A/N: Another chapter is up!
I like this personally, but let me know what you all think,
Thanks,
Samantha
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"We'll meet you at the hospital." Trish told Lita as the paramedics prepared her to leave.
"No, stay here and keep your head in the game." Lita told her, wincing slightly. "Kick Jazz's ass and bring the Woman's Championship belt to see me in the hospital. We'll see about waiting until you get there before the baby is born, but I won't make any promises."
"You'll do just fine." Trish told her, "I'll see you later."
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"Come on now, be brave luchadora. Bring this bebe into the world." Rey coached her, holding her hand as another contraction hit and Lita struggled not to scream as the pain intensified.
"You're doing great." He promised, "All over in no time."
"It's not. I can't do this." She panted. "Goddamn it Rey, it hurts."
"Come on mami. You can do this, you've been through too much for this little one to give up now."
"Please, make it stop." Lita pleaded with him. "Make it stop."
"It's okay luchadora, bebe will be here soon." Rey promised. "Just hold on a little longer."
"No one said it could hurt this much!" Lita groaned.
"Come on Lita," Dr. Ferrera told her, "It won't be long now, just a few more big pushes and we'll have this baby born."
"I can't, I can't push any more. I'll turn myself inside out."
"Let's finish this mami." Rey squeezed her hand. "You can bring this baby into our world."
Lita strained again as another contraction wracked her body, panting heavily, but with a newfound strength, prepared to push when her next contraction came.
She groaned as she pushed for the last time, dropping back into the pile of pillows, almost exhausted as Rey squeezed her hand. While she lay there, trying to get her breath back, Dr. Ferrera and one of the nurses was bending over the bench her baby lay on.
"Get him to ante-natal, stat." Dr. Ferrera was saying to the nurse. "I want him in an oxygen tent straight away."
Frightened by the doctor's words, Lita forced herself back into a sitting position, "What's going on? Where's my baby?" There was an edge of hysteria to her voice when she spoke.
"Lita, you just gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. The umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck when he was born though, and he wasn't breathing properly. I've had one of the nurses take him to our ante-natal word where he will have specialist care." Dr. Ferrera explained. "We'll get you cleaned up, and then you can go up and see him."
"Rey, go with my son, take care of him for me until I get there." When she spoke Lita had tears in her eyes.
"Who is going to stay with you mami?" He asked gently. "I can't leave you all alone."
"Rey look after my baby, see if there's anyone in the waiting room, and ask one of them to sit with me, but please promise me you'll look after my son."
"Okay mami, someone will be here in a minute." He kissed her hand and left the room, a sad look in his eyes.
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"What's happening?" John got to his feet as soon as he saw the small Mexican man. "Is everything alright?"
"Lita's bebe is... he wasn't breathing properly. I'm going up to where they took him now, I promised her I would. Someone should go in and sit with her she's frightened. The doctor didn't even let her hold him, not even for a second."
"Oh god." Trish put a hand to her mouth, dropping back into her uncomfortable orange hospital chair. "Can we..."
"Go in and sit with her." Rey told the blonde gently. "Stephanie, you should go too, I think mi luchadora will need a lot of support until she is well enough herself to go and see el nino."
"Give her our love." Christian told the two women. "Tell her we're thinking of her."
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Rey watched the infant silently for a few moments before gently resting his hand on the oxygen tent and speaking softly to the baby. "Hola el nino. Mucho gusto, mi nombres es el tio Rey." *Hello little boy. It's nice to meet you, I'm uncle Rey.*
The infant lay there looking up at him, almost as though he was comforted by Rey's presence. As the child stared up at him, Rey realized that the child had the same blue eyes and dark chocolate brown hair as Lita.
"Are you okay?" Stephanie sat down beside Lita's bed, a sympathetic expression on her face. "Everything will be fine you know."
"Rey's gone up to check on your baby." Trish told her. "He didn't tell us in so many words that you had a little boy, but we got the general understanding when Rey kept saying el nino."
"I think that's the only Spanish word I know besides nachos." Stephanie's words caused Lita smile, then revert back to her sober expression.
"They didn't even let me see him properly, or hold him, and he was so small. What if he's not okay?"
"He'll be just fine." Trish told her firmly. "You'll see."
"Okay Lita." Dr. Ferrera walked into the room. "I've got some good news for you. Your baby is going to be fine. I just spoke to another doctor from ante-natal care and he is breathing just fine on his own now. He's out of the oxygen tent, and you can go up and see him now."
