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Chapter Fifty-Five
"You've got this, Angle. You just have to keep focused. Eyes on the prize, man." Brock encouraged his friend.
Brock had agreed to take time out of his own training to accompany his buddy to the tryout. Angle was less than five minutes away from trying out for Dana White, president of the Ultimate Fighting Championship. He was damn lucky that Lesnar was able to pull some strings to get him this opportunity. It was taking place in a small mixed martial arts gym in New Jersey a mere day after public tryouts for the Ultimate Fighter were carried out. Dana was taking time out of his busy schedule to scout Kurt's potential personally. This was, perhaps, Angle's only chance to prove himself in the world of MMA.
Kurt, himself, knew how important this tryout fight was. Unfortunately for him, it was hard to keep his mind focused on the task at hand. He couldn't stop thinking about his visit to Tennessee to see two of his children. While he was used to Karen behaving like a total bitch to him, what really caught him off guard was his children's testimony to how far the former Mrs. Angle was taking the whole "Daddy Jeff" thing.
"Karen is asking my kids if they want to legally change their last name to Jarrett. Do you believe that? My son and daughter are asking me why their mother thinks that they shouldn't have my last name anymore. Like it was my idea!" Angle blurted out in a voice that was trembling from his overwhelming level of exasperation.
His grievances, that seem to come completely out of nowhere, caused Lesnar to shake his head. He couldn't believe that Kurt was busy thinking about his family drama instead of his MMA tryout. First, he was preoccupied with his separation from Stephanie, and now he was babbling about his ex-wife drama.
"Why the hell are you thinking about that now? You're about to walk out of this locker room and prove that you're one of the baddest men on the planet; that you're still a legit athlete even after going into pro wrestling and marrying the owner's daughter. Nothing else should matter to you right now. Use that fire to go out there and kick your opponent's ass and show Dana what you're made of." Lesnar lectured doing his best to refocus Angle to the task at hand.
Kurt slowly nodded his head letting out a long exhale. He knew that he wasn't in the right frame of mind for the tryout. But could Brock really blame him? His personal life was in shambles. If things ended up going well in the tryout today, he would be faced with a career decision that would surely effect his marriage that was already dangling by a thread.
"Mr. Angle, Dana is ready for you. Come on out to the cage." The owner of the local gym announced, popping his head into the locker room.
"All right, man, you heard him. It's go time!" exclaimed Lesnar as he quickly clapped his hands together as his buddy got up from his seat on the locker room bench.
Brock gave his friend a swift pat on the back as he followed him out of the locker room. The whole way down the hallway, he continued to give Kurt a pep talk about his qualifications for the sport. And then, Angle stopped just before the end of the corridor and turned back around.
"Where are you going? Come on." Brock said pointing in the direction of the cage.
"Tell Dana that I'll be there in a minute. I forgot my mouth guard in the locker room." Angle told his comrade while he traveled back the way he came before Lesnar could suggest that he go back for it instead.
When Kurt reentered the locker room, he was immediately drawn to the muffled sound of his cell phone ringtone going off to signal that he had an incoming call. With a quick stride, he made his way over to his duffle bag and reached in for the vibrating device. Since it had already been ringing when he came into the room, Angle quickly answered it without even bothering to look at the id.
"Hello?"
"Kurt, it's Linda. I'm glad I got a hold of you. Stephanie's just been admitted to the hospital." Mrs. McMahon informed her son-in-law, getting right to the point of her call. Despite the fact that he and her daughter were currently separated, she knew that he had a right to know the news about his wife.
"What? Is she okay? Is it the baby?" Angle immediately asked back, his voice sounding a bit panicked. Kurt's blue eyes were wide with fear, he plopped back down on the locker room bench and waited for Linda to elaborate.
"She thinks that she's miscarrying. I'm on my way over there now. We won't know for sure until she's seen by a doctor." Linda explained getting a bit tearful.
