That next night Sheamus and Kimber, hand-in-hand, made their way into the arena where SmackDown was going to be taking place.
Kimber glanced up at her boyfriend, noting the light in his eyes and the wide grin on his face. It would appear that being an expectant father was agreeing with him.
They rounded a corner and suddenly Siobhan came running up, red hair flying behind her and a concerned look in her eyes.
"Kember!" she came up to the pair, "Are you all right?"
Kimber and Sheamus looked at one another, trading grins, before Kimber turned back to Siobhan and nodded, "I'm just fine, Siobhan. Thank you."
"Why don' you come wit' us." Sheamus said mysteriously, leading the way to his locker room.
Siobhan looked at them in confusion, falling into step behind them, "What's goin' on?"
"Wait and see." was all her big brother would say.
They stepped into the room, Sheamus firmly closing the door behind him. Siobhan looked back and forth between the couple, confused. Kimber went to Sheamus' side, the Irishman slipping his arm around her shoulders and drawing her tightly to his side.
"Would someone tell me what's goin' on?" Siobhan asked at last, growing annoyed with their silence.
Sheamus gave Kimber's side a squeeze, causing her to yelp before the pair began to laugh.
"I'm pregnant." the reporter said at last.
Siobhan's eyes widened in surprise as she breathed, "What?"
"Pregnant." Sheamus said proudly, "She's goin' to have me baby."
"Ah know what 'pregnant' means, you eejit." Siobhan began to laugh as she came forward and gave Kimber a big hug, "Ah just can' believe it!"
She pulled back, realization hitting her, "So that's why you kept gettin' sick!"
"Yep." Kimber was giggling, "I just had it confirmed this past Friday."
"Why didn' you tell me sooner?!" Siobhan turned and whacked her brother on the arm.
"Oi!" Sheamus laughed, dodging another blow, "Ah just found out meself last night!"
Siobhan turned back to Kimber and shook her head, "Ah can' believe it."
"You and me both." Sheamus smirked as he took a seat in a nearby chair.
"Ah can' wait to tell Ma and Da!" Siobhan announced as she started to reach for her cell phone.
"No you don'!" Sheamus jumped to his feet, snatching the phone out of her hand and raising it above his head.
Siobhan began to protest, jumping up and down to try and reach it. But with her brother's considerable height advantage it was impossible for the Irishwoman to get it back.
"This is Kember's and my news to tell." the wrestler stated, "So keep yer gob shut."
"We're going to start telling the folks soon." Kimber assured Siobhan.
The redhead pouted but nodded, "Fine, fine. Ah won' say a word."
"See that you don'." Sheamus warned her as he handed her back the phone.
He turned back to his girlfriend, a frown slowing coming to his lips at her sudden pensive expression.
"Angel?" he called out, hand cupping her cheek.
She blinked, coming out of her thoughts, and gave him a warm smile.
"I'm fine." she told him, "I was just thinking that there's someone else besides our parents that we need to tell. We need to tell Stephanie and Triple H."
Worry began to fill her green eyes, "I just don't know how they're going to take it."
"It'll be all right." Sheamus gave her a warm smile, "Trust me, they'll understand."
"I hope so." she sighed.
She took a deep breath, preparing herself, "Well, there's not time like the present. I guess I should go tell them now."
"Let me get this promo Ah have to do out of the way and Ah'll go wit' you." Sheamus told her, "Just give me a chance to change into me gear."
"That's my cue to leave." Siobhan gave Kimber another hug, "Congratulations again."
"Thank you." Kimber beamed at her.
Siobhan turned to her brother, the siblings sharing a smirk, "Ah guess Ah should congratulate you, too."
"Wouldn' hurt." Sheamus gave her a shrug before laughing.
Siobhan gave him a big hug, whispering in his ear, "Ah'm so happy for you."
"Ah'm pretty happy for me, too." Sheamus gave her a wink as he pulled back.
His sister bid them goodbye and she left the room.
Kimber closed the door and turned back, her eyes trailing over her boyfriend. His back was to her, his shirt already off. Her eyes feasted on his marble flesh. That wide back, dusted with freckles and rippling with muscles. She began to grin. And to think he was all hers!
Sheamus had just tossed his shirt onto the chair when he felt his girlfriend's hands on his back followed by her lips ghosting over his skin. He began to chuckle, arching an eyebrow at her from over his shoulder.
"Havin' fun?" he asked, voice low.
