A/N: My Spanish might be a little bad in this chapter, because I'm only
learning like right now, but if it's bad I'm sorry. Also, thanks to
everyone who reviewed for me so far, I really appreciate it.
Samantha.
*************
"Young girl don't cry
I'll be right here when your world starts to fall
Young girl it's alright
Your tears will dry, you'll soon be free to fly
When you're safe inside your room you tend to dream
Of a place where nothing's harder than it seems
No one ever wants or bothers to explain
Of the heartache life can bring and what it means
When there's no one else, look inside yourself
Like your oldest friend just trust the voice within
Then you'll find the strength that will guide your way
You'll learn to begin to trust the voice within, yeah, oooh
Young girl don't hide
You'll never change if you just run away, oooh
Young girl just hold tight
And soon you're gonna see your brighter day, oooh oooh
Now in a world where innocence is quickly claimed
It's so hard to stand your ground when you're so afraid
No one reaches out a hand for you to hold
When you're lost outside look inside to your soul."
"How does that feel now?" Lita asked the brunette as she stopped playing the piano.
"I'm much more comfortable with it now, thank you."
"You're welcome." She told the younger woman. "It looks like you were performing for an audience." Lita gestured to the group of her friends standing across the room.
Christina went red.
"That was beautiful." Trish told her. "You should be proud of yourself."
"Come and sit." Lita invited everyone. "I'll see if there's some more lemonade in the kitchen."
"It's all right." John told her. "I'll get it, you just sit down."
"Christina, this is Trish, Rey, Steve, Rob, Christian and Stacy." Lita told her. "John's just gone into the kitchen."
"Are you shy around us?" John asked Christina, walking back into the room carrying a jug of lemonade and a stack of glasses.
"I've never been in a room where I've felt so intimidated." She admitted. "Not even when I was seated at the same table as Eminem and Britney Spears at the Grammys."
"These guys aren't scary." Lita told her.
"Out of the ring we're mostly just big teddy bears." Rob told her.
"You're certainly very laid back. I can't believe I've been taking singing lessons from Lita, and I'm sitting in a room with the better part of the RAW roster."
"So you're a fan then?" Steve asked.
"I've been to a couple of shows. My management know that I love it, so whenever I'm near where it's being held they get me tickets and I shove a baseball cap on so people can't recognize me."
"I wish I could do that." Stacy moaned. "Does anyone know how I can hide my legs?"
Lita smiled. "You find a way to hide my stomach and we'll see."
"Are you looking forward to giving birth?" Steve asked.
"God no!" Lita exclaimed. "You think I want to be in that much pain?"
Trish smiled. "You're going to be just fine. I promise."
"Is the baby active?" Christian asked, looking over at her large bump.
"It's kicking now," She told him, "Do you want to feel?"
Gingerly he reached his hand out to her stomach, stopping before he actually touched it. With a maternal smile Lita guided his hand to where the baby was kicking.
John crouched down and began to speak to her belly button. "Hey little guy, it's your uncle John out here. I just want to say hurry up and come to meet us, your mom would appreciate it if you came easily."
Everyone smiled as John spoke, while Lita reached out and put his hand over a spot on her stomach.
"What's that?" He asked.
"The baby's heart is just there." She told him. "Hey, Christina, I'm going to the pay-per-view tonight, do you want to come. I'm just going to hang out backstage, but we can watch with some of the guys in the locker rooms. Would that be okay Steve?" Lita asked.
"You've never really been to the wrestling until you've been backstage and watched with the superstars." Steve agreed. "I'll arrange a pass for you."
"That would be great, I wouldn't know how to thank you." Christina babbled, clearly excited.
"It's no trouble." Steve told her. "Just have a good night."
"Thank you again, I'd better get going. My minder will go off at me if I don't, and I have a nails appointment in twenty minutes. Lita, I'll call you if my management needs any security details."
Awkwardly Lita got to her feet and walked Christina out.
"Does anyone feel like going shopping, or going for a walk?" She asked as she walked back into the room.
