Author's Note: Thanks to Heather and Amanda for your help ... ::hugs Heather & Amanda:: ... you guys are the shit
Chapter 40: Like We Need Anymore
Rae, John, Heather, Brock, Amanda, and Randy walked through the backstage area. John had ahold of James' and Joseph's hands while Rae carried their bag and held John's hand. Rayne was walking next to her mother, holding her hand tightly while Brock carried his daughter's bag. Randy held Amanda's hand as she walked with her hand on her slightly larger stomach. Randy smiled and kissed Amanda's cheek, "We're gonna have a baby." Rae smirked, "Just pray it's one," she joked. Heather grinned at Rae when Amanda said "Pray it's just one." Rae just laughed softly and continued down the hall with her friends. Heather reached back and grabbed Brock's hand as Rayne kicked Randy in the leg. Randy grabbed his leg, "Ow!" Amanda looked back at Randy, "What happened?" Randy looked at his fiance, "She kicked me," he nodded toward Rayne. Rayne looked back at Randy and smirked. James, John, and Joseph all started giggling. Rae looked down at her sons, "Hey, that's not nice." Brock stopped and looked down at Rayne, "Ray, that's not nice to kick Randy." Heather nodded in support of her husband, "Your father's right Ray." Rayne just played with her hair and looked down at the floor. Rayne looked up at her dad slightly and pouted, "I sorry." Brock couldn't resist his daughter's face and picked her up. "It's okay, sweetie." Heather just smiled, Rayne, without a doubt was a daddy's girl. Heather looked at Randy and mouthed a sorry. He just grinned and shrugged it off. Rae looked down at John who was rubbing his big blue eyes and smirked, "Tired?" John looked up at his mother, and nodded, "Uh huh." John picked up his son and held him, "It is gettin close to time for their naps." Rae nodded and looked down at James and Joseph who still seemed wide awake. Amanda smirked, "I have no idea how you two are still sane," she joked. Rae smiled at her friend, "I love 'em too much to let their crazy habits bother me." Heather nodded in agreement as she looked at Rayne, "Ain't that the truth?" Rae smiled and nodded, "No doubt." John smiled as he hugged his son closer to him, "Go ahead and go to sleep little man." John yawned and nuzzled down against John's shoulder.
The trio stopped and parted ways, John and Rae, along with the triplets, went to John's locker room. Amanda and Randy, or as Rayne called him before leaving with her mom and dad, Pandy, went to catering. Amanda claimed that she had not eaten that morning and she HAD to get something before she went off. Brock lead Rayne and Heather into his assigned locker room and sat Rayne down on the little table then crossed his arms over his massive chest. Heather watched as Rayne twiddled her thumbs, and prayed that Brock wasn't hard on her. "Rayne." Brock said firmly. Ray looked up at him and smiled softly. Brock fought the urge to smile back, "Don't even, missy." Heather smirked, knowing that Brock was cracking, "That was mean, Rayne." Brock said to his little girl, who in over the year looked a lot more like him. Her soft brown hair had changed to now a light blonde color. Everyday she resembled more of him. Brock sighed, "Just don't do that again." Rayne looked up at Brock with her captivating blue eyes, "Otay daddy. I tell Pandy I sorry." Brock smiled and kissed his daughter's forehead. Heather smirked and shook her head as she relaxed on the sofa. Brock picked Rayne up and carried her over to the couch, "Here, hang out with mommy. I need to go work out." Heather nodded as Brock laid Rayne down in her arms. Brock kissed Heather softly on her lips and then kissed Rayne on her forehead, "I'll be back later. I love you two." Heather pulled Brock back in for a kiss, "I love you too." She said against his lips. He smiled at her and walked out of the room. Heather looked over at Rayne who was giggling. "What," Heather asked confused. "Nothing." Rayne giggled. Heather looked at her oddly and shrugged. "When do I get a brudder or sister?" Ray asked, shocking Heather. Heather shook away her shock, "What makes you ask something like that?" Ray placed her hand on her mother's stomach, "Baby." Heather's heart skipped a beat. Did Rayne really know something she didn't? Ray was a little over a year old, how the hell could she know if Heather was pregnant or not? She didn't even know what pregnant was! Heather's mind began panicking, but she quickly calmed down. The thought of having another baby was always on her mind, and now, if she was, she would be thrilled. Heather placed her hand on her daughters small one. "Not for a little while, sweetie." Rayne sighed and slid her hand off her mothers stomach. Heather smiled and stood up, "Wanna go see what Rae is up to?" Rayne grinned and reached for her mother. Heather smirked and picked her daughter up and walked out of the room.
