Worth Fighting For
This is the last chapter. Thankyou to all who read and reviewed and I apologise for any spelling or grammar mistakes through the fic, though it was to the best of my ability. I hope you all like it..it's a bit sad..but maybe I'll give you a sequel. Thanks for everything to my readers and reviewers. Hopefully we'll be seeing a sequel sometime soon. And by the way this does not convey my personal thoughts about abortion as they are in no way associated with this fic. P.S. since this does include abortion, if it is a sensitive topic for you, don't read.
Chapter4 – On The Playground
"You should have told me you were pregnant Stacy. I deserved to know that I was going to be a father. It was my God-given right to be told Stacy. You should have told me God damn it. If you had told me maybe..just maybe..this wouldn't have all happened…" he said, his voice softening at the sad look in her eyes.
She kicked up dirt, slowing the swing down. "I'm so sorry Randy," she said, stressing on the 'so', "but when you showed next to no emotion towards me and you told me to pretend that there was nothing between us, I figured a baby wouldn't go over well…besides…" she added, pausing for a moment, her lips curving into a devious smirk, "whoever said that the baby was yours?" she asked, the smirk still on her face.
"Stop acting like a bitch Stacy. It's not your style to act that way…you've always been a nice girl Stace, why change the image now?" he asked, an eyebrow raised. "Besides…I know that I'm the only guy you've ever been with Stace, you're no whore to not know who the father is." He said, sitting down on the empty swing next to hers. "You should have told me though, damn it…I've wanted a family of my own my entire life…and now…" he paused a lone tear falling from his eye, "you ripped that away from me in the worst damnway possible…" he paused again. "You had a God damn abortion…when you knew…you knew that I wanted a child Stacy…and…and…I hate you for it Stacy…I hate you for doing that…you had a baby…this little miracle…and it was growing inside you for nearly two months…and…and you killed it…and it's killing me to watch you pretend like there's nothing wrong…and it's killing me to know that we could have had ourselves a family…isn't it hurting you Stacy…like it's hurting me?" he asked, by now the tears were falling freely down his face.
"You never did notice the real Stacy…all is not as it seems Randy, you were just too deluded to see the truth and I'm sorry that it had to be that way…because I honestly thought that we could be something special…I thought that we were soul mates. I ripped nothing away from you Randy, some things just aren't meant to be…you know that already, I'm sure. I love you Randy…but love isn't enough. It hurts to pretend like nothing's wrong…I didn't want to Randy…it's killing me…but I couldn't do it alone…I knew that you wanted children…but…but we have our careers to think of too Randy, I know that you wanted children, but I also knew that wrestling has been you're dream…and not only is it in your dream but you're the third generation superstar…you have to go on for your entire family Randy…you can't disappoint them. Besides, people would have been asking where I was for so long and how would I ever have been able to answer them. I can't very well tell everybody that I'm pregnant..my family would disown me and they were all I had. An unwed mother – in my family – is bad news and they avoid you like the plague and that wasn't what I wanted…" she sighed, a tear dripping onto the ground.
"God Stacy…why should you care what everybody else thinks about you…anyway, if it was that important to you we could have gotten married…we loved each other Stacy…if you had just told me when you found out instead of after the abortion had taken place…God…it's just so hard for me because it feels like you've ripped a whole part of me away and God damn it, it hurts me. I don't wanna hate you Stace…because, God knows that you're my entire world…I know that what I said was way outta line…but I care…and that's the only way I know how…by trying to stop you from associating with me, because I'll be the first to admit it – I'm bad news Stacy…I just want to shelter you from that…the only way I know how. For you Stacy I would have done anything, be it quit the WWE and disappoint my family or take you and a baby with me everywhere. I'm so sorry that it had to turn out like this because you should have known that no matter what I would have supported you. I would have loved that little baby so much…maybe…just maybe we can try again one day…and it wont end anything like this." He finished, his hands tightening on the chains of the swings, muscled legs pushing him off the ground.
"Just so you don't think that I'm completely emotionless…this place makes me wonder how it would have been…what life would've been like with a child…and maybe…just maybe I made the wrong choice…but now…now we'll never know…I can't take it back…no matter how hard I try it'll never be okay again…I'm sorry Randy…but now…now…it's really over…" she said, sincerity in her soft voice.
And it had all ended…for real…on the playground…