"Honey, you'd had a pretty big day already." Trish told her, "Are you sure you want to go out?"
"Christina was delayed getting here for an hour so I went to sleep for a bit. I'm fine." Lita told her, fussing with some ornaments on top of a cabinet, and then moving to rearrange some cushions lying on a vacant chair. "I want to get out and clear my head a bit, Tia Ysabel would let me go out alone, but Rey won't."
"Tia Ysabel?" Stacy echoed Lita's pronunciation with difficulty.
"Rey's mama." She answered. "Do you want to come out for a little while?"
"I think it sounds like fun, we never did get to do much shopping last time I was here." Trish told her. "I'm in."
"I'm going to stay here a while." Rey told her, "I've still got some things I need to do."
"I think I'll head back to the arena." Steve added. "I still need to get together with Eric and sort out some last minute things."
"We'll see you both at the arena then." Lita told them. "I'll make sure these guys don't get lost or anything."
"So now I get a little apprehensive," John told Lita as the four of them wandered down towards one of the street markets, Lola trotting placidly at Lita's heels. "You know, since the only words I know in Spanish are 'nachos', 'fajitas', and 'burritos'."
"Then you can help us order food if we go to a restaurant." Trish smiled.
"I've got three more for you that will solve all of your problems." Lita answered with a smile. 'No hablo Espanol', 'I don't speak Spanish.'"
"I didn't even remember that you spoke Spanish." Stacy confessed. "I ended up buying all of these Spanish guide books and phrase books."
"Look at this." Trish stopped at a stall that sold hand-painted silk scarves. "This one would be a good color on you Li." She held up a deep maroon scarf.
"I think this one's your color." Lita picked up a white scarf, with flowers painted on it in baby blue.
"It's beautiful." She sighed. "Do you know how much it is?"
"Con permiso," Lita called to the stall holder, "?Cuanto esta?" *Excuse me, how much is this?*
"Lita!" The man greeted her in English. "How are you feeling?"
"Es vale." She answered. "I'm sorry I didn't recognize you Raul."
"It is all well. For your friend I will say, thirty American dollars." He told her.
"Thank you." Trish told him, handing over some American notes.
"Canadiense?" Raul asked Lita. *Canadian?*
"Trish is from Canada." Lita answered, absently rubbing her side. "We should get going, adios!" *Good bye.*
"I can't believe how simple it is for you to change between languages." Christian told her. "I only speak English, and a little butchered French."
"My French is still pretty good." Lita said as they continued to walk, "My Russian is passable, and I can speak enough Italian to get around the country."
"Where do you get time to learn all of these languages?" John asked.
"Mom is Mexican, dad is French, and I've traveled through Europe several times..." As her voice caught the others stopped, worried about her.
"Estoy bien." She told them, "I'm fine. Just restless."
Trish gave her a strange look, but said nothing.
"Let's get some cafe." Lita said, gesturing to a coffee shop. "You guys have to be thirsty in this heat."
"Dying." John admitted. "Let's go."
**********
"Okay, I'm having a slight problem," Christian told Lita, "The whole menu is in Spanish."
"I'll order for us." She told him. "What do you want?"
"Coffee?" Trish asked.
"Do they have any coke?" John asked.
"Christian, what do you fancy?" Lita asked.
"I'll have a coffee too."
"I think I'll have some coke too." Stacy told her.
"Con permiso, por favor," Lita said to one of the waitresses.
"Si?" The woman answered. "?Que desea ordenar?"
"Tomar algo," Lita answered. "Quisiera dos cafe, dos coca, una te, dos azucar."
"Leche?"
"Por favor."
"Buen provencho!" The waitress answered before walking off to put their order in.
"What was that all about?" Christian asked.
"She asked if we wanted milk, and I said yes, and then she told us to enjoy our drinks, in fewer words." Lita answered; as she spoke Lita winced again.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Trish asked, concerned.
"It's just a pain," She answered, rubbing her hip and side, "It'll pass."
**********
"Lita, are you okay?" Steve asked as she winced again, curling over slightly, one arm cradling her belly.