"Mmm-hmm." Kimber breathed against hm before pressing another kiss to his back.
She slid along to his side, fingers trailing over his bicep. From there she gave him a sultry smile, "Did you know that being pregnant makes a woman-"
"Horny?" Sheamus inquired with a smirk, causing Kimber to laugh.
Her laughter died down to a few giggles as his arms came around her, pulling her against his chest. He lifted her up on tiptoe and suddenly she didn't feel like laughing anymore as his lips met hers in a thorough kiss.
While he wanted nothing more than to lock the door and finish what this kiss was starting, he knew now wasn't the time. Reluctantly the Irishman pulled back and sighed.
"Stop tryin' to ravage me and let me get changed." he ordered, wagging a finger at her.
Kimber gave a pout but kept her hands and lips to herself.
He was soon ready to go and the pair stepped out into the hallway.
"So do you know what you're going to say?" the reporter questioned as they made their way down the hall.
Sheamus was looking straight ahead, all earlier lightheartedness now gone. No, she was looking right at the Celtic Warrior now and he was not in a good mood.
"Ah've got a few ideas, yeah." he muttered as they continued on.
The pair rounded a corner, slipping onto the set where the wrestlers would be interviewed and give promos. Josh Mathews was waiting for them and he began to smile at the sight of his colleague and best friend.
"Hey, I didn't think you'd be back tonight." he stated as he gave Kimber a big hug.
"She wouldn' if Ah had my way." Sheamus grumbled.
Kimber pulled back and gave him a look before turning back to Josh, "I am, but I promised Sheamus I would take it easy."
She heard her boyfriend snort behind her and it was all she could do not to give him another glare. If he had his way she'd be in bed until it was time for the baby to be born.
"So are you ready to do this?" Josh as the wrestler and Sheamus nodded.
Kimber stepped out of camera range, allowing Sheamus and Josh to get into position. The interviewer raised the microphone and nodded to Joel to indicate that he was ready. Joel pointed and Josh began.
"Sheamus," he stated as he looked up at the larger man, "On this week's Raw your feud with Mark Henry took a more personal turn when backstage interviewer, Kimberlynn Gentry, was inadvertently injured at the hands of the World's Strongest Man."
Kimber flinched at her fellow reporter's words. She knew Josh was just doing his job but she still didn't want to be reminded of what happened.
Her hand went to her stomach as her frown grew. And of what could have happened.
"Yeah, well it's no secret that Kember is my girlfriend." the Irishman replied evenly as he glared down at the other man, causing Josh to become visibly nervous, "And her gettin' hurt by the steel steps Henry threw was very personal."
The Celtic Warrior turned to the camera, clearly growing angrier by the second, "Now it was one thing to go after me when me back was turned at the Elimination Chamber. That's just par for the course.
"But, Mark Henry, you made a big mistake by bringin' her into this." Sheamus was practically seething now, "And it's one mistake yer goin' to pay for. I can promise you that, fella."
Josh slowly lowered his microphone, taking a slight step back, "I, um, I think we got it. Thanks, Sheamus."
"Yeah." Sheamus muttered as he turned away, taking a deep breath.
He tried to force his temper down but it was hard. He could still see her getting hurt. And it made it that much worse now that he knew she was pregnant. Just thinking about what could have happened to her, and their baby, made his blood run cold.
He felt a gentle hand hesitantly touch his arm and he looked over to see Kimber standing behind him. She was looking up at him sympathetically.
He gave her a small smile, arm coming around her shoulders to draw her in close. Hers instantly came around his waist and she gave him a hug, her head going to his chest.
"I'm ready to go talk to Stephanie and Triple H." she told him, looking up at him, "Whenever you are."
"Yeah, let's go." the wrestler nodded and the pair made their way to the back offices.
It wasn't long before they reached their office, Sheamus reaching out to knock.
"Come on!" they could hear Triple H call from the other side of the door.
Sheamus gave his girlfriend a wink before opening the door and allowing her to enter first. He came up behind her, hand going to her shoulder as they came to stand before Triple H's desk.
The COO was standing behind it, his wife seated n the chair beside him. The couple looked up at the pair, good-natured smiles forming on their lips.
"Kimber." Stephanie greeted the other woman warmly, "It's good to see you back. And so soon, too."
"You know you could have taken the night off." Triple H gave her a slight smile.
"Yeah, like she would have agreed to that." Sheamus scoffed, earning a laugh from the blonde man.