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As Trish wheeled Lita into the room Rey looked up from the plastic hospital crib, a smile on his face. "Come and see him, mamacita. He's beautiful." He stood carefully and walked over to her taking the handles on the wheel chair from Trish.
Gently Lita reached into the crib and touched her son's cheek, the sleepy baby staring up at her, a hint of recognition in his baby blue eyes.
"You are so beautiful." When Lita spoke her voice was a choked whisper.
"He looks just like you." Rey said softly. "Just like you, mami."
Silently she took in the baby's chocolate brown hair, blue eyes, and the shape of his nose, cheekbones, the color of his skin. Not even realizing that the other two had left the room, Lita reached into the crib and lifted him out, cradling the infant carefully in her arms.
"You'll never know just how much I've needed to hold you." She whispered to the baby, her son. "I don't care what anyone ever says, I love you more than anything else in this world, and I have for a long time. Hush now bebe, mama ti amo." *Mommy loves you.*
Lita sat there for a long time, just rocking her son gently in her arms, each passing moment chasing away all of the fears and pains that she had endured for almost nine months.
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"Is everything okay?" Steve asked, seeing Trish and Rey walk out of a room without Lita.
"I think it's going to be okay." Trish answered, a smile on her face. "She was just... entranced. I don't think she realizes we're not there."
"He is beautiful though." Rey said quietly. "He looks just like her. Big blue eyes, and chocolate brown hair. Same skin color too."
"So you can't tell..." Christian began, not wanting to finish his question.
"If ever a baby looked like his mother, it is Lita's bebe luchador, but I did not look for any other resemblances. For me he is only her son, no one else's." Rey told him.
"How was she otherwise? In herself, I mean." John asked.
"Frightened mostly, worried about her baby." Stephanie answered him.
The group was interrupted by the sound of footsteps running down the hall. The Undertaker, Kurt Angle, Shane, Linda and Vince McMahon stopped in front of them.
"What's going on?" Kurt asked. "Is she okay?"
"We came as soon as we could." Shane told them, breathless, and sounding somewhere between upset and angry.
"We think she's going to be okay." Trish told them. "Her baby was born a little while ago, a boy."
"How is she coping?" Linda asked, concerned. She and Vince cared about Lita like she was their own daughter.
"Frightened, worried." Rey offered, "Nuestra luchadora and her el nino will be okay though."
"Frightened?" Kurt asked.
"El nino wasn't breathing properly when he was born. She's only seeing him now for the first time." Rey told him, a strangely peaceful expression on his face.
"But she's going to be okay, right?" Shane asked.
"Have you ever known her to not be okay?" Trish asked him, "Even after all of that crap with Evolution, she's still Lita. Still making jokes, cursing in Spanish and listening to our problems before she acknowledges her own."
"I might uh..." Kurt gestured to the door. "Do you think it'd be okay if some of us went in there?"
Linda McMahon answered him. "I think she'll be just like any other mother, ready to show her baby off."
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"Lita? Luchadora? Do you mind if we come in?" Rey asked her, standing in the doorframe.
Still sitting in her wheelchair, cradling her son in her arms, Lita nodded. "Come in and meet my son."
"Some of us will wait out here." She heard Steve say to Rey.
"Don't be silly." Lita spoke in a louder voice which carrier out into the corridor.
With an air of familiarity Rey walked over to Lita and kissed her forehead. "Felicitaciones!" *Congratulations.*
Carefully she passed the baby into his arms and stood up, moving to sit on the hospital bed. "What do you think el tio?" *Uncle.*
"He's beautiful, luchadora." He looked up at her, the expression on his face un-readable.
"Rey is right." Shane told her with a grin. "He's perfect."
She smiled. "He looks like my father, but he has my eyes."
"Does he have a name yet?" Vince asked, peering down at the infant safely nestled in his uncle's arms.
"His name is Zane." Lita told them.
"I like it." Trish sat up on the bed with Lita. "It suits him."
"So it'll be Zane..." Kurt asked.
"Zane Dumas. I'm giving him my name. His name is going to be Zane Anthony Nero Dumas."
"What a mouthful." John remarked.
"Anthony is after Rey, and my dad, and Nero is after Jeff." Lita explained. "I don't think I could have made it here if it wasn't for them, and for a lot of other people."
