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Chapter Forty-Three

"What the hell is wrong with you? Didn't you see me stopped?" Screamed an elderly man the moment he got out of his silver Buick.

Angle's white Escalade had slammed into the back of a Buick Lucerne that had been stopped at a stop sign. The luxury car had definitely gotten the worst of the collision: the trunk was crumpled in and both brake lights were shattered. The SUV, however, only had a broken headlight and a dented exhaust grate.

"Hey buddy, I'm really sorry about this. It's going to be fine, no one was hurt, I'll gladly take care of the damages." Kurt answered back calmly while gesturing with his hands as he made his point clear.

"That's right, you are going to be responsible for the damages, how the hell could you have not seen that stop sign?" The man asked pointing his arthritic finger toward the sign only a few feet away.

While the old man was hurling insults at him, Angle's eyes glanced to his rearview mirror and then widened at the sight of flashing red, blue, and white florescent lights. It was a state trooper that was coming up on the accident. Kurt knew that things were about to get even worse for him.

The cop car pulled up directly behind the Escalade, and the cop quickly stepped out of his cruiser in his freshly pressed gray Connecticut State Trooper uniform that was complete with his wide brimmed hat.

"Officer, this man here smashed right into the back of my car! I was stopping for that stop sign right there, and he plowed right into the back of me!" The old man reported to the policeman before the cop even made it to Angle's driver side window.

"Sir, please calm down, I know what happened, I saw the accident myself while I was running radar on the side of the road back there. If you could please just wait inside your vehicle, I will come speak with you after I finish speaking with him." The cop told the elderly man nudging his chin in Kurt's direction.

"I'm going to need your license and car registration." The officer told Kurt.

Angle forced his tongue into his cheek while he struggled to get his wallet out of his back pocket. Once the wallet was free, he opened it, slid his driver's license from behind the clear soft plastic, and handed it to the policeman. His Escalade's registration paper, he kept in a white envelope with his insurance information in the glove compartment. He then handed that over too.

"Mr. Angle, I noticed that you were all over the road back there before you slammed into the back of that man. What was going on?" The cop questioned after scanning Kurt's identification and then his vehicle registration.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. You see, my wife is sick at home with the kids and a text came through my cell phone. I know I should have waited to look at it until I got home, but I was worried about them." Angle explained quickly, with a few stammers as he retold the version of the story tailored for the officer.

The entire time Kurt was telling his story, the state trooper was scanning the inside of his Escalade. The focus of his scan fell upon the baby and child seats in the back of the SUV. It made the cop shake his head before he responded.

"I can see you have small children, what if they would have been with you? I'm going to ask you something, Mr. Angle, and I want you to answer truthfully: Sir, have you consumed any alcohol this morning?"

Angle felt a small lump form in the back of his throat. He was taken aback by how quickly the police officer had taken a case of texting while driving and turned it into a possible DUI. But what did he really have to worry about? Kurt knew that he only had spiked coffee. It wasn't like he had been throwing back beer or hard liquor. It was best just to be honest with the guy, especially if he was under the limit.

"I had three cups of coffees that had a little bit of alcohol in them." Kurt openly admitted.

"Would you mind reciting the alphabet for me?" The cop ask in a no nonsense tone of voice causing Kurt to give a chuckle. He couldn't believe this was happening.

"A..B...C...D..E-"

"Backwards, sir." The cop commanded cutting him off.

"Z...Y...umm, X, ah, W, ah...Is-is this really necessary? I need to get going, here. I'm willing to take full responsibility for the accident, okay? I'm-I'm insured." Kurt explained.

"Yes this is necessary, Mr. Angle, I can smell the alcohol on your breath. Under Connecticut law, I am obligated to administer a breathalyzer to you." The policeman informed him.

"And what happens if I refuse to take one?" Angle asked back quickly. He couldn't believe that the cop was actually giving him a field sobriety test complete with breathalyzer.

"Then you will immediately be placed under arrest."

Kurt let out a long sigh before bringing his right hand up to his face to rub both his eyes with his thumb and pointer finger. He was going to have to take the test. Refusing and going to jail wasn't an option. He would take the test, pass it, and go home to Stephanie and the kids.

"I'll take the test..."