John smirked at the scene before him. Rae was sleeping on the couch with all three boys. John was in his mother's arms, James was laying behind her, and Joseph was behind her legs. John took a drink from his bottle of water when there was a knock on the door. He walked over and answered it. He smiled when he saw Heather and Rayne, "Hey." Heather nodded, "Hey John." Rayne looked up at the man who was like an uncle to her, "Hi John." Heather tried to peek into the locker room, "Where's Rae?" John smirked, "All of 'em are asleep." Heather rolled her eyes, "Well just my damn luck." Rayne pointed to her mouth. "Yes, mommy said a -" "Bad word," Rayne cut her off. Heather laughed, "Yes I'm sorry. John wake them up." John laughed and let the two into his locker room. John walked over and gently shook Rae, "Baby, wake up." Rae groaned and swatted at John, "Go away," she whined. John smiled, "Baby, Heather and Rayne are here." Rae's dark eyes opened and she looked at Heather and Rayne, "Hey guys." Heather smirked, "Hey Rae." Rayne waved, "Hi Aunt 'achel." Rae yawned as she slowly sat up, not wanting to wake up her sons. James grumbled and rolled to face the back of the couch. Heather smiled, "John, would you mind watching the kids?" John looked at her shocked, "I need to talk to Rae." Heather looked at him. He nodded and picked up Rayne. "Thank you, John." Heather said, he smirked and nodded.
Rae and Heather walked out of the locker room. Rae yawned and scratched her head, "What'd ya need to talk about," she asked through her yawn. "Well, a little while ago, Rayne asked me when I was going to have another baby." Rae yawned and nodded, "That's nice ---" she stopped herself, "Wait. What?" Heather nodded, "Well, I asked her what made her think of something like that, and she put her hand on my stomach, and said 'Baby'." Rae tried to wake herself up and looked at her friend, "You know chica, she could be right. Maybe you're pregnant." Heather stopped and looked at Rae shocked, "What-" Heather was speechless. Rae slapped herself in the face a couple times to wake herself up and then shrugged, "Kids sometimes know shit like that," she said, grateful she could cuss freely. "What am I going to do?" Heather asked softly. Rae rolled her eyes, "Well, let's think for a second, shall we? You're gonna take a damn pregnancy test, and if ya are, happy fuckin holidays." "But -" Heather started softly. "But my ass. You want another one, don't ya?" Heather blushed and looked away from Rae, "No, not really." Rae laughed, "Chica, before I even met you, I've known how much you love kids, and I know damn well that you would LOVE to have more than one." Heather nodded, "I know. Yes, I want another. But what will Ray think? And what about Brock." Heather stopped and sat on a crate and put her head in her hands. Raechel leaned against the wall and looked at her friend, "Look, Brock would be happy, I mean, look at how he is with Ray. And as for her, she asked you when she was gettin a brother or sister, so, I'm sure she would be happy about it too." Heather sighed, "I should go talk to him, huh?" Rae nodded and smiled, "That'd be the smart thing." Heather nodded and walked off.