"I'm fine." She mumbled, sitting up straight.
"You don't look it." He told her, "You've been in pain all night."
"And all afternoon too." Lita told him, sounding almost resigned as she rubbed her belly. "I've been in labor since before Christina's tuition, but it's taking it's time."
"Shouldn't you be in the hospital?" Steve asked her incredulously.
"My contractions are still about twenty minutes apart. I'll go when they're ten minutes apart."
"What?"
Lita and Steve looked up to see Rey, Trish, Christian and John framed in the door.
"Why didn't you say something?" Trish asked.
"Because you all need to keep your heads in the game." Lita told them. "Plus, the baby's taking it's time to get here, I'd rather be here or at home than at the hospital for hours upon end staring at white walls and boring myself to death."
"Did you call your doctor?" Rey asked her, "Or mama?"
"I told both of them." She smiled. "I don't know what you're all getting so worked up about, women have been having babies for more than five thousand years."
"Women have, but our women haven't." John told her. "We worry about you."
As he spoke Lita turned her head, closing her eyes as her body stiffened, when she began to breathe easily again the others were staring at her.
"That wasn't twenty minutes." Steve told her.
"That was irregular." She agreed, leaning back to try and get more comfortable. Silently Christian moved to her side and began to rearrange the cushions for her.
"Better?" He asked.
"Thank you." Lita told him, glancing at the clock.
"So what do we do?" John asked, watching Lita's face constrict in pain again, her breathing became more rapid as the pain intensified. Once it was over she panted slightly.
"I thought you said you were having contractions every twenty minutes?" Trish asked.
"Call my doctor. Rey, call Dr. Ferrera. I think something just went wrong." As she spoke, Lita's face had become drawn with fear.
"Be easy luchadora." Rey told her, reaching out to take hand as he hit speed dial on her cell phone, and began to speak in rapid Spanish.
"It's okay." Trish reassured her. "Everything is going to be just fine."
"We'll get you to the hospital." Steve began. "I've put a call through to the ambulance we have here for the show. The paramedics will be here any minute."
She nodded, resting one hand on her swollen belly, where her baby was still safely inside her.
Samantha.
*************
"Young girl don't cry
I'll be right here when your world starts to fall
Young girl it's alright
Your tears will dry, you'll soon be free to fly
When you're safe inside your room you tend to dream
Of a place where nothing's harder than it seems
No one ever wants or bothers to explain
Of the heartache life can bring and what it means
When there's no one else, look inside yourself
Like your oldest friend just trust the voice within
Then you'll find the strength that will guide your way
You'll learn to begin to trust the voice within, yeah, oooh
Young girl don't hide
You'll never change if you just run away, oooh
Young girl just hold tight
And soon you're gonna see your brighter day, oooh oooh
Now in a world where innocence is quickly claimed
It's so hard to stand your ground when you're so afraid
No one reaches out a hand for you to hold
When you're lost outside look inside to your soul."
"How does that feel now?" Lita asked the brunette as she stopped playing the piano.
"I'm much more comfortable with it now, thank you."
"You're welcome." She told the younger woman. "It looks like you were performing for an audience." Lita gestured to the group of her friends standing across the room.
Christina went red.
"That was beautiful." Trish told her. "You should be proud of yourself."
"Come and sit." Lita invited everyone. "I'll see if there's some more lemonade in the kitchen."
"It's all right." John told her. "I'll get it, you just sit down."
"Christina, this is Trish, Rey, Steve, Rob, Christian and Stacy." Lita told her. "John's just gone into the kitchen."
"Are you shy around us?" John asked Christina, walking back into the room carrying a jug of lemonade and a stack of glasses.
"I've never been in a room where I've felt so intimidated." She admitted. "Not even when I was seated at the same table as Eminem and Britney Spears at the Grammys."
"These guys aren't scary." Lita told her.
"Out of the ring we're mostly just big teddy bears." Rob told her.
"You're certainly very laid back. I can't believe I've been taking singing lessons from Lita, and I'm sitting in a room with the better part of the RAW roster."