The wide automatic doors opened and closed a few times before Stephanie was able to actually walk into the Emergency Department of Greenwich hospital. The commute there had been long and arduous. Steph was still so weak and Linda had the extra challenge of having to bring along all four children. Due to the lack of seating in the back of the Jaguar, little Kody had to sit on his big sister, Kyra's, lap. Linda drove very slow and carefully due to one of the children not being belted in.

"All most there, sweetheart." Linda encouraged her daughter as she supported Steph with her free arm while skillfully she balanced baby Andrew on her opposite hip while his diaper bag hung from one shoulder.

The three other children were bringing up the rear. Kyra was in the middle, holding both Kody and Aurora's hand at the request of Mrs. McMahon; she didn't want anyone getting lost from the parking lot to their trip through the hospital. Aurora Rose's eyes widened when she saw a nurse in scrubs bring a wheel chair that her grandma helped her mommy sit in.

"Mommy hurted? Aurora asked in a little voice that was full with concern as she approached where her mommy was now sitting in the wheelchair.

"I'll be okay, sweetie. Mommy isn't feeling good so the doctor is going to give me some medicine to help me feel better." Steph assured her three year old daughter.

Linda was helpful enough to handle jotting down all of Stephanie's personal information on the E.R. admission form. All Steph had to do was sign the consent form, and when that was completed, the nurse rolled her into the triage area of the unit to get her vital signs.

Since Mrs. McMahon had to look after four children, she and Stephanie had already decided on the way to the hospital that she and the kids would wait for Steph in the waiting room. The emergency room was a busy place in the hospital, and the last thing the nurses and doctors needed were rambunctious kids getting in the way.

Luckily for Linda, the room for waiting had a small play area for children which would surely keep them pacified during their time there. Kyra and Kody were the first to venture over to the toy area. Aurora, however, seemed a bit hesitant. She was standing right by her grandmother simply watching Kurt's kids play with all the toys.

Steph didn't have to wait long to be seen by a doctor once she finished up with the triage nurse. They had wheeled her into a private room in the fast track area of the E.R. and unlike the usual visitors to the emergency room, the doctor didn't make her wait long.

"It's quite clear that you are extremely dehydrated since you can't keep any nutrients in your system. I'm going to have the nurses start you on an IV of fluids and also get a full blood panel on you to check for any infection. Sound good?" The emergency room doctor told Stephanie, giving his assessment of her situation.

"Yes, thank you."

For the first time in days, Stephanie felt a bit of relief. While no one was crazy about having to give blood, she knew that it was what needed to be done in order to pin point what exactly was making her so sick. She was just ready to start feeling better so that she could get back to being a wife, mother, and businesswoman. Both her personal and professional life were a mess; she vowed that as soon as she started feeling better, she would mend both aspects of her life.

"Kody, come back here, you can't go back there." Linda told her daughter's step son the moment she caught up with him when he was just about to enter the "Hospital Personnel Only" area of the Emergency Room.

Linda had forgotten how rambunctious little boys could be. She was constantly having to run after her son, Shane, when he was little. Now, in her grandmother years, it was a lot harder keeping up with an active child, especially when she was having to carry around her youngest grandbaby.

"Sit down here next to me. I need to call your daddy and let him know what's going on." Linda directed as she pointed to the seat next to her.

It took a few moments to operate her blackberry since little Andy kept trying to bring his baby hands to the buttons of the cell phone. Finally, she set the phone up to call, and brought it to her ear.

"Hey, this is Kurt, I'm not available right now to take your call. Leave me a message and I'll get back to you."

"Hi Kurt, it's Linda. I had to take Stephanie to the emergency room at Greenwich Hospital because she was so sick. The kids are here with me in the waiting room. Please call me back and get here as soon as you can."

"Is my dad coming here soon?" Kyra asked when she overheard Mrs. McMahon speaking her father's name into the BlackBerry.

"I hope so." She answered back with a hopeful smile.

The sound of her phone ringing caused her to shift her attention back to it. She knew that it was signaling an incoming call, so before she even looked to see who it was, she answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hey honey, how's Stephanie doing? I was just about to leave for SmackDown when I thought I'd call and check in on things."

It was Vince calling to check on his daughter's wellbeing. Not that Linda wasn't happy to hear from her husband, it was just that she was hoping it was Kurt returning her call. It was so unlike him to be out of contact from his wife and family. With Steph being so under the weather lately, Linda had a hard time picturing her son-in-law going off and leaving his sick wife at home with four young children.