Kimber gave her boyfriend a look, but she couldn't help but smile. Yep, he was definitely going into overprotective mode. Oh well, she could think of worse things.
"We're actually glad you're here." Stephanie spoke up, "We wanted to let you both know that Mark Henry is not in the building tonight."
"Thank goodness." Kimber sighed, starting to feel a little bit better.
"Is that why you came to see us?" Stephanie questioned, looking back and forth between the couple.
"No, actually," Kimber glanced over at Sheamus, his hand automatically taking hold of hers, "We needed to talk to you."
"Everything all right?" Triple H slowly asked, not sure where they were going.
"It is." Sheamus nodded, the Irishman beginning to smile once more.
"I. . .I just wanted to let you know that I'm pregnant." Kimber stated, voice wavering slightly, "And I thought you should know."
Stephanie began to grin. She was out of her chair and rounding the table in seconds to give the reporter a big hug. Kimber was surprised by the action but she began to smile and returned the embrace.
Triple H smirked at Sheamus knowingly, reaching out to shake the other man's hand, "Congratulations, Pop."
"Thank you." Sheamus grinned.
"Yes, congratulations." Stephanie pulled back to beam down at the reporter, "I am so happy for you. Both of you."
"I just wanted to assure you that I want to stay on." Kimber quickly told her, "That is, for as long as you'll have me and as long as I'm able to."
"Great." Stephanie pulled back and returned to her chair, motioning for Kimber to take a seat in the chair before the desk, "This is the perfect time to discuss the WWE's maternity leave program with you. If you have time, of course."
"Of course." Kimber nodded, taking a seat.
"Well I think that's our cue to leave." Triple H clapped Sheamus on the back and led him from the room, "Come on, Pop, I'll buy you a coffee."
The two men exited the room, Triple H closing the door after them. When he turned back to Sheamus he began to chuckle.
"So give it to me straight," the blonde asked as he approached the wrestler, "How scared shitless were you when you found out?"
Sheamus threw back his head and laughed.
"Oh that's nothing." Triple H went on, clearly enjoying himself, "Walk with me and let me tell you about the joys of having to deal with an expectant mother."
The smile instantly died on the Irishman's lips, worry beginning to come over him. Triple H took in his expression, the older man appearing almost gleeful as he began to lead the other man away. . .
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Kimber stepped out of Stephanie's office some time later, the Chief Brand Officer following after. Both women were relaxed and grinning.
Stephanie gave her another hug, stating, "Congratulations again, Kimber. And if you have a girl I have a ton of clothes I can give you."
Kimber laughed at that, "Well thank you. I just might take you up on that."
She grew serious, adding, "And thank you for being so understanding. I can't tell you how worried I was to come here and tell you."
"You have nothing to be worried about." Stephanie assured her, "Just look after yourself and that baby."
"You can count on that." Kimber told her as she rubbed her stomach, "And if I don't, you can believe that Sheamus will."
The CBO laughed at that, nodding, "Oh I can understand that. Paul was the same way when I pregnant."
Kimber bid the other woman goodbye, Stephanie stepping back into her office. Once the door was closed the reporter leaned back against the wall and sighed, a deep sense of relief flooding through her.
That had definitely gone easier than she thought it would.
She started to make her way through the arena, a spring in her step. SmackDown was getting ready to start and with it came a rise in the energy. Both from the crew, the wrestlers and the crowd.
It brought a wondrous smile to reporter's lips and she couldn't help but go to a side curtain and peek out over the arena.
Her grin grew as she took in the countless fans. Just the sight of them made her feel proud to be apart of the company.
She continued to look out over the arena when unexpectedly the hairs on the back of her neck began to stand up. Suddenly something just didn't feel right.
She turned to her right and came to a halt. Everything within her froze up, fear and panic beginning to set in.
No, it couldn't be. She shook her head in disbelief. It couldn't be!
She desperately tried to peer around a group of people about fifty yards away. There was someone standing behind them. Someone who looked exactly like. . .
She blinked, the group moved, and the figure was gone.
Kimber's breathing grew shallow as she struggled to calm her racing heart.
Joel came walking up to her at that moment, taking note of her appearance.
"Hey, Kimber, you all right?" the camera man inquired.
The reporter wheeled on him, eyes wide. Had he seen him?
He continued to stare at her with concern and Kimber realized he hadn't. She ducked her head, trying to get herself back under control.
"No, um," she turned back to him, "I-I need to use the restroom. I-I'll be right back."
