Chapter 12- Breaking it to the Deadman- Kane
We lingered in the catering room as Taker went back to his sandwiches. I looked to the others just as Taker's phone ranged. "Place your bets, is it his wife?" I asked aloud.
Dave pulled out his wallet. "I say it is, and… she going to tell him she's expecting" I took the twenty from him as I looked to Matt.
Matt shook his head. "I am not a betting man, but I'd say it is Sara… and she is wondering why she's turning scaly," he explained.
"I think she is going to call and see if he's eating," I said yet stopped the moment Taker answered his phone. Using our sensitive ears we listened in.
"Mark, I've been meaning to call you, are you feeling ok? Are you eating enough?"
"Damn" muttered Batista.
"I thank you for the easy money" I whispered back to him and pocketed the twenty. We kept tuned to Taker's conversation.
"Sara? Why are you asking me that… and yes I am eating enough… it's just these damn sandwiches aren't as filling as they use to be. I'm on my eighth one"
"Mark I think you need to eat something else besides a sandwich… as well… are you turning scaly? I am!" she announced.
Taker's eyes began to widen. "You're turning scaly? Are you sure it's not the moisturizer your using?" he asked, just then his stomach rumbled loud enough for Sara to hear.
"What was that? Was that you? Are you starving yourself?"
"No! No… really I have been eating! I think I need something bigger though"
"Damn right you do, don't make me come over there!" warned Sara. She hung up soon after as Taker's stomach roared again at him. He noticed how he gained a few pounds over the past few days. He turned to us with an odd look.
"What the hell are you staring at?" he demanded.
"I think it's time we get the Deadman fattened up. You're going to be a daddy" smirked Matt Hardy.
"WHAT!" he demanded as he shot out of his seat. "You got some nerve saying that Matt, you don't know my wife!"
"No, but I have seen the symptoms before… as Kane kindly displayed them last time… dude, that was still nasty"
"Don't remind me or my stomach," I muttered.
Taker shook his head in disbelief. "Prove it!" he growled to us before walking away. I shook my head as the Deadman was starting to get a little heavier. Kahn had just approached him about a realm job in which he took without his usual hesitation.
Matt turned to me as I turned to him. "Do we tell him now?" he asked.
"Naw, wait until he's too full to move," was my reply.
THE END