"How are you feeling?" Linda asked.
"Tired." She admitted. "I think mostly because I was so scared when they took him away. But my back's totally stuffed, my stomach muscles feel like they were put through a clothes dryer and I think I'm going crazy, because I'd do it all again in a heart beat."
Linda smiled and reached out to hug her. "Welcome to parenthood."
"Here." Rey passed baby Zane back to her.
"Does anyone else want to hold him?" Lita asked. "John?"
The 245lb. man reached out uncertainly to take Zane, allowing Lita to position the baby in his arms. "Hey little guy." John began walking around the room. "You know earlier I told you to hurry up to come and meet everyone, but I didn't mean for you to be in so much of a hurry."
Lita smiled. "Don't worry John. I was already in labor by the time you said that to him."
"What?" Everyone looked at her in surprise.
"I went into labor during my nap. My first contraction woke me up." Lita stood and walked over to the window, looking down into the street, the lights misty in the rain. The humid climate made most of the raindrops evaporate straight away, creating a strange, ethereal mist which distorted the street lights.
"You are one amazing woman." Kurt shook his head. "I can't believe you kept quiet for so long."
"I did what I was told." Trish began, pulling the Women's Championship title belt out of her bag. "Zane's first baby present."
Lita laughed. "Now aren't you glad you managed to keep your head in the game?"
"What you did tonight was so much bigger than what I did." Trish told her. "I don't care how anyone sees it. Bringing a baby into the world must have been so much more difficult than winning a belt."
"At least you're still standing." Lita shook her head. "There was a while there when I was going to beg for a cesarean. But you were great." She moved to hug Rey. "I couldn't have done it without you, not today, not the last seven and a half months, none of it." When Lita let go of him there were tear streaks on her face. Silently she took Zane from John's arms.
"Let us know if there's anything at all you need." Linda told her. "Vince and I are happy to do anything."
"I've started to think about whether or not I'm going to come back to work." Lita said quietly. "I haven't made a decision yet though."
"You know you can take all of the time you need." Steve told her.
"I want to be sure whatever I choose is right for me, and for Zane." She told them. "There are a lot of things I have to consider."
"Why don't you get some rest now." Linda told her gently. "You're almost tired out."
I like this personally, but let me know what you all think,
Thanks,
Samantha
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"We'll meet you at the hospital." Trish told Lita as the paramedics prepared her to leave.
"No, stay here and keep your head in the game." Lita told her, wincing slightly. "Kick Jazz's ass and bring the Woman's Championship belt to see me in the hospital. We'll see about waiting until you get there before the baby is born, but I won't make any promises."
"You'll do just fine." Trish told her, "I'll see you later."
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"Come on now, be brave luchadora. Bring this bebe into the world." Rey coached her, holding her hand as another contraction hit and Lita struggled not to scream as the pain intensified.
"You're doing great." He promised, "All over in no time."
"It's not. I can't do this." She panted. "Goddamn it Rey, it hurts."
"Come on mami. You can do this, you've been through too much for this little one to give up now."
"Please, make it stop." Lita pleaded with him. "Make it stop."
"It's okay luchadora, bebe will be here soon." Rey promised. "Just hold on a little longer."
"No one said it could hurt this much!" Lita groaned.
"Come on Lita," Dr. Ferrera told her, "It won't be long now, just a few more big pushes and we'll have this baby born."
"I can't, I can't push any more. I'll turn myself inside out."
"Let's finish this mami." Rey squeezed her hand. "You can bring this baby into our world."
Lita strained again as another contraction wracked her body, panting heavily, but with a newfound strength, prepared to push when her next contraction came.
She groaned as she pushed for the last time, dropping back into the pile of pillows, almost exhausted as Rey squeezed her hand. While she lay there, trying to get her breath back, Dr. Ferrera and one of the nurses was bending over the bench her baby lay on.
"Get him to ante-natal, stat." Dr. Ferrera was saying to the nurse. "I want him in an oxygen tent straight away."
Frightened by the doctor's words, Lita forced herself back into a sitting position, "What's going on? Where's my baby?" There was an edge of hysteria to her voice when she spoke.
"Lita, you just gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. The umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck when he was born though, and he wasn't breathing properly. I've had one of the nurses take him to our ante-natal word where he will have specialist care." Dr. Ferrera explained. "We'll get you cleaned up, and then you can go up and see him."