Angle felt like he had just been blindsided by the untimely news about his wife. Their tiny baby's life was in jeopardy and he was over two hours away not to mention at a MMA tryout. God, if he wouldn't have forgotten and come back for his mouth guard, he would have missed the urgent call. He already felt guilty enough.
"Jesus Christ, I'll be there as soon as I can. I'm on my way now...Bye." Kurt stammered before ending the phone call. He sprung to his feet, throwing his cell phone in his duffle bag. Angle quickly grabbed his Adidas track pants and put them on right over his fighting shorts. He wasn't wasting anytime by completely changing out of his fight attire.
There was no time for him to run out and tell Brock the new developments. He just needed to get out of there and get back to Connecticut. Angle didn't even care if his wife wanted him there. He owed it to her to be there for her and their baby. The thought of her going through a heart wrenching miscarriage without him by her side killed him.
"What the hell are you doing?" Lesnar asked the minute he came into the locker room and caught sight of Kurt putting his shirt back on. He had come back to find out what was taking Angle so long to get out to the cage.
"I'm leaving, my mother-in-law just called me. Stephanie's in the hospital, she thinks that she's losing the baby." Angle told Brock while he quickly put his socks and sneakers on.
"You're leaving right now? You're this close to getting a contract!" Brock exclaimed giving his friend a look like he was nuts for wanting to skip out on Dana White.
Kurt didn't reply to Lesnar's inquiry. He simply finished getting dressed before going to grab his duffle bag from the locker.
"Angle, come on! It's not like this kind of an opportunity is going to come along again! If you blow Dana White off, you're going to ruin your chances! The tryout won't even take an hour, man! Just get it done and then you can get back home to Steph!" Brock told him, continuing to be frustrated by his buddy's decision to leave.
"How the hell do you expect me to fight a match when I know that my wife is at the hospital losing our child? What if it was Rena, Brock? Huh? Dana's just gonna have to understand, and if he doesn't, then fuck him!" Angle finally retorted as he swung his bag over his shoulder and began to walk out of the locker room.
"Don't be like that, Kurt! Don't you see that this is a prime example of you putting what you want on hold because of Stephanie? She wanted space, remember? You don't even know if she wants you there! You deserve this try out, Kurt! Take the opportunity and then go to your wife. You've got to make the right choice!" Brock commanded, blocking his friend's stride.
Angle's eyes pierced through the man that he thought was one of his best friends for a number of years now. The same friend who was now standing between him and his travel back to his wife. He couldn't believe that Lesnar would even imply that Stephanie's miscarriage was an instance where she was "holding him back". Brock was being stupid, and Angle knew damn well that if it was him and Rena was in the hospital, it would have been a different story.
"I am making the right choice. I choose Stephanie." Kurt finally stated in a voice that was full of the utmost sincerity. With that said, Angle circumvented right around Lesnar and forcefully opened the locker room door, letting it slam shut behind him after he exited.
Upon Paul bringing Stephanie to Greenwich Hospital, she had been admitted and transferred to the third floor, maternity. It had been Steph's request for her to seek medical treatment, while he waited in the maternity lounge and call her mother like his ex had ask him to.
Since Stephanie hadn't asked for him to be by her side at the hospital, there was nothing for him to do but play the waiting game in the lounge. He sat hunched over on a green plush couch with his face in his hands. It all seemed surreal to him. Was he really here now? Had Steph really been pregnant with another kid, and was no losing it? It didn't seem real. Other than the fact that she was sick with a stomach bug recently, she had dropped no hint that her and Angle were having yet another kid. "Were" was the key word. If Steph was indeed right about her body, she was having her second miscarriage. The first one being their second child together.
Levesque let himself sigh sitting back on the sofa. He began to think about the last time he had taken Stephanie to the hospital. While they had redecorated since then, he could tell it was the exact same waiting room he had been stuck sitting in. Paul could even remember the mantra he had said to himself over and over again as he had waited to hear any news about his then wife:
Please let her be okay and forgive me. Please let her be okay and forgive me. God I went too far and I'm sorry.