She turned and darted away. She could hear Joel calling after her but she pressed on, racing towards the restrooms.
She hurried to a back stall, just making it before she threw up. Only this time it wasn't from morning sickness.
The reporter emerged a short time later, sweat lining her brow and her body shaky. She staggered over to a sink and began to rinse out her mouth.
As she lifted her head, her pale, drawn and absolutely terrified expression greeted her in the mirror. She looked haunted.
No, no she couldn't have possibly seen. . .him. She blinked back the tears that began to collect in her eyes. Her trembling hand raked through her hair as she closed the green depths and took a shaky breath.
She hadn't seen Andrew in five years. Not since he had raped her. But she knew she would never, could never, forget that face.
The man in the arena-she had only seen his profile-but he had looked so much like her ex-boyfriend. The blonde hair was cut short, not the curls she had been used to. The boyishness had hardened into manhood. He was wearing a ball cap and flannel.
But he had never worn those types of clothes before. His style had always been more preppy.
She opened her eyes, doubt beginning to fill her. She had to be wrong. That couldn't have been Andrew. She had just seen that man, who had a striking resemblance to him, and she had thought it had been him. That had to be it.
Kimber took a few deep breaths and collected herself.
Come on, Kim, get it together, she told herself, That wasn't Andrew. You haven't seen him in five years and hopefully you'll never see him again. So just put it behind you, go out there and do your job.
She emerged from the restroom a short time later, on the hunt for her cameraman. She began to make her way back to where she had left him, intent on giving him a very big apology.
Abruptly a hand came down on her shoulder, causing the reporter to shriek and spin around, hands coming up to protect herself.
"Kember!" Sheamus gaped down at his girlfriend in alarm, hands grasping at her shoulders, "What's the matter?"
Kimber stared up at him in surprise, the young woman shaking like a leaf. She soon realized it was him and she practically sagged in his arms.
"Sheamus." she breathed, her eyes wide with doubt and fear, "I-I'm sorry. I didn't know it was you. I thought. . ."
He stared at the top of her head in confusion and apprehension. What in the world had gotten the lass so scared?
He pulled her tighter against his chest, hand stroking through her hair, as he murmured, "Yeah, it's only me. Who didja think it was?"
His head shot up as he scanned the area. Was Henry around? He swore if he was, and the bastard had threatened Kimber, he really would kill him.
"I. . ." she pulled back and gave him a weak laugh, "It's nothing. Really. Just my hormones acting up."
She took a step back, waving her hand as she tried to appear nonchalant, "My mind was on other things and you just startled me. That's all."
He looked at her closely, not believing her for a second. This wasn't just simply being startled. When she had turned around she had been terrified.
She went back to him, her arms coming around him as she burrowed against his chest, "I'm sorry I worried you but I'm all right. Really."
He stared down at the top of her head, eyes thoughtful, as he held her tightly. Everything in him was screaming for him to demand answers but he knew she wouldn't tell. His girlfriend could be as stubborn as him sometimes.
Not to mention she had a tendency to keep her feelings locked away. Oh she wasn't as bad as she used to be, but sometimes trying to get her to open up was still like trying to pull teeth. And he knew now would be one of those times.
He suspected a lot of that had to do with her bastard of an ex-boyfriend. Because of that son-of-a-bitch's abuse his angel had learned to keep everything bottled up inside. To do so otherwise would have earned her a backhand.
To this day Sheamus wished he could spend just ten minutes alone in a room with that gobshite. When he finished with him, he would have never been able to put his hands on another woman again.
"All right." he stated as he kept an arm around her and led her back down the hallway, "Ah'm sure you want to go find Joel and get started."
"Yeah." Kimber murmured, voice faraway. Her thoughts were still a million miles away where he couldn't reach.
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"Are you ready?" Sheamus asked his girlfriend early the next morning.
She appeared nervous but nodded, "Yeah. I guess. Whenever you are."
He gave her a kiss before offering a small smile, "It'll be all right, angel."
"I hope so." Kimber murmured.
He turned and brought up Skype, dialing his parents. Kimber settled closer to him on the hotel bed, the reporter wrapping her arm around his bigger one and laying her head on his broad shoulder.
The program lit up and soon Sheamus' parents, Mark and Bridget, were looking at the pair from the computer screen.
"There's my boy!" Bridget called out with a bright smile, "And his beautiful lass. How are you, Sheamus? Kember?"
"Fine." the couple chorused, Kimber giving a wave to Sheamus' parents.