"Rey, go with my son, take care of him for me until I get there." When she spoke Lita had tears in her eyes.
"Who is going to stay with you mami?" He asked gently. "I can't leave you all alone."
"Rey look after my baby, see if there's anyone in the waiting room, and ask one of them to sit with me, but please promise me you'll look after my son."
"Okay mami, someone will be here in a minute." He kissed her hand and left the room, a sad look in his eyes.
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"What's happening?" John got to his feet as soon as he saw the small Mexican man. "Is everything alright?"
"Lita's bebe is... he wasn't breathing properly. I'm going up to where they took him now, I promised her I would. Someone should go in and sit with her she's frightened. The doctor didn't even let her hold him, not even for a second."
"Oh god." Trish put a hand to her mouth, dropping back into her uncomfortable orange hospital chair. "Can we..."
"Go in and sit with her." Rey told the blonde gently. "Stephanie, you should go too, I think mi luchadora will need a lot of support until she is well enough herself to go and see el nino."
"Give her our love." Christian told the two women. "Tell her we're thinking of her."
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Rey watched the infant silently for a few moments before gently resting his hand on the oxygen tent and speaking softly to the baby. "Hola el nino. Mucho gusto, mi nombres es el tio Rey." *Hello little boy. It's nice to meet you, I'm uncle Rey.*
The infant lay there looking up at him, almost as though he was comforted by Rey's presence. As the child stared up at him, Rey realized that the child had the same blue eyes and dark chocolate brown hair as Lita.
"Are you okay?" Stephanie sat down beside Lita's bed, a sympathetic expression on her face. "Everything will be fine you know."
"Rey's gone up to check on your baby." Trish told her. "He didn't tell us in so many words that you had a little boy, but we got the general understanding when Rey kept saying el nino."
"I think that's the only Spanish word I know besides nachos." Stephanie's words caused Lita smile, then revert back to her sober expression.
"They didn't even let me see him properly, or hold him, and he was so small. What if he's not okay?"
"He'll be just fine." Trish told her firmly. "You'll see."
"Okay Lita." Dr. Ferrera walked into the room. "I've got some good news for you. Your baby is going to be fine. I just spoke to another doctor from ante-natal care and he is breathing just fine on his own now. He's out of the oxygen tent, and you can go up and see him now."
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As Trish wheeled Lita into the room Rey looked up from the plastic hospital crib, a smile on his face. "Come and see him, mamacita. He's beautiful." He stood carefully and walked over to her taking the handles on the wheel chair from Trish.
Gently Lita reached into the crib and touched her son's cheek, the sleepy baby staring up at her, a hint of recognition in his baby blue eyes.
"You are so beautiful." When Lita spoke her voice was a choked whisper.
"He looks just like you." Rey said softly. "Just like you, mami."
Silently she took in the baby's chocolate brown hair, blue eyes, and the shape of his nose, cheekbones, the color of his skin. Not even realizing that the other two had left the room, Lita reached into the crib and lifted him out, cradling the infant carefully in her arms.
"You'll never know just how much I've needed to hold you." She whispered to the baby, her son. "I don't care what anyone ever says, I love you more than anything else in this world, and I have for a long time. Hush now bebe, mama ti amo." *Mommy loves you.*
Lita sat there for a long time, just rocking her son gently in her arms, each passing moment chasing away all of the fears and pains that she had endured for almost nine months.
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"Is everything okay?" Steve asked, seeing Trish and Rey walk out of a room without Lita.
"I think it's going to be okay." Trish answered, a smile on her face. "She was just... entranced. I don't think she realizes we're not there."
"He is beautiful though." Rey said quietly. "He looks just like her. Big blue eyes, and chocolate brown hair. Same skin color too."
"So you can't tell..." Christian began, not wanting to finish his question.
"If ever a baby looked like his mother, it is Lita's bebe luchador, but I did not look for any other resemblances. For me he is only her son, no one else's." Rey told him.
"How was she otherwise? In herself, I mean." John asked.
"Frightened mostly, worried about her baby." Stephanie answered him.
The group was interrupted by the sound of footsteps running down the hall. The Undertaker, Kurt Angle, Shane, Linda and Vince McMahon stopped in front of them.
"What's going on?" Kurt asked. "Is she okay?"
"We came as soon as we could." Shane told them, breathless, and sounding somewhere between upset and angry.