A lot of good all that hoping and praying had done for him last time. While Stephanie had fully recovered, their tiny unborn child had perished, and with it, an irreparable crack had formed in their once solid marriage that destroyed them from the foundation up. She had blamed the loss of their child on him. Oh God, what if she blamed him for this one too? He did, after all, give her a kiss that she never asked him for right before she started to miscarry. Would she figure him to be the cause of it?
As selfish as it seemed, Paul actually knew that he wished for only Stephanie to make it through this ordeal. He honestly didn't want her to have yet another baby by Kurt Angle. It had been hard enough for him to accept Andrew Vincent as hers. He didn't know if he would be able to do that again with yet another kid. He wanted to be the one to give Stephy another baby. Giving Aurora a little brother or sister would be like creating a new beginning for their little family.
But what was the current state of the Angle marriage? From what his ex-wife had told him in her kitchen, she was really pissed about the rumors about Kurt and Candice. With Angle already out of the house, was that enough to have him out permanently? He hoped so. Angle had his one shot to make his marriage work with Steph, and he blew it. One chance was all Levesque had and when it was gone, so was Stephanie. The same should be true for Angle.
"Thank you so much, Paul, for bringing her here and calling me." Linda told him the moment she arrived in the lounge. Before he could even stand up to great her, Mrs. McMahon bent down and gave him a quick hug. She genuinely seemed grateful.
"It's no problem. I would have never left her to deal with this on her own." He replied shrugging off the idea that he had done anything that was beyond what he would expect himself to do for the woman he loved.
"Well, I'm going to go see Steph and see what the doctor says. Thanks again, Paul. I appreciate you waiting until I got here." Linda quickly added with a flash of a smile before she left him to go up to the triage desk to ask to be directed to her daughter's hospital room.
Levesque sat there silently watching as the nurse spoke to his former mother-in-law. He was hoping that he would be able to overhear the room number Steph was in, but alas, the nurse was going to lead Linda there herself to the other wing of the maternity ward.
He wanted to follow them more than anything. Better yet, he had wanted his ex mother-in-law, the one member of Steph's family who he could ever consider an ally, to invite him to go with her to see Stephanie. She hadn't and now he was again left to wait there in the lounge. He was quick to contemplate lying to the nurse about being Stephanie's current husband so that he could go to her, but then he remembered how the hospital was big on photo identification. It was no use. Paul would have to wait there and hope that his former wife would ask to see him. He wasn't going home until he got to see her.
It took Kurt just over two hours to arrive at Greenwich hospital. Even though his travel was a straight shot up Interstate 95, it felt like one of the longest car rides of his life. He had driven a rental car, since his Escalade was still sitting in long term parking at Bradley International Airport. Leaving the rented car in the Helmsley medical building's parking garage, Angle raced up the stairs to the hospital's atrium lobby.
"I need to find my wife, she was admitted here earlier today, her name is Stephanie McMahon-Angle." He told the registrar in voice that was full of haste.
"Okay, I'll need to see your license or some other form of identification, sir."
"Yeah, sure..." He muttered patting himself on the butt to feel which pocket he had stuck his wallet in, before he remembered that he was in his track pants that only had two pockets on either side.
He reached in his right pocket and yanked out his money clip that contained his cash and cards. He then removed his license and handed it to the receptionist. The woman looked at it before beginning to type away on her computer keyboard.
"She is up on the third floor in maternity, room 324. The quickest way to get there would be for you to go back to the parking garage elevator, and directly across from it you will see another elevator by the rest rooms, take that one up. Once you get to the third floor, make an immediate left and then another left at the next hallway. You're wife's room will be down that hallway in Maternal-Fetal Medicine." The registrar explained.