She walked into the gym and spotted him talking to some of the guys. She took a deep breath and approached him. Brock smiled when he saw Heather walking toward him, "Hey honey." He wrapped her in his arms to hug her tightly. Heather smiled and returned the hug, she pulled away, "Can we talk? Privately?" Brock nodded and smiled, "Sure." Heather nodded and took his hand, leading him to his locker room. Heather sighed once they got inside, "Sit." She nodded at the sofa. Brock smirked and did as Heather instructed, "Yes ma'am." Heather sighed and started to pace, how was she going to tell him she was, or thought she was pregnant? Brock looked at Heather, "Baby, what's wrong?" His voice full of concern. Heather continued to pace, so Brock grabbed her hand and pulled her into his lap, "Brock..." Brock looked deep into her eyes, "Baby, tell me." Heather sighed and looked away from him, "I think I'm pregnant." She said softly. Brock gently grabbed Heather's chin and forced her to look at him, "Are you sure?" Heather shook her head, "No." Brock sighed heavily, "Oh." Heather got off his lap and started pacing again. "Oh? Is that all you're going to say?" Brock tried not to smile, "Well, when you said you thought you were, I was kind of excited." Heather stopped, "Really?" Brock walked over and hugged his wife closely to him, "Yes, really. I think it would be great to have another kid." Heather wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him. "So soon? Rayne is only a year." She said with her head pressed against his chest. Brock shrugged, "Well, I mean, that age difference is good, right?" "I don't know." Heather said softly. Brock gently kissed Heather, "I think it is." Heather grinned and Brock wrapped his arms around her, then went to lay her down on the couch. They were interrupted by a knock on the door. Brock groaned and walked over to see Kurt Angle there. Heather sighed, "I'm gonna go find Rae and Amanda." She kissed Brock on the cheek and then walked out of the locker room.
Heather walked into catering where Rae and Amanda were relaxing, and Rae was enjoying her time away from the triplets. She walked over to them and Rae looked up, "Hey chica. What happened?" Heather smiled at her friends and sat down, she sighed, "He said he wants a divorce." "What the fuck are you talking about chica," Amanda practically shouted. Rae's jaw dropped, "You serious?!" Rae looked at Amanda, shocked, "What the fuck man?" "Rae, what the fuck is going on," Amanda asked, having no clue about Heather possibly being pregnant. Rae sighed and looked from Amanda to Heather, and then back to Amanda, "Well, chica here, might be pregnant again." "Are you serious?," Amanda asked, in shock. Rae just nodded. "He don't want another." Heather said crying. "That fucker. He best have a damn fuckin good explanation for doin this shit to you." Amanda said, getting up from the table and heading towards Brock's locker room. Rae looked over at Heather, "Wait, are you serious he said that shit?" Heather glanced up at Rae and smirked, "Hell no." Rae grinned deviously, "You are pure evil," she said laughing. Heather laughed, "Thank you." Raechel laughed, "I'm so proud of you chica." Heather grinned, "Yeah, thanks. Come on." she said getting up and going in the direction of Brock's locker room.
Amanda had been on a mission, like a woman possessed. "He doesn't know who he's messing with now. He thought Rae was protective over chica, well he ain't seen nothing yet," Amanda said to herself, as she knocked on the locker room door. "Lesnar, open this god damned door right now," Amanda yelled, getting the attention of a few superstars, as well as some crew. Brock nearly ripped the door open, "What the hell Amanda?" "Who the fuck do you think you are? You tell Rae and all of us that you will never do anything to hurt Heather again, and now you are pulling this fuckin shit," Amanda yelled, in his face. Brock looked at Amanda as if she was insane, "What the fuck are you babbling about?!" "You bastard. You know what I'm talking about. Heather told you that she's possibly pregnant, and you told her that you want a divorce," Amanda said, reaching back to slap him across the face. "Let me tell you something Lesnar, what you dealt with from Rae, is nothing compared to what you are about to get from me. I trusted you, and I actually believed you cared for Heather and Rayne, even after all the shit you pulled, I still thought that maybe you were fuckin sincere this time. You've just proved to me that you are nothing more than a god damn mother fucking two timing cock sucking bitch and I would have no problem cutting your dick off and feeding to the fuckin animals." Brock looked over at Heather, as she and Rae walked up, and she winked at him. Rae wrapped her arms around Heather as she cried. Brock crossed his arms over his chest and smirked at Amanda, "Yeah, so what if I want a divorce? It's not like it's any of your fuckin business." "What do you mean, it's none of