Mark was worried about me…especially when I didn't show up the next morning to see him…he called the hotel and my cell phone a few times and felt a couple of messages but figured I just wanted to be left alone for a few days…and he was right 2 days later…I walked into the waiting room…and Jamie jumped up and said, "Samantha are you okay?" I said, "Yea…I just needed a couple of days…I didn't mean to ruin his career…but I didn't know what else to do…" I couldn't help it…as soon as I said anything about it I started crying again…for like the 100th time…
Jamie whipped her cell phone out and called Glenn's cell phone and he answered it, "Babe…you're about 30 feet from the room…why did you just call?" Jamie said, "Before you get all announcing…Samantha is here…she started crying again…" Glenn said, "Okay…I'll be right there." Mark said, "What?" Glenn said, "Samantha's here…she's scared to come down here."
Mark said, "Good Lord…she's my wife…what? Like I beat her when were at home or something?" Glenn popped Mark in the arm and said, "Behave yourself…she's still up set about having to make that decision without you knowing it…" Mark said, "I know but I don't want her to be scared of me…I mean come on….we've been married for almost 2 years…tell her I said to get her skinny little ass down here."
Glenn just gave Mark a look and then walked down to the waiting room…When I saw Glenn walk into the waiting room…I said, "I can't go down there Glenn…I ruined his career…he'll never be able to wrestle again and it's all my fault…"
Glenn said, "Samantha calm down…Mark was going to retire in 3 years anyways….it was a little earlier then expected but…he's fine with it…of course he did shake the shit out of and growled a threatening ass whippin towards the doctor if he elevated your stress level to much and made you go into premature labor…he was very specific with telling that little shithead doctor he was going to beat his ass if you got forced into having the baby because of your stress level being too much…"
I finally bit the bullet…so to speak…and Glenn put his hand in the middle of my back and steered me down the hallway…trying to reassure me that Mark wasn't mad at me…and that I shouldn't be scared of him…I stopped right outside of the door and Mark looked over at me…I had my hand across my mouth trying not to cry…but it wasn't happening…I got tired of feeling Glenn trying to push me into the room so I elbowed him right in the gut…
Glenn bent over a little trying to catch his breath and said, "Man…don't piss of pregnant women…" He finally rested his hands on my shoulders and said, "Go on…you guys need to talk." I walked a little closer, as Glenn left and closed the door behind me…Mark held out his hand and said, "C'mon…Samantha…you've got no reason to be scared of me…I'm not mad at you." A whole new batch of tears started sliding down my cheeks and I said, "I'm so sorry Mark…" My hand went up and over my mouth again…and I took Mark's hand and he pulled me over to him…and automatically wrapped his arm around me…and I buried my face in his chest…
Mark was rubbing my back and said, "Samantha…C'mon calm down…I don't like you being upset…it's not good for the baby…I realize your emotions are supposed to be like this because you're pregnant…but I want you to calm down…Besides you know I can't stand it when you cry…it kills me…"
I mumbled something and Mark laughed and said, "Baby, I can't understand anything when you're talking into my chest..." I looked up and said, "I'm sorry Mark." Mark whipped my tears and said, "It's okay…I'll get over it…it wasn't your fault…that dickhead doctor made it seem like it was a life or death situation when it really wasn't…believe me I already gave that asshole a piece of my mind."
I giggled a little and Mark looked down and said, "What was that…Could be ears be fooling me or did my beautiful wife just laugh?" I smiled and said, "Yea…but it's only because Glenn told me you shook the shit out of the doctor and threatened to beat his ass if I went into premature labor…" Mark said, "Well…can you blame me? I'm not worried about myself, nearly as much as I'm worried about you." I said, "Why…you just had surgery…I'm fine." Mark said, "I might have had surgery…but I'm also not 6 months pregnant…"