Angle muttered a thank you and took off the way that the employee had specified, however, instead of the elevator, he wanted to take the stairs. Without losing a bit of breath, Kurt made it up the flights of stairs like he was Rocky climbing the stairs of the Philadelphia Museum of Art; his feet moving fast as he skipped steps on his way up. When he reached the third floor, Angle made the two left turns down each hallway. The moment that he got to the Maternal-Fetal Medicine" portion of the corridor, he didn't even need to look at the room numbers because Linda McMahon was coming out of one of them.
"Mom, I'm here. I'm sorry it took me so long but it was a two hour drive from Jersey." Kurt announced the moment he approached his mother-in-law who had yet to turn from the door to face the hallway.
"How is Steph? Please tell me our baby is okay.." He continued after giving Linda a hug before asking about his pregnant wife's welfare.
"The baby's okay, it was what is called a threatened miscarriage. She had some bleeding, which isn't that uncommon within the first twenty weeks. The doctor performed a pelvic exam and he said that her cervix was closed, which shows that she did not miscarry." Mrs. McMahon explained, giving her son-in-law all the details as she knew them.
"Oh thank God!" Kurt exclaimed immediately before doing the sign of the cross and darting his eyes up toward heaven above. He then reached forward and embraced his mother while thanking her for calling him and being there for his wife.
Angle let out a long sigh of relief. He felt all of his muscles relax as he heard the news that his and Stephanie's unborn child was still alive. He didn't know what he would have done if she had lost their second child without him there.
"Can I go in and see her?" He finally asked in a low voice after breaking the hug.
"Yes, but please, whatever you do, don't upset her. She's been through a lot lately. The doctor told me that all the stress could have attributed to the bleeding." warned Mrs. McMahon as she looked directly into Angle's brilliant blue eyes.
"I don't want to upset her, Mom. I just want my family back. I love her so much." Kurt explained looking over at the large wooden door that stood between him and his wife. A decent size window was in the middle of the door, allowing him to see a decent bit of the room, but not his wife.
"I know you do. Go ahead, I'm going to head down to the cafeteria for a cup of coffee. Just tell her how you feel." Linda advised with a nod before leaving so that her daughter and her husband would have time alone to talk.
Once his mother-in-law disappeared down the long hallway, Angle grasped the door handle, pushing down to open it. Silently, he first peeked his head inside the hospital room before entering. There was Stephanie in the hospital bed. She had turned to look in his direction as soon as she heard the door open. Steph was wearing a hospital gown and her face was a bit red and puffy because she had been crying quite a bit.
"Hi Steph." Angle whispered as he maneuvered his body into the room from the small opening he made with the door.
"What are you doing here, Kurt?" She asked him in a flat tone of voice, folding her arms over her chest.
"I came because I was scared for you and the baby. Your mom called me and I got here as fast as I could." He explained moving further into the room to approach his wife.
Leave it to her mother to reach out to her husband. Steph hadn't asked her mom to do that. She didn't need him there. This wasn't the first time she had been in danger of miscarrying with no one but her mom at her side.
Steph took a moment to scan her husband's appearance. He looked more rugged since the last the time she had seen him. His facial hair was fully in as a beard, he looked like he just threw some clothes on and showed up at the hospital.
"Well, you can stop worrying because my baby and I are fine. You didn't have to come. I wouldn't want you to feel obligated like when you married me after you found out I was pregnant with Andrew." Stephanie retorted holding back her tears as she spoke. She was throwing how she felt about his reason for marrying her back in his face.
"I didn't come here because I felt obligated, I came because I love you and our family more than anything else in the world. And Steph, I would have still wanted to make you my wife a year ago regardless if you were pregnant with my child." professed Angle while he walked to the side of the hospital bed where two screens were running simultaneously with vital signs.
"Kurt, I can't do this right now. I need to rest, I almost had a miscarriage. And-"
"And I wish to God that I could have been there for you when it happened." Kurt told her, completely cutting her off.
"Where were you? The kids and I hadn't heard from you in over a week and now you just show up here acting like you've been missing us so much."