"That boy isn' givin' you any problems, is he, darlin'?" Mark questioned teasingly.
"Oh, you'd be surprised." Kimber murmured before laughing, "No, he's being surprisingly sweet."
"That's my boy." Bridget nodded, "And how is yer sister?"
"Haven' you talked to her?" Sheamus asked, confused.
"You know yer sister." Bridget sighed, "Busy, busy, busy. We're lucky to get a phone call a week."
"So what do we owe this call?" Mark asked, looking back and forth between the pair.
"Let me guess." Bridget smiled knowingly, "That boy has finally decided to settle down. Kimber, when is the weddin'?"
"What?" Kimber gasped as Sheamus started coughing.
"No." the Irishman wheezed, "Ma, no. No weddin'. At least not yet."
"No weddin'?" Bridget looked crestfallen.
"So then why the call, lad?" Mark asked, "Not that we don' love hearin' from you, we do. But we kind of figured somethin' was goin' on. What's the craic?"
"I. . ." Kimber froze, looking at her boyfriend for help.
Sheamus face was starting to redden, the big, tough Irishman actually looking more than a little nervous.
"Well," he flashed his parents a big grin, "We, uh, wanted to call and tell you the good news. Kemb-er, Kember and Ah are. . .well. . ."
"Up the pole?" Kimber supplied weakly, offering a nervous giggle.
Bridget and Mark looked at them in stunned silence. Absently Bridget's hand reached out to grip at Mark's upper arm.
Kimber turned to Sheamus in distress. He cleared his throat and scratched the back of his head.
"So, uh," he laughed uneasily, "What do you say?"
"Yer. . .pregnant," Mark murmured, trying to wrap his head around that piece of information.
"Yeah." Kimber offered a feeble smile, "I, um, just found out last week."
"Ah see." Mark rubbed his jaw thoughtfully.
"Well we need to start plannin' the weddin'" Bridget jumped right in, "While Ah would love for you to have it here Ah imagine you'll want to get married there. So lets what we'll need-"
"No." Sheamus waved off his mother, "Ma, no. Kember and Ah aren' ready to get married yet."
"But yer ready for a baby?" Bridget asked pointedly.
Kimber felt her spirits begin to sink, her shoulders slumping. She knew this wasn't going to be easy but she never imagined they would take it this badly.
Bridget must has noticed her expression before she began to smile gently, "Ah'm sorry, Kember. Sheamus. Ah'm sorry, Ah just got a little carried away. You two have to do what's best for you."
"Thank you for understandin'." Sheamus sighed.
"And while Ah would feel much better if you two were gettin' married," his mother went on, "Ah suppose for right now a baby will have to be enough."
"Thanks." Kimber replied softly, "I hope you can understand-"
"Ah do, darlin'." Bridget told her, "Ah really do. Ah just want you two to be happy."
"We are." Sheamus quickly told her.
"Then that's all that matters." Bridget started to beam, patting Mark's arm, "Just think, in a few short months we'll have our first grandchild to spoil."
"Yeah." Mark snapped out of his thoughts and began to grin, warming up to the idea, "Yeah,, Ah can' wait to get me hands on that little baby."
"You'll be great grandparents." Kimber assured them, "I just know our son or daughter will adore you."
They talked for a little while longer until they eventually ended the chat.
After Sheamus sat the laptop on the nightstand he turned back to Kimber and grinned, joking, "Well that went well."
She answered by grabbing the pillow and whacking him in the head. He yanked it away from her, pushing her back against the mattress and attacking her with tickles to her ribs. Kimber was soon roaring with laughter, tears streaming down her cheeks. The Irishman was laughing, as well, enjoying her elation.
He soon pulled back, allowing the reporter to catch her breath. He reluctantly stood and began to collect his gym bag.
"Time for me morning workout." he told her, "Ah'll just be downstairs in the hotel gym. Call me if you need me."
"I will." Kimber promised, wiping at her eyes.
He leaned over and gave her a kiss before leaving. Left alone, Kimber leaned back against the bed and stared out over the room.
Sighing, she reached over and picked up her cell phone, punching in Cass' number. A few seconds later her best friend picked up.
"Hey, you." the nurse greeted her warmly.
"Hey." Kimber nervously tapped her fingers against the bedspread, "If I tell you something will you give me your absolutely honest opinion?"
"Of course." Cass said, "What's going on?"
"I. . ." Kimber hedged, not sure how to breach the subject.
