I Am Either Nexus... Or Against Him?

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Chapter Twelve: That Sour Feeling

Stu walked me back to my hotel room; we took it slow and talked along the way. It felt great to finally be able to reconnect; it felt like it did way back in the beginning. The weather was picking up and it was starting to get a little bit colder out since we began, I was feeling it more with every week that this pregnancy continued. I know that I'm pregnant; I don't need some nurse to confirm what was already starting to become noticeable.

I sighed when things began to quiet down, things still aren't one-hundred percent patched up. It was going to be awhile before we were both comfortable with all of this, because even though Stu has agreed to be there within the next week or two I could just see that he was more of a nervous wreck than anything else.

That's what we get for being together for so long, I guess. Four years is a long time for us, for anyone, I suppose. You learn to know someone like the back of your hand.

As we reached my door, we kind of just stood there, face to face with one another. "Listen, I'm really sorry for everything that's transpired over the past month or so –"

"What exactly are you apologizing for?" Stu asked. His eyes looked tired but yet he seemed to be confused. "You left me for your own sake, if not just for the sake of this child," he replies. "There no need for an apology for following an instinct, a very good instinct, I might add."

I don't like when he brings up the past. I am ashamed of how I handled things back then, but I'm different now, at least I think so. A frown creased my lips, even with the old Stu back; things still feel as awkward as they did before. My eyes searched the floor below, what else was I suppose say to him?

"Katarina?"

I looked up and blinked, my eyes widen with confusion. "Huh?" I asked. "What?" Only, I got the same expression back from him. "I'm sorry, did you say something?" I inquire. He arches an eyebrow at me, and then lifts his right hand to my forehead. "What are you doing?"

"Are you feeling okay?" he seemed concerned. "You look a bit disheveled," Stu confessed. He took his hand from my forehead and placed it lightly on my shoulder. Suddenly, I just didn't feel right, more overwhelmed with the lack of sleep then I have ever felt before.

"It is way passed my bedtime," I jokingly mumbled. I haven't felt this way, in what seems likes, ages. My times working for the bar and going to college were rough back then, I never knew having a baby would make me feel just as besieged.

"Can I ask you one question?" his thick accent seemed to wake me up rather quickly. My eyes met his and I tiresomely chucked. He knew my answer to that; "You just did." I wasn't about to say it though, this was a serious conversation.

"When are you seeing a doctor about this?" Stu pointed his right index finger to my non-revealing baby bump. As far as I can remember at the current moment, Clarissa and I had set the appointment for the day before the pay-per-view, that way this wouldn't interfere with anything that needs to be done for the afternoon of, just in case Stu had agreed to go through with this.

"Uh…" I was hesitant, I couldn't commit to memory whether or not that was fully correct though. "I believe it's the day before the show on Sunday, I had it in my phone but…" Well, we all know that one is spending eternity in cell phone heaven, thanks Wade.

"I think Clarissa wrote it down, so when I figure that out I'll get back to you," I had to admit, through all of this Riss has been the best friend ever, she's been the one who has been holding me up so far, and I could never ask for anyone better than her… Well, aside from Stu.

I rubbed my eyes a bit; it was definitely way passed my bed time. "I think we should both get some sleep, it's getting rather late and this little one get very uncomfortable in the mornings," I chuckled lowly, not really in the mood for jokes and laughter but Stu understood and it even allowed him to crack a smile. I missed that.

He welcomed me into his arms, gentle cradling me, as it I was too delicate to the touch or something but it was still sweet. His lips brushed against my forehead. "Rest well." was the only thing he said to me before he left.

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I woke up the next morning with heavy nausea and ran myself to the bathroom as fast as I possibly could. I clutched the sides of the toilet bowl, as I literally spilled my guts. Gladly within seconds it was over, and I was slowly able to regain my composure.

I leaned my back against the tub, and swiped a hand through my slightly tangled hair. This baby was going to destroy my mornings and I didn't like this one bit. It's whatever, there isn't very much I can do about this, the baby will do what he or she pleases.

Ugh, I just can't wait to have the first two appointments over with.

