Chapter Eight: Thinking Again?

I spent some time in the hospital for about a week. The doctor I had wrapped my arm up in a cloth-like bandage. He suggested I shouldn't wrestle for about another two or three weeks. So I obeyed him and when I was able to get the stitches out, I was able to get in the ring again. He also told me that the baby would be fine. I thanked God; it was a miracle. On the bad side of it, rumors were being spread through the company. Vince had asked and made sure with me if I was ever going to pull another stunt like that. I told him straight forward that I wasn't. Because I knew the next step I was going to get fired.

Reina, San, and Jamie weren't talking with me either. It had to be at least a month since they said one word. I didn't even get an angry stare. They just treated me like I was a ghost. I deserved it, I knew that. I tried talking to them a couple times, but again they passed me.

As I toured along with WWE, I ended up going on the bus instead of with John. I couldn't go with Jeff because of Jamie traveling with him and Matt. I didn't want to deal with all that drama so I traveled on the bus but really didn't socialize with the others but Brooklyn. The whole incident with what I did was still fresh in everyone's mind. Trish talked to me from time to time, but not a whole lot. Jeff and I talked to each other every time we got the chance. I really didn't know what Matt thought of me now so I didn't talk to him.

Jeff and I started doing everything together. Lunches, dinners, parties, and just hanging out in general. It went on like this for a while now. I was actually happy again, just getting my mind off the world and trying to be normal again. Two or three months later, my pregnancy was beginning to show and I took time off from my job to handle my child. Brooklyn wasn't too happy with me being pregnant, but I couldn't worry about that now. He helped me along with it, as well did Jeff so I was happy. But going through constant puking and aching pains was just pure hell.

One night after Raw, I was helping Brooklyn get his thigs together.

"Let's see...take this one." he handed me the lighter bag of the two.

I took it from him "Thanks, is that it?"

"Yep, I'll see you out there in a couple minutes." he told me. I started out the back door that leads to the parking lot.

"'K!"

Outside I saw groups of fans waiting for any of the wrestlers coming out to sign some autographs. I put the bag in the back of the trunk of the bus. I then traveled over to the crowd and gave them what they wanted. But I prayed I wasn't going to get trampled. A couple of teenagers tried getting to me first but the bodyguards stopped them.

"One at a time!!"

A lady and her child came by first. A tiny brunette girl looking about ten came up to me with a notebook and a sharpie. She looked about ten or so.

Her mother was standing beside her. You could see right off the bat that the girl was a spitting image of her.

"Miss Swatson, thank you so much. My daughter just loves you." her southern accent was noticable.

"Aww no problem. I enjoy doing as well as I can for the fans." I gave her a whole-hearted smile.

I gave the notebook back to the girl. In the sweetest and most innocent way she thanked me. I told her "You're welcome." and they were on their way. Signing a few more people's books, papers, and fluroecent signs I heard a cheerful male voice around me.

"And here ya go. Have a nice night."

I knew who it was. I turned my head to see ...him.

John was with the crowds as well signing items of the people's belongings. The way my heart felt around him when we had our arguement was acting up again. My mood went blue as I watched him. I looked back over to the young man's sign that I was printing my name on and finished up.

"There, and I'm done."

I handed him his sign and told the people "That's all! Thanks for coming!"

Their voices grew up and they wanted me to continue, but I couldn't. Not when he was around.

Stepping inside the tour bus I spotted Ric Flair, Randy Orton, Trish, Lita and Shawn inside too. They were drinking and having a good time. I just sat in the back. Brooklyn arrived in after a minute later. He came and plopped next to me. I was looking at my feet still with the glum expression written on my face.

"Hey." he attempted getting my attention.

It worked. "Yeah?"

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Just tired." I lied.

Silence went between us because both of us knew that wasn't the truth. I caved and said to him. "Fine. It's him."

"Thinkin' about John?" he predicted exactly what was on my mind.

I said nothing, but only nodded my head.

"Amy, he's an asshole. He dumped you and ditched you when you needed him the most." Brooklyn reminded me. "You're better off without him."

"I know, but I'm still really hurt by him. I miss the old days when he gave me kissed for everytime I was upset. Or when he'd do something romantic for me. He one time gave me flowers just because it was Tuesday." I reminiced. "It's just really hard without him."

Brooklyn kissed the top of my head. "I'm going to take care of you now baby girl. No matter what guy you ever date, your big bro is stayin' with you. I love you. More than you think anyone could ever match up to."

I wrapped my arms around him. "Thanks Brooklyn, I love you too."