"We think she's going to be okay." Trish told them. "Her baby was born a little while ago, a boy."
"How is she coping?" Linda asked, concerned. She and Vince cared about Lita like she was their own daughter.
"Frightened, worried." Rey offered, "Nuestra luchadora and her el nino will be okay though."
"Frightened?" Kurt asked.
"El nino wasn't breathing properly when he was born. She's only seeing him now for the first time." Rey told him, a strangely peaceful expression on his face.
"But she's going to be okay, right?" Shane asked.
"Have you ever known her to not be okay?" Trish asked him, "Even after all of that crap with Evolution, she's still Lita. Still making jokes, cursing in Spanish and listening to our problems before she acknowledges her own."
"I might uh..." Kurt gestured to the door. "Do you think it'd be okay if some of us went in there?"
Linda McMahon answered him. "I think she'll be just like any other mother, ready to show her baby off."
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"Lita? Luchadora? Do you mind if we come in?" Rey asked her, standing in the doorframe.
Still sitting in her wheelchair, cradling her son in her arms, Lita nodded. "Come in and meet my son."
"Some of us will wait out here." She heard Steve say to Rey.
"Don't be silly." Lita spoke in a louder voice which carrier out into the corridor.
With an air of familiarity Rey walked over to Lita and kissed her forehead. "Felicitaciones!" *Congratulations.*
Carefully she passed the baby into his arms and stood up, moving to sit on the hospital bed. "What do you think el tio?" *Uncle.*
"He's beautiful, luchadora." He looked up at her, the expression on his face un-readable.
"Rey is right." Shane told her with a grin. "He's perfect."
She smiled. "He looks like my father, but he has my eyes."
"Does he have a name yet?" Vince asked, peering down at the infant safely nestled in his uncle's arms.
"His name is Zane." Lita told them.
"I like it." Trish sat up on the bed with Lita. "It suits him."
"So it'll be Zane..." Kurt asked.
"Zane Dumas. I'm giving him my name. His name is going to be Zane Anthony Nero Dumas."
"What a mouthful." John remarked.
"Anthony is after Rey, and my dad, and Nero is after Jeff." Lita explained. "I don't think I could have made it here if it wasn't for them, and for a lot of other people."
"How are you feeling?" Linda asked.
"Tired." She admitted. "I think mostly because I was so scared when they took him away. But my back's totally stuffed, my stomach muscles feel like they were put through a clothes dryer and I think I'm going crazy, because I'd do it all again in a heart beat."
Linda smiled and reached out to hug her. "Welcome to parenthood."
"Here." Rey passed baby Zane back to her.
"Does anyone else want to hold him?" Lita asked. "John?"
The 245lb. man reached out uncertainly to take Zane, allowing Lita to position the baby in his arms. "Hey little guy." John began walking around the room. "You know earlier I told you to hurry up to come and meet everyone, but I didn't mean for you to be in so much of a hurry."
Lita smiled. "Don't worry John. I was already in labor by the time you said that to him."
"What?" Everyone looked at her in surprise.
"I went into labor during my nap. My first contraction woke me up." Lita stood and walked over to the window, looking down into the street, the lights misty in the rain. The humid climate made most of the raindrops evaporate straight away, creating a strange, ethereal mist which distorted the street lights.
"You are one amazing woman." Kurt shook his head. "I can't believe you kept quiet for so long."
"I did what I was told." Trish began, pulling the Women's Championship title belt out of her bag. "Zane's first baby present."
Lita laughed. "Now aren't you glad you managed to keep your head in the game?"
"What you did tonight was so much bigger than what I did." Trish told her. "I don't care how anyone sees it. Bringing a baby into the world must have been so much more difficult than winning a belt."
"At least you're still standing." Lita shook her head. "There was a while there when I was going to beg for a cesarean. But you were great." She moved to hug Rey. "I couldn't have done it without you, not today, not the last seven and a half months, none of it." When Lita let go of him there were tear streaks on her face. Silently she took Zane from John's arms.
"Let us know if there's anything at all you need." Linda told her. "Vince and I are happy to do anything."
"I've started to think about whether or not I'm going to come back to work." Lita said quietly. "I haven't made a decision yet though."
"You know you can take all of the time you need." Steve told her.
"I want to be sure whatever I choose is right for me, and for Zane." She told them. "There are a lot of things I have to consider."
"Why don't you get some rest now." Linda told her gently. "You're almost tired out."