"You said you wanted space, Steph. I was trying to honor that. I spent part of my time in Minnesota with Brock, and the other part visiting Kyra and Kody in Tennessee. You have no idea how hard it was for me not to pick up the phone and call you. I didn't because I figured you wouldn't talk to me. You were so adamant that you wanted nothing to do with me at your father's party." Kurt explained holding his hands up in the air like he didn't know what she wanted from him.
"And I didn't. Hell, I'm not even sure that I want to see you now. You have no idea what I've had to deal with on my own. Having morning sickness when you were too busy thinking about yourself, taking care of my two children on my own, and then being treated at work like the newest supermarket tabloid because of a nasty rumor about you!" Steph hollered before she started to cry while thinking about what she had endured in the past few weeks.
"Wait, what are we talking about? What's the rumor?" Kurt asked looking completely confused by what he was hearing.
"Oh, so you have no idea what everyone in the company has been saying about you?" Steph asked back with a bit of attitude. She was having a hard time believing her husband's innocent and clueless act.
"How would I know what they are saying if I'm suspended? What is it?" He pressed on, getting a little annoyed as well.
"Candice Michelle is pregnant, Kurt, and they think it's yours!" She hollered back at him like she was hurling a rock directly at his bald head.
Angle's eyebrows furrowed before he let out a forced laugh. He couldn't believe that people within the company would be spreading a rumor like that. What evidence did they have that he had any kind of a romantic relationship with that diva?
"That's completely crazy. The only time I've ever even spoke to her was when she offered to watch the kids. And I only accepted because I had to work and you weren't there to watch them. I would have let any of the divas do the same thing if they offered. Why would you be so upset by a preposterous rumor like that? You don't believe that I would cheat on you with diva trash, do you?" Angle questioned looking like he was a bit hurt by the prospect of his wife not trusting him.
Stephanie started crying again, bringing her hands to her face. How could she explain to him how terrible it felt to have an employee tell her that rumor. Regardless if she knew whether it was true or not, simply hearing about it was so hurtful.
"I would hope not, but after what Karen said about your marriage with her. I-"
"Karen told you about that to hurt us. Steph, I know that I was unfaithful to Karen during my marriage to her. I own that and don't deny it. When she found out and asked me about it, I was upfront about it. I swear to you on everything I hold sacred: my life, our marriage, our children, and my Olympic gold medal. I want nor have ever wanted anything to do with Candice Michelle. I couldn't imagine being with anyone but you." pledged Kurt as he slowly approached the hospital bed. He was staring at his weeping wife, seeing if his words were having any effect on her.
Stephanie took a deep breath and then let out a sigh. She let her hands fall down to hospital bed before her sparkling tear filled eyes looked back up at him. She looked to be studying his face, trying to determine if he was speaking the truth. His blue eyes were shimmering while a few tears escaped them and rolled down his face. It wasn't the first time he had cried in front of her, it didn't mean that he had really changed.
"I don't know if I can trust what you're telling me. Words are only words, Kurt. What you do is what is most important. You hurt me so badly telling me that I was holding you back from MMA and then tossing your wedding band aside like it meant nothing to you. How could you do that and now stand here telling me how much you love me?" Steph inquired wiping her own tears away with her hand.
Angle took a deep breath as he tried his best to stifle his overwhelming emotions. If he was going to convince his wife that he deserved to be given another chance, he was going to have to speak from his heart, and not rely on his expression of emotion.
"Okay, fine, you want to talk about actions speaking louder than words? Do you know where I was when your mother called me? I was in New Jersey and I was about to try out for Dana White, the president of UFC. It was a one-time shot that I was given thanks to Brock pulling strings. Steph, as soon as your mom called to tell me about you and the baby, I stopped caring about mixed martial arts. I don't care if I ever step foot in the cage; it means nothing if I don't have you and the kids. I don't need to prove myself as an athlete. All I want to do is prove myself as a husband and father. Stephanie, listen to me." Angle said sitting down on the side of his wife's hospital bed. He took her left hand and held it in his before continuing:
"You had every right to throw me out of our home. It wasn't just my fuck up with the DUI. I was a selfish and immature asshole, and I know that now. It's just that I couldn't stand the thought of losing you to your ex. I'm sure you felt the same way when you heard that bullshit rumor about me and Candice." Angle confided drawing connection between the two of them.
