Seth was feeling more and more like crap for each day that passed. An entire week Vanilla had dodged him. She had blocked him on everything. Her phone and all social medias. He couldn't barge into the women's dressing room, and she made sure only to leave it when she had a match.

When he went home the day after he had been cheating, she wasn't there. They lived together and he had expected she would make it home somehow too and finally talk to him. He called her sister. Of course she was there and refusing to talk to him. Her sister gave him a piece of her mind about what a big asshole he was. As long as he knew she was safe. That was all that mattered.

She stayed true to her word about him sleeping alone in the hotel rooms they had booked together when they went back on the road. It took him two days before he sniffed out the information that she was rooming with Alexa and Nikki. Whether or not the other two women knew why, he wasn't sure. He was close with Alexa but she didn't say anything.

"Seth," Becky appeared next to him.
"Go away," he said.
"We need to talk," she said.
"We really don't," he said.

He was warming up for his match. He didn't need her to ruin it for him. He just needed to get through this one match, and then he was heading home. The end of another week. Back home to an empty house. Everything inside him hurt so bad without Vanilla close to him.

"Fine, don't talk, but take a look at this," she said.

She smirked and held up a positive pregnancy test. His jaw dropped. He knew enough to know that two lines meant positive.

"No," he whispered.
"I'm afraid so," she said.
"Get rid of it," he said.
"I'll think about it," she ran her tongue over her lips. "If you behave like a good boy. I hear you're sleeping alone these days. Start rooming with me. If you make me happy the next following weeks, I might get rid of it before I start showing. If not, everyone will know who the father is."

Someone called Seth's name. It was time for him to enter the ring. He gave Becky a hard look.

"You bitch," he said lowly.
"I'll see you next week, loverboy," she grinned. "Good luck on your match."

He gritted his teeth and walk to stand ready. He had no clue how he got through his match without messing up anything. He shut his brain down for the duration of the match and did what he was supposed to do.