my fuckin business? Heather is one of my best friends. You hurt her, and your child and you think that's okay?" Amanda said, about ready to punch him in the face again. Heather saw Amanda's fist in a ball and rushed over and grabbed her hand, "Don't Amanda!" "Why? The fucker deserves what's coming to him," Amanda said, turning around to look at Heather like she's lost her mind. Heather hugged Brock, "Don't hit him, I love him." Rae just leaned against the wall and bit back a grin. "Heather Michelle. I'm tired of hearing this fuckin shit. The bastard wants a fuckin divorce, and he's goin to leave you pregnant and with a one year old. What do you think you're going to do?" Amanda yelled. Tears began to swell in Rae's eyes as she held back her laughter. "I don't know what I will do. But I love him." Heather said trying not to laugh. Brock pushed Heather off him. Heather fell to the ground and cried. "YOU MOTHER FUCKING SON OF A FUCKING BITCH. Don't you ever lay another fuckin hand on her," Amanda yelled, lunging for Brock, prepared to kill him. Rae's eyes went wide, and she quickly grabbed Amanda. "Rae, get the fuck off me. I'm going to kill the bastard," Amanda said, trying to get free from Rae. Rae held Amanda back and looked at Heather and Brock, "C'mon, that's enough." Heather's cries soon turned into fits of laughter. "Rae, this is his fuckin fault.....what are you laughing at Heather," Amanda asked, her anger not diminishing. Brock smirked and looked at Amanda, "I never said I wanted a divorce. Heather was just messin' with you." "What," Amanda questioned, looking from Heather to Brock to Rae. Heather looked up at her husband and burst out laughing. "Gotcha Amanda." Heather winked. "Rae, what is going on," Amanda questioned. "Amanda, I was just as clueless as you. Then I asked chica, and she said she wasn't serious." Rae tried not to laugh. "This was all just a fuckin joke," Amanda asked, getting pissed again. Rae swallowed, becoming serious and looked at Heather. Heather stood up, "Yes." She said laughing. "Why would you do that chica? That wasn't funny," Amanda said, trying to walk away, but was stopped by Brock's hand on her arm. Brock smiled gently at Amanda, "Come on, she was just kidding." Amanda looked at Brock, suspiciously, "Were you in on this?" Brock shook his head, "Not until Heather winked at me." "Well Brock, I guess I owe you an apology. As for you two, why did you let me go off on him," Amanda asked, looking over at her friends. Rae's jaw dropped, "I didn't do anything." Heather looked at Amanda and bit back a smirk, "I'm sorry. I don't know why I pulled this." Heather said. "I can't believe you Heather. You even let me slap your husband across the face. Why did you let me make an idiot out of myself," Amanda said, calming down slightly. Heather sighed, "I'm sorry. It was just a joke. I wouldn't be shocked if you got me back when you have your baby." Heather shrugged. "What do you mean," Amanda asked, as the on lookers seemed to disperse. "See chica. You have 6 months left to think about what I will do to you. You thought that day when Rae was choking you was bad, you ain't seen nothing yet," Amanda said, backing away from Heather. Rae looked at Amanda surprised, "Damn homie." "What Rae," Amanda growled, still pissed off. Rae shrugged, "You know, Heather and I have fucked each other up before. I can't imagine what's goin on in that psychotic mind of yours." "Well I'll tell you what Rae. When I get home from the hospital after I have this baby, you can have a front row fuckin seat for the showdown between me and chica," Amanda said, turning around to face Rae. Rae grinned from ear to ear, "Good fuckin deal." "You know, you girls are so fuckin gullible. Chica, I'm not going to do anything to you."; Amanda said, turning around and facing Heather. Rae growled, "So not cool Amanda." Heather shrugged, "Whatever." She then walked down the hall. "Rae, I just can't believe you were in on this with her," Amanda said, watching Heather walk away. "I wasn't." "So you honestly didn't know, when you guys got down here," Amanda asked, knowing that Rae couldn't lie to her. Rae looked at the floor and shuffled her feet like a little kid, "You know me. Can't pass up the chance to see someone get their ass kicked." "Yeah, it was kinda fun being on this end seeing Brock get told off. It's usually you, that starts in on him about something he's done to Heather. Ever since that first day," Amanda said, laughing at the memory. Rae grinned her usual cheesy grin, "That was fun." Rae sighed heavily and looked up at Amanda, "I guess we should go after her." "Yeah, let's go get her. I mean, I don't want her thinking that I'm truly pissed at her," Amanda said, with the infamous Randy Orton smirk across her face. Rae nodded in agreement, "Yeah, I thought for sure you were gonna rip her a new one right then and there." "Well you can't tell me she didn't fuckin deserve it," Amanda said, as both girls neared the locker rooms.