I wiped my hands over my face with a sigh and then rose to my feet to take a look at myself in the mirror; I was pale and tiresome, I wish I could go back to sleep but I don't see that happening any time really soon. I didn't sleep that great last night, more than half the time I was up staring at the wall in front of me. My stomach had been bothering me the entire time and even if I began to doze off, I'd be given this aching pain that just didn't seem to want to go away.

Clarissa and Ted were still sleeping when I got up, so instead of sticking around I decided to clean myself up and try to find a quiet area to relax. In all the time that I have been with Ted and Riss, I haven't felt comfortable at all; I feel like I have been major third wheel status for literally a month.

With a quick brush of my teeth and a fix of my hair, I then grabbed the closest hoodie to the door, which just so happened to be Riss', and left. I caught the numbers on the clock, it was only 6:02 in the morning, literally no one is awake at this time and if they were, it was for business purposes.

As I walked down the hall and reach the elevator, I hit the button for the floor above mine. It wouldn't be too long until I stepped out on that level. His room wasn't very far away, about two or three doors down, I don't remember.

But I took a guess and knocked on the first door I came across after the elevator. Knocking softly once, I couldn't hear any movement from the other side, so I tapped the door with my knuckles again.

This time it opened and there in its place stood my fiancé, wearing a pair of gym shorts and a wife beater; his eyes held light circled bags and they met mine all bloodshot and exasperating.

"I can't sleep," my eyes searched his, as my intertwined fingers shook lightly from the grotesque moments of before. "My stomach is upset and I really haven't slept at all," I could feel the tears begin to build up in my eyes.

"I don't feel comfortable being in Ted and Clarissa's way all the time, I just want to be back with you, when things were normal," I whimpered. "I miss you, you not being there when I lay down at night, Stu, it's not fair that Riss has someone to cuddle so closely with at night, but I don't," the tears were already halfway down my face at this point, I just couldn't take it anymore.

I feel like I'm having some kind of pregnancy melt down; I just need him – I only want him, right now.

He reached for my hand, and I accepted. Within the blink of an eye I was wrapped so tenderly in his arms, my head laid gently against his chest. With a free hand he closed the door, his right hand then stroked my aching back slowly.

"It's alright, love," he whispered in his thick accent. Stu's left hand lightly caressing itself through my hair while he rested his chin gently atop of my head. "It can only get better from here,"

My hands clutched at his wife beater. "I don't know if I can take this," I sobbed.

He led me over to the corner of his bed and sat me down. Kneeling in front of me, the back of his hand rested against my forehead. "You are slightly feverish, nothing too serious," he moved his hand from my forehead and wiped the dripping tears from my cheeks.

I crawled up toward the pillows and laid down, Stu laid next to me. His long, slim finger brushed pieces of my bangs away from my eyes and then rest comfortably on my waist. "What is troubling you so much, Katarina?" he asks me, his English accent grew softer.

"I'm afraid," I replied, my hands muffled against my mouth and my eyes weren't focused on his. "I don't know what to do or how to do whatever it is that I'm supposed to," I never been so unsure of myself in my entire life.

"We'll figure it out," he replied, his hand moved from my waist. "But you cannot keep stressing yourself out like this, Kat," his finger lightly brushed against my cheek. "If you are pregnant, the last thing you should be doing is stressing yourself out, darling," he then finished, "I don't want you to do anything that would be putting the baby or yourself in any danger," he was a lot sweeter when he was exhausted. His words put a soft smile on my face, as my eyes finally connected with his. "You mean it?" I asked.

"Katarina, of course I mean it," Stu's eyes held this soft seriousness to them. "I know I have been over the edge as of lately with my mood swings, but now that I know that there's a third member in this equation, it changes everything," he explains. "I want what would be best for us, and for our child."

I couldn't choke up the words to say what I needed to. He gently tugged me closer, my head laid on his bicep and my arm slugged on his side. It felt like it used to months ago, when everything wasn't our jobs, the Nexus or the constant fighting. We felt at peace.

I just wonder how long this is going to last for us. I don't think I can handle anymore of Wade Barrett. I need you, Stu, I'm too afraid to do this without you.

It has been forever, I apologize. I sorta lost my groove for a moment. Sorry for the long awaited-ness. Please review and make me smile! :D

Stay well!
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Shelly