and it's been a while.......j/k, no sappy rock songs. Seriously, just got back into writing, and finally got my own computer! YAY ME! So, the updates should be more frequent, aside from homework for classes. R/R
Three months passed and Emylee relocated to Florida as planned. She went back on the road, and everyone welcomed her with open arms. Problem was her arms weren't really open as they should be. Though respectful, she wasn't really happy.
She ironically turned to two men that weren't in her "normal circle" of people of "comfort". Shane, she couldn't stay mad at him that was her big brother. Then the newly signed Brock Lesnar. They grew close from her working on him to come back. They developed a relaxed friendship, it also helped he didn't pry into her situation, unlike everyone else. It was work, and current events, and that how she liked it. He was also the first guy in this business that the friendship had nothing anywhere sexual involved. Just friends, like her and John used to be. She just couldn't take anything to do with old friends, or anything attached to Dave right now.
Problem with that, everywhere she looked, including herself, Dave was everywhere.
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Randy was juggling prepping for his baby boy and career. Career wise, he couldn't be happier. He was bigger than his father, and working with friends, it was everything someone would dream of. Personally, his wife couldn't be any more perfect than she was. Steph and Emylee were due any minute, and he was anxious for the both of them. Dave was too, but they were for different reasons. Randy watched people all the time in this business. It was a skill that worked in his favor a lot. He watched Dave and Emylee's interactions, and she was different towards him and everyone else too. More cold, calculated, and cautious. That would change after the babies got here, guaranteed. He had a plan, and by letting Dave know, and he was a huge part of it, it had to work.
"Em, girly, where you at?" Brock yelled into the room.
"Back here, I'll be out".
Coming out, she wasn't as big as expected, but for her, it was enough.
"Had to pee for the millionth time today, these kids and my bladder are battling for space", she joked.
"I can imagine, Rena and I are going out for dinner, you're more than welcome to join us".
"Thanks, but I'll take a rain check on that. It's my turn with Anna tonight; I look forward to girls' night with her".
"Sit".
Sitting down, she was tired, and she wore it well. Didn't help she was ready to pop at any minute.
"We don't talk about your personal stuff, and I get that. It's time that ended Em".
"I kinda liked it that way".
"I know, but it's overdue".
"Jesus Brock, I can't deal with this crap".
"You need to. I remember before everything, you were attached to Dave, and friendly towards everyone, including asswipe. Now let's just say the new recruits over look your attitude because they want to be here".
"Well, what the hell Brock, what do you want me to say?"
"Hey, honesty right?"
She took a deep breath, and calmed a little, "Well, yeah".
"You're hurting still. Even if you can't trust him, you still have to live Emylee. Don't burn everyone else cause Dave pissed you off, doesn't mean everyone else should feel the results of it all".
It was the first time everything made sense. She closed everyone off because of a man. Bullshit. She was going to live regardless of the circumstances. She sat thinking about the comment. Brock got up and kissed her forehead, and left. She was ready, to confront it all.
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John was packing up, when Trish walked in. He was hurting and tired. The fatal four way storyline tiring, but awesome. Trish just rubbed his massive shoulders, and grinned at her recent storyline. She and Emylee would have it out for a while until she was able to return, and it would be her way of retiring. That was the perfect way for the both of them, if only she would let her in.
"Alright Stratigias, what do you want now?" John joked.
"Nothing Cena, dang you act like were already married".
"No just curious".
"Nope, nothing……to do with you anyways".
"Talk to her. She can't be mad at you. I know she isn't with me".
"How do you know?"
"We talk. She's trying to be professional. I can tell that she thinks that since she let her guard down, she got burned. We have to prove to her, we did not burn her, forget her, or blame her for anything. That we are here regardless of what happens".
"I'll see you later", she grinned, and stealing a kiss goodbye. She made her way to Emylee's office.
Paul was making his way to her office too. He was going to give her some last minute paperwork and other business stuff. Truth be told, it could have waited, but he was secretly concerned too.
Walking in, he saw she was rushing around, as if she was late for something.
