I know that I promised you a chapter last Wednesday and I'm running late. But I have a good reason. My wisdom tooth came in. I didn't think anything could hurt that bad. Apparently it cut into the muscle in the back of my mouth. I had to have surgery to get them cut out. Which is a really big deal because I've never had any kind of medical procedure done to me before and I was scared to death. This was all during my marathon work week. The only day I got off was the day of the actual surgery. But it's all over now and I'm off most of this week.

So here is the promised chapter. The chapter actually turned out to be really long and it kinda disrupted the flow so I cut it in half and made two chapters. So this one is a little short.

And no there is no threat about reviewing. I only do that once a story.

Latisha—I like putting medical information in because it's what I know. Though I have to admit that I had to look some stuff up. OB is not my field of expertise,.

Phenoix—For some reason when I am working on one story the next story pops in my head. I have been think a lot about the fifth story, certifiably insane. This isn't the end of the family.

Myth—I love the idea of Shelton as a prankster. But it's hard to come up with pranks for him to do. I am glad you are keeping up with the story this time. I love reading your thoughts.

Fidelitas-- Way to go picking up on the tired and frustrated part of Paul. It's good to hear from you again.

Missphilippinessuperstar and Takerlover 21—Thanks for taking the time to review. Its always nice to hear from someone new. I hope I can provide you with a good story.

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The clerk looked nervously at the big man pacing the lobby of the small store. Picking up the phone he quickly punched in his supervisor's home phone number.

"Mr. Henderson, we have a very big problem."

"Take care of it Johnson. I have important things to do all afternoon." The thin voice answered.

"Mr. Henderson, I don't think you realize how serious the situation is. Watering your houseplants can wait." The teenager whispered. He carefully peaked around his computer terminal, flinching to find the stranger standing two feet away.

"What the….. Are you making fun of me? I should fire your lazy butt for calling me like this." The voice was silent for a few minutes, allowing the threat to sink in. "Since you seem to be so incompetent I'm coming in. Try not to break anything before I get there."

The young man placed the receiver in its cradle. "He said he's coming." He said without looking up.

"I heard him." Paul Levesque said dryly. "He sounds like a pleasant person to work for."

The clerk shrugged. "Most of the time he's not here. So I can pretty much do what I want."

"Except give me the information I need." Paul growled when the kid shrugged.

Hearing a series of beeps he reached for his phone, swearing as he read the message on the screen.

"Batteries dead." He said in response to the kid's silent question. "I have a very pregnant wife at home."

"Lo?" Laney asked answering the phone with one hand as she surveyed the contents of the frig.

"Laney" Jayden started.

"Hey, did you all go out to eat? If you didn't I can start making something. Or better yet you can grab something on the way back. If you have already eaten can you grab me something? I'm starving." The young girl rambled, making a face at a bowl of wilted salad.

"Laney!" Jayden said firmly, grabbing the teenager's attention. "Have you talked to Paul?"

"Yea, shortly after you two left. If you can call what we had a conversation. Is something wrong?" She asked shutting the refrigerator door and wandering around the kitchen.

"Do you think you could call him again, see if he will answer?" Jayden asked, ignoring the other girl's question.

"Sure, but what do I tell him?" Laney asked, confused and worried.

"Tell him to call Steph ASAP. And call me back right away okay."

Not taking the time to say goodbye Laney hung up the phone and punched in Paul's cell phone number.

"One ring two ring voice mail. He's got his phone turned off." She muttered to herself. Biting her lip she hit the speed dial number for Jayden.

"He's got his phone turned off. What's going on?" She asked as soon as the other girl answered.

"Steph's condition has worsened and they're admitting her to the hospital. She's freaking out and of course her dead beat husband is no where around." Jayden answered bitterly, sinking into the rock hard waiting room chair.

"Is she okay? The baby's okay right? Is it just dehydration or is it something worse?" Laney asked her words coming out as fast as a speeding train.

"Something worse. But they have her hooked to so many wires that she has to be okay. What she needs most is Paul." The red head answered, sighing in frustration.

"I'll call my dad. Maybe he knows where Paul is and he can let Vince know what's going on."

Jayden smiled in relief. "That would be great. Thanks. I don't want to leave her."

"Is she at St Chris? I'll pack some stuff for her and bring it up. That would probably make her more comfortable." The young girl asked, mentally planning the overnight bag she would pack.

