A/N Alot goes on in this Chapter

" Oh...honey." Bree said pulling me into a hug.

" I fucked up...he's married and he has kids." I cried clutching her.

" It's okay. Stop crying Mer. It's gonna be okay."

" No one can find out. I don't want to be know as a whore. You can't tell anyone Bree." I pulled away from my taller cousin.

" I won't tell anyone come on let's go hun." Bree said wiping away the tears.

" Are you okay Mercy?" Matt asked looking worried.

" I'm fine Matt." I said putting on a fake smile.

" Okay I'll always be here if you want to talk." I knew the older Hardy was serous about this. I knew I could trust him.

" Jeff, Bree shut up. Some of us are trying to sleep." Dave shouted from five rows back.

" Screw you Dave." Bree shouted back. She was so hyped up on the candy, her and Jeff have been eating the whole flight. They couldn't sit still.

" You two talk alittle quieter." Ric said sternly to the wild twosome.

" Fine Ric." The whole plane finally got quiet.

" Mercy are you okay? You look sick." Matt asked sitting beside me.

" I really really don't like flying. I get really nervous." I admitted nervously.

" Do you want me to stay with you durin' the flight?" Matt asked looking at me with those big brown eyes.

" Yeah that would be good Matt." I said smiling as he intertwined his fingers in mine.

" Matt where are we flying to?" I asked feeling more relaxed.

" San Antonio. Try to sleep Mercy." My eyes started to close as I leaned my head on the dark hair mans shoulder.

" I don't want to go in there." I said standing out side the DX locker room.

"I'll go in with you." Bree said opening the door. I saw Shawn standing there with a women and two kids.

" Who are we fighting tonight?" I asked Shawn me eyes on the ground.

" Rated RKO and Lita. Rebecca this is Bree and Mercy. They are Mark and Glen's kids." Shawn said introducing us to his wife.

" Hello Mercy. Hello Bree. This is Cameron and Cheyenne." Rebecca said smiling.

I felt sick when I saw this woman. I slept with her husband, with her kids father.

" Hi Cameron and Cheyenne. I'm Bree. Who are your guys favorite wrestler?" Bree asked squatting down beside the kids.

" Mine is daddy, uncle Hunter or the Undertaker." Cameron said quietly.

" Cameron the Undertaker is her dad." Shawn said ruffling the eight year olds hair.

" Really?" The boy asked his eyes wide.

" Yeah. I better go Jeff and I have a match to get ready for. Bye guys." Bree said leaving me alone.

" Um I'll leave you guys alone." I said quickly wanting to get out of there.

" No you don't have to. We need to get to our seats. Bye Shawn. nice meeting you Mercy." Rebecca said kissing Shawn on the cheek.

" Hey I'm sorry about the other night Mercy. I hope we can put this behind us." Shawn looked a little nervous.

" Yeah okay Shawn. I need to get ready okay." I knew why he look nervous it was because one person my dad. I' never going to tell him, he isn't the most calm person. I just put on a brave face and started to get ready for my match.

It has been three weeks since that fateful night and there is a chance that one mistake may screw my life up forever.

" Bree." I cried on my knees in fount of the toilet.

" Mercy...Bree just left with Jeff. Are you okay?" It was that dark hair Hardy boy again.

" No, I'm not. Could you go and get Bree?" I asked tears rolling down my cheeks.

" Okay." I heard him leave and about five minutes later Bree opened the door.

" Honey are you okay?" Bree asked rubbing my back.

" No...I'm scared." I cried my head still in the toilet.

" Mercy...are you late?"

" Yeah it's two weeks late and I've been getting sick the past few days." The fear came over me.

" Oh honey. I think you might be pregent." I heard Bree whispered as I started to sob harder.