Chapter 40: Like We Need Anymore
Rae, John, Heather, Brock, Amanda, and Randy walked through the backstage area. John had ahold of James' and Joseph's hands while Rae carried their bag and held John's hand. Rayne was walking next to her mother, holding her hand tightly while Brock carried his daughter's bag. Randy held Amanda's hand as she walked with her hand on her slightly larger stomach. Randy smiled and kissed Amanda's cheek, "We're gonna have a baby." Rae smirked, "Just pray it's one," she joked. Heather grinned at Rae when Amanda said "Pray it's just one." Rae just laughed softly and continued down the hall with her friends. Heather reached back and grabbed Brock's hand as Rayne kicked Randy in the leg. Randy grabbed his leg, "Ow!" Amanda looked back at Randy, "What happened?" Randy looked at his fiance, "She kicked me," he nodded toward Rayne. Rayne looked back at Randy and smirked. James, John, and Joseph all started giggling. Rae looked down at her sons, "Hey, that's not nice." Brock stopped and looked down at Rayne, "Ray, that's not nice to kick Randy." Heather nodded in support of her husband, "Your father's right Ray." Rayne just played with her hair and looked down at the floor. Rayne looked up at her dad slightly and pouted, "I sorry." Brock couldn't resist his daughter's face and picked her up. "It's okay, sweetie." Heather just smiled, Rayne, without a doubt was a daddy's girl. Heather looked at Randy and mouthed a sorry. He just grinned and shrugged it off. Rae looked down at John who was rubbing his big blue eyes and smirked, "Tired?" John looked up at his mother, and nodded, "Uh huh." John picked up his son and held him, "It is gettin close to time for their naps." Rae nodded and looked down at James and Joseph who still seemed wide awake. Amanda smirked, "I have no idea how you two are still sane," she joked. Rae smiled at her friend, "I love 'em too much to let their crazy habits bother me." Heather nodded in agreement as she looked at Rayne, "Ain't that the truth?" Rae smiled and nodded, "No doubt." John smiled as he hugged his son closer to him, "Go ahead and go to sleep little man." John yawned and nuzzled down against John's shoulder.
The trio stopped and parted ways, John and Rae, along with the triplets, went to John's locker room. Amanda and Randy, or as Rayne called him before leaving with her mom and dad, Pandy, went to catering. Amanda claimed that she had not eaten that morning and she HAD to get something before she went off. Brock lead Rayne and Heather into his assigned locker room and sat Rayne down on the little table then crossed his arms over his massive chest. Heather watched as Rayne twiddled her thumbs, and prayed that Brock wasn't hard on her. "Rayne." Brock said firmly. Ray looked up at him and smiled softly. Brock fought the urge to smile back, "Don't even, missy." Heather smirked, knowing that Brock was cracking, "That was mean, Rayne." Brock said to his little girl, who in over the year looked a lot more like him. Her soft brown hair had changed to now a light blonde color. Everyday she resembled more of him. Brock sighed, "Just don't do that again." Rayne looked up at Brock with her captivating blue eyes, "Otay daddy. I tell Pandy I sorry." Brock smiled and kissed his daughter's forehead. Heather smirked and shook her head as she relaxed on the sofa. Brock picked Rayne up and carried her over to the couch, "Here, hang out with mommy. I need to go work out." Heather nodded as Brock laid Rayne down in her arms. Brock kissed Heather softly on her lips and then kissed Rayne on her forehead, "I'll be back later. I love you two." Heather pulled Brock back in for a kiss, "I love you too." She said against his lips. He smiled at her and walked out of the room. Heather looked over at Rayne who was giggling. "What," Heather asked confused. "Nothing." Rayne giggled. Heather looked at her oddly and shrugged. "When do I get a brudder or sister?" Ray asked, shocking Heather. Heather shook away her shock, "What makes you ask something like that?" Ray placed her hand on her mother's stomach, "Baby." Heather's heart skipped a beat. Did Rayne really know something she didn't? Ray was a little over a year old, how the hell could she know if Heather was pregnant or not? She didn't even know what pregnant was! Heather's mind began panicking, but she quickly calmed down. The thought of having another baby was always on her mind, and now, if she was, she would be thrilled. Heather placed her hand on her daughters small one. "Not for a little while, sweetie." Rayne sighed and slid her hand off her mothers stomach. Heather smiled and stood up, "Wanna go see what Rae is up to?" Rayne grinned and reached for her mother. Heather smirked and picked her daughter up and walked out of the room.
