voice echoed and everyone went into a bit of shock. Then we got a huge pop. So for a while Kane and the Undertaker were allies. It was fun. But we only lasted for about a month before splitting up again. Amber made appearances backstage almost every night but didn't come to ringside anymore and obviously didn't wrestle. By this time, Sable had been fired, John forgotten, and so she had no reason to be on camera because she had no rivals, but after a few months she stopped being on camera because she didn't like the way she'd begun to take shape. Her face was always had a bit of a blush to it and her breasts had gotten bigger, and she didn't like how she looked.

Some of the other wrestlers bought her clothes, things that they could find and thought she would like that could fit her. And her father paid for nursery furnishings in both my house and her apartment. Everybody, from fans to wrestlers to Amber's father were all very supportive. And Vince wasn't angry with her. It was a great time for us.

December was her seventh month, and it held out first Christmas together. It was then that she decided to take off from the Federation. And I did too. For storylines, we made it so that Mark sacrificed her and she walked off somewhere after setting me on fire. Corny, yes, but it seemed to work. And we went to my house in Vermont, where there was already a few feet of snow, and where it was almost always snowing in winter.

Neither of us were religious, so our Christmas was an American Christmas, not a Christian one. We bought each other presents and we made a tree and had a nice dinner but there was no religious value. Nonetheless, it was perfect. Christmas is a magical time for couples. And because we had stayed at Mark's house at Thanksgiving, he came to my house for a couple of days at Christmas until he had to go back to work. He and I went out on Christmas Eve and cut down a tree from the woods while Amber was in the house, cooking dinner. We worked together awesomely. No objections were ever made about the contribution that went into our living as a whole. The only objections we ever had was to Amber being as active as she wanted to be when her pregnancy was keeping her from doing so.

On Christmas day in the morning we opened presents, like little children in a way that I could only remember doing twice and had knowledge of only from television. Mark bought her a whole mess of things. He bought her a silver ring with her name engraved on the inside. The ring was thick, a dragon that wrapped around her finger with some red jewels as eyes.

The same red jewel appeared again in the eyes of another dragon, which hung from a necklace. The necklace was heavy, with a strong chain. It was silver, the dragon wrapped around a sword. And her initials, AC, were carved into the blade of the little weapon. When she was ecstatic with these things, I though she'd die when she realized that she still had three more presents from him. Mark had bought her a dagger, a bow gun, and a sword, all with the same jewels and dragon theme. On the sword, the hands where it met the blade was a dragon's head, so that the metal came out of its mouth. And "Amber Callaway" was engraved in a Gothic looking font on the blade.

And Mark bought me a motorcycle, which I laughed at. He said, "Now we can ride together…ha." He'd had a custom one made for me but it was still at the place where he'd bought it because he didn't want to bring it up in the snow. He had a picture of it, though. It was jet black, with flames on it that were not colored normally but with just dark red and gray.

It's funny…when you're a person with so much money that you can buy your own gifts, you have to always make sure that when you buy another person that same status (for example my brother) a gift, you have to make sure that it's something that they'll like. And something that comes from your heart. That was why almost everything we gave each other was custom made, so that the receiver of this gift wouldn't have it already. And so for Mark I had bought a dagger, custom made of course, which had a double sided blade and the handle was his symbol, with the blade being the part that came down in the center. The blade was steel or something…I dunno. Whatever blades are usually made of. And the symbol part was purple marble. When he opened it, he held it in his hands, the fifteen-inch long weapon lying across his open palms. For a long time he just stared at it with no expression. When Amber laughed he looked up at me, eyes piercing.

"Kane this is so cool," he put his hand around the handle and with the other grabbed his wrist and raised both arms over his head. He rolled back his eyes and then brought his arms back down. 

"You could use that on shows," Amber said. "You could go totally evil and like sacrifice people," she wigged her eyebrows. "Fun stuff."

Amber picked up a wrapped present and tossed it to him. He caught it and pilled the paper and ribbon off with one hand. He pulled the top off and dug through the packing confetti stuff, throwing it on the ground and pulling out the gift. It was a metal chalice, with purple jewels in the handle and little emblems of his symbol on the cup. Around the base of the cup it said "The Undertaker."

"Just for you," she said, grinning. He stood and walked over to her, bending down to give her a hug. He walked to me and did the same.

"You guys are the best," he wiped mock tears away from his eyes.

Then, Amber and I turned to each other and exchanged gifts. I opened mine first.

I opened the little box and looked down to see a picture of Amber staring back up at me. "That's egotistical," I said to her jokingly. But in truth, I loved it. It was black and white photo; the only color a vine of roses in the bottom left and top right corners and the color in her eyes. And she looked solemn, with the slightest bit of a smile. Beautiful. I smiled as I looked down at it. Tears rose in my eyes. It's a funny thing, love. It can twist your heart. And this picture of her staring at me preserved forever on a surface the way I saw her. I looked back up at her and gestured for her to open her present. She pulled the paper off easily. It was like a big square of paper, obviously a big framed picture. When she saw what it was she gasped.

"Oh my god…" she whispered. She looked up at me, both of us with tears in our eyes. "Kane how did you get this?"

"Your father."

She stood, tears in her eyes still, and walked over to me, hugging me. Mark laughed a little.

"Who is that?" he asked. She turned around and looked at him.

"It's my mother."

Later that night after we'd eaten dinner and Mark had gone to bed, we lay in our own bed, staring silently at each other. She couldn't yet decide where to put the portrait of her mother and so just leaned it against the wall in our room. She kept looking from me to the picture and then back to me. She was smiling so much that…well I don't know but she was smiling a lot.

"You have no I idea how much this means to me. I love this so much Kane. It's like-"

I gently put my finger against her lips and made her stop talking. "Shh," I said softly. "Amber, I'm happy. And I know that you are, too. Let's not talk about sad things of the past anymore, okay?"

She nodded and kissed me. "All right, Kane, if that's what you want."

To be continued