She finally threw caution to the wind, jumping right in, "I, um, think I saw Andrew last night."
"What?" she could hear the alarm in her best friend's voice.
"Well, I mean. . ." Kimber sighed, "That is to say, I think I saw a man who looked like Andrew last night. At the show."
She sat up, going on quickly, "Which is silly because it was only for a second and I didn't get a good look at him. Plus his hair was different and his clothes. . .Andrew would have never dressed like that."
There was a long pause and she knew the other woman was milling over everything she had just said, "So you're not sure? You think this man looked like Andrew but really wasn't?"
"I don't know." Kimber sighed as she closed her eyes, irritated with herself, "It just doesn't make any sense. Andrew hated wrestling. There was no way he would come to a show. I just. . ."
She laid back down, hand absently rubbing her belly, "Why would I start seeing him now?"
"I'm not sure I'm the one you should be asking." Cass gently told her, "It could be a lot of reasons, though, Kimmy. I mean, you're pregnant now so your hormones are going to be a little-"
"Wacky?" the reporter supplied with a smirk.
"Something like that." Cass chuckled, "Plus you're working full time, and on the road to boot. That can't be easy. Maybe you're just tired and though you saw Andrew when you looked at this guy. You did say it was for only a second."
"Yeah." her friend did have a point.
"To be on the safe side, though," the nurse went on, "Maybe you should call his parole officer."
"I guess I didn't think of that." Kimber replied sheepishly.
"Well if anything it'll give you piece of mind." Cass stated, "If it wasn't, problem solved. And if it was. . .well you need to let him know what that cretin is up to."
"I will." Kimber promised, "I'll give him a call later on this morning."
"Good." Cass said, "So how are things going? How does Sheamus feel about the baby?"
Kimber began to smile, "He's thrilled."
"Yeah?" Cass gushed.
"Yeah." the reporter laughed, "He's on cloud nine. We actually just got off Skype with his parents. We just told them the news."
"Yikes."
"Yikes is right." Kimber sighed, "I mean, they took it well enough. But Sheamus' mom is really pushing for us to get married. Well, not so much pushing as gently nudging."
"Well you can't do this for anyone but yourselves." Cass told her, "If you're not ready to get married then you're not ready."
"It's not that I don't want to marry Sheamus." Kimber expressed, "I do. He. . ."
She began to smile gently, "He's who I want to spend the rest of my life with. I mean, I love him so much, Cass. So much. With all of my heart."
"As it should be." her friend murmured.
"But marriage right now. . ." the reporter looked around the room with a frown, "It's definitely not an option."
"Because of how things are going with him right now?"
"He's so consumed with beating Mark Henry. It's made him so driven and yet so angry." she sat up, going on, "I've always known he had a temper. But this the first time that his temper as ever scared me. I'm just afraid of what he'll do; how far he'll go to get Mark."
"Do you think maybe that's why you think you saw Andrew?" Cass quietly questioned.
Kimber paused, taking in her words. It made sense, really, now that she thought about it. Well, to an extent.
"I thought I was over what Andrew did to me." she expressed, "I mean, I really did. And Sheamus was a big part of that. I love him. I trust him with my life. He is not Andrew. I know this. I know this deep in my heart."
"So you're wondering why you're feeling this way?" Cass suggested.
"Yes." Kimber expressed, "I mean, Lindy and I went over this in therapy. She said it was only natural for me to associate fear with Andrew."
Her voice lowered to an almost whisper, "And I would be lying if I said I wasn't afraid. I love him, Cass. I don't want to lose him."
"Kimber, I really think you should talk to Sheamus about your fears." her best friend pressed.
"I can't do it." misery pooled in the reporter's eyes, "It would hurt him so much. I can't do that to him.
"Besides, now isn't the time. Not while he's getting ready for his match against Mark."
"You can't put it off forever." the nurse informed her.
"I know." Kimber sighed, "I know and you're right. I guess I just need to work up the nerve."
She glanced at the clock and rose to her feet, "I'm sorry, but I need to go. I have to get ready to head out."
"I understand." Cass told her, "I'll call you later, okay."
"Yeah." Kimber bid the other woman goodbye and hung up the phone.
She glanced down at her stomach, rubbing it.
"Your mommy is a chicken." she told her belly with a wryly smile, "A great, big chicken."
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Next up, Kimber and Sheamus go to Denver to tell Kimber's parents. I wonder how that's going to go. . . -_O