"She's so sick. I had to take her to the E.R. at Greenwich Hospital."

"Do they know what's wrong with her?"

"I don't know, I'm in the waiting room with all four children. I just tried calling Kurt but he's not answering his cell phone. I'm starting to get worried that something might have happened to him. It's not like him to disappear like this. He should be here with Stephanie and the kids."

"I'll try calling Kurt again, I wasn't able to get a hold of him earlier either. Then I'll make a call to Laurinatis and the rest of the crew and inform them that I won't be at SmackDown. I'm coming to the hospital. I'll help look after the kids so you can be there for our daughter."

Paul arrived at the arena right on schedule. While he was physically at work and ready to perform his duties as a SmackDown superstar, his mind was miles away; back in Greenwich Connecticut, to be exact. He couldn't stop thinking about Stephanie and how bad off she was when he had to leave her.

Levesque couldn't help but think back to their marriage, and when she was pregnant with what would have been their second child together. She had been so sick and in need of his love and support, but his mind was then distracted by his meaningless trysts. He had lost her. Steph was no longer his wife, yet he felt concern for her that only a loving husband could feel. That had to count for something.

Paul brought his stride to a halt the moment he heard the familiar voices of the creative team that were coming from around the corner that he was just about to approach. Instead of turning it, Levesque decided to lean his back up against the wall and listen in to the conversation that he was sure would include Steph.

"Laurinatis just passed the word down. Vince isn't going to be there tonight. Word is that Steph is really sick." The lead writer reported to the rest of the team the moment he got off the phone with head of talent relations.

All the WWE employees that were scheduled to be at the SmackDown tapings were arriving. It was customary for the writing team to have a meeting at the arena earlier in the day to go over the final script. They had been waiting for Vince and his cronies to join them.

"I don't blame, Steph, I mean, I would be too because of what's going on at RAW." One of the women writers commented.

"Wait, what happened at RAW?" Another female asked right after with a confused look on her face.

"Well, I heard from one of the RAW pyrotechnic guys who heard from one of the RAW divas that Kurt Angle got a hand job and who knows what else from Candice Michelle right in the trainer's room."

"Oh my God, they did that right at the arena? Poor Stephanie!"

Paul lips pulled into a smile and he let out a small snicker. He loved work place gossip. It was about time someone other than him became the victim of nasty rumors. The fact that it was Angle, was even better. He could only hope that the word would get around to Stephanie when she returned to work at the office. She needed to hear that her "Mr. Wonderful" wasn't so wonderful after all.

"Who's watching the kids, Mom?" Stephanie inquired, her back darted off the hospital bed as she sat up the moment her mother walked into the room.

"Your father's here and he's looking after the kids so I can be with you. You're already starting to look better, honey. You're getting your color back." Linda pointed out.

"Thanks, but, umm did you get a hold of Kurt? Is he coming here?"

"Your father and I both haven't been able to reach him. I left him a voice mail. Oh, but Paul just called my cell before your father arrived. I let him know that you would be on the mend."

"I can't imagine where Kurt could be that he wouldn't answer his phone. That worries me, Mom. That's not like him." Stephanie said with a voice full of concern.

She was so bothered by the fact that her husband was unreachable by both her parents, that she didn't even process what her mother told her about her former husband calling.

"I'm sure there is an explanation, sweetheart. Maybe his cell phone died. We'll probably hear from him the moment he gets my message." She assured her daughter.

Stephanie could only hope her mother was right. The truth was she was really worried about Kurt, especially after what had went down before he left the house. He had been so upset with her and the situation he had come home to. What if he was purposely ignoring his in-laws' phone calls? What if he was so upset that he was giving up on their marriage?

"Oh, honey, it's going to be okay, don't get upset. You should just concentrate on getting well." Linda quickly told Stephanie the moment she started crying because of her worries.

"The doctor said I was dehydrated and he put me on an IV. I just got my blood taken, they are checking for any infection." Stephanie replied as she turned her arm to show where the nurse had taped a piece of cotton over her antecubital at the elbow bend. She let out a few sniffles, and began to stifle her emotions.

"Well, hopefully they can give you something that will prevent the vomiting until the illness works its way out of your system." Linda added.

"I hope so...Mom, are you sure that Dad can handle the kids by himself? Maybe you should go back out there and supervise."

Before Linda could address her daughter's concern, the doctor returned to the room with papers in his hand that Steph could only assume were the results of the blood test.