John smirked at the scene before him. Rae was sleeping on the couch with all three boys. John was in his mother's arms, James was laying behind her, and Joseph was behind her legs. John took a drink from his bottle of water when there was a knock on the door. He walked over and answered it. He smiled when he saw Heather and Rayne, "Hey." Heather nodded, "Hey John." Rayne looked up at the man who was like an uncle to her, "Hi John." Heather tried to peek into the locker room, "Where's Rae?" John smirked, "All of 'em are asleep." Heather rolled her eyes, "Well just my damn luck." Rayne pointed to her mouth. "Yes, mommy said a -" "Bad word," Rayne cut her off. Heather laughed, "Yes I'm sorry. John wake them up." John laughed and let the two into his locker room. John walked over and gently shook Rae, "Baby, wake up." Rae groaned and swatted at John, "Go away," she whined. John smiled, "Baby, Heather and Rayne are here." Rae's dark eyes opened and she looked at Heather and Rayne, "Hey guys." Heather smirked, "Hey Rae." Rayne waved, "Hi Aunt 'achel." Rae yawned as she slowly sat up, not wanting to wake up her sons. James grumbled and rolled to face the back of the couch. Heather smiled, "John, would you mind watching the kids?" John looked at her shocked, "I need to talk to Rae." Heather looked at him. He nodded and picked up Rayne. "Thank you, John." Heather said, he smirked and nodded.
Rae and Heather walked out of the locker room. Rae yawned and scratched her head, "What'd ya need to talk about," she asked through her yawn. "Well, a little while ago, Rayne asked me when I was going to have another baby." Rae yawned and nodded, "That's nice ---" she stopped herself, "Wait. What?" Heather nodded, "Well, I asked her what made her think of something like that, and she put her hand on my stomach, and said 'Baby'." Rae tried to wake herself up and looked at her friend, "You know chica, she could be right. Maybe you're pregnant." Heather stopped and looked at Rae shocked, "What-" Heather was speechless. Rae slapped herself in the face a couple times to wake herself up and then shrugged, "Kids sometimes know shit like that," she said, grateful she could cuss freely. "What am I going to do?" Heather asked softly. Rae rolled her eyes, "Well, let's think for a second, shall we? You're gonna take a damn pregnancy test, and if ya are, happy fuckin holidays." "But -" Heather started softly. "But my ass. You want another one, don't ya?" Heather blushed and looked away from Rae, "No, not really." Rae laughed, "Chica, before I even met you, I've known how much you love kids, and I know damn well that you would LOVE to have more than one." Heather nodded, "I know. Yes, I want another. But what will Ray think? And what about Brock." Heather stopped and sat on a crate and put her head in her hands. Raechel leaned against the wall and looked at her friend, "Look, Brock would be happy, I mean, look at how he is with Ray. And as for her, she asked you when she was gettin a brother or sister, so, I'm sure she would be happy about it too." Heather sighed, "I should go talk to him, huh?" Rae nodded and smiled, "That'd be the smart thing." Heather nodded and walked off.
