Disclaimer: I do not own the characters affiliated with WWE, I do own Nicole Michael's however. This story is completely AU! This is my first fic so be gentle, reviews are welcomed! This is the last chapter! Thankyou for all the great reviews and liking my story! There's another one in the works! And a special thankyou to KazzaXTreme for your great writing tips and stalking me! HAHAHAHA!

His hand gently caressed her cheek as he intently watched her sleep. Her face was glowing, her plump lips kissable, and her hair so smooth.

"You know I can feel you staring at me," Nicole said keeping her eyes closed.

"Sorry," he said letting his hand trail over her large tummy. "But the mother of my unborn child is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. And I can't keep my eyes and hands off of you."

She opened her eyes to see his green eyes sparkling. He still made her giddy when she saw him. Even his words still made her heart skip a beat.

"That's how I ended up pregnant. You know you have made me the happiest woman alive," she said stroking his sculpted beard. She kissed him gently on the lips.

"Maria, Randy and John are over coming over in an hour," Jeff said. "So we should go have a shower before they arrive."

They stripped each other and went into the shower.

"You know John said his first word the other day," Nicole said as Jeff squirted the body wash on his hands and started to rub them over her belly. "He said dada to Randy. Maria said Randy cried. That is so sweet."

"I wonder what our baby's first word will be."

"I hope it's something rude," she giggled.

"Why?"

"Because it would be funny. Shit would hit the roof if their first word was shit and my grandmother was here," she said and laughed sadly.

"Hey," he said kissing her on the shoulder, "if my baby is going have their first swear word it's going to be a good one like fuck or asshole."

Nicole laughed and pulled him into a kiss. "Well then, maybe you could teach our baby a thing or two about talking with that foul southern mouth of yours."

"But you love my foul southern mouth."

"Yes I do. I think it was that that also got me pregnant."

They got out of the shower and dressed each other slowly, ignoring the knocking at the front door.

"One of us should go answer the door," Nicole said, "and it should be the non-pregnant one. It's getting harder and harder to walk."

"Well you are small and this baby is going to be a big strong boy."

"How do you know little one's a boy? I wanted a girl."

"Call it intuition."

"If it's a boy it's called paranoia."

Jeff laughed and ran out of the bedroom pulling on his wife beater. Nicole could hear the voices in the hallway when he opened the door. She tied the wrap dress and slowly made her way downstairs and onto the balcony of the cottage.

Maria sat with John, now two years old on her lap, Randy with his arm around his wife protectively.

"Hey sweetie," Maria said beaming at her baby sister as she sat at the table. "How are you feeling?"

"Like a beached whale," Nicole said. "I think I'm too short to have a baby."

"Women smaller than you have babies all the time," Randy said. "So quit your bitching."

"Hey, don't go talking to my woman like that," Jeff said coming onto the porch and put the bowl of fruit salad on the table. "It's when she starts getting cravings for fish and chips in the morning, and chocolate ice-cream to dip her chips that I get to tell her off."

Nicole laughed as Jeff went back into the kitchen.

"So Mrs Hardy," Maria said, "are you going to come to my fashion show tomorrow night?"

"Hail, rain, shine, feeling like shit- you know I'll be there; Jeff too. And I assume Randy is getting the night off fighting fires."

"You bet," Randy said, "I wanna see my baby girl shine in her first show. The collection is amazing."

"It always is," Nicole said as Jeff put the jug of ice tea and cups on the table. "Sit down you work too hard."

"Someone has to work on your behalf." Maria and Randy laughed as the married couple in front of them playfully bickered.

Later that night Jeff and Nicole lay on the couch and watched the fire flicker in the front of them. Their hands were entwined as Jeff other hand massaged her stomach.

"I think we should name the baby Shannon," Nicole said. "What do you think?"

"I think that's a sweet idea," he said and kissed her hair. "What about godparents?"

"Well obviously Maria and Jeff, we are John's godparents after all. Maybe we could ask Shannon, I think he'd like that. He's been so supportive since we left."

"Shannon rang me yesterday while I was at work."

"What's wrong? Has something happened?"

"Your father kicked your grandmother out of the house. She heard that he was trying to find you and Maria, so she threatened to find you herself and kill you, so he kicked her out of the house."

"Do you think I should call him?"

"Yeah I do. You and I both know your grandmother was reason your father was the way he was. Your grandmother raised him like that. Now he has seen that she is evil and he can be better."

"Did John call Randy?"

"Yeah," Jeff said. "John's been really depressed since you left."

"Poor John."

"I know sweetie, but don't feel guilty. We have to focus on the future. I think you should call your dad. Maybe we could have him in our future."

Nicole nodded sitting up. Jeff handed her the cordless phone and she dialled the number she'd memorised.

"Michael's." His deep drawl was drowning in sorrow.

"Daddy?" she spoke, her voice cracking as the tears threatened to fall.

"Nicole, oh it's so good to hear your voice."

"I'm so sorry I left daddy."

"I understand why you did. Your grandmother's gone."

"I know daddy, Shannon's been keeping us up to date."

"I need to know everything that's happened over the past two years, nine months and three days."

"Maria and Randy got married and have a little two year old boy called John. Jeff and I got married last year and I'm six months pregnant."

"That's wonderful sweetie," she could hear him crying softly.

"Maria's still designing; she'd putting on a fashion show tomorrow in Auckland. Randy's a fire fighter. Jeff's got his own art studio and I'm not working."

"Are you happy?"

"More than ever. I miss you though daddy."

"Maybe I could come out and visit. I know John would love to see you. He gets lonely in the house."

"Of course you can come visit daddy. I know Maria's been missing you."

"I miss you both so much."

They spoke for two hours. It seemed that a huge weight had been lifted off both their shoulders. Nicole was grateful that her child would have a grandfather in his or her life.

As she and Jeff lay in bed that night she couldn't help but think over her life. If she and Jeff had never met she would have never learnt to be happy. If she hadn't left with Jeff her father would have never learnt that his grandmother was his greatest downfall.

"I'm so lucky to have you," she said to Jeff.

"Not as lucky as I am to have you."

"I love you."