"That's true, but-"
"But it's still no excuse for how I acted. You were sick, and I shouldn't have left you to go to RAW. And as far as Paul is concerned, I'm know that I'm just going to have to learn to deal with him. He's Aurora's dad, and he's going to have to be in our lives because of it. I don't want my insecurities to ruin what we have, babe. I love you too much. Please, Steph, give me the chance to show you that I mean every word I'm saying. Let me come home." Kurt pled bringing his free hand to his wife's face to lovingly stroke her cheek.
Stephanie closed her eyes, relishing the feeling of her husband's touch. She could feel his gold wedding band pressing against her skin as he caressed her. His words were still sinking in to her mind. He was telling her everything that she wanted him to; like he had finally seen the light and realized and wanted to fix what she had been so upset about. She could have lost their unborn child today, but she hadn't. Maybe it was a sign from God that their marriage really did have a chance.
When she opened her eyes, Steph raised her right hand and brought it to Kurt's face. She began to caress his jaw line with her hand, feeling his beard under her fingertips. After a few seconds doing this, Angle placed his hand onto hers, and then turned his head so that he could kiss the palm of her hand with his lips.
"I want you to come home." Steph finally whispered through her tears that were now tears of happiness.
The corners of Angle's mouth pulled to form a wide smile. His wife telling him that she wanted him to come back to her and their family was like a unbelievably large weight had been lifted from his heart. He immediately then bent down and brought his lips to hers. Stephanie sighed allowing her husband to pull her into a lip lock. She brought her hands to either side of his face and closed her eyes while he kissed her tenderly.
"Oh, and there's one more thing..." Kurt whispered after breaking the kiss and resting his forehead to hers.
"Hmm?" She voiced before pressing her lips to his again for another quick kiss.
Angle slowly withdrew from his wife's advances and then reached into his left pocket. His face formed a smirk before he pulled something out that was concealed within his large hand. Steph blinked a few times, and waited for him to reveal what he had. And then, when he opened his hand, she smiled wide. Her eyes focused on her beautiful wedding ring shimmering in the palm of her husband's hand.
"You kept it in your pocket?" She asked with a chuckle before wiping away her tears.
"Yeah, I did, every day since we split. I was worried that I'd never get to put it back on your hand." He divulged looking down at the exquisite piece of jewelry that belonged to his equally radiant wife.
"I missed having it there." Steph confessed in a whisper before biting her lip. She then held out her hand for him to put it back on her left ring finger.
Angle took the large diamond ring between his thumb and pointer finger of his left hand. He leaned over and slowly brought the round band to her polished finger and slid it onto it across its length just like he had done when they had married.
Steph trembled with a feeling of overwhelming joy. She held her hand up in front of her, admiring how the huge diamond sparkled. Just like the diamond felt right on her hand, so did her marriage.
After getting her a cup of coffee in the cafeteria that was on the ground floor of the hospital, Linda traveled back up to the maternity floor the same way that she did when she had first arrived there. The elevator chimed signaling that it had reached the third floor and the doors opened.
"I wish we would have known you wanted some coffee, we have a machine right here in our office." The nurse commented with a smile when she saw Mrs. McMahon walking by with her paper cup.
"Oh, it's fine, I wanted to give my daughter a little privacy anyway. Thank you though." Linda replied.
Hearing the voice of his former mother-in-law made Paul lift his head from the magazine he had been studying for some time now. He had been stuck in that waiting room for what felt like an eternity with no word from either his ex-wife or her mother. Levesque had scanned through each and every magazine on the table in front of him. He had just been ready to give up on getting to see his former wife, when he had heard Linda 's voice.