She walked into the gym and spotted him talking to some of the guys. She took a deep breath and approached him. Brock smiled when he saw Heather walking toward him, "Hey honey." He wrapped her in his arms to hug her tightly. Heather smiled and returned the hug, she pulled away, "Can we talk? Privately?" Brock nodded and smiled, "Sure." Heather nodded and took his hand, leading him to his locker room. Heather sighed once they got inside, "Sit." She nodded at the sofa. Brock smirked and did as Heather instructed, "Yes ma'am." Heather sighed and started to pace, how was she going to tell him she was, or thought she was pregnant? Brock looked at Heather, "Baby, what's wrong?" His voice full of concern. Heather continued to pace, so Brock grabbed her hand and pulled her into his lap, "Brock..." Brock looked deep into her eyes, "Baby, tell me." Heather sighed and looked away from him, "I think I'm pregnant." She said softly. Brock gently grabbed Heather's chin and forced her to look at him, "Are you sure?" Heather shook her head, "No." Brock sighed heavily, "Oh." Heather got off his lap and started pacing again. "Oh? Is that all you're going to say?" Brock tried not to smile, "Well, when you said you thought you were, I was kind of excited." Heather stopped, "Really?" Brock walked over and hugged his wife closely to him, "Yes, really. I think it would be great to have another kid." Heather wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him. "So soon? Rayne is only a year." She said with her head pressed against his chest. Brock shrugged, "Well, I mean, that age difference is good, right?" "I don't know." Heather said softly. Brock gently kissed Heather, "I think it is." Heather grinned and Brock wrapped his arms around her, then went to lay her down on the couch. They were interrupted by a knock on the door. Brock groaned and walked over to see Kurt Angle there. Heather sighed, "I'm gonna go find Rae and Amanda." She kissed Brock on the cheek and then walked out of the locker room.
Heather walked into catering where Rae and Amanda were relaxing, and Rae was enjoying her time away from the triplets. She walked over to them and Rae looked up, "Hey chica. What happened?" Heather smiled at her friends and sat down, she sighed, "He said he wants a divorce." "What the fuck are you talking about chica," Amanda practically shouted. Rae's jaw dropped, "You serious?!" Rae looked at Amanda, shocked, "What the fuck man?" "Rae, what the fuck is going on," Amanda asked, having no clue about Heather possibly being pregnant. Rae sighed and looked from Amanda to Heather, and then back to Amanda, "Well, chica here, might be pregnant again." "Are you serious?," Amanda asked, in shock. Rae just nodded. "He don't want another." Heather said crying. "That fucker. He best have a damn fuckin good explanation for doin this shit to you." Amanda said, getting up from the table and heading towards Brock's locker room. Rae looked over at Heather, "Wait, are you serious he said that shit?" Heather glanced up at Rae and smirked, "Hell no." Rae grinned deviously, "You are pure evil," she said laughing. Heather laughed, "Thank you." Raechel laughed, "I'm so proud of you chica." Heather grinned, "Yeah, thanks. Come on." she said getting up and going in the direction of Brock's locker room.
Amanda had been on a mission, like a woman possessed. "He doesn't know who he's messing with now. He thought Rae was protective over chica, well he ain't seen nothing yet," Amanda said to herself, as she knocked on the locker room door. "Lesnar, open this god damned door right now," Amanda yelled, getting the attention of a few superstars, as well as some crew. Brock nearly ripped the door open, "What the hell Amanda?" "Who the fuck do you think you are? You tell Rae and all of us that you will never do anything to hurt Heather again, and now you are pulling this fuckin shit," Amanda yelled, in his face. Brock looked at Amanda as if she was insane, "What the fuck are you babbling about?!" "You bastard. You know what I'm talking about. Heather told you that she's possibly pregnant, and you told her that you want a divorce," Amanda said, reaching back to slap him across the face. "Let me tell you something Lesnar, what you dealt with from Rae, is nothing compared to what you are about to get from me. I trusted you, and I actually believed you cared for Heather and Rayne, even after all the shit you pulled, I still thought that maybe you were fuckin sincere this time. You've just proved to me that you are nothing more than a god damn mother fucking two timing cock sucking bitch and I would have no problem cutting your dick off and feeding to the fuckin animals." Brock looked over at Heather, as she and Rae walked up, and she winked at him. Rae wrapped her arms around Heather as she cried. Brock crossed his arms over his chest and smirked at Amanda, "Yeah, so what if I want a divorce? It's not like it's any of your fuckin business." "What do you mean, it's none