"Hey, here's the legal stuff you needed for the medical insurance and other things".
He still even wanted her in a sense, but Amanda knew that. He also wanted to move on with Amanda after the weird start they had. Seeing Emylee pregnant made him realize, he was jealous. He couldn't keep a woman for anything. Stephanie ran to Andrew, then Randy. Then Emylee left him for Dave, then to find out she was very pregnant.
"How are you?"
"Good, tired but good"
"He misses you".
"Paul don't start. You tried splitting us up in so many different ways, it ain't funny. Trying the "concerned friend" approach isn't going to work".
"Look, you're putting all of us in danger being this way towards him. At least talk to him".
"Paul, I'm for sure not doing this with you, I'm late with Anna".
Emylee felt an extreme sharp pain in her abdomen, and looking down at her pants, they were very wet. Paul turned around, wondering why her response was so short.
"Em, you alright?"
"This isn't happening here, why here?" she groaned.
"I'll call for a bus, just stay calm".
Trish walked in, and saw Emylee leaning on her desk. She saw she didn't look so good and that meant she was in labor.
"Hey, I came to talk, but I see there's bigger issues at hand", she grinned.
"It's ok, you ever coach before?"
"I'm an auntie, of course".
"Then stay, chit chat, while I give birth', she grinned.
"For now, I'll distract you".
"I………can deal………with that".
"Breath and listen".
Paul came over, picked her up, and carried her to the couch.
"I'm going to call Dave, I'll be back.
The twosome stayed and tried to keep everything calm and cool.
"I want to tell you something. Kill me later for it. We eloped Em. John and I. My sister ordained the ceremony, and we loved it. Em, I love you like a sister, and it hurt when I was shut out from you. I wanted you there at least. I feel closer to you than Steph, because of your relationship with Dave inspired me to go for it, you know?"
"Trish, I mean………wow………yeah, bad timing………but I'm………..ow……so sorry".
The paramedics came in helped Emylee on to the gurney.
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Dave, Randy, Rey, and John were playing cards to pass the time. It was the new obsession that the guys had. No girl talk, it was beer and cards or beer and video games. John couldn't take it anymore. Hiding his secret was too much anymore, and he knew at one point Trish was going to tell someone. He finally broke the silence.
"Trish and I got married. Damn, that feels better, sorry Dave".
"Fuck dude, we swore, no woman talk!" Randy whined.
Dave chuckled at the two, "No, it's cool Randy. Congrats, but you didn't invite the rest of everyone else?"
"Well, it's been tense and we didn't want to wait anymore".
"She didn't want to wait you mean", Rey added.
"Yeah".
"You're married now, she will control every move you make", Randy said.
"Well, as long as the great sex doesn't stop, then I don't care".
Randy and John fist bumped on that fact, and laughed.
"Seriously, you guys shouldn't stop talking about your lives because Em and I are having issues", Dave smirked.
"You know something we don't?"
"She said she was….." Rey questioned.
"She said, but her body language said something else. I'm giving her space, because it says to me, she loves me, but she's scared, and something else is going on. We'll be back together soon enough", he grinned.
Dave's cell began to ring Emylee's music he set, then Randy's, and so forth.
"She told me to call you".
"Why are you there?"
"It was strictly business, nothing else, but then she went into labor".
"Where, and I'm on my way".
Randy got the information from Steph, and all of them hurried out the room to the local hospital.
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Paparazzi were gathered outside the hospital as she came in the ambulance.
'Got to love my co-workers. Damn that twitter…..' she thought until the pains distracted her thought.
"It's ok, just ignore them, I'm here, Paul called Dave and he's on his way with everyone else, including your parents"
"Say……….what?"
"Just focus, we'll handle them".
As they got her out, and towards the labor and delivery area, Trish began to understand why she did what she did, still didn't like it, but understood it. She wanted to shield everyone, including herself, from everything. Maybe walking away was the best option for everyone involved. Maybe, it was the only conclusion for Emylee, but the same could be said for her, and now she was having second thoughts about her decision to leave.