Paul closed the magazine before placing it back on the table. His hazel eyes focused on Mrs. McMahon as he watched her walk passed the nurses' station and continue down the hallway. He moved quickly, following her before any of the nurses could ask him what his business was going into the maternity ward.
This was his chance to get to see his former wife. In the hours he was waiting to see her, he formulated in his mind what exactly he was going to say to her. It was what he should have told her right after he kissed in her kitchen. He wanted her to know that he was still in love with her, and that he wanted to be the man who would be there for her when she and Angle finally went their separate ways. Levesque would hold her in his muscular arms and comfort her over the loss of her unborn baby, just like he should have done when they had lost their own.
"Linda!" He called out as he saw her starting to slow her pace when she reached one of the hospital rooms.
Linda turned back around and gave him a look that showed how surprised she was to see him. She waited until Paul closed the distance between them before she spoke.
"You're still here, Paul? I thought you left when I arrived."
"No, I was waiting for an update. I thought you knew that. How is she? I was worried about how she would take another miscarriage." Paul inquired in a low voice.
"Oh, she and the baby are fine. I'm so sorry that you were out there waiting for so long. If I would have known you were still here, I would have told you sooner."
Paul felt a measure of frustration build up inside of him. With the way that Stephanie had behaved on the way to the hospital, he had been sure that she would have lost Angle's kid. It was what the Olympic Jackass deserved for all of the bullshit he had pulled over the last few weeks. Levesque firmly believed that he deserved to be with Steph more than Kurt. He was the one who cared enough to check in on her and the children today. If it wasn't for him being there, she probably would have lost the damn baby. Steph must know that. She had to see how important she was to him.
"Can you just give me a few minutes to talk with her?" Levesque requested not bothering to even respond to the news about Steph and the baby's welfare.
"I don't know if-" Mrs. McMahon started to say in an attempt to try and deter him from wanting to go in the room.
"It will only be a few minutes, please." He pressed on.
"Well, I did have some phone calls I needed to make. Go ahead, I'll be back in a few minutes." Linda finally said, relenting to her former son-in-law's request.
Paul smiled wide and moved aside so that Linda didn't have to maneuver around him to walk back down the hallway. He then took a minute run his hands over the top of his head, making sure his hair was smoothly pulled back in his signature neat ponytail. Then, he stepped up to the door of room 324. Seeing the thick glass window, he decided to try and get a look at her before entering. Levesque wanted to see what her current emotional state was. His own demeanor would depend on if she was in good spirits or not.
He chewed his gum rapidly as he almost pressed his large nose into the glass while trying his best to see the hospital bed in the room. He shifted all his weight on his left foot and cocked his head fully to the side in order to see the other side of the room.
"What the fuck..." He muttered when he saw Angle's bald head and torso blocking his view of Stephanie.
Angle was there? When did this happen? Paul's heart felt like someone pierced it with a dagger when he saw both of Stephanie's hands rubbing his back and his eyes focused on her wedding ring that was back on her left hand. It hadn't been there earlier today. Paul shook with anger when Angle shifted his position a bit and the side of Stephanie's face came into his view. Her eyes were closed and her head was pivoting with Angle's rhythm while she kissed him back. It was a sickening sight; one that he never saw coming. Their child surviving had to have brought them back together.
Levesque let out all of his breath from his lungs while his eyes continued to fixate on the woman he loved making out with the man he hated. All he could think about was bursting in there and jumping Angle before he even had a chance to defend himself. He would pummel that Olympic cock sucker until security came to pull him off of him. Unfortunately, he couldn't do that. Paul knew full well that if he did that in front of Stephanie, she would be the one to call security on him. There was nothing he could do. He hadn't just missed his chance to speak his heart to Stephanie; Angle had taken it away from him.