of my fuckin business? Heather is one of my best friends. You hurt her, and your child and you think that's okay?" Amanda said, about ready to punch him in the face again. Heather saw Amanda's fist in a ball and rushed over and grabbed her hand, "Don't Amanda!" "Why? The fucker deserves what's coming to him," Amanda said, turning around to look at Heather like she's lost her mind. Heather hugged Brock, "Don't hit him, I love him." Rae just leaned against the wall and bit back a grin. "Heather Michelle. I'm tired of hearing this fuckin shit. The bastard wants a fuckin divorce, and he's goin to leave you pregnant and with a one year old. What do you think you're going to do?" Amanda yelled. Tears began to swell in Rae's eyes as she held back her laughter. "I don't know what I will do. But I love him." Heather said trying not to laugh. Brock pushed Heather off him. Heather fell to the ground and cried. "YOU MOTHER FUCKING SON OF A FUCKING BITCH. Don't you ever lay another fuckin hand on her," Amanda yelled, lunging for Brock, prepared to kill him. Rae's eyes went wide, and she quickly grabbed Amanda. "Rae, get the fuck off me. I'm going to kill the bastard," Amanda said, trying to get free from Rae. Rae held Amanda back and looked at Heather and Brock, "C'mon, that's enough." Heather's cries soon turned into fits of laughter. "Rae, this is his fuckin fault.....what are you laughing at Heather," Amanda asked, her anger not diminishing. Brock smirked and looked at Amanda, "I never said I wanted a divorce. Heather was just messin' with you." "What," Amanda questioned, looking from Heather to Brock to Rae. Heather looked up at her husband and burst out laughing. "Gotcha Amanda." Heather winked. "Rae, what is going on," Amanda questioned. "Amanda, I was just as clueless as you. Then I asked chica, and she said she wasn't serious." Rae tried not to laugh. "This was all just a fuckin joke," Amanda asked, getting pissed again. Rae swallowed, becoming serious and looked at Heather. Heather stood up, "Yes." She said laughing. "Why would you do that chica? That wasn't funny," Amanda said, trying to walk away, but was stopped by Brock's hand on her arm. Brock smiled gently at Amanda, "Come on, she was just kidding." Amanda looked at Brock, suspiciously, "Were you in on this?" Brock shook his head, "Not until Heather winked at me." "Well Brock, I guess I owe you an apology. As for you two, why did you let me go off on him," Amanda asked, looking over at her friends. Rae's jaw dropped, "I didn't do anything." Heather looked at Amanda and bit back a smirk, "I'm sorry. I don't know why I pulled this." Heather said. "I can't believe you Heather. You even let me slap your husband across the face. Why did you let me make an idiot out of myself," Amanda said, calming down slightly. Heather sighed, "I'm sorry. It was just a joke. I wouldn't be shocked if you got me back when you have your baby." Heather shrugged. "What do you mean," Amanda asked, as the on lookers seemed to disperse. "See chica. You have 6 months left to think about what I will do to you. You thought that day when Rae was choking you was bad, you ain't seen nothing yet," Amanda said, backing away from Heather. Rae looked at Amanda surprised, "Damn homie." "What Rae," Amanda growled, still pissed off. Rae shrugged, "You know, Heather and I have fucked each other up before. I can't imagine what's goin on in that psychotic mind of yours." "Well I'll tell you what Rae. When I get home from the hospital after I have this baby, you can have a front row fuckin seat for the showdown between me and chica," Amanda said, turning around to face Rae. Rae grinned from ear to ear, "Good fuckin deal." "You know, you girls are so fuckin gullible. Chica, I'm not going to do anything to you."; Amanda said, turning around and facing Heather. Rae growled, "So not cool Amanda." Heather shrugged, "Whatever." She then walked down the hall. "Rae, I just can't believe you were in on this with her," Amanda said, watching Heather walk away. "I wasn't." "So you honestly didn't know, when you guys got down here," Amanda asked, knowing that Rae couldn't lie to her. Rae looked at the floor and shuffled her feet like a little kid, "You know me. Can't pass up the chance to see someone get their ass kicked." "Yeah, it was kinda fun being on this end seeing Brock get told off. It's usually you, that starts in on him about something he's done to Heather. Ever since that first day," Amanda said, laughing at the memory. Rae grinned her usual cheesy grin, "That was fun." Rae sighed heavily and looked up at Amanda, "I guess we should go after her." "Yeah, let's go get her. I mean, I don't want her thinking that I'm truly pissed at her," Amanda said, with the infamous Randy Orton smirk across her face. Rae nodded in agreement, "Yeah, I thought for sure you were gonna rip her a new one right then and there." "Well you can't tell me she didn't fuckin deserve it," Amanda said, as both girls neared the locker rooms.