"So you're a fan then?" Steve asked.
"I've been to a couple of shows. My management know that I love it, so whenever I'm near where it's being held they get me tickets and I shove a baseball cap on so people can't recognize me."
"I wish I could do that." Stacy moaned. "Does anyone know how I can hide my legs?"
Lita smiled. "You find a way to hide my stomach and we'll see."
"Are you looking forward to giving birth?" Steve asked.
"God no!" Lita exclaimed. "You think I want to be in that much pain?"
Trish smiled. "You're going to be just fine. I promise."
"Is the baby active?" Christian asked, looking over at her large bump.
"It's kicking now," She told him, "Do you want to feel?"
Gingerly he reached his hand out to her stomach, stopping before he actually touched it. With a maternal smile Lita guided his hand to where the baby was kicking.
John crouched down and began to speak to her belly button. "Hey little guy, it's your uncle John out here. I just want to say hurry up and come to meet us, your mom would appreciate it if you came easily."
Everyone smiled as John spoke, while Lita reached out and put his hand over a spot on her stomach.
"What's that?" He asked.
"The baby's heart is just there." She told him. "Hey, Christina, I'm going to the pay-per-view tonight, do you want to come. I'm just going to hang out backstage, but we can watch with some of the guys in the locker rooms. Would that be okay Steve?" Lita asked.
"You've never really been to the wrestling until you've been backstage and watched with the superstars." Steve agreed. "I'll arrange a pass for you."
"That would be great, I wouldn't know how to thank you." Christina babbled, clearly excited.
"It's no trouble." Steve told her. "Just have a good night."
"Thank you again, I'd better get going. My minder will go off at me if I don't, and I have a nails appointment in twenty minutes. Lita, I'll call you if my management needs any security details."
Awkwardly Lita got to her feet and walked Christina out.
"Does anyone feel like going shopping, or going for a walk?" She asked as she walked back into the room.
"Honey, you'd had a pretty big day already." Trish told her, "Are you sure you want to go out?"
"Christina was delayed getting here for an hour so I went to sleep for a bit. I'm fine." Lita told her, fussing with some ornaments on top of a cabinet, and then moving to rearrange some cushions lying on a vacant chair. "I want to get out and clear my head a bit, Tia Ysabel would let me go out alone, but Rey won't."
"Tia Ysabel?" Stacy echoed Lita's pronunciation with difficulty.
"Rey's mama." She answered. "Do you want to come out for a little while?"
"I think it sounds like fun, we never did get to do much shopping last time I was here." Trish told her. "I'm in."
"I'm going to stay here a while." Rey told her, "I've still got some things I need to do."
"I think I'll head back to the arena." Steve added. "I still need to get together with Eric and sort out some last minute things."
"We'll see you both at the arena then." Lita told them. "I'll make sure these guys don't get lost or anything."
"So now I get a little apprehensive," John told Lita as the four of them wandered down towards one of the street markets, Lola trotting placidly at Lita's heels. "You know, since the only words I know in Spanish are 'nachos', 'fajitas', and 'burritos'."
"Then you can help us order food if we go to a restaurant." Trish smiled.
"I've got three more for you that will solve all of your problems." Lita answered with a smile. 'No hablo Espanol', 'I don't speak Spanish.'"
"I didn't even remember that you spoke Spanish." Stacy confessed. "I ended up buying all of these Spanish guide books and phrase books."
"Look at this." Trish stopped at a stall that sold hand-painted silk scarves. "This one would be a good color on you Li." She held up a deep maroon scarf.
"I think this one's your color." Lita picked up a white scarf, with flowers painted on it in baby blue.
"It's beautiful." She sighed. "Do you know how much it is?"
"Con permiso," Lita called to the stall holder, "?Cuanto esta?" *Excuse me, how much is this?*
"Lita!" The man greeted her in English. "How are you feeling?"
"Es vale." She answered. "I'm sorry I didn't recognize you Raul."
"It is all well. For your friend I will say, thirty American dollars." He told her.
"Thank you." Trish told him, handing over some American notes.