"I'm sure she would appreciate that. But she's at Hartford Hospital. They said they would be able to take care of the baby better here."

"Not a problem. Just tell her to stay calm. Everything's going to be okay." Hanging up the phone Laney hurriedly rushed up to Steph's bedroom while punching in her father's number.

The phone rang five times before the voicemail picked up. "This is not the time. Why do you not have your phone with you?" She shouted before hanging up.

"Think, think. What do I do now?" Glancing wildly around the room she spotted the address book on the bedside table. "Yes yes yes."

Grabbing it she rapidly flipped through scanning the names. "Vince, that'll work." Repeating the numbers to herself she punched in the buttons.

"McMahon." The voice grumbled over the phone.

"Vince, this is Delaney Calloway. I'm calling about Steph."

"What? What's wrong?"

"She went to her doctor's appointment and they admitted her to Hartford Hospital and it sounds pretty serious. And nobody can get a hold of Paul." She explained.

"Is she having the baby?" Vince asked his voice gruff.

"I don't think so but I don't know hardly anything. Do you know where Paul is?" She asked pacing around the room.

Vince shifted some papers around on his desk. "He called a little while ago. His phone's dead but you can reach him at this number." He rattled some numbers off. "Tell Steph I'm on my way down."

Laney stared at the number she had copied. "That's a local number. I thought he was out of town."

Shrugging she punched in the numbers.

"Lentos Florist. How can I help you?" A voice answered.

"Can I speak with Paul Levesque please? It's an emergency." She asked confused.

"Hello?" Paul asked picking up the phone.

"Paul!" Laney said in relief. "We couldn't get a hold of you and…."

Paul cut her off angrily. "Laney I thought I told you to leave it alone."

"Steph's in the hospital and something's wrong." Laney rushed out before he could hang up.

"What?" He asked confused.

"Stephanie went to her doctor's appt and they admitted her to the hospital. I don't know what's wrong. They couldn't get a hold of you so I called Vince. He gave me this number."

Laney gritted her teeth at the silence on the line. "I suggest you get to the hospital. She's scared to death and you're not making it any easier."

Hanging up Laney sped around the room gathering the necessary items. "What else would Steph need? Baby bag, tooth brush, hair stuff, nightgown, current book" Packing each item she headed for the stairs before stopping.

"How am I supposed to get there?"

Randy jogged up the steps to the arena, glancing at his watch worriedly. Reaching for the door handle he was thrown off balance when it was opened from the inside.

"Vince, I know I had ring time and I'm running late, it's just that… Are you okay?" He asked, noticing the pinched expression on the older man's face.

"Steph and the baby are sick. I need to pick up Linda and get to the hospital." Vince answered distractedly pushing past the younger man and heading for the limo.

"Is there anything I can do?" Randy asked concerned.

"Yea, stop throwing water balloons around the electrical equipment." Vince threw over his shoulder.

Randy winced. "Sure, no problem." He muttered to himself.

"Busted." Shelton said coming up behind the young man.

"How is it that I get caught and you didn't?" He asked.

"I've been doing it a lot longer and I'm better at it than you?" Shelton asked mischievously.

"Yea right." Randy sneered.

"Actually I was looking for you. I was planning on putting some spiders in the 'masterpiece's' bag. You know how scared he is of them."

"A couple of plastic spiders aren't going to do much." Randy pointed out.

"No but they will get him to let his guard down so that he won't be expecting the real spider I'm going to put in the bottom." He said holding up the box containing a giant wolf spider. "Interested?"

"I don't know." Randy eyed the spider. "But I guess a couple more minutes won't matter."

Dave looked up to see Randy making his way down the ramp to the ring. "I thought you were going to be here a half hour a go?"

"I got held up." The young man shrugged.

"Why are you smiling like that? What did you do?" The older man asked suspiciously.

"Why do you automatically think I did something?" Randy asked innocently.

"Oh I don't know. Sixth sense where you're concerned?" Dave snapped, narrowing his eyes.

Randy shrugged and made his way over to Shawn and Mark. "Bad call?" He asked noticing the expression on Mark's face as he flipped off his cell phone.

Mark frowned. "Laney left a frantic message while I was in the ring. Now she won't answer the phone."

"It's probably about Steph. Vince left a little while ago in a hurry." Randy offered.

"Why?" The three older men asked as one.

"I didn't get a whole lot of information." Randy answered, not noticing the look they shared.

"That's probably it but I would feel better if I could talk to my daughter."