" Hello."
" Hi Don."
" Oh, hey Rebekaa." I said, not quite knowing what to say.
" I'm sorry I walked off the way I did this afternoon. All you did was ask a simple question. I'm sorry I acted the way I did." she said.
" No, I upset you. I didn't mean to bring everything up like that." I said. I heard her take a deep breath on the other end.
" Don, can I come and talk to you?"
" Of course you can."
" You're at the Holiday Inn right? That's where Shane said you would be when he gave me your phone number."
" Yeah. I'm in room 349." I said.
" Okay, I'll be there in about twenty minuets."
" That's fine. I'll see you then."
" Bye." she said hanging up. I took a deep breath and started to straighten up the room a little. My mind raced with all the things that Rebekaa and I used to talk about, and what she could possibly want to talk about now. Before I knew it there was a knock on the door and I went to answer it.
" Hi." I said, seeing Rebekaa in the doorway.
" Hi." she said standing there.
" Please come on in." I said, moving to the side so she could come in. She walked in and turned back to look at me as I shut the door. I looked at her and remembered that night in Philly in that old run down hotel. I blinked those thoughts away and looked at the woman standing in front of me now, looking as if she could break any second. " What's the matter? You look upset, did someone say something to you?" I asked, walking over in front of her.
" No, I just am kinda nervous about what I have to tell you."
" You shouldn't be. You can tell me anything, you know that. Why don't we sit down." I said, going over and sitting on the bed. She took a deep breath and went over to the chair across from where I was sitting. " What did you want to say Rebekaa?"
" Don, do you remember when I left ECW?"
" Like it was yesterday."
" Remember that night we spent in that hotel?"
" I'd never forget that." I said. She ran her hands though her hair and took her glasses off. Tears were forming in the corners of her eyes and she wiped them away.
" Don when I left ECW I was pregnant." she said. I just looked at her.
" Yeah."
" I was five weeks pregnant Don." she said. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks.
" With my baby?" I asked. She just nodded as tears started to stream down her cheeks. I just sat there in shock.
" I'm so sorry Don. I told Michael about the whole night in the hotel and everything. I knew the baby wouldn't look anything like him, so I thought it would be best if it was all in the open from the beginning with him. He forgave me on one condition, that I left ECW and we moved away. We didn't even go to California." she said.
" Why didn't you tell me?" I asked.
" And ruin your life? You were married too. Why should I ruin four lives when one person can handle it all."
" You shouldn't have had to do that by yourself Rebekaa." I said.
" I wasn't by myself. I always had a part of you with me." she said, crying a bit harder.
" So, what about the baby?" I asked, wanting to know what happened to my child.
" It was a little boy. We named him Andrew. I knew that was your middle name." she said. I smiled.
" A little boy. Where is he? Can I see him?" I asked. Rebekaa just looked up at me and took a deep breath, wiping away some tears and sliding her glasses back on.
" A year and a half ago we were all on the way home from a birthday party for a friend of Michael's when a Semi ran a red light and hit us on the driver side. It killed Michael and Andrew instantly. I shouldn't have made it, but for some reason I did and I regret every day." she said. I felt like a part of me had been ripped out. " I'm sorry Don, maybe it would have been better if you hadn't known." she said, crying harder. " Maybe I should leave." she said, getting up. I bolted up after her.
" No. Don't leave." I said, grabbing her shoulder. " Please don't leave."
She turned and looked at me and collapsed into my arms crying.
" I'm so sorry Don. I shouldn't have hid this from you. I wish I could take it all back." she said as I lead her over to the bed. I sat her down and sat down beside her.
" It will all be okay now." I said, just closing my eyes and holding on to her. The last four years of my life went flying by me in mere seconds, wondering how different they would have been if I would have known about my son. My son, those words sounded so foreign to me. " Rebekaa, can I ask you something?"
" Anything Don." she said, looking up at me.
" Do you have a picture of him?" she looked at me, tears streaming and nodded.
" Yeah, I do." she said. She reached for her purse and took out her wallet. She opened it right up and took a picture out of the wallet and handed it to me. It was a picture of a little boy with green eyes and dark brown hair in a pair of blue jean overalls and a polo shirt. He was smiling at the camera and holding a stuffed yellow duck. I couldn't believe that the picture that I was looking at was my son. The son I never got to see grow up. I felt a lump in my throat and had to take a deep breath.
" That was the day of his second birthday." she said.
" He looks very happy." I say, feeling tears in my eyes again. I shook them off and looked back at her.
" He was. He was always smiling or laughing. He hardly ever cried. He was such a smart little boy too. At that point he was already talking in full sentences and could count to fifteen. He definitely had your mind." she said. I smiled. " You hate me don't you?" she asked.
" I don't hate you, I just wish I had known." I said, the smile fading from my face.
" I'm so sorry Don. I really am." she said, looking down at the carpet.
" I know. There's nothing we can do to change the past now." I say. She takes a deep breath and sighs.
" I should probably go."
" No, please, don't go." She looks over at me.
" Why?"
" I just don't want to be alone right now." I say. She nods and takes my hand.
" I know the feeling." she says quietly. I run my thumb over the back of her hand and savor the feeling.
" Rebekka, I have a confession of my own to make." I say as she tilts her head to the side.
" What is it Don?"
" I still love you." She smiles. " The truth is, now that you're back, I don't think I ever stopped."
" I've been thinking about that the past week a lot." she said. " Seeing you again brought back a lot of feelings. With everything that's happened, I think I need some time to sort things out."
" I understand. I wouldn't want to rush you into anything that you weren't ready for." I said, brushing some hair out of her eyes. She smiles and squeezes my hand that she's still holding.
" You've always been so understanding with me. I don't feel like I deserve that."
" I can't help it, I'm just an understanding guy." I said smiling back at her.
" Do you still want me to stay?"
" Yeah, I do, but only if you want to."
" I do. I have some things in the car."
" What about your other room?" I asked.
" It's taken care of." she said, standing. " I'll be right back."
She turns and walks out the door and I lay back on the bed, worn from the emotions of the night. I knew that it was going to be a long road to get where I wanted to be with Rebekka, but if my feelings lasted four years then I know I could do anything to be with her. I just hoped that she felt the same way.