"I have the results of the full blood panel. Both your red and white blood cell count were in the normal range which means there is no sign of infection. However, the test did reveal something."

"What is it? Is it serious?" Steph asked sitting up completely straight as her nerves began to take over. Something could seriously be wrong with her for her to be this sick.

"Well if you call being pregnant as being serious, congratulations."

Stephanie's eyes widened after she heard the news that she didn't expect was coming. Suddenly, it all made sense, and she wondered why she hadn't figured it out before. The extreme nausea was shades of her pregnancy before baby Andrew.

"Oh, sweetheart, congratulations! Another little one already? I can't believe it, what a pleasant surprise!" Linda gushed.

"Is the pregnancy normal though?" Steph asked with concern.

"The blood test only revealed that you were pregnant because of a significantly high concentration of the human chorionic gonadotropin hormone in your blood. I'd estimate that you are about three to four weeks. This of course would explain the vomiting you said you were experiencing. You would need to make a follow up appointment with your OBGYN to have further examinations performed."

"Stephanie is just a little worried because she has miscarried before because of extreme morning sickness. Is there any kind of medication you can give her to keep her nausea at bay?" Linda asked.

"I'm sorry, no. The medication doctors used to prescribed actually was found to carry with it a risk of birth defects. The best we can do is hope that treating her dehydration will help curtail the nausea. I'd like to keep you admitted over night and on the IV, just as a precaution. Tomorrow you can go home. Congratulations to both you and your husband."

Tears were again welling up in Stephanie's brilliant blue eyes. While part of the reason she was getting emotional was because she was thrilled to be becoming a mother to a new little life, however, part of her felt a bit of sadness.

Steph was disappointed by the fact that this was yet another pregnancy that she was finding out about without having her husband there with her. It took her back to the feelings she had when she found out that her and Paul were having another baby and he wasn't there for her. Now here she was again, married to another man, impregnated with his second child, and where was he?

"I want to make my phone call now." Angle muttered in a hoarse voice. He was being lead from the booking and processing area of the local jail.

Kurt felt so embarrassed and ashamed. The breathalyzer test had given him a reading that was just above the legal limit and he was immediately given his Miranda rights and then hauled into booking. His Escalade had to be towed, and his cell phone and wallet had been confiscated. The officers had promised him a phone call after he had his mug shot and finger prints taken.

"Make it quick, Angle." One of the officers told him as he gave him access to a desk phone.

Without even having to think about it, Kurt quickly punched in his home phone number on the dial pad. He needed to get a hold of Stephanie. She was probably worried about him by now, and he needed her to call his lawyer.

"Come on, Steph, pick up." Kurt said aloud in a voice of urgency as the phone continued to ring and ring.

"Shit, where the hell is she?" He blurted out the moment their home voice mail message began to play.

"Steph, it's Kurt, if you're there, pick up. This is important. I'm down at the local jail and I need you to call my lawyer, Mike Santicola. I'll explain everything later, I love you...bye."

"All right, that was your one call, come on." The cop quickly said the moment Kurt ended the call.

"Wait, let me just try her cell phone."

"Sorry, only one personal call."

"Well then at least let me try and call my lawyer myself." Angle pleaded as he was being ushered away from the phone.

"No more calls, you're in here for the day. You can make bail first thing tomorrow. We've got a private cell for you. You should be thankful you aren't with the others." The police officer told him as he lead him toward the holding area.

"Hey, Kody, you be careful picking her up. She's the same size as you and you're going to fall over." Vince called out when he noticed that Kurt's oldest son was hugging Aurora and lifting her up off her feet much to her delight.

Vince had definitely bitten off more than he could chew with the four children. Even little Andrew didn't want to sit still in his lap, he was dead set on crawling and toddling around his new surroundings. Each time the one year old would get far, McMahon would have to run after him.

"Look, it's Dad on the TV!" Kyra announced aloud as she pointed up at the plasma wall television where a picture of her father in his wrestling gear was being shown while a female news reporter spoke about him.

"And now a breaking story, we have just learned that wrestling celebrity, Kurt Angle, was arrested this morning and charged with driving under the influence. Angle won a gold medal in the 1996 Olympics in freestyle wrestling, and is currently employed by World Wrestling Entertainment ." The woman reported.

"What the hell is this?" Vince hollered as he took notice of the report about his son-in-law.