"Canadiense?" Raul asked Lita. *Canadian?*
"Trish is from Canada." Lita answered, absently rubbing her side. "We should get going, adios!" *Good bye.*
"I can't believe how simple it is for you to change between languages." Christian told her. "I only speak English, and a little butchered French."
"My French is still pretty good." Lita said as they continued to walk, "My Russian is passable, and I can speak enough Italian to get around the country."
"Where do you get time to learn all of these languages?" John asked.
"Mom is Mexican, dad is French, and I've traveled through Europe several times..." As her voice caught the others stopped, worried about her.
"Estoy bien." She told them, "I'm fine. Just restless."
Trish gave her a strange look, but said nothing.
"Let's get some cafe." Lita said, gesturing to a coffee shop. "You guys have to be thirsty in this heat."
"Dying." John admitted. "Let's go."
**********
"Okay, I'm having a slight problem," Christian told Lita, "The whole menu is in Spanish."
"I'll order for us." She told him. "What do you want?"
"Coffee?" Trish asked.
"Do they have any coke?" John asked.
"Christian, what do you fancy?" Lita asked.
"I'll have a coffee too."
"I think I'll have some coke too." Stacy told her.
"Con permiso, por favor," Lita said to one of the waitresses.
"Si?" The woman answered. "?Que desea ordenar?"
"Tomar algo," Lita answered. "Quisiera dos cafe, dos coca, una te, dos azucar."
"Leche?"
"Por favor."
"Buen provencho!" The waitress answered before walking off to put their order in.
"What was that all about?" Christian asked.
"She asked if we wanted milk, and I said yes, and then she told us to enjoy our drinks, in fewer words." Lita answered; as she spoke Lita winced again.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Trish asked, concerned.
"It's just a pain," She answered, rubbing her hip and side, "It'll pass."
**********
"Lita, are you okay?" Steve asked as she winced again, curling over slightly, one arm cradling her belly.
"I'm fine." She mumbled, sitting up straight.
"You don't look it." He told her, "You've been in pain all night."
"And all afternoon too." Lita told him, sounding almost resigned as she rubbed her belly. "I've been in labor since before Christina's tuition, but it's taking it's time."
"Shouldn't you be in the hospital?" Steve asked her incredulously.
"My contractions are still about twenty minutes apart. I'll go when they're ten minutes apart."
"What?"
Lita and Steve looked up to see Rey, Trish, Christian and John framed in the door.
"Why didn't you say something?" Trish asked.
"Because you all need to keep your heads in the game." Lita told them. "Plus, the baby's taking it's time to get here, I'd rather be here or at home than at the hospital for hours upon end staring at white walls and boring myself to death."
"Did you call your doctor?" Rey asked her, "Or mama?"
"I told both of them." She smiled. "I don't know what you're all getting so worked up about, women have been having babies for more than five thousand years."
"Women have, but our women haven't." John told her. "We worry about you."
As he spoke Lita turned her head, closing her eyes as her body stiffened, when she began to breathe easily again the others were staring at her.
"That wasn't twenty minutes." Steve told her.
"That was irregular." She agreed, leaning back to try and get more comfortable. Silently Christian moved to her side and began to rearrange the cushions for her.
"Better?" He asked.
"Thank you." Lita told him, glancing at the clock.
"So what do we do?" John asked, watching Lita's face constrict in pain again, her breathing became more rapid as the pain intensified. Once it was over she panted slightly.
"I thought you said you were having contractions every twenty minutes?" Trish asked.
"Call my doctor. Rey, call Dr. Ferrera. I think something just went wrong." As she spoke, Lita's face had become drawn with fear.
"Be easy luchadora." Rey told her, reaching out to take hand as he hit speed dial on her cell phone, and began to speak in rapid Spanish.
"It's okay." Trish reassured her. "Everything is going to be just fine."
"We'll get you to the hospital." Steve began. "I've put a call through to the ambulance we have here for the show. The paramedics will be here any minute."
She nodded, resting one hand on her swollen belly, where her baby was still safely inside her.